Three Hole Roulette

John and Jason shared a perplexed glance, both wondering how the hell she could keep track of that level of detail through all this fucking, but she was absolutely right. They both held their last white disk, John's had the word PUSSY and Jason's had the word ASS.

"I'm old honey," John reminded Kirsty, "I'm gonna just lay here while you crawl over me and take my cum in your beautiful pussy."

"You're not so old," she said with a giggle and looked down at the pharmaceutically enhanced erection standing proud above his patch of salt-and-pepper pubic hair, before she slowly engulfed it in the warm, wet sheath of her snatch. John instinctively humped in and out of her cunt, reciting baseball statistics in his head trying to prolong the incredible feeling of her being deep inside her.

Suddenly Kirsty cried out in a piercing shriek. "Toooooo Fuckingggggg Biiiiiiig," she panted, trying to catch her breath, as Jason was attempting to push the tennis ball sized cockhead through the tight ring of her ass.

John reached up and pulled and twisted her nipples in an attempt to distract her from the assault being perpetrated on her unsuspecting rosebud. Finally Jason lodged himself within her anus with an audible pop, as her sphincter snapped closed around the ridge at the base of his cockhead. The three of them paused and simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

As Jason pushed his cock further into her bowels, John felt her pussy tighted to a vice-like grip, his cock consuming the remaining free space within her body. John bucked his hips into her slowly and continued to pull and twist her nipples.

With one hand she rubbed her clit, then Kirsty reached behind her with the other, and her fingers searched out Jason's butt crack. "I'm close, I'm close, I'm close," she uttered in a breathy tone in rhythm to the cocks moving in and out of her. She wiggled her finger into the tight pucker between Jason's ass cheeks and continued to rub her pussy, still filled with John's steel hard cock.

John was having trouble delaying his orgasm, as the feeling of his cock rubbing against Jason's through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass was getting to be too much to handle.

Jason was on the edge too, and knew he would blow as soon as her wandering finger found his enflamed prostate.

Kirsty was having an out of body experience, the pain shooting to her brain from her overstretched rectum battling with the pleasure signals generated from the fingers and pussy working her cunt.

At that point, Kirsty's finger hit paydirt and the three of them started to cum at the same time, bells going off in the heads like Big Ben striking midnight!

"Fuuuucccckkk Meeeeeeee," Kirsty cried out, while her body shuddered and she almost passed out from the sensation of Jason's cock spurting deep in her bowels, and John's cock spray painting his cum into her womb.

Falling forward on John's chest, Kirsty started kissing him all over his sweat covered face, while Jason pulled his cock out of her ass and joined Michael at the bar for a night cap.

"Do you have to go," Kirsty asked John between kisses.

"Not if you don't want me to," he replied, biting her lower lip as she tried to kiss him again. "I checked out of my hotel in London and am check in here until I have to leave on Monday."

A tear of joy in her eye, Kirsty leaned down and kissed him passionately, their tongues battling each other like territorial snakes.

The sound of applause from the doorway caused them to break their kiss. They looked up and saw Michael and Jason fully dressed and clapping.

"We've got to run love if we're going to catch the last train of the night," Michael said somewhat sadly, "but we're both really happy you included us in your little game."

Kirsty got up to see them both to the door, not bothering to grab her robe or toga, while John made his way to the bar. She kissed them both deeply and promised to call them next week. John bid his new friends farewell and plopped himself down on the leather sofa with his drink, his eyes closed in a mixture of ecstasy and exhaustion.

A few minutes after hearing Kirsty close and lock the door, he felt her straddle his legs and rest herself on his lap over his now soft manhood. He opened his eyes to sight of her beautiful smile, and uttered the question that had been running through his mind.

"So who won the game?" he asked, then closed his eyes again.

She placed a soft kiss on his lips, and then pushed something into his hand.

Opening his eyes and his hand at the same time, he looked down to see all nine colored disks, now in his sole possession.

"You did love," she said and wiggled her pussy over his now awakening cock, "but I demand a rematch."