A Weekend Reunion (MMF)

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  1. biguy2738

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    It was late Friday afternoon. I’d just arrived home, threw my jacket on the sofa and tensed my shoulders in an attempt to find relief from a hard day at the office. Truth be told, it had been quite a week and I was looking forward to a weekend of peace and relaxation. I heaved a sigh of relieve while pouring whiskey into a tumbler, when the telephone rang.

    “Hello?” I growled…as in: “Who are you and what the hell do you want?” I allowed the tone of my voice to convey what I really wanted to say. I was pissed off by the interruption. I desperately wanted to unwind. This had better be good.

    There was a startled pause before the person on the other end of the line said, “John. John. It’s me, Paul. How are you, buddy?”

    “Well, fuck me sideways...” I started to say while reaching out for a seat.

    “Listen John, I’m in town with my wife, and I was wondering if you would be free for a drink tonight?”

    “You’re married? You? Married? You’re kidding me, right?”

    Paul and I had been friends since college. He always tried to come across to be your run-of-the-mill macho kind of guy...until we ended up being roommates. At one point, we were both without girlfriends and were horny as hell. It was a Saturday night. We popped in some porn and our side by side jack-off session led to our introduction to the world of cocksucking. Everything changed after that, because we soon agreed that life was much simpler (and cheaper) without girlfriends...most especially since we were willing to lend each other a helping hand...or mouth...or ass. Paul left town after his graduation and we somehow ended up losing contact with each other.

    My thoughts were interrupted by his response to my skeptic reaction. We joked around for a bit before I confirmed the time and place of our meeting. “Were my ears deceiving me?” I thought as I put down the phone. “Could it really be that Paul’s back in town?” I left the questions in my mind along with my glass of whiskey while I retreated to my en-suite bathroom, stripped off my clothes and soaped up my weary body under the warm and steady flow of water in the shower. As I shifted my soapy attention to my cock and ass, I had flashbacks of our pleasurable times together. “It’s a shame that he’s married,” I said to myself, “oh well, those were the days...”

    I stepped out of the shower, toweled myself dry, got dressed, grabbed a bite to eat and found myself sitting on a comfortable barstool, sipping on a glass of scotch and enjoying the company of Paul and his wife, Lindsey, about three hours after he’d called me. Our introductions were a bit awkward, at least on my part, as I found it difficult to believe that he really was married. I would never have guessed that Paul, MY Paul would settle down and get married one day.

    The awkwardness diminished with each glass of whisky. Lindsey’s bubbly personality was infectious, while Paul was just um, how do I put it? Paul was just Paul; there was no other way to describe him. He was all jokes – they were used as a barrier to hide his shy, vulnerable and introverted self. I’ve always wondered where this silent coyness came from. His voice was dulled out of my awareness while I studied his face. He was always a looker. He was sexy as hell, most especially in the evenings; after his stubble had been given the opportunity to grow for a couple of hours. His piercing blue eyes combined with the cleft in his chin and dark brown hair were always hypnotic. Yes, they still were. He could be my snake charmer anytime. I’d often hoped that Paul would trust me enough to cast aside his boisterous exterior and allow me in and befriend the scared boy that rested inside of him. “What is it about him?” I asked myself. Even after all of these years, I still found myself being drawn to that man.

    I realized that Paul was talking to me when Lindsey reached over and touched my hand. Was it just me or did I just sense a seductiveness as she allowed her hand to fleetingly pass over mine? I could almost detect an air of sultriness in the air. It was electrifying. Lindsey smiled. I could visualize myself sliding my tongue between those cherry colored lips of hers. Oh, God! Who to do? Who to do? Lindsey, Paul. Paul, Lindsey. Both! Oh yes, puhleez, let me have them both; served up on a platter; a feast fit for a king! It was times like this when I happy to be bisexual.

    The alcohol started to take its toll. Truth be told, I don’t remember much of what followed next. I do remember all of the crucial information, though: I had invited them over to my place for a nightcap. I live on the 23rd floor of an upscale apartment block. The interior of my living space consists of shale tiled walls, carpeted floors and steel finishes. I have large windows that overlook the city – a canvas painted by shimmering lights that cast varying hues of grey upon the walls...quite like my sexuality.

    I reached out to switch on the light, but Lindsey stopped me. “Please don’t? It’s absolutely beautiful,” she said as she headed towards the window. I obeyed. I remember pouring each of us a glass of wine and setting it down on the coffee table. I took a swig out of my glass. The wine tasted good. Anybody that knows me will tell you that I hate the quiet, so I immediately stood up and switched on my stereo system. The music played faintly in the background while we chatted about life since our graduation. Paul finished telling me about how he met Lindsey, when he asked where the bathroom was. He excused himself. Lindsey and I sat in silence for a couple of seconds...though it felt like it was for several minutes.

    “Can I give you a top up?” I asked, while lifting the bottle of wine from the coffee table.

    “Please, that will be lovely,” she replied while holding her wineglass in my direction. I smiled at her while I poured wine in her glass.

    “It’s really good to meet you. I can see that you make Paul happy and I can’t begin to tell you just how much it pleases me,” I said. “I don’t know how it is that we lost contact with each other, but he’s always meant a lot to me.”

    “I can tell you that you mean a lot to Paul as well,” Lindsey began, “he even talks to you in his sleep.”

    “He does?” I asked surprised.

    “Yes, he does.” She gave out a soft yet embarrassed laugh. “From what he’s said, it’s safe to conclude that you sure know how to pleasure his monster.”

    Wine sprayed out of my mouth and nostrils. The situation couldn’t have been more uncomfortable. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I didn’t know what was worse, Lindsey’s knowledge of our college day antics or the fact that I’d just covered her in wine. “I am so sorry,” I began, “let me get you something to clean yourself with.”

    “No. You’re going to lick me clean.” In an instant, Lindsey had freed both of her wine soaked breasts and held out her cleavage in my direction.

    “What the fuck is going on?!!” Paul’s voice bellowed from behind me. I hadn’t heard his return.

    “Paul...Paul...” I stammered. Oh God, could things get any worse than this? “It’s not what you think....”

    Paul cut me off. “Now that’s a damn shame...I was hoping that the two of you were getting things warmed up for me.”
     
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    “WHAT?!!” Then it dawned on me. I was set up; all of this was planned. Paul left us alone so that Lindsey could work her magic on me....and it worked....and I wasn’t complaining.

    “Are you going to clean me up or is this how you treat all of your guests?” Lindsey asked jokingly. There was a naughty glint in her eyes. I didn’t need a second invitation. I stepped in front of her, went down on my knees and her hand guided my head to her ample bosoms. She moaned faintly while my tongue worked its way all over her porcelain skin. I worked my mouth down to her right nipple and suckled on it while her moans grew louder and louder. I directed my attention to her left. I felt it stiffen against my tongue. I sucked on it gently while my tongue swirled around her areola. Lindsey’s head was bent to the side, her tresses of red hair falling down her back while her eyes were closed and her face, covered with rapture. My cock had grown hard and had started to ache for some attention of its own. I wanted Lindsey and Paul...and in no particular order either.

    “HEY! I’m the one who ached to have my cock down your throat!” Paul interrupted my thoughts.

    “Well, quit bitching, Mary, and let me do something about it.” I smiled at him sheepishly.

    Paul didn’t need a second invitation. He brought his now tenting crotch right up to my face. Could this be real? Would I get to pleasure his man meat again? I licked my lips with anticipation while my hands frantically worked on the buckle of his belt. Once it was loosened, I undid the top button of his jeans and unzipped his trousers. I couldn’t wait to cup his manhood with my hand. “I’ve missed you Big Boy,” I said lustfully while looking up into Paul’s eyes.

    “Big Boy’s missed you too.” Lindsey’s voice redirected my attention to her. I was surprised to find that she was wearing crotchless panties. Her dress was hiked up. Her index finger was between her pussy lips before they moved to the hood of her clit, where she moved her finger in circular motions.

    “Big Boy is going to have to wait,” I started to say, “I need to do something quickly.”

    “Oh no you don’t!” growled Paul while he grabbed the back of my head and thrust it into his crotch. My nose was nuzzling his semi erect cock. I inhaled deeply. “Aaaaaaah.” The smell of his man musk sent me over the edge. I brought his trousers down to his ankles in an instant and I was thrilled to see that he was wearing a jockstrap. He remembered that I loved it when he wore them. Not only did he look sexy in them, but they also provided me with easy access to his hairy man hole.

    I set about licking and sucking on the fabric of his strap while he set about taking off his shirt. I glanced up and took in the beauty of his firm and hairy chest. The sight of his dark brown hairs surrounding his pale pink areolas always turned me on. How I ached to run my hand over his chest and suck on his nips. I reached up and tweaked both nipples with my hands while I continued to slobber on his restrained, but growing package. The smells of sex and lust were gradually filling the air. My hands moved down his chest and around his waist until they found his cheeks. I gave them a firm squeeze. It was all too good to be true. I wanted to pinch myself but decided against it for fear that I woke up and found that I’d been dreaming. If it were a dream, I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I could.

    I moved my tongue up and down his growing shaft; his head was starting to show from the top of his jockstrap. His jockstrap was soaked from my saliva. It was then that I realised that I was soaked; I leak copious amounts of precum. It was as if Lindsey had been reading my mind because she interrupted my thoughts (and pleasure) when she said:

    [FONT=&quot] “Honey, I see why you nicknamed John, ‘Gusher’. Look at the size of that patch!”

    [/FONT] My cheeks turned scarlet while I looked down to my crotch. Sure enough, my precum had seeped through my boxer briefs and flooded the fabric of my brown pants. My attention was redirected to Paul’s sizeable schlong while he pulled my face back to his sopping package. I hiked my fingers into the top of his jockstrap and slowly pulled it down, wary of hurting him in the process. I was reminded of my need for caution as his cock came into view. OH MAN! He was a firm and 9 inches long with foreskin covering his head generously. I once again inhaled his scent deeply. WOW! It alerted me to Paul’s continued obedience.

    [FONT=&quot]When Paul and I started to “get it on”, he was very conscious of being uncut...along with the shit talk about foreskin being unhygienic and funky. It led to him always wanting to shower, even in the heat of the moment, before allowing me to take care of his one-eyed spitting trouser snake. It took a lot of convincing before he eased up on it. In all of our time together, he was never smelly or off-putting in any way. He was hygienic enough as it was, so there wasn’t any need for him to give his python a good soaping before allowing me to charm it. Besides, he washed away his delightful musky smell and the slightly salty taste of his manhood. Truth be told, I loved to feed on his cock after he’d had an active day. YUM!

    [/FONT] My suspicions were confirmed while I engulfed his head with my hot and hungry mouth. He hadn’t showered before our get together. Just as I liked it. He tasted good and my hunger for him escalated. I took his shaft into my left hand and sucked down on it, going all the way down until I had stretched his skin as far over his head as I could. I then used my tongue to play with his skin. I nibbled on it gently and proceeded to push it back slightly. I docked my tongue; now I could really taste him...and as always, Paul tasted good. Sooooo good! I worked my tongue until it was between his skin and his head and worked my way around it. I wanted all of his taste. I hungered for all of his taste. Paul groaned and I felt his body shudder. Some things never change. Clearly I still knew which buttons to push.

    “You don’t mind if I sit closer and watch you work on Paul’s dick, do you John? Perhaps I’ll learn a trick or two from you,” said Lindsey. As she sat next to me, I could smell her sex and I ached to bury my face into her snatch.

    John’s member was throbbing as it probed more and more deeply inside my mouth until it started to fill my throat. Thankfully he had a downward curve which made deepthroating him a breeze. I can’t explain it, but somehow and in some way, he always just ‘fit’ without any effort from my side. His hardness had moved past my tonsils and he continued to go deeper and deeper down my throat. Eventually my nose was buried in his pubes, his balls pushed against my chin and his pubic bone pushing into my face. “AAAAAAAAAH!” He groaned. He lost control, placed his hands on either side of my head and started to throat fuck me. I loved the fullness that I felt in my throat. His thrusts grew stronger and faster. At times he caught me at the wrong angle and I’d start to gag, but he was so engrossed with his pleasure that he didn’t seem to notice.

    It was at this point that I felt Lindsey’s hands working on my belt, the top button of my trousers and my zipper. Before I knew it, my pants were at my ankles while she was nursing on my soaking bulge. GROAN! It felt good. Too good. I didn’t know what to focus on: the pleasure that she was giving me or pleasuring Paul. Lindsey was sucking on the fabric on my boxer briefs. Evidently she approved of the taste of my precum and she was hell bent on getting every last drop out of my undies. Little did she know that there was still puhlenty where that came from. I started to grind my throbbing crotch into her face involuntarily. Paul was throat fucking me roughly. Could things get any better than this?
     
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    “Fuck! I’m going to come!” Paul groaned. He had barely finished that exclamation when he started to thrust harder. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my face was bruised from the contact of his pubic bone against it. As he groaned, he started to pump rope after rope of baby batter down my throat and right into my stomach. I pulled my head back a bit so that he could also spray the inside of my mouth with his thick man goo. I’d waited for so long that I was loathe to miss out on tasting his cum. After all of these years, he still tasted good and was generous with his serving. I licked and sucked on his head gently while my tongue paid particular attention on his slit. I was unwilling to lose a single drop of his splooge.

    Lindsey had freed my throbbing cock from inside of my boxer briefs. I wasn’t as long as Paul, but I was much thicker than him. I realised that she was struggling to get more than my head into her mouth because of my thickness. She had the tendency to lick my slit and scoop up my precum with her tongue. It felt good. Paul’s hand brought me back to the present. He had placed his grip on my throat and gently yet impatiently guided me up. My unexpected movement caused Lindsey to scrape my cock with her teeth. “OUCH!” I yelped. “In case you didn’t notice, I am already cut,” I teased, trying to conceal some of the pain. “Fuck! That hurt!” I thought to myself.

    “I’m sorry,” she began, “I didn’t realise...”

    “No worries, Lindsey, I was only kidding.” I reassured her.

    Paul continued to bring me up from the ground until I was standing. He drew my mouth to his. Oh God! How I had ached to explore his mouth with mine. Our kisses grew stronger in intensity. It felt as if we were trying to swallow each others’ tongues. I knew that he could taste himself and it had made him horny. Sure enough, as I placed my hand on his groin, I discovered that he was growing hard. Lindsey had quietly worked herself in between us. She set about working on my cock. I was aching for release to the point of my balls starting to hurt; it wouldn’t have surprised me if they were starting to turn blue too. I had to fight against grabbing her by the head and fucking her face like her husband had just finished fucking mine. I couldn’t take it any longer, so I started to go back down to the ground. My lips met Lindsey’s and we kissed while my hands started to caress and gently squeeze her two mounds of soft but firm flesh. My fingers found her nipples and I alternated between rubbing them and gently tweaking them. She start to moan and buck her hips into the air. That was all invitation that I needed.

    I buried my face between her legs. Her musk was strong and turned me on even more. My tongue swirled around her clit for a bit before it went in search of her soaking, feverish hole. Shit! She was soaked and warmth seemed to emanate from it. I tongue fucked her for a bit. She tasted good and I loved the way that she ground herself against my tongue.

    “Taste yourself,” I said before slipping my tongue into her mouth. I was rubbing my cock head against her hole while I pulled my tongue out of her mouth. “See how good you taste? I could spend all day eating you out...but I have something else in mind for now.”

    With that, I started to penetrate her. She felt good. It was times like this when I was thankful for what I have. I may not be able to deep fuck, but with my kind of girth, it meant that more times than not, I had a tight pussy to fuck. She squealed while my throbbing pole sunk deeper and deeper into her cooch. Her wetness and warmth made me want to fuck the life out of her.

    I thrust in and out of her slowly, until I was certain that she was used to my girth and then my hips moved fast and rough. She whimpered with delight while she played with her nipples. I was in mid thrust when I felt Paul’s hands on my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart until my hole was revealed. I nearly creamed myself when I felt his tongue gently flick and swirl round on my pucker. My hole grew hot with desire; I wanted him to unleash his monster inside of me. Sure enough, I heard him spit onto his fingers before he set about spreading his spittle on my now aching hole. My thrusts slowed down while he slowly inserted one finger...and then two inside of me. He slid them in and out of me for a bit. When he removed his fingers, I knew what to expect, so I paused until he had his cock lined up with my rectum. He felt him rub his head until he was sure that my muscles were relaxed, and then he slowly started to penetrate me. It hurt slightly, but knowing what kind of pleasure it would lead to, it clenched my teeth and accepted his painful entry.

    He slowly filled my colon more and more. His hips moved slowly and his thrusts were shallow. He built up speed and started to thrust more deeply into me. We then found our rhythm and worked together. I fucked Lindsey while he fucked me. WOW! I had never be the filling to a flesh sandwich before, but if I knew that the pleasure would be this intense, I would have given it a try much earlier on in my life. The more that he slammed and rubbed against my prostate, the more certain I became that I wouldn’t be able to last long...especially with Lindsey’s tightness. Our thrusts became faster and rougher. The air was filled with Lindsey and me moaning. I was certain that the walls to my apartment were dripping with the smells of lust and unbridled sex.

    “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I yelled. I shot blast after blast of thick jizz inside of Lindsey. While I continued to shoot inside of her, I realised that Paul was about to follow suit. My ass must have clamped down on him and sent him over the edge. “AAAAAAAAAAAH” he groaned while he thrust violently into me. Our bodies were spasming at the same time. This must have sent Lindsey over the edge because she started to moan while her body convulsed. I felt her pussy clamp down on me which made me spasm even more.

    We collapsed onto each other. We became a panting fleshpile of sweat and cum. Our experience together was mindblowing! We lay on top of each other for a while; we needed to regain our strength. I eventually planted a kiss on Lindsey’s lips. Our tongues flicked around for a bit. I felt Paul’s hand guided my mouth to his. We kissed briefly too. I started to move out of the way so that Paul could kiss Lindsey. I was interrupted by Paul asking, “Where are you going?”

    “I’m getting out of your and Lindsey’s way. You do want to kiss her, right?” I asked jokingly.

    “Of course I do, but I need to do something first.” He moved me out of the way before I had an opportunity to ask him what he meant. Paul’s face was buried between Lindsey’s legs as he set about cleaning my seed out of her. When he’d collected enough of it, he shifted upwards and kissed her deeply, inserting his cum drenched tongue into her mouth. I was turned on by watching them devour my nut, so I followed suit and lapped up some of my sticky goo from between her labia and delivered it to Paul’s eager mouth. He, in turn, shared it with Lindsey while I went in search of more.

    [FONT=&quot]It was a good thing that it was a Friday night because our night together led to Paul and Lindsey spending the remainder of the weekend with me. The three of us spent most of the days and nights pleasuring each other until the three of us collapsed on my bed, completely spent. We didn’t get much sleep during their stay. But that’s another story. Perhaps I’ll share more of our adventures together, with you someday...[/FONT]
     
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    God, I love these bisexual stories. Awesome job, Bud :smile:
     
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    This one gets better and better with each re-reading!
     
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