Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 02

I complied with their request, and literally started pounding his ass.

By now, his whimpers had changed to cries of pleasure. Lynda was getting the show she wanted.

I couldn’t keep that pace up for long, of course, nor could he withstand such intense stimulation, I surmised. So, after a couple of minutes of that, I threw him my change-up, and started to vary my strokes, so that he would not be able to anticipate when the next one was coming; stopping for two or three seconds, then taking two or three quick thrusts, then stopping again. Slow, then fast.

When I pulled almost all the way out of him, Denny rolled and flipped back over to missionary position, which offered me yet another opportunity. I could just barely reach the head of his cock with my lips, and sucked it teasingly with Lynda, before once again barreling back into his ass. Having Lynda there while we fucked, with her going back and forth between us, kissing us and sucking him, and talking dirty, was so erotic. I had to keep slowing down to keep from going over the edge. But I could only go so long before I knew the ultimate surrender was just around the corner.

“Fuck Denny ... I am SO fucking close ...”

“No, No. Don’t cum yet, Mark. I want to fuck you BEFORE we cum, please.”

It was all I could do to stop, and NOT go over the edge. But somehow, I managed.

“Oh FUCK . . .” Denny panted, as I cautiously slipped out of his pulsating orifice. “I think if you’d kept going, I might have exploded too. I felt so close to cumming just from you pounding my ass! Man, that was some good fuck, Mark! I owe you one.”

“No time like the present,” our director interjected.

A small puddle of white cum had been milked from Denny’s prostate onto his stomach - maybe half a teaspoonful - and Lynda, the first to notice, pounced on it like a puma and licked it up before he disappeared briefly around the corner to freshen up.

I laid back right where Denny had been with my lower back raised up on a pillow, and just knew that I’d be taken care of. Sure enough, my Lynda used a damp facecloth to clean my dick thoroughly, then hiked up my legs and went to work on my ass.

“You’re wonderfully attentive, my love,” I praised.

“You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet, baby.”

Denny came around the corner, his conspicuous appendage - still semi erect - swaying proudly with each step.

“You are a beautiful sight to behold,” Lynda said, smiling at him.

Denny glowed back, and bowed, kissing her hand.

I sensed a strong attraction between them, and felt the same sort of attraction toward Denny myself. You just couldn’t help but to admire such a kind and gentle soul - with such a delicious body to go along with it.

I reached over and cupped his balls with my left hand; I so wanted to get beneath him again and take that cock into my mouth.

I was so preoccupied with him that I neglected to notice that my Lynda had inserted her dildo back in again, and I felt it rub up and down across my perineum. I looked down, and it appeared as if she actually did have a cock, albeit a slender purple one with a large bulbous head.

“I think we’ll move you down to the edge of the bed, so Denville can plunder your throat while I wail away at your ass,” our director informed us, with an “in no uncertain terms” tone evident in her voice.

With that, I obediently shifted back so that my head tilted over the edge of the bed. This way, when I opened my mouth, it was a nice straight path for that massive black cock right into my throat.

I do not think I would have trusted anyone else to do this - especially hung like that - other than Denny. I have to admit that the prospect of getting “DP’d” by two such loving creatures had me almost vibrating with anticipation.

Lynda started by tonguing my ass, getting me nice and wet. Denny joined in, adding his saliva to the mix, by taking my cock as deep as he could and letting the excess drool down to where Lynda was using her two fingers to push it all in and open me up.

Meanwhile, I was happy as a tornado in a trailer park sucking on his cock, working more and more of it into my throat. I put my arms around his massive thighs and used my hands on his ass cheeks and back to pull him against me when I was ready to take him deeper; and conversely on the sides of his thighs pushing him back when I needed to take a breath. It all worked perfectly well.

At some point Lynda’s fingers were replaced with that purple cock - I’m not even sure when that happened - and once fully inserted she started doing those shallow thrusts, rubbing that bulbous head back and forth across the lobes of my prostate, massaging and milking it in the most delightful way.

Denny instinctively knew to stop sucking me - otherwise I probably would have shot my load right then and there - and stood up, concentrating now on fucking my throat.

His cock was now thoroughly coated in my spit, to the point where it was flowing down over my eyes and impairing my vision. It made for some interesting gurgling sounds as he sloshed into and out of my open throat.

I SO wanted to take ALL of him - deep throat him - but try as I might, that monster just would not go all the way down.

After several attempts ending in my coughing and sputtering, Denny suggested I just lick his balls for a while and catch my breath.

Lynda commended me for trying, and later told me it was one of the most erotic acts she had ever participated in - watching me get spit-roasted by the two of them, as Denny went down on me. It was pretty fucking intense for me too.

Meanwhile, I enjoyed - as I always do - being pegged by my lovely wife, while at the same time sucking on Denny’s balls, and feeling that big wet schlong of his sliding across my chest, and soon to be buried balls deep in my ass . . . Heaven on earth indeed!

“I think you are ready for the main event, baby. Denny, he’s all yours.”

I shifted over a bit so that my head was once again on the bed; my neck was getting rather sore from the preliminaries.

Denny’s cock was just dripping, and my ass was wide open for business.

“May I offer a suggestion?” Denville asked. “Based on my experience, I think it would be easier, at least for starters, for you to accommodate me if you were on your hands and knees, doggy style. At least until you are fully stretched out.”

“Sounds reasonable to me,” I replied, and positioned myself accordingly, but this time so that my ass was at the edge of the bed, and so Denny could start in the standing position.

I later rationalized why this might be true - but I will not delve into the physio-mechanics of that right now.

Lynda approached from the side, like a 1950’s cigarette girl, at the ready with her bowl of coconut oil; and Denny started rubbing the head of his cock up and down and in circles around my outer sphincter. Thank goodness I didn’t have to wait long until he started inching his way into me. I wanted his cock inside me so bad, and all but begged him to fuck me.

“You’re gonna need a lotta lube for this one, baby!” Lynda astutely observed, and I could feel a warm stream of oil drizzle down onto my lower back, just above the crack of my ass.

“He’s got a great looking ass - for a guy, that is,” stated Denny.

“Yeah, I know he does. That’s why I love taking him there myself every once in a while,” Lynda answered, smacking me on the butt cheeks.

Slow but sure, Denville slid that black dick deeper and deeper into me, and I could feel myself open up, and relax more with every stroke.

“Everything OK?” he asked, as he stroked my back with his massive hands.

“Oh yeah ... SO good ... you feel wonderful inside me Denny. Don’t stop.”

He was at the point where he would thrust the first four inches, then go in slow the next three or four; then, slowly slither out almost all the way before repeating the cycle. And each time he made that initial quick thrust, it felt like a mini-orgasm right in my ass, that reverberated up my spine and make the hair all along the way stand on end.

It was as though we were plugged into each other on a higher level too. As though he could read me, and know just how far to go, how hard, and what angle, to give me the most pleasure in the moment. Almost like ... he could read my mind, even before I could - or even bothered to - read it myself.

I heard these strange noises, and realized they were coming out of me - moans and groans, oooohhs and aaaaahhs of ecstasy.

“You like to watch your husband take a big cock up the ass?” I heard Denny ask Lynda.

“I just can’t believe he can take YOURS ... you’re so fucking huge, and he’s taking ALL of you.”

His large hands now grasped me on the inside of my shoulders and pulled me toward him as he thrusted. I felt totally possessed by him, and surrendered to that - to him - and to his dominance over me.

It felt totally amazing, and put me into an orgasmic trance that I never wanted to awaken from.

Lynda laid beside me and began masturbating feverishly, her head right beside mine - whispering naughty things I vaguely recall that I normally bark at her - but have trouble remembering, as I was so preoccupied in my own bliss.

Eventually - and as I became even more dilated - I started pushing back when Denny thrusted into me, and began to take over control of the rhythm of our fuck. This was just fine with Denny, who then stood motionless at the edge of the bed, while I slithered up and down the considerable length of his sinfully-slick shaft. I was fully opened up and could really take him now.

Down and back ... down and back I slithered, riding that BBC like an amusement ride. A real cock feels so much different than the fake ones - but I think the biggest thing I noticed was the warmth and softness. The heat coming off that dick, warming me to the core, was just amazing.

Even though I was fully dilated, I was just a bit hesitant to let him really have at it and start wailing away - after all, he was an awful size - but Lynda would have none of that. In fact, she demanded that that was exactly what I do.

“I want to hear you beg him to fuck you, baby, just like I do when you fuck my asshole. I want to see your ass get plundered!”

So that is exactly what I did. The inner slut came out - as if it hadn’t already - and I did as instructed. After all, she was the director, Denny joked. And, to Lynda, seeing the tables turned and ME getting royally fucked was the main act and not to be missed.

Denny of course obliged, after graciously re-lubing with coconut oil (with a little help from Lynda, of course).

That is when he tested the limits of my endurance - he was bottoming out and slamming hard into me, much to the delight of my wife - who was all but holding me down for him.

“Wow, your ass was made for cock, baby!” she exclaimed, smacking me on my widely spread cheeks with her coconut oil-soaked hand.

I continued to take a pounding from him, arching my back and burying my face in the pillow to muffle my cries of delirium. I could feel the sweat dripping off him and onto my legs and back as he worked that dick deep in my ass, driving me insane with pleasure.

“FUCK ... I wish I could take a big black cock up my ass like that,” exclaimed Lynda, as she watched Denny have at me and laid there feverishly masturbating with the purple dick still inside her. She almost looked like she was jacking herself off!

“Oh, I bet you could, with a little training!” suggested an almost breathless Denny.

I think Lynda actually climaxed when she heard him say that - but I’m not sure, I was so immersed in my own bliss.

I experienced orgasmic waves going through my body with every invading thrust of that magic dick of his. My prostate never had it so good. But I knew I was getting close to shooting, and wanted to get on top and cum all over him, rather than just squirt on the bedsheets.

“Let me on top of you Denny, please. I want to impale myself on you.”

No sooner were the words were out of my mouth, than Denville pulled out and laid back on the bed right beside Lynda. I climbed onto him and guided his cock back in, amazed at the ease and depth I was capable of taking him.

Now I could really give him a good fuck, and I started making my best moves, gyrating my ass as I pounded on his cock, and crying out with each thrust against my swollen prostate. My cock responded predictably, and was now bouncing off Denny’s stomach - he grabbed it and started stroking it for me with his coconut oil-soaked hands. I leaked all over his stomach as I ached for release.

“I’m gonna cum all over you; you know that, don’t you,” I warned him.

“I’m going to fill your hot ass too,” Denny responded.

We were both on the edge, as was my dear Lynda, laying beside us watching intently, looking almost like a very attractive she-male wearing a very purple condom and waiting her turn to fuck the next available hole.

“You fucking bastards .. I’m cumming too!” Lynda shouted, almost too loud for comfort.

Denny was the first to explode, but just before he did, I swear I could feel the veins of his cock almost burst through his skin. This added stimulation on my anus, together with his massive head throbbing against my prostate, carried me over the edge as well.

As I felt him empty his warm seed into me, I took him as deep as I could and started shooting my man-cream in long ropes over his chest and stomach. Almost at the same time, Lynda screamed out and orgasmed, holding her purple dick as though it were her own and watching as I emptied my balls all over Denny.

All three of us were panting unconsolably; I think Lynda was the first to move. She gradually licked her way up Denny’s stomach and chest and shared sticky cum-kisses with both Denny and me before heading for the sink and some damp facecloths to help clean us up.

“Your dick is built to please, my friend!” I told Denny, as I felt him gradually slip from my asshole’s tight grip.

“So is that tight ass of yours!” Denny replied. “You felt AMAZING when you started taking over and fucking ME. Took me back to memories of my wife - she could do that to me too. With her ass or pussy. I just loved to lay back and let her make love to me. If I’d closed my eyes, I might have believed that was her ass fucking me.”

“I’ll take that as the greatest compliment you could possibly offer,” I replied as I flipped around to dutifully lick the cum off his well-used cock. While I licked him clean, he pulled me over him and planted his mouth right over my ass, a sensation almost too intense for me to endure after getting fucked to within an inch of my life.

Lynda emerged with warm wet cloths from the bathroom and caught us getting a jump start on the clean-up operations.

“Well, when you boys are finished ...”

We laughed, and I rolled over and we laid back like two kings, our faces covered in Denny’s coco-nutty flavored cum, awaiting her devoted attention.

“That was just awesome, watching you two like that,” Lynda glowed, as she carefully dabbed us off.

“Thanks Denny, and you too Mark, for letting me be a part of this. I’d always wanted to watch two men make love, and I am not disappointed.”

“Well, we had a pretty good director,” Denville commented, adding “I’d be an actor in your play any day, baby,” before hopping into his shower.

I did the same, while Lynda - bless her - started cleaning up and remaking Denny’s bed for him.

My ears were ringing as I entered our empty room and turned on the spray; it was almost too loud, too overpowering, for my senses to take, after that fuck-session with Denny.

I bent over and leaned on the sink, my head sandwiched between my arms momentarily until the ringing stopped; then stepped into the warm spray beneath the pulsating shower-head to rinse and soap away all of the lube and stickiness that still clung to my body.

Just as I emerged, my lovely Lynda was stepping in, to do the same. We shared a long, sensuous kiss before I dried off and left her to run her bath.

As she did, I walked back over to Denny’s side and thanked him once again for a magnificent fuck. He had just emerged from his shower.

“I gotta tell you .. you are one GREAT FUCK, Denville. I can’t imagine it being any better than that. We’ve GOT to get together again, my friend.” I suggested, handing him the last clean towel from the rack.

“Yes, we must keep in touch. I would love to have the two of you as my guests whenever we can arrange time off. I will be sure to give you my contact information before I leave for the airport tomorrow. I had only intended to stay until noon - my flight leaves at three.”

“Are you attending the conference again tomorrow?”

“No. I’m planning to have a leisurely breakfast and then take my time getting to the airport. What about the two of you?”

“Well, my bet is that if Lynda knows you’re just hanging around, you might not get much peace and quiet - if you know what I mean.”

Denny laughed out loud again.

“I’m no spring chicken, you know, Mark. I don’t know about you, but I just might need some pharmaceutical help if I’m going to be able to get Moby here up to much more than THIS for a couple of days,” gazing down toward his now drooping but still sizable package dangling between us.

He had a point. We were both mid-fifties, and at our age, for many of us the hormones just don’t support daily sexual romps - the likes of what we had just finished our second consecutive day of.

“Hang on a minute,” I said, retreating around the corner to our room.

Lynda was pleasantly soaking and swishing in the large oval tub. I surreptitiously grabbed my package of viagra from the suitcase and returned to Denny’s room.

“Ever tried these?” I asked.

Once again, his roaring laughter filled the room.

“Oh yes, I have tried those. My doctor gave me a sample a couple of years ago, when I first started to notice, how shall I say, a modest ‘decline in performance’. So, yes I have taken them before. But I don’t have any with me - it would have been the last thing I’d have thought of bringing, even if I had any.”

“I take half a pill, that about does it for me; but here’s a whole one. Just in case. I just have a feeling by the time tomorrow morning rolls around, a lovely lady named Lynda just might want to follow up on that training you mentioned.”

Denny’s eyebrows raised up in an expression resembling one I recall Bill Cosby once wore at one particularly humorous and interrogative moment.

“Training ...?” he inquired.

I leaned in close and whispered into his ear: “Remember? Taking a big black cock up the ass.”

Denny’s face once again widened into a wide smile, before his lips rounded to form the word, “OOOOhhh, THAT training. Well, in that case, maybe I WILL take one of those blue pills from you. But I am spent for today, for sure. Perhaps tomorrow though...”

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too. But yes, we’d all be best to let things build until then,” I agreed.

“Right now, I’m getting hungry, and I am wondering what they might have on tap down at the bar. How about you Mark?”

“Sounds like a great idea. I’ll see if Lynda’s up for one once she’s all fluffed up again. Meanwhile, I’ve got a few we picked up today I am anxious to try that should just now be nicely chilled - join me?”

“Of course!”

We sipped on - or should I say, gulped down, our beer until Lynda emerged, all cleansed and powdered.

After popping a couple more in our room, the three of us ended up going down to the hotel restaurant and settling on pub food for dinner; and just enjoying a rollicking good time yakking about our lives and having some great laughs together. The hockey teams had thinned out so it was quieter in the bar and restaurant; and the food - while definitely not gourmet - was more than adequate.

When it came around to talking sex again, we asked Lynda if she had any special requests for the next morning while Denville was still with us.