Catherine and Charles (and Nick!)

The most vivid part of her fantasy fulfilled, Catherine floated in her ecstasy, wanting more of the two men. Charles eased his fingers from her tight but now sloppy pussy, moving up further on the couch. With his lips close to her ear, he whispered to her, "Tell Nick how you taste, Lover," while offering his wet fingers to Catherine's eager mouth.

Her soft moan seemed an invitation to Nick, who slid off the couch to kneel on the floor before Catherine. Wasting no time, he put one of her legs over each of his shoulders and dove right in. His tongue lapped eagerly at her sweet juices, feverishly covering her vulva with a series of licks. His approach was much more aggressive than the gentler oral sex that had become her pattern with Charles, and she responded eagerly to the change of pace.

Meanwhile, Charles kept busy with the mental part of the sensual 'assault'. Catherine had a deeper, more profound orgasmic experience when her brain was fully engaged. Knowing that words were the pathway to that full release, Charles spoke to her. "This is what you imagined, Lover, the complete attention of two lusty men, intent upon pleasuring you." Catherine could only whimper weakly in response. But her back arched again, offering her right breast to his large, soft hand as he nuzzled her neck and shoulder, the lovers staying connected while her new playmate was busy below.

And busy he was. Catherine's hips had started moving as her pleasure deepened. Nick inserted his large index finger into her pussy, which tightened around the welcome intruder. For the first time he experienced the strength of her pelvic muscles, and immediately understood the treat he might find later. For now, though, he concentrated on the writhing, needy pussy in his face. Nick licked and sucked noisily, while at the same time aggressively fucking Catherine with his finger. She was close to cumming, horizontal by now, her legs stiffening over Nick's shoulders with her head cradled in Charles's lap. His left hand held her up to his mouth and his pistoning right hand. "Please...Please," moaned Catherine all thinking now past, focused only on reaching her peak

"Cum for us, Catherine. Cum now!" whispered Charles as he twisted her nipples, giving her both the permission and extra push that she needed to get over the top.

"Oh...oh...oh my god," she exclaimed as her hips continued their rotation, her legs squeezing Nick's head as he sucked her clit and, now more slowly, massaged her pussy. Soon she was finished, slumping back into Charles's arms while Nick untangled himself from her clinging legs. Joining the others on the couch, to Catherine's left, he gently kissed her, allowing her again to taste the results of her pleasure.

There were smiles all around as the three playmates recognized the early success of this adventure. Those changed to wide grins as Catherine said with a wink, "Boys, I'm going to freshen up. I'll see you in the bedroom."

Catherine was ecstatic. Eighteen months after meeting Charles, following countless phone calls, a dozen *visits* and hundreds of hours of chat, her long-held fantasy of playing with, being pleasured by, two energetic men was being realized. She had confessed her mfm fantasy to Charles during the eight hours of their first visit. Now it had become so very real, and was everything she had hoped.

Yet she was still unsure how far it might go... how far she would let it go. Catherine had imagined, graphically and often, the consuming attention of two men focused only on her. She had brought herself to orgasm frequently with that vision of two hungry mouths, hot and wet, driving her wild by sucking and nibbling on her erect, sensitive nipples. That much had been happily and fully achieved.

Yet she had also let her imagination glimpse other possibilities, the steps beyond kissing, petting and stroking. Catherine had seen, actually studied, some online videos of threesomes. Charles had teased her during one of their previous visits by showing her an instructional MFM video. All of this flowed through her mind as she prepared herself for the next step, and confidently walked from the powder room to the bedroom. She wanted to literally be between the two men—with one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. The thought made her tingle with anticipation and desire.

There she found Nick on the bed, his back against the headboard. Charles was standing at the foot of the bed, chatting with this evening's partner, when he turned to view Catherine's arrival. She looked stunning with brushed hair, newly-applied red lipstick, and the warm glow that follows a terrific orgasm.

Charles stopped her with a kiss, at once tender and passionate. "Let's lose the nightgown, Lover," he intoned as he pulled the black satin nightgown over her head. Nick had removed his trousers before taking his position on the bed, a fact quickly clear to Catherine. In the low light of the single corner lamp, she crawled toward her new friend, a feline on the prowl, ready to devour her prey. Reaching him she placed a hand on each of his thighs, straining to reach his inviting lips.

The grin Nick was wearing as Catherine entered the room soon became a serious look of anticipation. His bright blue eyes darkened when she approached. His long arms wrapped around her as she sought the heat of his mouth. Her passion ignited the kiss. Lips mashed against each other. Her tongue snaked easily through his open teeth, searching his depths, communicating her gratitude for Nick's earlier attention and her desire to take this party to the next level.

His reaction was immediately evident to Catherine, his hard cock pressing into her soft stomach. Yet she took her time tasting this new playmate, rekindling the flames that burned so brightly on the couch. The heat rose even further when she lifted her hand to his left nipple, squeezing gently at first, then more forcefully as she felt his welcoming response. But Catherine could no longer ignore the hard cock beneath her, sliding her hand down his smooth chest, past his tight abs, and under the elastic at the top of his briefs.

For the first time she felt Nick's cock directly, its skin a soft covering of the rigid hardness. The velvety head was moist with precum, which she smeared all over its top. Though the kissing was so essential to her arousal, Catherine could no longer wait to taste him. Trailing kisses down his broad chest, stealing a sharp bite of his left nipple on the way by, she scooted back on the bed. With both hands tugging at his briefs, and his eager help lifting himself from the sheets, Nick was soon naked before her.

Catherine wasn't sure how she came to her great love of giving oral sex. But there was no doubt that it was thrilling for her. She felt powerful, in control. The fact that she could deliver such pleasure in itself was intoxicating. Yet it was more. She loved the presence of a cock in her mouth. Even a finger there was exciting for her. A hard cock, though, seeping with a slippery taste of 'him', sliding against her hungry tongue, pressing against her inner cheek, and filling her throat – Well, that was something else again.

She knew the pleasure she received from abandoning herself to the effort. Taking more and more of a cock inside, coming ever closer to 'his' soft curls, embracing the musky scent, even gagging as she took it fully, was a process Catherine craved. She had learned that her passion and talents were rare, which made her all the more eager to share them in special moments. Nick was about to learn just how wonderful a hot, enthusiastic, focused blowjob could be.

Now 'eye-to-eye' with Nick's hard cock, Catherine had a decision to make. Should she go for the 'kill', or stretch out the experience? Her preference always was for the latter, so despite Nick's eager, aggressive assault upon her senses earlier, Catherine knew that she needed to savor this moment.

Pointing his cock to the ceiling, she licked its base before dropping her moist tongue to his heavy, nicely-trimmed sac. Catherine wasted no time in taking one of Nick's balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue all around, sucking gently, and then applying the same treatment to the other. Nick moaned his approval, completely enjoying the feel of this new experience. Charles simply took it all in, comfortable with this next stage in the fulfillment of Catherine's dream.

She had learned that busy hands multiplied the sensations of a blowjob, but that slickness was key. So she began using her tongue to coat his cock with saliva. Catherine held Nick's balls with her left hand, softly squeezing, while her right was assisting her tongue with his hard shaft. Up and down, around and around, her tongue and hand spread the slick moisture over Nick's tense skin.

Soon it was time for a taste. With her fist gliding in a spiraling motion up and down his shaft, Catherine took the mushroom head between her hungry lips. Her tongue scooped up Nick's precum, savoring the salty taste, before inching down his cock. Again and again her mouth moved up and down, each time taking a bit more of his thick manhood, all the while her twisting hand alternately met her lips before returning to the cock's base.

"That's incredible, Catherine", panted Nick, lifting his hips to encourage deeper penetration while absorbing her head's motion with his hands in her soft hair.

Charles had waited long enough. The scene before him was fascinating, but he now needed to get involved. He had wondered how he would react when the moment arrived. Would he be jealous? Aroused? Nervous? Aroused won out as he watched his passionate lover pleasure another man, and he moved to join the couple on the bed, kneeling behind Catherine's upturned, inviting bottom before sliding into her dripping pussy. Her now energetic attention to Nick required Charles to grasp her hips for control as he watched her head bobbing in front of her new playmate.

"How decadent, how wholly sexual is it to be taken by two men at once," Catherine thought to herself. There's no other reason for such an act except to embrace pure, raw lust. Catherine caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirrored closet doors. Nick's cock was buried in her throat—his hands fisting in her hair—pressing her down on his raging hard-on. Kneeling, her pussy was dripping her excitement as Charles thrust his cock deeply into her from behind. She caught glimpses of herself—between the two men. As she would raise up off Nick's cock and Charles would retreat, she had milliseconds to take in her appearance—mussed hair, smeared lips, wild eyes—a woman completely abandoning herself to the men's need to push her to new heights of pleasure.

Each thrust by Charles pushed her forward and down on to Nick's cock. The result was a rather energetic and forceful deepthroated blow job. She had to gasp for air as his hard heat offered the delicious kind of abuse her throat craved. Soft gagging was audible as Nick's cock thrust deeply enough to trigger her gag-reflex. Charles knew from experience that this was the moment to slam into her with as much force as he thought she could take. He knew there was something compelling for Catherine—something primal triggered by a hard cock gently gagging her—making her gasp for air—making saliva and pre-cum ooze past her lips—making her deliciously messy. He was only too happy to oblige, holding her hips as he thrust his throbbing cock deep and fast into his lover while she kneeled over Nick.

It was too much for Charles. Catherine's earlier explosive orgasms played through his mind as he watched and felt the scene before Nick. The exquisite torture she was now meting out, deepthroating him as she stretched out the sensations with her twisting and tugging hands, was overwhelming. The vision of her fevered motion, with Charles behind, thrusting the three of them together, added to his ecstasy. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming," Nick cried, holding Catherine's head still around his spurting cock.

Nick's orgasm triggered hers. The feeling of his thick, creamy spunk blasting against her throat, spilling from the corners of her mouth with its volume, took her over the edge. Catherine was fulfilled in Nick's pleasure. That her warm and willing mouth could take him to those heights thrilled her. Coupling that with the wickedness of the whole scene was immeasurably satisfying.

None if this was lost on Charles. His thrusts had become more energetic as he watched the scene before him. For more leverage and height he lifted his left leg, and placed that foot on the rumpled sheet. Now able to see Catherine's vigorous bobbing on Nick, moving fluidly with her as he stroked in and out, their timing controlled by the interaction, he was on the verge of climax. When Catherine succumbed, Charles had no choice. Her clenching pussy, arched back, and long moan of ecstasy were more than he could take. His spasms seemed to go on forever as he continued his stroking, slowing as he emptied himself into her, but wishing it would never end.

They collapsed in a heap - Catherine against Nick, Charles over Catherine, all trying to catch their breaths. Catherine was completely satisfied, not just with her shattering orgasm, but with the powerful knowledge of successfully making love to two strong men. She had experienced her fantasy of giving herself freely to them, and in turn reveled in the thrilling moment of their ultimate release.

In that moment she had learned that it was not enough to feel those two hot mouths on her needy nipples. It was not enough to be brought to searing heights by two skillful and passionate men. She wanted, needed, to be the instrument of their satisfaction as well. To be in the center, enjoying both and simultaneously pleasuring both, went beyond her imagination. Catherine was in new territory now, and loved every minute of it.

Catherine recovered enough to drag herself from the bed, leaning into Charles as she passed and kissing him softly on the cheek. She wasn't sure how he would react to any leftover 'taste' of Nick, and had no interest in raising a question. These two very straight men were playing well together, never losing sight of their focus on her. She didn't want to risk any change in that focus, she thought as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

"You are a very lucky man," Nick said when the two were alone.

"I knew Catherine would be energized," Charles replied. "But she is in a very special place tonight. Fun, isn't it?"

"I was hoping from our early conversations she would be passionate. It's beyond that. She seems hungry for pleasure. Is it always this way?" Nick asked.

Catherine interrupted the conversation with her return. Her eyes wide, she looked up at Charles. "Thank you, Lover. This is so much better than my fantasy." She kissed him hard on the lips, molding her tight body into his, feeling his soft hair as she pulled him completely into her wet kiss.

Nick slipped away to give them a moment. "It's always different," he thought, remembering the various times he had been with a couple. "This is the best way, though. When a committed couple seeks a third for frolic, it seems to strengthen their connection instead of weakening it." The fleeting thought made him happy.

Nick became even happier when he came back, and Charles left to take his turn in the facilities. Sitting on the end of the bed, Catherine beckoned to Nick, who sat beside her. He wrapped his long arms around her, and they shared a kiss, more warm than passionate, yet nonetheless satisfying. They both enjoyed the brief moment just to themselves, and found themselves stretching out along the foot of the bed.

They were still there when Charles returned, though by then the kissing had become more intense. Nick had discovered Catherine's slight submissive streak as he lay atop her and gripped her wrists in his strong hands, their arms fully-extended. She moaned deeply into their hot kiss and shifted beneath him, letting him know with certainty that he had flipped a secret switch.

A moment of doubt caused Charles to pause, uncertain if he should interrupt with his presence. But Catherine beckoned him with her eyes as he moved toward the pillows and leaned back against the headboard. In a blink she was kneeling before him, reaching for his lengthening cock. "I've wanted this all night, Charles. Sit back and enjoy."

It was a source of pride to Catherine that she had learned to take Charles fully in her throat. With regular 'practice' she could start with his stiff cock and almost immediately engulf his full length. But there was something special about taking it from the beginning, especially when he had previously come and she could draw out his pleasure almost to the point of exquisite torture.

Catherine loved the velvety feel of his cock's plump head against her tongue, which turned a slow circle around its ridge. As it grew in girth the crown became more pronounced, with a prominent ridge protecting the sensitive flesh below. It thrilled her to drag the soft flat of her wet tongue over this skin, massaging the head before finding his tiny hole with her pointed tip. She couldn't imagine being any more aroused but taking Charles in her mouth, in the presence of another man, made her pussy tingle and gush with fresh juice.

Charles adjusted the pillows behind his back, lifting his hips toward her eager mouth. "That feels so good, Catherine," he breathed. But he knew it would get better. He relished the feeling of her soft lips caressing his hard cock. The motion of her hands, in complete synchrony with her sensual sucking, always sent him to a special place. But when she looked up, looked deeply and longingly into his blue eyes, with a long string of saliva mixed with his precum stretching from her mouth to his cock head, he always succumbed. At that point he fell into a place where senses merged with imagination and he was lost to feelings.

By this time Nick needed to join in. Catherine was on her knees, her swaying ass high, taking some of her weight on a straightened left arm while her soft mouth and twisting right hand brought so much pleasure to Charles. So focused was she on her sloppy task that she barely felt the weight shift as Nick knelt behind her. But she soon acknowledged his welcome presence as he pressed his condom-covered cock against her swollen, wet lips.

The challenge, thought Catherine, was going to be maintaining enough focus to fully pleasure Charles while another man was fucking her. It would be a fun challenge she was only too willing to accept.

Turning back to her left she licked her lips as she looked over her shoulder at Nick, encouraging him to move forward with her hungry eyes. When he entered her slick pussy, Catherine resumed her attention to Charles, but not before pausing to look at the three of them in the mirrored doors. She caught her breath in that moment, recognizing that this scene also would be etched in her memory, forever a glimpse of the night her fantasy had been realized.

Nick was stroking slowly, alternately driving Catherine onto the cock before her and then pulling her off. Her twisting hand continued to follow the path of her wet mouth, lubed by the copious amount of saliva she dripped on the taut skin. Soon there was a rhythm between Nick and Catherine, with Charles simply embracing the incredible sensations and seductive vision before him.

As the pace picked up so did the sounds of satisfaction. Catherine moaned her approval of Nick's energetic thrusting. Nick grunted with the effort of pulling her hips against him, before sliding her away. The slapping sounds of his thighs against her bottom, his swinging balls against her mons, filled the room. Charles kept repeating, "Just like that...just like that," to Catherine, though no one was listening.