The Event Horizon of Insanity

"Eat me," she said softly, and lifted her bottom up off the mattress.

I pushed aside the image of Mark sitting there watching us and concentrated on the menu placed before me. In position, as I lowered myself I kissed her left knee and then dragged my lips down the inside of that thigh, inhaling the strong scent of lust that poured out of her cunt. Her skin was smooth, slightly salty. I lay down on my front and placed my face directly over her crotch, and she tilted her pelvis up to afford me the best access.

I kissed her pussy, and she moaned with delight. She tasted strong, like bear meat, and she was already sopping wet. My tongue went inside her and I drank her tangy nectar. Her hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and she held my head right where it was. She needn't have bothered. I wasn't going anywhere for a while.

I began to lap at her cunt like a dog drinking water, long wide strokes that started in that soft plateau between her cunt and asshole, parting her pussy lips as it went, and ending with a playful flick over her clit. Each time she flinched, and then I settled down to sucking on her clit alone and she relaxed and moaned and wriggled her bottom in front of me.

I fully expected to feel Mark come up behind me and start doing whatever it was he had in mind. My asshole was no virgin, but had only experienced fingers and toys before, nothing else. I wasn't sure I was ready for anything else, but I could not allow my fear of penetration to ruin what I was doing. If it happened, it happened, and I'd deal with it then. For now, I was fully enjoying the flavors and textures of a marvelous, soft, delicious pussy.

Teri, still holding onto my hair, lifted my head up, and managed to spin herself over so her ass was now in my face. Words were unnecessary. I pulled my knees up to support myself, used my hands to part her delectable ass cheeks, and began to lick at her hole.

She giggled, and then moaned, and then giggled again. I played around her asshole a while with my tongue and then once slipped it just inside her. Her hips bucked, and I took it into my head to have my cock inside there before the night was over. Hell, if I was going to get buggered then why be the only one?

I grabbed her ass and lifted it up, placing her on her knees with her arms folded and her head resting on them. My hand guided my cock to her pussy, and when she made no indication of objecting, I slid the head inside.

She was tight, and warm, and oh so very wet. She pushed her hips up and took more of me inside, and so I leaned in and placed the full length of me in her. She made low, throaty sounds and I started to move back and forth, very casually, watching my cock vanish and then reappear with each stroke.

I could feel Mark's eyes behind me, watching, absorbing every second. Was he stroking himself, sitting in that chair? Was he even in the chair any longer? But I couldn't think about him for too long. What I was doing with Teri felt far too good to miss in consideration of him. I forgot about Mark altogether and focused my entire being on fucking his girlfriend.

Teri tilted her pelvis in time to my strokes, and once thus engaged she began to increase the speed and guided me to the level she wanted at the moment. Her satisfied cry when we reached that point told me all I needed to know, and I kept up the pace she had set.

That asshole of hers was tantalizingly there before me. I used the juices escaping her pussy to wet a finger and then placed that finger on her puckered opening. She laughed, and so I slid the finger inside her.

"Oh, yes," she said.

I moved that finger in opposition to my cock, so that when my cock was coming out of her my finger was going in. She seemed to like that, and soon moved a hand back to play with her clit. She was getting close.

As was I. Fire began to build up in my balls, and the muscles that would release my cum begged for permission. I moved faster, taking her deeper each time, and she started to chant, "Yes! Yes!" with each stroke. When I saw her back muscles tense I knew how close she was, and knowing I was giving this fine young woman an orgasm I could no longer hold back my own.

Our timing was a bit off, as is to be expected with the first encounter. I stiffened and plunged myself inside her, feeling my cock gush what felt like gallons of cum into her. She pushed back against me and her cunt clenched my cock like she had a fist inside there, and she milked every drop from it. She cried out as her orgasm swept over her. Her hand on her clit moved furiously, and the knuckles jiggled my balls.

After a while we both relaxed, and I sat back on my heels, my limp dick falling free of her. I watched a river of my cum thinned with her juices pour out of her before she fell flat on the bed and rolled over to face me.

She had a wide grin, and I believe I did, too. I moved my legs out from under me and sat beside her, gently rubbing her belly with my hand. She touched my arm, and then slid that hand down to my lap where it encircled my cock and held it.

Mark got up and approached the bed. His robe was opened and apparently the effects of the beers had worn off because he had a massive erection jutting out before him, waving like a snake with each step.

"Not bad," he said as he stopped beside the bed.

Teri sat up and immediately took his cock in her mouth. Mark smiled at me, and as much as I tried to read his face I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking. I supposed I'd already passed the point where my foreknowledge of his intentions made any difference, and so I sat there with Teri slowly stroking my cock back into attention while she tried her very best to take all of him into her mouth.

He had me beat by at least two inches, and yet his was skinnier than mine. He was cut as well. His belly sported a humble six-pack, and his chest was narrow but firm. Not altogether unattractive, but then again I had never before taken the time to consider the attributes of another man.

My cock was nearly at full staff, and the way Teri tugged on it she let me know she wanted me to stand beside Mark, which I did. She then took turns sucking our cocks, her hands stroking whichever one was currently not being thus attended to.

I felt very odd standing next to Mark that way. Our shoulders were touching and I was overly aware of his closeness. Would he try to kiss me? I wasn't so sure I was ready for that. If he'd joined Teri on the bed to suck my dick, or even had me folded over the footboard to shove his cock up my ass I would have been less disturbed than I was thinking of his lips on mine. Kissing is so very intimate. Fucking is, well, just fucking.

He did not try. Instead, he too off his robe and moved Teri so she was on all fours, facing away from us, and he knelt up on the mattress and placed his cock inside her pussy in a manner I considered somewhat unceremonious. Perhaps by then he was beyond foreplay. Indeed, by then I suppose we all were.

"Fuck her mouth," he directed me, and I walked to the opposite side of the bed where Teri was already waiting with her jaws parted. I leaned my knees against the side of the mattress, and she engulfed me abruptly, adjusting her mouth to the rhythm of Mark's strokes behind her.

I looked across her back to Mark, who alternated watching what he was doing to her with watching me. His eyes looked glassy, like he was drunk, but I knew he wasn't. Perhaps mine looked the same. He had a hand on her ass and another on the small of her back. I wasn't sure what to do with mine, finding I had assumed a classic Superman posture with my hands on my hips. I must have looked ludicrous. I dropped one hand and placed the other on top of her head.

"Don't come yet," he advised me.

I wasn't even close, having just emptied my balls into her cunt, but his admonishment filled me with renewed concern as to why he wanted me to last. At that point I still had not resigned myself to having my first same-sex encounter, trying desperately to convince myself I was reading the signals all wrong and all Mark wanted was for the two of us to fuck Teri silly.

Things changed quickly.

Mark pulled out of her, and she released my cock from her mouth. Mark climbed on the bed and lay on his back, and Teri sat across his hips. His head was exactly where hers had been a few moments ago, although upside down, and he looked up at me while Teri slowly impaled herself on his cock and began riding him, like she was posting trot on a horse. I waited for him to say something, to give me some direction, some indication of what he wanted, but the look in his eyes said everything without him uttering a word. This, then was it.

I leaned over him, and while Teri leaned toward me to kiss my face I felt his lips encircle the head of my cock.

I could not see him, and so it was easy to imagine Teri and not Mark sucking my dick, or if not she then some other anonymous woman doing it, but I was temporarily able to ignore the fact that it was a man. The kiss ended, however, and Teri straightened up again to ride him a little faster, and I had no place else to hide. I watched Mark take almost my whole cock into his throat.

It felt pretty much the same as having a woman suck on me. A mouth, I suppose, is a mouth. But his approach was different, he was more masterful in the way he used his tongue, more direct in extracting from me what he wanted. In all, it was building up to be the best bj I'd ever had. Maybe what it took was someone who knew what the receiving end felt like.

Then again, it could have been the entire experience making an otherwise mundane encounter feel like a masterpiece. I gave up trying to analyze it and closed my eyes and enjoyed.

His mouth freed my cock, and I felt abandoned. I looked down at him and he smiled at me, licking his lips. "I saw you looking at her ass before," he said. "It's nice, isn't it?"

I said nothing. I didn't have to.

"You want to fuck that ass?" he asked me.

Again, no words from me were necessary.

Teri stopped moving on him and lifted off, and while he gathered himself up she went back on all fours, sticking that cute little ass up for me. Mark got off the bed entirely, and I climbed on behind Teri as she parted her legs for me.

"You may want some of this," Mark said, and held a tube of lubricant in front of me. I took a glob of it in my hand and applied it to Teri's asshole. She squirmed as I worked it in, and yelped appreciatively when I tested the path with a finger. She leaned her front down again, and lowered her entire body so I had to bend over her to put my cock at her hole. My loins against her hips, I slid my cock inside her ass.

Now, that was tight! And hot, and yet it felt so good I could not stop. I held myself inside her for a while and then slowly started pumping myself in and out. She moaned, and again reached a hand back to play with her pussy and clit.

And then I felt Mark's hand on my ass, the cold lubricant splattered along the cleft of my cheeks. The term 'time to pay the piper' came to mind. He had allowed me to fuck his girlfriend every way imaginable. I supposed it was due him to have me as well, any way he wanted.

I concentrated on fucking Teri's ass and tried to ignore what was happening to my own, but his first exploratory penetration with a finger sent shockwaves up my spine. I'd had girls finger my ass before, and one had donned a strap-on and punished me for what felt like an eternity that way, but this would be my first male let inside. All the prejudices and fears built up from childhood on collided with the part of my brain that wanted it to happen, struggling for control. The battle was short and decisive.

I relaxed, and when he felt that he took his finger out and I felt something much larger press against my asshole.

"Just do it," I said.

He slid inside me, and I was amazed at how easily I accommodated him. It felt hot, almost searing, and the pressure was immense. As if to distract me, Teri began to move her bottom in slow circles, giving my cock all new sensations being inside her. It worked. Before I knew it Mark was fucking my ass with vigor, and damn it all, I liked how it felt.

My orgasm wouldn't be denied for long. I pumped myself into her more quickly, and Mark adjusted to meet my speed. It was almost as if I were fucking my own ass. I heard his breathing behind me coming in short hot gasps and I knew he was close as well. Below me, Teri was bringing herself to another climax. Hearing her delighted squeals ripped away whatever pretense of control I had left, and as I felt my cum traverse the length of my cock I pulled out of her ass and watched as long stringy gobs of cum splattered up her back.

Mark pulled out of me as well, and I felt his cum hit my spine like buckshot. I could hear him pumping his cock by hand, squeezing every last drop out. Before me, Teri collapsed, exhausted and spent. I felt pretty much the same.

"Shower," Mark said, and the three of us walked (in Teri's case staggered) naked to the bathroom. Mark adjusted the water into a hot stream and Teri grabbed a stack of white towels from the pantry, placing them on the counter neat the sink.

Their shower was not built for three, so getting us all in there and moving about started to feel like a vertical game of Twister. Mark broke the soap into three pieces and passed them out, and instead of every man for themselves we took to washing each other. He did Teri, she did me, and I did Mark, which I suspect was preplanned.

I scrubbed his chest and back, and washing another man didn't feel as odd as I might have imagined it would, perhaps because this particular man had just had his dick up my ass. I washed his ass, and wondered what it would feel like to be up there, and then Teri asked me to squat down so she could shampoo my hair. I did, and while down there decided to go ahead and get it all over with.

I soaped up my hands and scrubbed Mark's cock, knowing full well where it had just been and wanting no traces of that behind, considering what I was about to do. His cock had a slight twist in it to one side, so at full erection it formed a slight corkscrew. His balls were tight against his body, a typical winter phenomena. He trimmed his pubes.

I could delay no longer by studying the esoterica of his anatomy and hygiene. I held his cock under the running water to rinse, and as Teri worked a mountain of suds into my scalp I parted my jaws and took Mark's cock into my mouth.

It felt huge, and I struggled not to gag. I could only get a few inches beyond the head inside without feeling it poke at the back of my throat. It was my first time, I hoped he understood.

The taste was nothing, having been freshly washed. I became aware of keeping my teeth away from him, knowing how painful a misplaced bicuspid can be. I used my tongue on him, and found that doing so allowed me to take more of him in. I started to pump my face over his cock, a little faster every time.

"Don't rush," he said from above me.

I wasn't, for his sake, but had to for my own. The shower water was pouring off our bodies and it felt like it was all concentrating on my face. As my mouth was occupied, I had to breathe through my nose and every third breath or so I took water up with the air. If I stayed like that I feared drowning more than anything else.

I placed a hand on his ass, to steady myself, and one on his balls, which had started to descend again. His hand had replaced Teri's atop my head, and he eventually stiffened his grip so that my head was no longer moving on him as much as he was moving on me. I stopped moving altogether and let him fuck my mouth.

"You don't have to take it all the way," he said.

I had no idea what to expect anyway, so I had already decided to keep him as long as I could. I heard his breath quicken, and peeked up to see his belly contracting as he struggled to hold back his climax. The water forced my eyes closed again and I waited.

But not for long.

My mouth was suddenly full. My reflex was to spit it all out again, but I forced myself to swallow. It was hot and thick and I felt strings dragging down my throat, but before I could even consider what was happening I was full again and swallowed this second mouthful, finding it a bit easier to take.

The taste was the hardest part to accept. It was strong, and salty, not like blood but most definitely the product of a powerful animal. Not altogether unpleasant, but it would take a while, I supposed, to get to the point where I might actually look forward to doing it again without some trepidation.

His limp dick fell out of my mouth and I used the shower water to rinse and spit a few times. I stood, and we all hugged and kissed, and by then the water was getting cold so we got out. Each dried off alone, and Mark said he needed another beer. Teri went to get it for him.

"Did you like?" he asked when we were alone.

I told him I wasn't sure. It was too soon to tell. I might wake up in the morning, horrified at what I'd done, and change my name and move to another state. I just didn't know.

"Well, if it helps any," he said, "you were terrific."

It was a compliment. I took it as such. Perspective may alter that view in the future (it hasn't yet, and that night was over a year ago) but for then I felt very good about myself, as I did whenever a new lover told me how nice being with me had been.

We slept together in their big bed, with fresh sheets and a thick down comforter. In the morning Teri made a hearty breakfast while Mark and I dug out our respective cars. The storm had dumped almost a foot of snow. The plows had cleared the streets and left sand and salt behind to help the sunlight finish the job. I could leave whenever I was ready.

We ate, and made small talk. It was as if the past night had never happened. But, really, what sense was there in rehashing everything we'd done? We'd all been there, we knew all the details.

As I tugged on my coat to leave, both Teri and Mark kissed me goodbye and told me to come back any time.

"I don't want this to be just a one-time thing," Mark told me. "But, that's all up to you."

And so it was. I put on my gloves.

"Pot roast tonight," Teri said, playing the temptress, and assuming that the way to a man's heart (or at least his dick) truly is through his stomach.

I looked at them both. More thoughts ran through my brain in the next few seconds than usually made the journey in a month. I was overloaded, totally incapable of making a decision at that point, and yet I heard myself say, "I'll pick up a bottle of wine."

Then I had decided. But there was more.

"And," I added authoritatively, "I get to pick the movie this time."

Mark smiled. Teri vanished back into the kitchen. I went home.

A quick change of clothes and a check for any messages left on the phone (there were none) and I was ready to leave again. I not only bought a bottle of red wine for the meal but an apple pie for desert. How much more American could we get, with pot roast and apple pie? And yet, what a different America it was turning out to be.

I drove back to their place.