Brenda's Discovery

Brenda felt firm hands on her shoulders, urging her downwards. When she opened her eyes she realised that Barry and John had both pulled their dicks out. They looked so different; John's thick and long, Barry's thinner but even longer. John had thick, bushy pubic hair, but Barry appeared to have none. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around each of them. She started to rub them in unison.

Barry placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her towards his cock. At first, she wondered what he was doing, but then realised what he wanted. Brenda's ex-husband had often asked her to do it, but she had always refused. The mere idea had made her feel ill, then. Now, she found herself wondering what it would be like, how it would taste. She kissed the head. It looked shiny and hard, but when her lips touched it felt silky smooth. As she drew away she felt something sticky and a string of pre-come followed. She let go of the shaft to wipe it away with the back of her hand.

"Stop teasing me and start sucking my fucking cock you little slut," he growled. He grabbed her hair with one hand and his dick with the other and mashed her mouth onto it. She didn't want to do this, but she was frightened by his sudden display of aggression. Brenda closed her eyes and began to open her mouth. Before she knew what was happening, he had forced it in until it hit the back of her throat and she started to gag. She felt a momentary relief when he withdrew, but then the shaft drove back in. Again she started to gag and again he withdrew. It didn't become any easier, but she got used to it after a while.

With Barry pre-occupying her mouth, Brenda had ignored John's dick and he was feeling left out. He stepped around behind her and grabbed her hips. With one swift movement he lifted her to a standing position, where he pushed her knees apart. He used two digits to finger-fuck her for a few seconds and then positioned his cock at the entrance. He waited; timing his move to coincide with Barry's thrust. He rammed it all the way home.

Brenda screamed around Barry's cock, but was silenced as it slid further into her throat. She was being assaulted from both ends at once and they didn't seem to care if they hurt her. Then, for a moment, she thought she might be wrong as the long shaft withdrew until just the head was past her lips. His hips made shorter movements and he started to grunt. Then her mouth began to fill with warm, salty fluid and she understood what was happening. She fought back the urge to vomit, trying to make room for the volume of liquid. When he shoved it deeper again she had no choice but to begin swallowing.

Gasping for breath, Brenda clung onto Barry while John continued to pound into her, his thighs slapping against her bare ass cheeks. She felt him shoot inside her, but he didn't stop he just kept going. She was so numbed by what had happened that she hadn't recognised the nearness of her own orgasm. John had and he was determined to bring her off as well.

Brenda's knees and legs began to tremble, so John held her up, toes dragging across the carpet. She began to sob as the next waves of climax came crashing down upon her.

John's cock slid out of Brenda's vagina. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down. She looked down past her parted knees and saw that Barry's dick was still hard. She was surprised. Her ex-husband usually rolled over and went to sleep after sex. She wondered if he was going to climb on top and fuck her normally. She liked the idea of that, although she was starting to feel a little tired.

She felt John climb onto the bed next to her. He lifted and turned her head. She could now see his deflated cock, still slick with her juices and some of his semen.

"Come on girl, now lick me clean," he said.

Brenda wasn't too happy with this. It was bad enough to have to put it in her mouth, but when it was covered with spunk and had been up her cunt? She had little time to consider an alternative as the head was dragged across her lips. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to allow him in. Once more she tasted the musky, slightly salty flavour, but it was mixed with another, more potent tang -- her own come. The sense of revulsion was overwhelmed by fascination and, yes, arousal. When Barry slid his cock into her she was more than ready to receive him.

She continued to lick up and down the length of John's shaft until it was clean, by which time he too was hard again. She turned back to Barry whose weight was pressing her into the bed. She simply loved the feeling of being overpowered in this way. But then he paused, reached down and placed his hands behind her knees and lifted them up. He pushed her legs up over his shoulders and then pressed his cock into her pussy, even deeper than before. Brenda had never been penetrated so deeply. She moaned and writhed as he moved faster and drove harder, his sweat dripping down onto her breasts to mix with the sheen of perspiration that already glossed her skin.

She watched as her breasts bounced up and down with Barry's thrusts. She could see his cock slamming into her stretched pussy. When he came, she saw his semen squeezing out around the sides. He withdrew and slumped over onto the other side of the bed. Now John was standing at the end of it looking down at her.

"Turn over and get your ass up in the air, you horny little bitch."

She struggled onto her side and then up onto her hands and knees. She spread her legs ready and felt John kneel on the bed behind her. He slowly entered her.

"You're loving this aren't you my little whore? Aren't you?"

She nodded.

"Tell me."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes I'm loving it."

"Loving what?" he pressed.

"What? Ah! Oh! I'm loving it. I'm loving you fucking me. Both of you."

"Good."

John pulled out of the wetness with a slurping sound. He slid forward running his cock across her pussy lips and rubbing against her clit. He slipped it back in for a few more strokes before withdrawing again. This time he allowed the shaft to slide in the other direction, running across the sensitive tissue surrounding her anus. It felt so wrong, but she let him do it anyway. She was much happier when he was back inside her vaginal tunnel.

"Oh! What are you doing?" she asked, concerned.

"Relax sweetheart. Just enjoy the ride."

He continued to stroke in and out, but the finger that he had placed on the puckered hole now began to probe.

"Ah! No please don't. I don't want you to do that," she pleaded.

But he ignored her and continued fucking and fingering. She couldn't believe it, but his invasion of her ass was making her feel light headed with arousal. He finger-fucked her using the lubrication from her pussy juices and Barry's come. When he pushed a second finger in it hurt a little, but within a couple of strokes she had forgotten about it. She could feel yet another climax approaching. She dropped to her elbows to support her body -- and in swift move John removed both his cock and fingers. She felt him probe her ass again, but his fingers seemed to have trouble gaining entry. Suddenly his cock broke through the grip of her sphincter muscles. She screamed.

Barry clamped a hand across Brenda's mouth.

"Shut up you silly bitch; or we'll have people knocking on the door." He laughed, "Then we might have to share you!"

The pain caused her orgasm to be put on hold, particularly when he spanked her cheeks hard, but as this caused her anal muscles to relax and the prick in her ass became more lubricated, the hurting receded.

To her disgust, she actually began to enjoy what he was doing to her and before long the telltale signs of approaching orgasm began again. She couldn't believe that it would be possible to have a climax from being fucked there.

The warmth that spread through her insides was prompted by the spurts from the end of John's cock, but her body took over from then and she grunted like an animal in response.

Before she could move, another stick of flesh, fatter than before was forcing its way up her anal passage. She looked over her shoulder at Barry.

"Again? Don't you guys ever tire?"

"Not with a horny little slut like you to keep us amused all night."

*****

When Barry had shot his load into Brenda, both men took a break. They grabbed a couple of beers from the courtesy fridge and offered one to her. She took a few sips and then said, "I think I need to take a shower."

"Good idea," said John. "We'll come and watch."

She was about to object, but realised that there wouldn't be any point. The trouble was that she needed to urinate badly and couldn't wait. They followed her into the bathroom, leaving the door open. She lifted the lid and sat down. A steady stream of pee began to flow.

"Hey, open your legs and let us see," said one of the men.

She hoped that she wouldn't have to endure this most personal invasion for very long, but the champagne had made her bladder full. Finally, the last drops squirted out into the pan and she reached for some toilet tissue to wipe herself.

"Why don't you show us how you play with yourself?"

Brenda opened her mouth to deny that she ever touched herself down there, but she could tell that they wanted to see her do it. Already their cocks were beginning to swell. She slipped her hand down and stroked the tender (and slightly sore) flesh. The fleshy hood still tingled when she moved across it. The eroticism of performing this act in front of two (until recently) strangers brought her to a surprisingly swift climax.

Barry leaned into the shower and turned on the water. It was a walk in unit with a large overhead nozzle. She didn't care about her hair, but was glad that she had the foresight to wear waterproof makeup. She walked under the warm spray and began washing away the remains of their sexual antics. Barry and John joined her and they all began giggling as she soaped them and they responded in kind.

She felt refreshed and re-energised when she emerged from the bathroom, but she wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next. In her fantasies about allowing herself to be 'picked-up', she had only ever gotten as far as the bed. She looked over her shoulder at the two men following her; they both had grins on their faces and by the size of their dicks were clearly raring to go again. She couldn't believe it. She was feeling mildly sore, particularly in her bottom, but she had never experienced such excitement before. She may never have this opportunity again. She simply had to go along with it.

Brenda turned to face John and Barry and struck an erotic pose, hands on hips.

"Well? What did you want to do now?"

They looked at each other and their grins widened. "How do you fancy a bit of DP?" asked Barry.

"Oh, OK then. What's DP?"

Barry looked at John again and they both started guffawing. John eventually managed to say, "Perhaps we'd better show you."

Taking her hand, John led Brenda over to the bed and jumped onto it. He pulled her towards him and told her, "Hop on, you gorgeous little tart."

Brenda knelt on the duvet, placed her hands either side of John's head and swung her left leg across his body. He held his cock up as she lowered herself down onto it. Although she had washed her private parts while in the shower, her vaginal passage was still well lubricated -- and the tunnel gaped. There was very little resistance as she bottomed out. Slowly she began to rise and fall on the long shaft.

Barry climbed onto the bed behind Brenda and then pushed her shoulders forwards. It didn't feel as good in this position, but she continued the movement -- until she felt the head of Barry's dick nudging between her ass cheeks. She stopped moving and looked behind as the longer of the two cocks forced its way up her anus. The entry here wasn't as smooth as it was in her pussy, but the muscles relaxed after a few thrusts.

Brenda no longer had to make any movements herself; as Barry slapped his thighs into her cheeks she naturally moved up and down on John's prick, her breasts swinging in time.

"Oh, fuck! That feels so good. I'm completely filled up. I never knew it could be like this. Oh, I think I'm coming again! Ahhh!"

Her mouth clamped shut as she strained, her whole body urging the coming climax to arrive. The trembling began and her whole body oscillated with the pleasure. It seemed to go on forever and only started to subside as her two lovers reached their own orgasm.

Finally sated, the group fell apart and collapsed onto the bed where they all dozed off.

It was perhaps 6am when Brenda began to stir. Barry had gone back to his own room leaving his friend John on the bed next to the gently snoring woman. She got up and went to the bathroom to shower. When she returned, John was sitting up.

"I'd better get dressed and go. I still need to prepare some work for my students for tomorrow."

"Can't you spare five more minutes?"

"Why?" she asked, although she had an idea, judging by the semi-erection he was sporting.

"Come here and I'll show you."

John swung his legs around and placed his feet on the floor. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her forward. She had to part her knees in order to stand either side of his legs. His head dipped down and she felt -- for the very first time -- the roughness of a tongue slithering along her pussy lips. When it touched her clitoris it tickled deliciously.

Brenda threw her head back and groaned.

"Why didn't my husband do this to me? Maybe I would have sucked on his little pencil of a dick if he had. Maybe things would have been different," she thought.

She opened her legs wider, allowing him better access to her labia. In response he dipped his tongue into the inviting warmth. Brenda grabbed hold of his hair and moaned, "Oh, you do that so well. I just love what your tongue is doing to me."

John stopped and said, "Come on then my little slut. I knew I could stop you going. Get on the bed and spread your legs wide."

Brenda did as she was told. He was right; she must be turning into a whore because all she wanted right now was his cock. But he made her wait; going down on her with his mouth again. With her legs so far apart he was able to use his fingers while his tongue and lips concentrated on her clitoris. Her back arched raising her ass off of the bed as she came. She had long since lost count of just how many orgasms she had experienced in the last twelve hours. It was probably more than in the last twelve years.

John kissed all the way up her body until he reached her lips and while his tongue invaded her mouth, his penis slipped into her pussy. He stroked long and hard. He kept going for a long time and only let go when Brenda was ready to topple over the edge again.

*****

Brenda left the hotel tired and more than a little sore from her evening. She had never realised that sex could be so good, or that a partner was capable of satisfying her over and over again. Indeed, she hadn't realised her own capacity for orgasms.

She found it difficult to concentrate on the work that she had to prepare for the next day. Her mind kept wandering, wondering, would she ever experience anything like this ever again?

To be continued...