Threesome Double Feature
Two Hardcore Threesome Stories by
C. K. Haven
Featuring:
A Three-Way to Remember and Double Teaming Megan
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Copyright 2012 C. K. Haven
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(Bonus Preview) Three Cocks for Christine
Three-Way to Remember
By C. K. Haven
Copyright 2012 C. K. Haven
Smashwords Edition
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Jenna’s boyfriend was supposed to be here to pick her up when he got off work at midnight. That was almost an hour ago. No call or anything yet saying he’s running late; Jenna’s getting annoyed—more annoyed and drunker by the minute. Truth be told, you’re more than a little tipsy yourself. Tonight was your girls’ night out. You two went out to dinner then came back here to our apartment to talk and, well, to drink some more.
The more Jenna has to drink and the more time she has to fume about it, the more vocal and harsher she gets about her boyfriend, John. The three of us sitting on our couch, I’ve been listening to Jenna bitch about him for a solid half an hour. I don’t mind so much though. It’s more amusing to me than anything. Besides, I kind of actually like Jenna. More than most of your other friends, anyway.
“He’s gonna be so sorry when he gets here,” she says. And I don’t doubt it. She’s a bit scary when she gets mad. Oh well, I never much like John at any rate. Neither have you. He doesn’t treat her that well. “He’s probably off fucking that little whore Katie he works with,” Jenna says, rather loudly and with a slight slur.
Neither of us even bothers wasting the breath to defend John. He probably really is off fucking Katie. Whoever the hell Katie is.
“And I was gonna rock his fucking world tonight, too!” she continues. “I was going to fuck his goddamn brains out!”
“Jenna!” you say, giggling.
“What?” she shrugs. “So I’m horny, so what?”
Eyeing Jenna out of the corner of my eye I have to restrain myself from making some comment about how I’d be more than happy to take care of that little problem for her. I don’t really feel like getting smacked or buried under a heap of glowering looks from you—so I stay silent.
I’m feeling more than a little horny tonight myself. I wish Jenna’s boyfriend would show up and take her away so I could get down to the business of fucking your brains out.
She must have caught me watching her. Damn.
She says, “Well, Brian. What do you think?”
“What do I think about what?”
“Do you think I should still fuck him tonight?”
Again, I restrain myself from saying she would do better to fuck me. I shrug. What can I say? I’m a guy, and we guys are supposed to have each others’ backs—or something like that. Shrugging again I say, “Sure. Why not? Fuck him. Go nuts.”
“Sure?” Jenna says. “And here I’d have thought you’d say I should fuck you instead.”
Damn. Was I that obvious? Trying to recover, I end up saying something really intelligent sounding like, “Uhhmm…”
“I saw you looking,” Jenna says casually, taking another sip from her glass.
Embarrassed, I look at you and say, “I wasn’t—”
But you just giggle and say, “Oh baby, it’s okay.” And you’re even smiling.
Whew. I mean, it’s hardly my fault you’ve got hot and horny friends—who could really blame me for looking? Well, except for you, normally...
“Seriously, though,” Jenna says, “wouldn’t that teach him? Walk through the door hours late and find the three of us doing it! See what he’s missing when he doesn’t show up on time!”
You both giggle.
And I can’t help it; several images to that effect float through my head. Looking at you two girls, it’s not hard to imagine how amazing that would be. You’ve got to easily be the two hottest women I know. From personal experience, and thorough examination, I know for a fact that every inch of your sexy, hot body is perfect—from the sexiest little feet and toes up to your smooth legs, flat belly, fucking tight and perfect ass, the most amazing tits in history, and a face both beautiful and sexy beyond compare. In total: a complete fucking knockout from head to toe.
Jenna doesn’t have any foreseeable competition for second place, though. Always showing off her smooth, sexy legs and tight ass by wearing short shorts or skirts; she’s got a toned, athletic body. Her tits are smaller than yours, but still seem plenty big and perky from what I can tell through those tight shirts she always wears. Her olive-colored skin, not quite as dark as yours, is tight and firm. Her face wouldn’t be out of place on the cover of Maxim. (Neither would the rest of her, come to that.) She’s got dark brown hair with some blonde highlights, hanging just down past her shoulders.
The three of us together—it’s definitely a nice image.
“Well, how about it?” Jenna asks me.
“How about what?” I reply cautiously.
This time you surprise me by answering first. “The three of us. Together.”
“Uhh,” I mumble, not entirely convinced this isn’t some kind of cruel joke you two are playing on me.
“Oh come on,” Jenna says, pouting, “you can’t tell me you’d say no to these…” She sets her drink on the end table and then slides the straps of her tank top down her over her shoulders. She pulls her shirt over her bare tits. No bra.
I know that I’m staring and my mouth is probably hanging open like an idiot. But…damn. I definitely wasn’t mistaken about how nice her tits are. Beautifully round and perky, very good sized, and her nipples are nice and hard.
“What?” she says. “You look like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before.”
“I—”
You’re watching me with an odd little smile on your face.
I try to look away from Jenna’s displayed tits—I feel like I should, what with you sitting right next to me—but I just can’t.
“You like them?” you ask me, reaching out and tracing one finger around the curve of her breasts.
And then just like that, before even giving me a chance to come with a safe answer, you and Jenna resume talking about her boyfriend as if nothing had happened. As if she isn’t just sitting there with her tits out. Your fingers are still running all over her tits as you two talk, though.
“You should kiss.” Whoa. Did I just say that out loud? Shit. I didn’t mean to. I was just thinking it—more some kind of hopeful joke than anything.
You both turn to face me; you raise one eyebrow. I just kind of just grin and shrug, trying to play it off cool.
“Well?” Jenna says playfully to you.
“Why not?” you say, smiling. “It’s not like it’ll be the first time.”
“The first time in front of him, though,” says Jenna, nodding over at me.
I stare in amazement as you both wrap one hand around the others’ heads and start pulling each your faces closer and closer to one another. Your lips meet—gently and closed at first. On the next kiss Jenna’s mouth opens partway, landing on your upper lip. On the next, both of your mouths come open, and I swear I can see the very tip of Jenna’s tongue slip into your mouth.
Holy shit. Is this really happening?
Jenna moans softly and pulls your head closer. Now both of your tongues are working all around each other’s mouths. You pull apart briefly and just the tips of your tongues lick at each other. You’re now pulling at Jenna’s nipples with your fingers and she’s started fondling your tits through your shirt. A thin strand of spit connects your two tongues as you pull apart.
You look around at me, one eyebrow still raised and half a smile to your lips. “How was that?” you ask.
“Like you even need to ask,” Jenna giggles. “It looks like he’s about ready to blow his—”
“Lick her tits.” Wait. Did I just say that out loud too?
“Oh yeah baby!” says Jenna, laughing, obviously not being too upset about being cut off. “Lick my fucking tits!” She shakes her shoulders, making her tits bounce and jiggle. You both giggle.
“You mean like this?” You open your mouth, extract your tongue, and move closer and closer to Jenna’s chest with an almost exaggerated slowness.
Holy shit! Holy shit! repeats through my head. Or maybe I’m saying it out loud. Who could blame me either way?
Finally, you’re close enough to lick her tits. Your tongue traces a line along the bottom curve of each breast, and then up and around and in between them. You continue licking in smaller and smaller figure eights, your tongue getting ever closer to those rock hard nipples.
Jenna moans with pleasure as you take one of her nipples into your mouth and start gently sucking. She’s looking right at me the whole time.
I shift in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, very aware of the large bulge quickly forming in the front of my jeans.
Jenna laughs and nods toward me. She says, “Looks like Brian is a bit uncomfortable. Why don’t you go see if you can help him out with that?”
You glance back at me, smiling. “I think he’ll survive.”
Jenna says, “Girl, either you go take care of your man or I will.”
You roll your eyes but turn at the same time to face me.
Very slowly you start tracing your fingers up my leg, starting at the knee. You can actually see my cock push a bit harder against my jeans in anticipation of feeling your electric touch. You trace around the bulge and rub my cock with your fingertips through my pants. You reach over with both hands now and undo my belt. You start pulling my zipper down.
Jenna watches intently, hands playing with her own tits now. She says, “Get those fucking pants off him. Let’s see what he’s got under there.”
I lift my ass up slightly and help you pull my pants and boxers down. They fall away and crumple at me feet. When my cock comes free of the elastic band of my boxers it bounces back, slapping against my belly; you grab it by the base with one hand.
Jenna stares, wide-eyed. “Oh my God! It’s fucking huge! You never told me you were dating a fucking race horse! And you get to fuck that every day?”
You look back at her, smiling. You shrug as you start working your hand slowly up and down on my cock. I breathe heavily with pleasure as you continue stroking me, going faster and harder.
Jenna undoes the button on her shorts and puts one hand down inside—rubbing herself as she stares intently at your hand stroking my cock. I try not to stare at her pleasuring herself—I’m still a bit taken aback by this whole situation.
Your hand keeps rubbing my cock as you look back and forth between me and Jenna. I desperately want to feel your lips on my dick.
Jenna, seeming to read my mind, says, “When are you going to tell this little slut to suck it, Brian?”
You look back at Jenna, giggling.
Hell, that’s enough encouragement for me. I say, “Suck it baby.”
Jenna rolls her eyes and says, “Oh come on! I know you can do better than that, from what she’s told me. Say it like you fucking mean it! Be the fucking man! Tell this dirty bitch to suck your cock!”
Well, okay then. I take a hold of your hair with one hand and say, “Suck my fucking cock,” in a throaty growl. Pulling your hair, I guide you down and lead your mouth toward my cock.
“Oh, that’s much better,” Jenna says, rubbing harder and harder at herself. It looks like maybe she gets off as much on me being dominant as I do.
You start by taking in just the head, then working a bit deeper down little by little, making sure my whole cock gets plenty wet. You start going faster, taking in about half my length each time. My hand is still holding your head but I’m not pushing down. I can hardly take issue with how you’re sucking it.
Jenna watches your head bob up and down quickly on my lap, one hand grabbing roughly at her tits, the other still rubbing inside her shorts.
My eyes flick back and forth between Jenna rubbing herself and your mouth going down on my cock. Jenna’s moans of pleasure fill the air and mingle with the sounds of you sucking and jerking my wet dick.
“Yeah baby,” I say. “Holy shit. Fucking suck it!” And you do.
You raise up a bit and get your legs under you so you’re propped up on your knees sideways on the couch—now having much more leverage and a better angle to go more deeply down on me. I start pushing your head down a bit with my hand, taking full advantage of your new position.
Jenna stares at your ass, propped up and poised in front of her. It rocks back and forth slightly as you suck my dick. She takes her hand out from her shorts and releases her tits with the other. She leans forward and wraps both hands around your waist, undoing the button on your pants.
Your mouth comes off my cock and you turn back to look at her, eyebrow raised. “And what are you doing?” you ask.
“Who? Me?” she says innocently. “Oh, nothing…” She works your tight jeans down over your hips and to your bent knees. You keep watching her but don’t protest. She says, “Well don’t let me distract you. Keep sucking that beautiful cock.”
Still smiling slightly, you turn most of your attention back to your lips and my dick. As you do that, you raise one knee at a time and Jenna slides your pants all the way off.
She runs her fingers from the bottom of your feet all the way up your legs and traces around the edges of the black, lacy panties you’re wearing. Next, she traces that same line, only this time she does it with the tip of your tongue. You giggle and say, “You stop that! It tickles!”
She smiles mischievously and says, “Stop what?” Then she keeps licking.
Watching Jenna behind you licking your legs and all around your ass, I can feel my cock getting even harder in your mouth. I say to you, “Keep sucking baby.”
Jenna slides your panties down to your knees. She playfully slaps your ass with both hands. You moan, my cock still in your mouth. Her fingers briefly explore your clit and pussy then work up your ass crack. Using both hands, she spreads your ass cheeks. She smiles and says, “Oh my God! What a cute little ass! Look how tight it is! Brian, I hope you fuck this ass!”
“Excuse me!” you say in mock indignity.
“What?” she says, again feigning innocence. She shrugs. “I’m just saying.” Jenna then leans forward and begins licking your pussy from behind. Your mouth opens and you gasp in pleasure and surprise.
I just stare. I gently guide your mouth back to my cock, unable to stand not having it sucked any longer. Jenna continues to lick your clit and your pussy—still using both of her hands to keep your ass spread. You sucking hard on my dick and Jenna’s face buried in your pussy, you’re both moaning continuously. One of Jenna’s hands has found its way back into her shorts and she has resumed playing with herself.
“Lick her ass,” I say on a sudden impulse.
Jenna looks up at me; so do you.
“I said lick her fucking asshole,” I repeat firmly—hoping that’ll work.
Jenna smiles, moves both hands back to your ass to spread it wide again, and starts leaning forward with her tongue extended. She looks me right in the eye as her tongue starts to lick in circles all around your asshole. I can see her start to work her tongue up and down, lapping at your ass.
You squirm some and moan, but you don’t take my cock from between your lips.
Jenna does one lasts long and exaggerated lick all the way up your ass crack, passing right over your asshole. She sensually licks her lips, still looking right at me. She says, “Is that what you wanted? You like watching me lick your girlfriend’s asshole?”
“Fuck yes,” I say. “Don’t stop. Keep fucking licking it.”
She does as she’s told, and you start moaning more loudly.
This all has me so turned on that I can’t help myself. I place both hands on the top of your head and start pushing down much more forcefully than I was before. You’re now taking at least seven of my eight inches in each time your head goes down. “Yeah baby,” I say, “let me fuck your throat.” You gag slightly each time I push your head down and I feel my cock hit the back of your mouth. I begin pulling your face into me faster.
I can hear Jenna tonguing your ass, both of her hands still holding it spread wide. I say, “Lick her ass deep. I want you to put your fucking tongue in her asshole.” Jenna moans and does what she’s told. I can see the tip of her tongue darting in and out of your ass. Your head comes up and you moan loudly, surprised by this new and sudden sensation.
After watching you squirm with Jenna’s tongue in your asshole for a while, I turn your head to face me and look you deeply in the eyes. I say, “I want to watch you eat Jenna out.”
“Oooo,” Jenna purrs. “Now you’re talking, stud. I was wondering when we were going to get to that.” She pulls her shirt off and then wiggles out of her shorts. You straighten up and pull off your own shirt, unhook your bra and slide it down your arms. Then you stand up and kick your panties off before settling back down into the same position on your knees—sideways on the couch—only this time you’re facing Jenna instead of me.
“Come on baby,” Jenna giggles, “lick my pussy.”
You tilt forward and I can hear your tongue licking Jenna’s pussy and she begins to moan. From here I’ve got the perfect view of your pussy and ass.
Damn. It sure looks mighty inviting.
I stand up, pull my own shirt off, and finish removing my jeans and boxers—ready to start fucking your tight little pussy. But Jenna apparently has other plans for my dick at the moment. She locks eyes with me and says, “Bring that fucking cock to me.”
I take a step or two towards Jenna then hesitate, glancing at you. You look up and stop licking Jenna’s pussy long enough to say, “Go for it baby. I know you’ve always wanted her to suck your cock. Here’s your chance. Just don’t get used to it!”
Here’s my chance indeed, and I don’t intend to waste it. I move closer, put one hand on the couch’s armrest, leaning forward and down to bring my cock closer to Jenna’s open and waiting mouth. I remove my hand from the base of my dick and Jenna puts hers there, guiding it to her lips. First she licks teasingly at the tip—but she quickly starts taking it in. I groan as she begins sucking at the head of my cock; her head and hand work back and forth enthusiastically and in perfect tandem. She’s moaning all the while from the stimulation of your tongue.
I look down and watch you pleasuring Jenna. Your tongue works in circles, up and down, and back and forth on her pussy and clit. You look up at me without moving your head and a small smile appears at the corners of your mouth. As far as I know, you’ve never been with a woman before—but you do seem awful comfortable down there…
Your tongue works quickly all around Jenna’s clit; one of your hands has found its way to Jenna’s tits; your long hair is flowing down your arched back, and your ass moves back and forth with the movement of your head. I just get lost in the moment and watch the two hottest, sexiest women I know as one pleasures the other and the other is taking my cock in her mouth. How the hell did I ever get so lucky?
Jenna’s lips and hand slide easily and quickly along my shaft. I want so badly to just let go and face fuck the hell out of her, but I’m still a bit hesitant. She’d probably be all for it—judging from her enthusiasm and suggestions thus far—but I don’t want to ruin this amazing dream come true just because I got a little too eager. I wonder how much she could take, though. Has she ever tried to suck a cock this big before?
Legs spread wide, with one foot up on the wall behind the couch, Jenna sucks faster and faster on my cock. She has some pretty fucking cute, sexy feet, too. She sees me looking. She takes her lips off my cock and says, “You a feet guy?”
Before I can answer you look up from her pussy and say, “Oh yeah. He’s practically obsessed with mine.”
“Hmm,” Jenna says, giggling. Then she scoots up on the couch until she’s sitting and says to me, “Why don’t you sit here in between us?”
Like any guy could possibly say no to that—like any guy in right mind would want to say no to that. Of course I sit down.
You move back onto the far side of the couch, still on your hands and knees; Jenna gets on her knees as well, mirroring you. Me, I sit in between both of you, slightly slouched, my cock rock-hard and more than ready for whatever it is you two have planned for it. You lean forward and take my dick in your mouth, and start sucking hard and passionately on the head. Jenna then leans forward, extending her tongue, and begins licking all over my shaft up and down—wherever your lips aren’t.
“Oh my fucking God!” I say as Jenna’s tongue strays down to my balls. With Jenna’s attention focused on licking my sack, you begin to suck me more deeply—taking me about half way in each time. Before this moment, I had only ever imagined the intense pleasure I’d feel having my balls and cock sucked and licked at the same time.
Jenna says, “Let me suck that cock again.”
You lift your lips off my dick with a popping sound and then watch as Jenna takes it into her mouth. You just watch her suck it for a while before I place my hand on the back of your head and guide you down. You start licking my balls like Jenna had been doing. Then you take them one at a time into your mouth and suck gently on them. Every so often you come up and lick my shaft before returning to my balls.
Both of you lift your heads up and kiss each other deeply over my cock. Placing one hand each on my cock—yours on top up, near the tip—and you start to stroke it in unison. I groan with pleasure as you continue making out with each other while simultaneously jerking me off.
“Suck it,” I say. “Both of you.”
Jenna keeps holding the base of my rod, keeping it held up straight, while you both lean down into my lap. Both pairs of lips reach my dick simultaneously. Your tongues and lips suck and lick at the tip of my cock. You each take half the head in your mouths and suck at it.
“Oh my God,” I groan.
After enjoying both your mouths sucking on me together, I take Jenna by the hair and pull her head back. I say, “Get on the floor. Get on your fucking knees in front of me. Now.”
She does just as she’s told—not hesitating in the least to drop down onto the carpet in between my legs. You don’t stop sucking me even for a second.
“Yeah baby. Keep sucking,” I say, putting one hand on the top of your head. To Jenna I say, “Now lick my fucking balls.”
You’re still on your knees sideways on the couch—your head bobbing quickly up and down on my cock. Jenna, on her knees in front of me on the floor, begins to lick and suck at my balls. Heaven.
Surprising me greatly, you pull your lips off my cock and say to Jenna, “Why don’t you lick his ass?”
Jenna looks up, raising an eyebrow, and says, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Turning to me, you say, “I know how much you like that, baby; and I know I don’t rim you nearly as much as you’d like. So tell this whore to lick your ass while I suck your dick.”
I kiss you hard, my tongue going deep into your mouth. You have never been this wild before. I fucking love it. I say, “Show me what a little slut you are. Lick my fucking ass Jenna. Lick my ass while your best friend blows me.”
I slouch down a bit farther and lift my legs up—making it easier for Jenna to get at it.
You resume sucking my cock as Jenna’s tongue starts to explore. She licks all around, her tongue quickly finding my asshole. I groan loudly with pleasure, and she starts working her tongue in circles—licking hard at my ass.