Message-ID: <7375eli$9803301427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: broker6@ix.netcom.com Subject: More Josh and Mom (F/mm Inc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <351FB3BC.5B06@ix.netcom.com> 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. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |