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Standard disclaimer.  Beat it if  you're too young.  Read at your
peril.  WARNING:  This story can cause phisiological changes in your
body.  Proceed only if you like this stuff.



Josh And Mom Make A Friend In  College



"Josh . . . what would you think about adding another person to our
lovemaking . . . not on a regular basis . . . just once in awhile?"
Nicole asked.

Nicole was Josh's mother. They had been living together as a couple in
this college town since Josh started college last fall.  Josh's dad, a
correspondent, had been killed several years earlier in a Central
American jungle while covering a rebel insurgency, and through a
series of circumstances in the intervening years, Josh and his mother
had become intimate.  They closed, but kept their home in another city
while Josh was in college, and moved into an apartment together near
campus.  Nicole was now a young-looking 38-year-old, and Josh was a
handsome almost 19-year-old.  It was probably his heavy beard, which
needed shaving at least once a day, that made him look older.

"MMMMmmmmm . . . ."  Josh replied, not looking up from the text book
he was reading.  The question hadn't caught him by surprise.  It was a
subject that had come up before, especially now that both Josh and
Nicole shared a French literature class where the subject of menage a
trios came up every now and then.  Of late, Josh and Nicole fantasized
about variations on that theme . . . two women and Josh . . . two guys
and Nicole.

Finally, what his mother said sunk in, and Josh raised his eyes and
turned his attention to her.  What's that?"  he asked.  "Oh . . . hmmm
. . . well . . . why not," he said.  Then, putting down the book, he
smiled at Nicole, and said, "So . . . Mom.  Our fantasizing is getting
the best of you, huh?"

Nicole didn't exactly blush.  Flushed would be more like it.  This
going to college was more fun than she thought, even for "an old
lady."  It's true, she had always been on the conservative side.  But
in the last year or so, she learned through the psych and literature
classes she was taking that people are never really static.  They
change by the day, week, month and year.  Things she held as
absolutely true a few years ago were now just memories.  Part of her
awakening was the life she and Josh lived, and those lit classes that
talked about three people romping around in bed.

"Well . . ." Nicole mused in answer to Josh's question, "I suppose
you're right.  It's just that we both enjoy those fantasies," she
smiled.  Getting more serious, she added, "So, wha'd'ya think?"

"Actually . . . " Josh said, pausing, "it sounds good to me, too.
I've got a friend you might like to meet," Josh said.  "We have a
Poli-Sci class together.  He's a little older, I think.  A little
taller than me.  Kind of skinny . . . like a waif who needs a mom,"
Josh smiled.

"Mmm . . . why don't you invite him over for dinner this weekend,"
Nicole smiled as a familiar tingle coursed into her misting pussy.

The rest of the week, Nicole fussed with things in the kitchen, and
things in the bedroom . . . the right food, the right wine, the right
dress -- one that comes off easily.

When Friday night rolled around, Nicole and Josh were in a heightened
state of awareness.  Her pussy had been tingling for the last 24
hours.  Her breasts had seemed fuller, her nipples more erect and
sensitive.  And things got worse when she met Brad.  

He was everything Josh said he was, and more.  Josh hadn't said
anything about his voice, and his gentle manner.  No matter what he
said, he seemed to be saying it to her, personally.  

"This is really great," he said, tipping his wine glass to Nicole.
The salad is fantastic . . . the fish is great, and the wine is good,
too."

Nicole could hardly wait, and if things went the way they had planned,
she wouldn't have to wait much longer.  As planned, Nicole poured more
wine into Brad's glass only to discover that was the end of the
bottle.

"Oh, my," she said.  "Josh, honey, we're out of wine.  Dinner's pretty
much over.  Will you go get some more . . . something a little
sweeter.  I'd like for us all to have a little more wine and talk a
bit . . . okay with you, Brad?"

"Sure," Josh smiled.  He immediately excused himself, flashing a
little wink at Nicole as he went.  Nicole knew she had about a half an
hour with Brad.  It was her job to be the seductress, to convince Brad
to loosen up enough to get his clothes off.  This, she knew
instinctively, would probably be the easiest part of the evening.  Men
are so easy, so predictable, she mused quietly in her mind, and she
smiled one of those little Mona Lisa smiles that drive men crazy.

"Brad," she said, "would you mind giving me a hand?  We have this
answering machine back here in our bedroom that just doesn't seem to
want to work."

"Sure," Brad agreed, following Nicole.  He couldn't help noticing her
beautiful ass and her gorgeous breasts in the tiny dress she wore.  He
swore that she wore nothing beneath her simple little low-cut dress.
But, he tried to keep his mind on the job at hand.  After all, this
was his friends main squeeze.   And, a damned fine one, too, he
sighed.  I'd give anything to grope that body, he thought.

In the bedroom, Nicole showed him the answering machine and, pressing
the talk button. "See . . . nothing," she said.

"Er . . . is it plugged in?" Brad asked.

"Well, I think so," Nicole said, dropping to her knees. "Let me see."
Purposely turning her back to him, she bent over and made a great show
of following the machine's cord to where it plugged into the wall
behind the bed.  She knew her short skirt was inching up over here
shapely ass, and, further, she knew that her pussy would be fully
exposed to Brad since she wore no panties.

"Hmmm," she said, wiggling herself while reaching back along the cord.
'I can't seem to tell . . .  I can't . . . Brad, can you see
anything?" she said, suddenly turning to look up at Brad.

And Brad was caught.  The sight of that beautiful as and blond pussy
was too much for him.  His cock had sprung to attention like one of
those celebrated jumping frogs of Calaveras County.  Just as Nicole
looked up, Brad had stuffed his hand inside his loose fitting sweat
pants in a valiant, but vain, effort to park his cock somewhere where
it wouldn't be seen just in case Nicole happened to look at him.

So, there he stood, hand in his pants, wrapped around his throbbing
cock, and his dinner host, her pussy flashing out at him like a
searchlight in the fog, on her knees directly in front of him

"I . . . uh . . . er . . ." Brad mumbled.

"Why, Brad . . . what is it you're doing?" she said, a wicked grin on
her face.  "Is that cock of yours giving you trouble?" she smiled, her
ass still pointed at his bulging cock.

"Oh, God . . . "  Brad moaned.  "I'm sorry . . . I'm . . ."

"Shame on you, Brad.  You know getting a hard-on in front of your
hostess is a no-no."  She said it with mock seriousness, an evil smile
on her face.

"I . . . know . . . . and I'm . . ." Brad started to say.

Nicole interrupted him.

" . . . and you know there is only one thing to do with it," she
chuckled.

"Ah . . . er . . . "Brad stumbled, faltering like an animal caught in
a trap.

Nicole repeated herself.  "Brad, you know there is only one thing left
to do, don't you?"

"What?" he said weakly, like a child about to cry.

"Well, first," she said, "take that thing out of your pants."

Brad's eyebrows shot up.  His eyes widened.

"Go ahead . . . take it out," Nicole commanded.

Brad released his cock from his pants.  Nicole gasped.  It wasn't that
much different, actually.  Just longer and thinner than Josh's.  My
God, she thought, he'll choke me with that.

Nicole wheeled and knelt in front of Brad.  She began stroking Brad's
cock gently, kissing up and down the shaft.  Her stroking caused
several drops of pre-cum to bead up on the head of Brad's cock.  She
slipped her mouth over his cock and savored his juice.

Brad nearly collapsed from the strength of her sucking action, and
from having such a gorgeous woman slurping his manhood.  Brad's knees
buckled and, Nicole, sensing his "delicate" condition, stopped long
enough to invite Brad to join her on the bed.

In seconds, Brad was out of his pants, and beside Nicole.  "Help me
with this dress," she said, lifting it over her head.

Brad nearly fainted again.  She was beautiful.  She had great legs,
and greater hips that curved sharply into a small, female waist which
rose up to a well formed torso with a pair of smallish, but sweet
breasts with raspberry-like nipples . . . nipples that stuck out far
enough to lock a lip over.  Man's nipples, Brad thought as he took
first one, and then the other in his mouth.  He gently sucked each
nipple while his free hand slid down her front.  He was pleased to
feel her little tummy, the one most women have just below their naval,
that sweet little feminine pooch that they try so hard to get rid of.
The one that looks just roomy enough to accommodate the head of a
man's cock.  The one that makes them look like a woman.  Brad massaged
her tiny little tummy, pretending it was a mountain that descended
down, down, down into the a tender valley, and finally, into her sweet
moist stream of pussy juice.

Meanwhile, Nicole was trying to pace things.  The no-wine thing was
just a trick.  Josh had stashed an extra bottle of wine.  Any minute,
now, Josh would be entering the bedroom bottle in hand, pretending he
had just returned from the store.  Nicole needed to have things far
enough a long, but not too far.  This, she knew, was the most "iffy"
part of the plan.  What if Brad bolted.  What if he simply couldn't or
wouldn't go ahead with things.  Nicole forced herself to stop
worrying.  Josh, she had learned in their last year together, missed
his calling.  He should have been a salesman.  He could sell tulips to
Dutchmen if he wanted.  Besides, Nicole reasoned, Brad couldn't be all
that stuffy or worried.  He had to know Josh would be back soon.

Nicole was enjoying Brad's exploring fingers and his hot mouth on her
hard nipples, when she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye.
It as the bedroom door opening.

"Hey guys, I'm back with . . ." and then, a pause, followed by,  "What
the . . . ."

Brad jumped as though he just backed onto a branding iron.

Nicole, whose free arm was around Brad's neck, held on a little
tighter.  Can't let this fish get away, she thought.

"Oh, Josh, honey . . . you're back," Nicole smiled, and, hanging onto
Brad, she added, "and just in time, too.  Brad and I started without
you . . . was that okay."

Josh and Nicole were looking each other in the eye while carrying on
this slightly pre-planned conversation, but both of them saw the look
of extreme consternation on Brad's face, followed by his look of pure
puzzlement at Nicole's "starting early" comment.  Both Josh and Nicole
knew Brad was on the verge of pure apoplexy.  Both knew Brad was
thinking, "have I missed something . . . started without you . . . me
. . . her . . . him . . . ???"

His face showed considerable relief -- but still a fair amount of
puzzlement-- when Josh said, "Naw . . . that's okay.  In fact, I
thought you two might start with out me . . . mind if I join you?"
Josh said, already half out of his clothes.

Nicole looked at Brad, a question mark in her eyes, as if to say, is
that okay with you?  Brad gulped, and shrugged his shoulders.  By now,
Josh was out of his clothes, his muscular body moving around the
bedroom, lighting candles and turning on the stereo.  When he turned
to join Brad and Nicole, his cock was already hard.  It bobbed up and
down as he climbed into bed beside Nicole.  Poor Brad, Josh thought.
He's lost his hard on.  Must be quite a surprise.  Josh resolved to
try to make things go better for Brad from this moment on.

"Well," Josh said.  "I have something of an idea.  First, I think
Brad, here, is feeling a little nervous . . . that is if I'm reading
his expression right . . . right Brad?"

"Welllllll . . ."

"My thoughts exactly," Josh said, cutting Brad off with a smile,
hoping it would ease the situation a little for Brad.

"In simple words, Brad," Josh said, laying his hand atop Brad's, which
was still resting on Nicole's sweet pussy, "Nicole and I would like
you to join us for some fun this evening.  Nothing that's going to be
'forever,' if you know what I mean.  Just some good, old fashioned
rolling in the sack fucking and sucking.  Wha'd'ya'say?"

Brad readopted one of his puzzled looks.  More a look of "am I hearing
what I'm hearing?"

"Well . . . uuhhhhh . . . ."

"Fine," Josh smiled at Brad and then at Nicole.  "It's settled, then,"
he said, pouring a large glass of wine, which he handed to Nicole.  As
Nicole drank, Josh said, "This will take the edge off, I think."

Brad, and then Josh drank, emptying the glass.  Josh refilled it and
they passed it around twice more, refilled it and did it again.
Little by little, the sharp edge of a few minute earlier dissolved
into a lovely blur with the soft, beautiful body of Nicole in the
middle to two young men whose cocks were beginning to respond to that
ancient message coded in their DNA.

As Josh and Brad stroked and petted Nicole's lovely pussy and breasts,
letting the glow of the candles and wine take them on their separate
journeys, Josh sighed, " . . . know what sounds great right about now
. . .?" and without waiting, he answered his own question . . . "a
shower.   Y'know . . . all of us . . . now."

"Mmmmm," Nicole murmured her assent.

"Boy!" Brad said.

Josh got up and headed for the bathroom, Brad and Josh each carrying a
candle.  Nicole walked between them, but she didn't carry a candle.
Instead, she took each boy by his straining cock and led the way.
Suddenly, she was aware of the total power she wielded.  Two young
cocks were ready to burst to get into her pussy.  She never realized
it could be like this.

While Josh got the shower going, Nicole puttered around with some of
her girl things on the counter top while Brad ran his hand between
Nicole's lovely crack, letting his fingers slip in and out of her
gushing pussy as he stood behind her, watching her laying things out.  

Josh announced the shower was ready and when he turned to the other
two, the first thing he saw was a dainty lady's razor directly below
his nose.  "Here," Nicole said, indicating the razor.  "This is what I
want from both of you . . . I want you both to shave my pussy."

Brad nearly lost it when he heard this.  His cock began pulsing
visibly, and his breathing became labored.

"Power," Nicole thought.  "I love it."

Josh smiled, took the razor, and ushered Nicole and Brad into the
steaming spray of water.

Once in the shower, Nicole took over.  "Okay, boys, she said . . .
first, I want to be washed all over my body."  No sooner had she said
it than Josh and Brad found bars of soap and began lathering Nicole
supple body.  Josh lathered her back and down her ass, and into the
crack of her ass, where he found her sweet, puckering asshole.
Slowly, he began massaging it with little circular motions,
occasionally letting his fingers slip and dip into the little
indentation between her sphincter muscle.  Little by little, the
sphincter was giving up its control of this hidden place.

As Josh continued working this fertile territory, Brad lathered
Nicole's breasts, making mini ski slopes of her perfectly formed
breasts.  Water trickled down her breasts and dribbled off her
nipples, which were like firm little clits with a hard-ons.  Brad
massaged her breasts, and little by little, he worked his way down her
tummy into that sweetest of all places in the universe . . . her
slippery cunt.  Her lips were swollen and her clit, bloated and
engorged, poked out of her pussy with its mini-hard-on.  Her smaller
pussy lips strained to escape the confines of  her large pussy lips.
Brad folded his hand and slipped it between Nicole's legs, cupping her
pussy mound loosely in his fingers.  Her clit slipped between two of
his fingers, and, for the second time, Brad's cock tingled nigh unto
orgasm.  "Oh, God," Brad prayed, 'not now.  Let me save this load for
this magnificent pussy."

God was good to Brad.  The feeling passed.

Brad's upper hand slipped back and forth over Nicole's breasts,
alternately tweaking her nipples while his other hand squeezed her
pussy lips together until he could feel her swollen clitty pressing
though her puffy lips.  He stoked up and down, kind of like jacking
off a tiny penis, while at the same time, Josh's fingers swirled and
twirled around Nicole's relaxing asshole.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he
let his middle finger find virgin territory in the center of that hot,
pink-brown spot.

Up to this point, Nicole had been keeping up with the action.  But as
the fingers tweaked, pinched, slipped, slithered, and probed, it all
began to blur into an expanding feeling somewhere deep in her stomach.
Each nipple radiated like an antenna sending messages into that
distant space between her legs.  At the same time, her pussy lips
swelled again, and then again.  Her clit grew to the size of a marble,
and threatened to pop like a ripe grape.

"Mmmmmmmm . . . ooohhhh . . . boys . . . boys . . . work . . . work my
pussy, Brad . . .work it . . . stroke it . . . pinch it . . . Ahhhh .
. . Josh, Baby . . . move you're finger slow . . . yeah . . . like . .
. that . . . Mmmph . . . uunnggghhhh . . . pinch . . . pinch those
nipples . . . PINCH . . . OH . . . SHOVE IT IN MY ASS . . . AAHHHH . .
. SPANK BY PUSSY . . . SPANK!!!    AH-AH-AH-AH," Nicole grunted.  She
thrust her pussy forward, and then, just as fast, slid her ass
backward to pick up the sensation of Josh's slim finger slipping into
her tingling asshole.

Nicole began panting and groaning.  "I'm cummmiiiiinnngggg  . . . Oh,
stroke me, boys . . . sttrrooookkke mmmmeeee.  Oh . . . Ah . . .
Ugh-ugh-ugh!"

Nicole stiffened, and if it hadn't been for Josh and Brad, she would
have fallen.  The boys steadied her as mini-orgasms racked her body,
and her pussy clutched and vibrated.  As Josh slowly slid his finger
out of his mother's ass, little muscular convulsions gripped his
finger.

Josh retrieved a small plastic step stool he had placed just outside
the shower.  Sit down mo . . . uh, dear," he said, hoping he had
stopped himself before Brad caught on.

Nicole sat with her back to the wall, her legs spread wide.  "Okay,
boys," she said, producing the razor again. "Go to work.  I want my
pussy to look like a clean little nine-year-old girl's when you two
get done."

Brad and Josh went straight to work.  Without working it out verbally,
they began  shaving her blond pussy, passing the razor back and forth.
One would hold or stretch a pussy lip while the one with the better
angle would shave.  One of them would hold her clit out of the way
while the other shaved, and then they would pass the clit to the other
while he shaved.  Back and forth went the clit and the razor.  

And, back and forth went Nicole until, again, she lost track.  All she
felt was her clit being tugged and pulled and bounced back and forth
while handful after handful of slick, slippery lather was applied and
whisked away by a Teflon coated razor blade.  

"Ohhh . . . you sweet boys," she sang, lolling her head back and forth
against the shower wall, "if your not careful . . . if . . . you're .
. . not . . . Ah . . . Ah . . . AH-AH-AH . . . OH GOD!!!"  she panted.
"My pussy is cuming . . . it's cuming . . . it's cuming."

Again, the boys steadied Nicole, who had a tendency to slide off her
stool and slip down the drain with the last of the soap from her
pussy.  After resting in the hot spray, a revived Nicole said, "Okay,
you sweet things.  It's your turn."  

She soaped each boys chest, slippery bubbles running down their
stomach and onto their rigid cocks.  She stroked both cocks
simultaneously, bringing both boys to the brink.  Sensing their
climax, she stopped and rinsed both cocks in the steaming spray.
Then, bending over, she backed into Brad's cock.  Reaching between her
legs, she guided his cock to the opening of her drenched pussy.  She
began moving his cock up and down in her wet slit, and at the same
time, she leaned down and took Josh in her mouth and began sucking so
hard Josh thought she might pull his balls up through his cock.  The
friction on Brad's cock slipping between her pussy lips, and her mouth
pulling Josh inside-out brought both boys to the brink again.

As they faced each other, Brad in Nicole's pussy, and Josh in her
mouth, Josh got an idea.  He leaned forward and whispered a question
to Brad.  "When we got out of here, let's both eat her -- at the same
time," Josh said.

Another puzzled look crossed Brad's face.

"Well," Josh explained, "one of us will eat her pussy, and the other
will tongue her asshole.  Which do you want?"

Without hesitation, Brad said, "Pussy."

"Great," Josh replied.   "I've been trying to figure out how to get at
that sweet place for a long time.  She won't be able to resist with
both of us working on her.  It'll be the ultimate."

When they got out of the shower, Nicole inspected her pussy in a
hand-held mirror.  "Beautiful," she said.  "You boys did a beautiful
job.  Look . . . don't you think it looks like a little school girl's
pussy, now?" she asked.

Brad nodded his head.  Josh, on the other hand, squeezed his ass-cheek
muscles repeatedly, causing his cock to bob up and down, as if
answering, "Yes."

Nicole laughed.  "C'mon, boys," she chuckled.  "A little more wine is
in order, and then . . ."

"And then we have a surprise for you," Josh said.

Nicole cast a glance at Josh and raised her eyebrows.  "Well, then,
let's hurry," she smiled.

The trio passed the wine, emptying the bottle, and finding new
relaxation in the deep red liquid.

As Nicole sipped the last of it, Josh told her to pick a side -- right
or left -- that she felt comfortable laying on.  Nicole chose her
right side, and lay down.

Each boy snuggled into position, Brad in front, Josh in back, and went
to work.  Brad raised her top leg and draped it over his shoulder,
while nuzzling up to her pussy.  He took her clit into his mouth and
began to suckle like a baby.

Josh slid into position, spreading his mother's ass cheeks using his
chin, nose and mouth as a wedge to hold open her beautiful ass.  He
let a draught of hot breath flow from his mouth across his mother's
squeaky clean asshole.  Already, he could feel Brad's hot breath
flowing across the tiny space that separated their mouths from pussy
and ass.

Gently, Josh extended his tongue, flattening it so that it spread wide
and covered his mother's puckering ass.

"Ahhhhh . . .  Oohhh . . . good God . . . what . . . are  . . . you .
. . two . . . doing???  She said between catching breaths.

Neither boy stopped to reply.  Both continued, Brad pulling Nicole's
swollen clit into his mouth, rolling it under his tongue, and every
now and then, slipping his tongue into the sunken and dripping place
just behind her clit, while Josh swirled his tongue round and round,
letting it occasionally fall into that dimpled space between the
margins of Nicole's sweet rosebud.

"MMMMmmmmmm . . .  OOOOhhhhhhh . . . " Nicole sang from above them.
She was almost delirious.  She rocked her hips forward and backward,
never sure which way to rock hardest or first or last.  The tongue
rippling her clit and dipping into her pot of sweet nectar was enough
to bring her off, but the tongue slipping between her back-crack was
too much.  The surface of Josh's tongue created just the right amount
of friction as it trailed around and back and forth, leaving Nicole
spinning, unable to know from second to second whether to relax or
tighten her sphincter muscle.  At one instant, it wanted to open, and
in the next, it wanted to close.

Just as Nicole began thinking how good it would feel with something in
both her holes, Brad reached up and inserted two fingers into her
sopping pussy.  Almost immediately, the muscles in Nicole's pussy
began clutching at Brad's fingers.

A fraction of a second later, one of Josh's fingers slid into place
and began pressing the relaxed sphincter.   Gently, gently, millimeter
by millimeter, his finger slipped into that secret, hollow spot.
Nicole could tell is wasn't in deep.  Just deep enough to light afire
those millions of nerve endings in her anus.

Pussy -- anus -- pussy -- anus.  Back and forth.  She couldn't keep up
anymore, and then, while losing track of which was where, of which
felt best, that old feeling began settling down into her belly,
descending on down into her womb and bowels, finally ending flaring
into a full-fledged forest fire in her clit and anus.  They were
beyond her control, now.  They both began pulsing, vibrating, and
twitching  inside and out, tugging at Brad and Josh's fingers, pulling
them deeper and deeper inside the warm, sweet, feminine cavities of
her open and willing body.

Nicole felt herself enter a new state.  No longer was she aware of
separate tongues, separate fingers, separate sensations.  All
sensations melded together.  Her pussy/ass was an entity in itself,
receiving sensations and stimulus, pulsing and quivering with it's own
heartbeat, her pussy dripping a salty/sweet liquid that was slipperier
than baby oil, while her licked asshole felt like it was no longer a
part of her body.  It simply was, a living thing, a giant nerve ending
craving to be entered, massaged, penetrated.

"Oh . . . giiivvveee iiiittt toooo meee . . . lick me . . . lick me .
. . OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD . . . I'm cumming . . . cumming . . .
AhOhAhOh . . . NOWNOWNOWNOW . . ."   Nicole's body stiffened while she
pinched her nipples, squeezing them almost painfully flat.

Nicole was still recovering from this giant orgasm when Brad leaned
over.  This time, it was his turn to whisper in Josh's ear.  When he
pulled away, Josh smiled and nodded.

With Nicole still convulsing, Brad laid on his back on the bed.  Josh
helped Nicole mount Brad's longish, thinnish cock.  Brad, like Nicole,
spread his legs, leaving room for Josh to nudge his way into the
space.  On cue, Brad pulled out until the head of his cock just exited
Nicole's swollen pussy.  Josh placed the head of his cock against the
opening of Nicole's throbbing, virginal-looking shaved pussy lips.
Then, reaching down, Josh grasped both his and Brad's cock and placed
both purple cockheads at the entrance of Nicole's quivering, puffy
pussy.  Simultaneously, Josh and brad began thrusting in tiny little
pushing motions until one, and then both their fuckrods entered
Nicole's slippery tunnel of love.

It didn't take long for Josh and Brad to set up a rhythmic motion in
which Josh thrust in while Brad pulled out, and vice-versa.  Both
cock-owners were timid at first, but in a few moments, the sensation
of one slippery cock riding against the veins and ridges of the other
swept them away.  With a little practice, they discovered that if one
pulled while the other thrust just right, both cocks would change
places -- the cock on the bottom, like jumping a rail, would loop over
the cock on the top, and the one of the top would loop below, making
the twin cock-pistons pumping Nicole's pussy switch positions on each
stroke.  The presence of two cocks in Nicole's pussy meant she labored
under a two-cock stretch within her beautiful hairless pussy.  

Before long, Nicole's hips bucked to and fro, trying with all her
might to slam her blood-engorged pussy-clit into the pubic bone below
her, while on the up-thrust trying to feel the length of the upper
cock slipping over the opening of her recently licked anus.  If she
rolled her hips just right, she could work her clit on the forward
stroke, and her puckering asshole on the backstroke.

A low moan escaped her throat as she ground her clit and anus one way
and then another.  

"Don't stop . . . don't stop . . . oh oh oh oh god-god-god . . . fuck
my pussy . . . fuck it . . . FUCK IT . . . SLAM 'EM IN . . . SPLIT ME
. . . FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEE," Nicole sobbed, as wave after wave of
tummy convulsions rolled through her pelvis, ending in deep
contractions that squeezed both cocks.

Nicole's stiff, rocking body relaxed slowly as Brad and Josh withdrew.
Everyone flopped back on the bed, with Brad and Josh landing shoulder
to shoulder at the foot.  Nicole lay with her shoulder toward the head
of the bed.

It took ten minutes for everyone's breathing and pulse to come back to
normal.  When Nicole could move again, she raised her head and peered
through the candle light.  There, at the foot of the bed lay two
handsome young men, both with stiff hard-ons pointing straight at the
ceiling.

"Okay," Nicole said at last.  "Up to now, it's been me, me, me.  I've
had more orgasms than I can count.  Now, it's your turn."

"Oh?" Josh said.  "And how's that?

"Both of you stay just as you are.  I'll be right back."

Both boys heard a drawer open, then close.  Nicole climbed back on the
bed and positioned herself between the two prone boys.  They listened
as the sound of rubber gloves snapped in place, followed by the sound
of a plastic cap being removed.  Little squirt-squirt sounds followed.

"Raise your legs," Nicole commanded.  

Both boys bent their knees and drew up their legs.

One by one, Nicole applied KY Jelly to each boys anus.  Then, a rubber
covered finger from each hand began probing each boys anus.  Little by
little, she pushed the fingers of each hand into the little brown
openings, deeper and deeper until she felt the walnut shape she was
searcing for.  It was their prostate, and Nicole knew that she now
controlled the semen production plants of two of the hardest cocks in
town.  At her will, she could make both cocks erupt in nearly unending
streams of slippery, white jiz.  The right amount of pressure,
circular motions, and finger wagging and both cocks would fire salvo
after salvo of steaming white cum.

"Now . . . you sweet dears.  This is what you must do . . . .  Josh,
reach over and take Brad's cock in your hand . . . Brad, do the same
to Josh."

Both boys went dead still.

Nicole, sensing the dilemma they faced, did what any woman in her
position would do.  She took control.  Gently, ever so gently, she let
her two inserted fingers swipe across the little rock-hard glands deep
in each boys ass.

"Mmmmm . . . aaahhhhh . . . ."  they moaned.

"Take each other's cocks . . . do it now," she commanded, probing
again, turning up the cum level in each cock.

Obediently, both boys crossed arms and grasped the cock of the other.

"Wonderful," Nicole cooed.  "If you could see this from my position.
It's beautiful . . . two beautiful boys, two beautiful cocks.  Now,
stroke.  But stroke each other slowly.  You can't cum until I say you
can."

Both boys, still embarrassed, remained motionless.

Again, Nicole tweaked their prostate glands, giving each boy the
mysterious urge to pee and to cum at the same instant.  She massaged
gently, pressing now and then.

"Stroke, boys.  Stroke."

Obedience took over.  Slowly, as instructed, both boys began moving
their hands up and down the shaft of the other.

"Now, play with each other . . . twirl your hands around each other's
cockhead.  Gather that stuff dripping from your cocks . . . smear it
all over the heads.  That's right . . . that's right.  Now, make them
slick."

Josh and Brad began losing their nervousness.  Much to their horror
and delight, this was beginning to feel good.

Josh stroked Brad's cock the way he did his, and he noticed that while
Brad wasn't stroking his cock the way he did, it still felt great.
Josh used a tight grip around the head of the cock with short, choppy
strokes, while Brad used a long stroke that started at the base of
Josh's cock and rode all the way to the head, and then back down where
it started over again.

After several minutes of this, both boys began moving their hips,
trying to get more action out of their jack-off partner, and to get
Nicole's finger deeper into their asses where it could probe and
squeeze their growing gland.

But Nicole, sensing her position of power would withdraw and lighten
her probing finger in one asshole or the other when she sensed that
one boys orgasm was ahead of the other.  By applying or releasing
pressure she could bring first one, and then the other to the brink,
his hips bucking upward, making his cock fly through the fingers of
his partner.

Another three minutes of this, and both boys were churning, flailing
and stroking each other's cocks with abandon.

"C'mon, Brad . . . give it to me.  Let your load fly . . . let . . .
it . . . let . . . it cuuummmm."

Nicole decreased her stroking, probing action in Brad's ass, while
increasing it in Josh's rectum.  

"Not . . . yet  . . . Josh . . . I . . . want . . . you . . . you . .
. you . . . to . . . cummmmm."

Little by little, Nicole refined her movements until she was finally
satisfied that she had both boys at the same level of readiness.  And
then, using little circling motions, round and round the walnut that
lay beneath her fingers, she swiped and pushed and pressed as the two
cocks grew until they looked like double-masts on a sailing ship.  Two
sacks full of testicles began drawing up tighter and tighter until
their balls looked like two hard boiled eggs pressing up against the
base of both cocks.

And then it started.  Little tinges of muscle convulsions in the
sphincter muscles of each boy.  Sympathetic convulsions made both
cocks twitch between strokes.  The heads of both cocks grew dark
purply-blood red.

Suddenly, both boys went stiff as Nicole skittered her fingers across
both glands.  Then, back.  Then across.  Then, deep circling motions,
pressing harder and harder.

Both boys strained upward, thrusting their cocks up with as much power
as they had.  Both stopped stroking and squeezed the cock in their
hand and then released as two giant geysers of cum spewed straight up
in crossing arcs that came back down and landed as cum-rain on their
chests and on Nicole's shoulders and arms.

A second geyser followed, and finally, the guttural sounds of two men
releasing pressure from their glands, the absolute source of a man's
cum manufacturing plant.

Nicole backed off the pressure she had applied on their glands,
letting her fingers lightly tickle the throbbing walnuts.  Each trip
across brought yet another convulsion and expulsion of cum from the
twin cocks in front of her.

Drained at last, the three worn out figures fell into a  heap in the
middle of the bed.  Nicole pulled the bed spread up and flopped it
over everyone.  In minutes, deep slumber claimed all three, but not
before Nicole began wondering what would be next in her suddenly very
interesting life.



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