Sara Gets What She Wants

I stiffened. It was the first time I'd touched another dick, and I didn't expect it to be like this. His head was hard and hot as she rubbed our slits together, our pre-cum mixing, and her tongue flicked between them, lapping it up. She tried to suck both of our heads at once, though she couldn't fit them both in her mouth. Then she rubbed the sides of our cocks together. We both instinctually turned inwards, shifting our hips toward each other, so she could rub the fronts of our dicks against each other. His cock felt smooth and warm against mine, pulsing slightly to his heartbeat.

The more I looked at our cocks rubbing together, the more turned on I got. I wasn't worrying about specifics, anymore. I looked at his cock and I wanted to suck it. It was that simple -- though of course, it also wasn't that simple at all.

Sara read my mind. She met my eyes, shifted a little bit towards Josh, and patted the ground next to her. "Get down here," she said. The order I'd been waiting for. "Suck this cock with me."

Everything was a blur. Suddenly I was on my knees, staring up at a dick, watching my girlfriend's crimson fingernails stroking up and down it. Then she stopped, holding it pointing straight up, giving me a look at his cock from the front.

I'd only really seen mine from above, obviously. It was strange to see the other side -- like looking at the far side of the moon. My heart hammered as I looked up and down his cock, just inches from my face. I had wondered if, in this exact moment, when fantasy was about to become reality, I would be disgusted.

My rock hard dick put that worry to rest.

Sara gave his cock one last suck. Then she wrapped the fingers of her left hand around the base of his dick, and curled her other hand behind my head, pulling me closer to him. "You're going to do this like I tell you," she whispered in my ear. "Don't get ahead of yourself." I nodded. I felt a little uncomfortable being submissive in front of someone else, but I was too far gone to care now.

"Stick out your tongue and run it up his dick," Sara said.

I let my tongue push through my lips, leaned forward, and touched him for the first time. The base of his dick was smooth and tasted a little salty. He stiffened, his cock pulsing slightly against my tongue, and I let it slowly drag up his length. He groaned in pleasure when I brushed against that sensitive spot, just below the head, and I liked hearing it. I stayed there for a moment, letting my tongue swirl around it, like I was licking Sara's clit. Then, finally, I brought my tongue up the rest of the way, gently and uncertainly probing at his slit. I tasted the sharp saltiness of his precum.

"Good boy," Sara whispered. "Now take just the head in your mouth and move your tongue around it in a circle."

I opened my mouth, and his soft spongy head slipped between my lips. I was careful to try to avoid scraping it with my teeth, and relished the feeling of the ridge of his head against the roof of my mouth; then I moved a little, so his head was centered in my mouth, and slowly dragged my tongue around its edges in a circle. Josh groaned.

I looked into Sara's eyes. They had that hungry look in them. She smiled and pushed gently against the back of my head. I let his length travel deeper into my mouth, bumps and veins sliding over my lips, until his head found the back of my throat and I gagged a little.

"Are you sure this is your first time sucking dick?" Josh asked.

"He's practiced on me a lot," Sara said, pulling my head up by my hair until just his cockhead was in my mouth. Instinctively I tongued his slit, a little harder this time, and was rewarded with a bead of precum.

"You look so hot sucking cock for me," she whispered in my ear. Then she pushed my head back down, and we fell into a rhythm, my mouth traveling up and down his cock, feeling his length running along my tongue, as she pushed my head up and down on him.

"Now," she said, "take his head in your mouth and jerk him while you suck him."

That was the part of her technique that I loved best, and that I'd simulated many times on her strap-on. It felt so natural to slide my mouth up his cock, until about half of it was in my mouth, and suck lightly on his head while my tongue stroked up and down the sensitive front of his dick and my hand, clenching around his throbbing base, started to jerk him.

I loved it. It wasn't so much the taste -- pussy had a lot more taste -- but the feeling, the texture, something warm and hard and alive filling my mouth. He groaned as I stroked him, his cock jumping in my mouth as more slippery pre-cum bathed my tongue.

Sara got up, stepping behind me and pulling my pants all the way off my ankles. Now I was completely naked from the waist down, on my knees sucking cock in our living room. She pushed me forward a bit, so that my back arched slightly in the air. The angle was harder on his cock; I couldn't go up and down as much with my mouth, and had to use my hand more. But I soon realized why she did it.

She knelt down behind me and I felt her hot tongue slide along my asshole. I loved her eating my ass; besides cumming while her dick rubbed my prostate, it was my favorite feeling. I'd seen her eat more than a few pussies, and she ate my ass like a pussy, spreading my cheeks wide with both hands and gliding her tongue up and down my crack and my sensitive hole, then slipping her agile tongue into my ring.

It felt so good. Josh pushed his cock into my mouth; I'd been so focused on her eating my ass that I neglected him. I sucked him greedily, my hand pumping faster along his shaft. Sara's tongue was putting me into heat. I felt a growing desire in my belly, a desire to make this cock cum, to feel it all over my tongue and swallow it down my throat.

Sara slipped two fingers at once into my spit-slicked hole, stretching me. I moaned like a bitch around his pole in my mouth. "Such a good cocksucker," she said, biting my ass cheek roughly. "You love sucking that dick while I finger your ass, don't you?"

I let his cock pop out of my mouth. "I love it," I admitted, pushing my ass back against her fingers.

For the first time, he grabbed my head, pushing his cock back into my mouth. I wasn't sure how I felt about it -- I liked her hand on my head, not his -- but I accepted his dick anyway. I gagged and drooled, my jaw aching as I stretched it to keep my teeth clear of him.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" he asked, his breath ragged.

I was about to say yes -- I wanted it so bad -- but Sara pulled her fingers out of my ass and said: "No! Not yet. I still have a few plans. Get up, babe." Hesitantly, I took my mouth off his cock and stood up, my legs and knees a little shaky.

She kissed me, hard, her mouth hot and wet on mine as her tongue slid into my mouth, tasting his precum on my tongue. "I'm going to ride his cock, okay?" she said when our mouths broke free.

"Okay," I said.

"Go get the plug and put it in," she murmured, kissing my ear. Then she turned to face him, pulling off her shirt and pants, revealing her slender but curvy body. Her skin was flushed, her pink nipples hard, her ass beckoning me. I watched her as she straddled him on the couch, taking his cock -- still wet with my spit -- and guiding it into her pussy. She sighed in pleasure as she sank down to his balls.

I watched them for a few moments, the way her ass bobbed up and down as she rode his dick, her hands pressed against his chest. Then, obediently, I tore myself away just long enough to get into the bedroom. I grabbed some lube and the plug, laid down on the bed, and relaxed as I lubed the plug up and slid it into my ass. Despite Sara's fingering, my hole was tight, and I had to take a few moments to breathe out and relax before the plug slid past the resistance and popped inside me. I turned on the vibration, sighing as it began to pulse in my ass, and then rejoined them in the living room.

They were where I left them, Sara roughly riding his cock, her eyes closed and her head turned back, her hair wild behind her. When we fucked like that, she always looked down at me, kissing and biting me; in some small way, it made me happy that she wasn't doing the same with him.

"Come over here and eat my ass," she moaned between thrusts.

I walked over -- a bit gingerly, due to the plug -- and sank to my knees in front of the couch again, watching his cock slide into her from up close as she rode him. The smell of her sex drew me in. I spread her cheeks and buried my face in between them, licking hungrily at her asshole. I loved eating her ass, the way she moaned and reacted to it, flinging her head back and riding him harder.

Josh started fucking back up into her, his balls brushing against my chin. I hadn't really noticed them yet. They were smaller than mine, clean shaven, his sack wrinkled and tight from the excitement of fucking Sara. My tongue slid out of her crack, across her perineum, down the base of his thrusting shaft and then over his balls. I was cautious, licking gently, tonguing the line of skin in the middle; my balls had been sucked roughly too many times for me to attempt it yet. He groaned in appreciation. While Sara rode him, her wet asshole pressed against my nose, and I breathed her in.

"I'm almost there," Sara moaned. She didn't usually cum so fast; she really must have been finding the whole experience as hot as I was. She grabbed my head, pressing it roughly against her ass and his balls, and rode his cock while her legs shook and she moaned, louder and louder. Finally she cried out and pushed herself all the way down on him, shuddering as she came.

I returned my tongue to her asshole, licking her gently while she came down from her orgasmic high. Then, regretfully, she pulled herself off his cock and rolled onto the couch beside him. I took him in my mouth again, tasting her. She lay there for a few moments, her legs draped across his lap, panting as she caught her breath, watching me suck his cock the whole time with a lazy smile on her face.

Then she pulled herself up on the couch, so that her soft feet were in his lap, and wordlessly took his cock from my mouth with them, holding him between the top of one foot and the sole of the other and stroking gently, up and down. I leaned forward, sucking his head as her feet jerked his cock slowly into my mouth, letting my tongue wander across the top of her foot to suck each painted toe gently into my mouth, circle it once, and move onto the next. Then I moved down to his balls, very gently sucking one into my mouth and running over it with my tongue. It felt heavy; I imagined those balls emptying in my mouth. I grabbed my cock, neglected since Sara had stopped sucking it. I was so hard, and had left a puddle of pre-cum on the floor.

"I'm getting close," Josh sighed.

"As much as I'd love to make you cum in his mouth," Sara said, "I'd rather you came in his ass."

That sent a jolt of excitement through me. Instinctively I squeezed around the plug in my ass, pulling just a little deeper into me.

"That sounds good," Josh said, looking at me. "Are you ready?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded.

"Let's go in the bedroom," Sara said. She stood up from the couch, shakily, and lead me by the hand. Josh followed. She laid me down on the bed and took my aching cock in her mouth again as she tugged gently on the base of the plug. I clenched against it, enjoying that feeling of resistance, then let her pop it free and leave me open.

Josh watched hungrily as she got the lube, greasing up my hole and sliding three fingers into it, then four. "Are you ready?" She asked me, meeting my eyes. I swallowed and nodded.

She rolled over, lying down next to me on the bed, and beckoned him over. My breath caught in my throat. I'd been waiting longer for this than I ever realized. I felt a hunger, a need inside me, like when I was about to cum from Sara fucking me without touching my cock at all. I wanted it.

I moved down to the edge of the bed. Josh came over to me, standing, and spread a generous dollop of lube across his cock. I lifted my legs up and he took a step forward, letting my ankles fall on his shoulders. It was really going to happen.

He pulled me a little further down, so that my ass was hanging just off the edge of the bed. Then I felt it -- something warm and slippery, rubbing against my hole, almost like a tongue. But it was his cockhead, teasing my hole. Sara grabbed my hand, and sat up a bit, arching her back so she could clearly see his cock enter me. Her other hand rubbed against her pussy.

Finally, he pushed forward, ever so slowly. I was pretty prepared, and he wasn't too thick (the strap-on was actually thicker), but my asshole still resisted for just a moment; then it gave way, and I sighed as his head stretched my ring and slid inside me, his length pushing into me. I was electrified, transfixed; every nerve in my asshole was alive with the sensation of his warm, slippery hardness pushing into it; I was so horny that I took his whole length with ease, inch after inch slowly plunging into me until I felt his balls against me.

"Ohhh," he sighed. "Your ass is so tight."

"You're doing it, babe," Sara said, almost in a whisper. "You're taking a real cock for me."

"Fuck," was all I could really manage. I squeezed my ring around him, as hard as I could, eliciting a grunt. Then, slowly, he started to fuck me. His hips pulled back, leaving an aching emptiness, then surged forward to bury his length inside me, stretching me out and hitting that spot that sent tingles up and down my spine.

It was a familiar feeling, in a way -- my hole being stretched by a cock -- but altogether different, every sensation turned up to ten, not a plastic cock but a warm, living, throbbing, bareback length sliding in and out of me, twitching as he clenched his muscles.

Sara kissed my ear. "You like that, don't you, my little slut? You love that cock in your ass, filling you up. You want him to empty his balls inside you."

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Say it," she said, her fingers twisting in my hair. "Say you're my little cockslut."

"I'm your little cockslut," I panted. I tried to time it so I squeezed around his cock as he pulled out, then relaxed as he pushed in. It was hard, but felt so good to tighten around him and resist, feel every vein of his cock sliding past my ring.

Josh was fucking me harder now, panting from exertion. A warmth was spreading out from my belly. I leaned back and closed my eyes; Sara's lips brushed across mine as her hand found my throbbing cock, spreading lube on it, and began to slide up and down in time to Josh's thrusts. I had never felt anything so exquisite in my life.

"I'm not going to last long," Josh warned.

"Cum in his ass," Sara moaned. Her other hand was a blur on her clit.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. "Cum in me."

He groaned, grabbing my ankles and fucking into me with an animalistic desire, a raw urgent need to fill me with his seed. His balls slapped against me, and then he buried himself in me one last time and groaned, his cock twitching as he came in me.

I couldn't really feel the cum, but I felt the throbs of his cock as each pump from his balls deposited more of his load inside me. He kept fucking his cum deeper into me, slower now, but he stayed hard. It was too much to bear. The thought of his warm cum inside my hole, the feeling of his cock stretching me while Sara jerked me and kissed my neck -- it was too much. I moaned, clenching my asshole hard around his dick as I spasmed and came, a warm jet hitting my own face and mouth, painting my lips, more ropes falling across my chest and stomach.

He fucked me through my orgasm, slowing down as the waves subsided and then finally pulling his softening cock from my hole, which felt aching and empty without it. A warm wetness dripped down my hole and onto the bed. I lay there, panting, turning to kiss Sara while she shuddered through another orgasm of her own besides me. Then we laid together in silence, staring up at the ceiling, completely satisfied.

It was awkward, now, him being there. After we fucked we would usually cuddle, enjoy the afterglow together in relative silence, perhaps murmur this or that. Reading the room, he cleared his throat. "I'll clean myself up and be right back," he said.

"Okay," Sara said.

When he left the room, she kissed me, a long and soft kiss. "How was it?" She whispered.

"It was great," I murmured. "I can't really describe it, but... it was great. Thank you for doing this with me."

"Thank you," she said. "I loved it. We'll have to do it again." She sat up, stretching out her back, and then grinned. "I already have so many ideas."