Uncle Bob Ch. 17

But I failed to factor in Stacey. I sometimes forget, when I'm musing on what a lucky fucker I've become, that a lot of this is because I seem to have unleashed the inner-nymphomaniac in Stacey. But while I was in a state of erotic bliss, with the hottest babe I have ever, ever seen riding my oh-so-lucky dick, my slut-angel was finding her own amusement.

"Craig, can we like, fuck on the swing? Like, I've never done that before?" I heard her say. The room had no shortage of mirrors, so in addition to the mega-horny sight of Barbie riding my dick -- for my pleasure, remember -- I then was able, by glancing sideways and taking my eyes off that astonishingly horny sight, to witness my slut-angel climbing into the harness and spreading her legs, and her pussy, wide for Craig. And Craig, being a total gentleman, took full advantage of this.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!"

Both Barbie and I paused in our joyful copulation to witness what was happening on the sex swing. Though it was a little hard to see the action properly, I guess Stacey's running commentary gave us a good idea.

"Ohmygod that's big", she gasped. "Oh! Oh! OHHHH!"

Then the swing swiveled around a little and, in the mirror, I could see Stacey's long, skinny leg, bent and held up by the swing, raised above the level of Craig's waist. And under that leg I could make out this thick chunk of dark-brown flesh, pushing into a hole that I knew to be small and tight -- unfeasibly tight to receive something that large. No wonder Stacey was making a lot of noise. The stretch must've been more extreme even than when I first invaded her oh-so-tight little ass.

"Oh shit! Oh my -- oh my GOD! Please -- please -- slow slow slow!"

Stacey's head was thrown back, her arms gripped the straps of the swing tightly while, between intelligible words, she was making a series of little gasps and moans. The loving uncle in me wanted to jump up and rescue her. The pervert in me wanted to watch and listen as she was fucked by the biggest cock either of us had ever seen in the flesh.

The pervert won.

"Oh. Oh yes!" Barbie breathed, returning my attention to the smoking-hot babe riding my dick. I hoped that this was because of something I was doing, and a sign of an imminent orgasm on her part. "She -- she's so -- so lucky. I love it -- when -- when Craig shoves -- that huge cock -- in -- into me. F-fuck. The sensations -- that stretch -- so -- so fucking h-hot."

I kept rubbing Barbie's clit, and she kept swirling her sweet, tight, juicy cunt around on my cock. Oddly, the distraction of seeing my slut-angel having an XXXL cock slowly inserted into her XXS pussy was helping my control. Maybe it was a concern for the woman I loved, or maybe it was just morbid curiosity about just how much Stacey could take. Either way, the sight and sensation of unbelievably hot Barbie fucking me was deliciously enjoyable, but I felt I could hold on a little longer.

"Bob. You can -- can come if -- if you like. You don't need to -- OH! -- oh yes! You don't need to..." Barbie, to my great joy, was finally tipping into her own orgasmic zone. Then she surprised me.

"Bob. Grab my throat. Choke me. Please. I'm near -- so near..."

OK, so by now you guys must be aware that I don't like to hurt women, so I've never really learned the finer arts of erotic asphyxiation. It would utterly freak me out if a girl I'd choked passed out on me. Once or twice a girl has passed out because of a really strong orgasm I've given her -- possibly these were my finest hours -- and maybe in the distant past, some might claim they'd passed out through boredom, but I'd normally be terrified that I'd accidentally choke a girl until she lost consciousness, and possibly died. Absolutely not my scene.

But here, what could go wrong? I took my hand away from Barbie's magnificent left tit and placed it on her neck, just above the leather collar. She adjusted my grip and then said "Squeeze, Bob. Harder!"

So I squeezed. Her mouth fell open, her face went a kind of pinkish color. And she started bouncing insistently on my cock, grabbing my other hand and making me press harder on her clit. And maybe a minute or so later, I felt this little pulsing sensation inside that deliciously tight, wet cunt. She was coming! Yes! I waited, holding off for maybe another thirty seconds as I felt the ripples build, heard her little gasps and moans, before I finally let the sight, sound and sensations of having Barbie the Magnificent ride my cock into the sunset 'overcome' me. Fuck, squirting my jizz up Barbie's cunt had been an occasional but much-treasured joy over those few months, and I savored every delicious throb and pulse. And then she collapsed on top of me, and just put her arms around my chest, which was pretty cool.

Then, as I lay there, luxuriating in my post-orgasmic chill, I could hear Stacey's response to the sexual experience she was receiving. Expressions like "Ohmygod!" and "Oh fuck!" featured frequently, with a few variants on "fuck that's so big!" But mostly, there were a lot of moans, squeaks & squeals. Stacey is rarely quiet during sex, except when her mouth is full of either a cock or another girl's pussy, but it seems that her experience of Craig's cock was making her louder than normal. Unsurprisingly, when you consider what was happening to her.

Now Barbie keeps her hair short -- think Nora Zehetner in Heroes and you get the basic idea. (And you can stop jerking off now, you pervert). So even though Barbie's head was on my shoulder as she panted and gasped her way back from her semi-asphyxiated orgasm, I could still see past her and admire the image of my slut-princess getting seriously fucked by a seriously big cock. I idly wondered whether she'd ever be tight enough again for me to enjoy that delicious teenage pussy, but I guessed that if Barbie, with her tastes for huge cocks, was still a fairly snug fit, Stacey wouldn't get too stretched out of shape by one experience of Craig's monster cock. So long as it was just one experience, and I hadn't inadvertently started a lifelong BBC addiction.

I could tell when Stacey started coming, because the noises became more shrill and her leg started shaking. She just kept up this kind of mantra: "Oh fuck! Oh fuck that's so huge! Shit, you're so deep! Oh my God that's big!" And so on. I guessed that Craig had probably heard shit like this before. Then, as her orgasm built, he was thrusting harder, going as deep as he could on each stoke. I could see the muscles in his butt and his stomach rippling with the effort. And Stacey was coming really strongly.

And then she kinda screamed. "No! No, please! AAAAH! Please, please -- EEEEEK!"

I looked up in alarm and realized that he was now sliding out completely after every stroke, and then shoving in all the way. I didn't think he was hurting her, but the sensations, on top of her rolling orgasm, seemed almost too intense for her to bear. She seemed to be begging him to stop, then tipping over into another series of intense, orgasmic spasms.

And then, finally, he groaned and I could see maybe a gallon of jizz spurting over my baby's skin; long, thick ropes of semen, all headed up towards her face. Stacey's head seemed to loll back as Craig unloaded over her. She seemed cummed-out.

Finally, he stood back, grinning contentedly, and I watched as he carefully untangled Stacey's limbs from the swing's straps and tenderly lifted her, carrying her to the bed and gently setting her down next to Barbie and me. There was a fan-like pattern of cum all over Stacey's slender body, from her pussy to her shoulders, with some splashed on her face. Craig bent down to kiss her, then headed off toward the bathroom, returning moments later with a damp washcloth that he used to wipe away the streaks of jizz.

"Uncle Bob," Stacey said dreamily, clearly not concerned about using that name with other people around, while Craig carefully wiped her skin clean. "That was awesome. Like, when he thrusts in hard and deep, it kinda pulls bits of my pussy in with it. My clit kinda tilts inwards and Craig's cock rubs it on the way in and the way out. And he hits right at the bottom of -- of my, like, cunt, and it feels weird but sooo hot when I'm, like, all stretched. I can see why Barbie loves it. There's no way you couldn't cum with all that going on." She smiled wistfully.

Craig disposed of the cloth and then climbed onto the bed beside her. He stroked her hair, gently hugged her, kissed her.

"Stacey, you were amazing. If I didn't have Barbie, you'd be my first choice for a replacement girlfriend. Shit, you seemed to get off so much on getting fucked. I loved the way you reacted. It was so hot."

He turned to me. "Bob, I'm so glad we all met. I know that having you and Stacey was so helpful to Barbie when she was breaking up with Dean, and what you did to rescue her was way off the scale. But this little lady is probably the second-best fuck I've ever had. I think you and me are both lucky fuckers to be able to share these two lovely ladies as we do. I hope we get to do something like this again."

Lying there, with Barbie's awesome body draped over me, her beautiful, smiling face on my shoulder, and seeing the faraway look in Stacey's eyes as she slowly drifted down from the huge orgasm Craig had given her, I couldn't help but agree.

After a few minutes of gentle afterplay, kissing, hugging, stroking and kissing some more, the girls headed for the shower and Craig and I made for the kitchen to prepare some food. He'd already done most of the preparation, so the ceviche was ready by the time the girls emerged, still naked, from the shower. We all picked at the starter while Craig and I pan-fried some sea bass filets and made fish tacos.

"To be honest," Craig said as we were plating the meal, "when Barbie first told me you were fucking your niece, I had this mental image of some sicko, exploiting an impressionable teen. And when she said that you'd fucked her up the ass, I wasn't amused. But she was so adamant that you guys were cool, that you and Stacey were in a loving relationship and that you were considerate and skilled in bed, I felt a little more comfortable with it. Then, when you rescued Barbie from that asshole Dean. I realized that I'd misjudged you and that you were my kind of guy. I'm so glad we've met at last Bob, and not because Stacey is such an amazing fuck. I think we could be good friends."

I wasn't sure how to take this, but I decided he meant it in a friendly manner. "And likewise, Craig, when I heard that Barbie had hooked up with another bodybuilder with a big cock, I thought you might be Dean 2.0. I'm delighted to find I was wrong. Barbie is a special lady, as well as an awesome fuck, and I'm glad she has someone who so obviously cares for her to look after her."

He smiled at me, and I knew I'd met someone who was on my wavelength -- even if it was under strange circumstances.

The food was well-received, as the four of us sat around, naked -- or, in Barbie's case, effectively naked despite the raunchy lingerie -- enjoying it and the accompanying wine. I realized that Stacey was on her third -- or possibly fourth -- glass of wine, and Craig didn't pour small measures, so she was pretty loaded.

Then Craig wiped his face with his napkin, got up, washed his hands and said "Ladies, we've had the starter and the main course. I think Bob and I might like to try a nice creamy dessert of pussy in its own juices. Would you like to provide some?"

"Like, only if we get to taste it first," Stacey smiled with a naughty smile. She stood up, a little unsteadily, took Barbie's hand and steered her back to the bed, where they kissed, fondled and then moved into a hot sixty-nine.

"Hey, I can taste Uncle Bob's cum!" Stacey announced enthusiastically after a minute or so of enthusiastic pussy munching. Craig and I just watched a while. I could see his cock swelling, and my own, more modest, organ was getting pretty hard too.

"Shall we join the ladies?" he asked at last, and we moved in, lifting Stacey off Barbie and each selecting a pussy. With the girls now face-to-face, still kissing and feeling each other's titties, Craig and I went to work. Craig, I discovered, has quite a long and flexible tongue. Stacey discovered this after about thirty seconds, and a couple of minutes later had moved into a face-sitting position so she could take full advantage of it.

"Oh my god! Fuck! How do you -- OOH! -- How can you get your tongue so deep?" Stacey panted, wriggling her sweet pussy all over Craig's face.

Meanwhile, I had Barbie's long, amazing legs over my shoulders, my tongue and lips on her clit and two fingers inside her main fuck-hole. With the other hand, I was tugging on the butt-plug, pulling it part-way out and sliding it back in, while I worked her g-spot and chewed softly on her pussy lips and clitoris.

The ladies were experts at cock-sucking, as they'd shown earlier, but Craig and I were just as skilled at pussy-munching, I'd like to think. I used my tongue to write 'AND NEXT I WANT TO FUCK YOU UP THE ASS' on Barbie's clit, in the rather pointless hope that she could read my lips, or at least my tongue.

Then Stacey gasped 'OOH, naughty!' and I saw that Craig had extracted the plug from my slut-angel's ass and was rimming her while one hand rubbed her clitoris. I knew from experience that this process, if continued, would lead to just one conclusion. Actually, it turned out to be about three, as Stacey writhed, wriggled and squealed her way through a sequence of orgasms.

I'd taken Barbie to the edge of orgasm at least twice, and was going in for the kill when Craig said "Hey, Bob, I think it's time we gave Barbie the Slut Treatment."

The lady in question suddenly stopped wriggling under the onslaught of my tongue and fingers, and sat up.

"Sir, you -- you don't mean...?"

"I sure do mean, Slut. I think it's time you got what's coming to you -- and what's cumming in you."

"But Sir," she said, in a weak, pleading little voice that sounded nothing like the Barbie I thought I knew, "I -- don't think I can take it."

"You will, Slut. Bob, would you mind standing back for a moment, please, while I prepare the Slut?"

I guessed something interesting was going on here, so I did as Craig said. As I moved to one side of Barbie, he reached out, grabbed the front of Barbie's raunchy mesh top and ripped it open. Barbie gasped, biting her lip in what looked like fear. Then in one slick movement, he pulled at the ribbons on either side of Barbie's non-panties, and they fluttered to the floor, and she gasped again. But when I looked at her expression, I realized that she was trying hard not to grin in erotic anticipation. Whatever The Slut Treatment was, this slut was gagging for it.

"So can you tell me more? What is The Slut Treatment?"

"Tell, him, Slut!" Craig said, with a little edge to his voice that tried to sound menacing. I looked into his face, and could see he was trying hard not to smile.

"Well -- well, Sir. I -- the Slut -- I have to get my holes stuffed and reamed by some big cocks. The Gentleman has to -- has to stick his cock deep inside my slutty ass, while Sir..." I noticed the use of a title rather than my name. OK, so I could kinda see where this was going.

"Yes, Slut? What is Sir going to do?" Craig growled.

"He's going to -- going to use his huge, thick cock, to -- to..."

"To do what?" Craig tried to snarl. It came out as almost a hiccup, as his role-playing was fighting with his satisfaction and humor.

"To fuck my dirty, slutty, cunt until -- until I scream, and -- and fill it with hot sticky spunk, Sir."

I looked at the two of them, the eye contact, the expression in their voices. They were both getting off on the role-play. Craig's cock looked even bigger than ever, and seemed to be throbbing slightly. Barbie's nipples stood out, long and hard, from her outstanding breasts. Of course her pussy was wet; shit, her juices were still smeared all over my face. But the look in her eyes told me she'd just been offered a present she'd been anticipating for quite a while, something that perhaps this evening was meant to be all about. She was going to get double-penetrated.

So at this stage, perhaps surprisingly, I had mixed feelings about this. Don't get me wrong; getting my cock up Barbie's tight little asshole had been one of the highest points in my sexual experiences, period. I certainly craved that again. But in a DP...

OK, let me explain.

As you may recall, I'd participated in one and only one DP before, with Janine and her asshole 'daddy'. Now we've all seen DPs in porn, haven't we? I mean, when Stacey suddenly burst into my sex life, just a few months earlier, I'd been watching a DP scene on my TV. It looks like great fun, and honestly, how hard can it be to do it? Well, the answer is -- er, a lot harder than you might think.

There are basically three viable positions, in which a woman, her Ass-Fucker (let's call him AF) and her Cunt-Fucker (CF for brevity) can engage in a DP.

Position 1: CF sits/lies on bed/couch/armchair. Girl straddles him in cowgirl position, inserts his cock in her cunt and impales herself. AF moves in behind, typically straddling CF's legs, and plugs into her ass.

Position 2: AF sits/lies on edge of bed/couch/armchair. Girl sits on him in reverse cowgirl position, inserts his cock up her ass and shimmies on down. She then spreads her legs, CF moves between then, trying not to stand on AF's feet, and slides/slams his cock into her cunt.

Position 3: This can start from one of the earlier positions, or by the girl standing, facing CF, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and being lifted. CF then fills her cunt and she wraps her legs around him. AF moves around behind and slips his cock up her ass. (Or, sometimes, AF holds her up from behind and sodomizes her before CF plugs in at the front. The sequence is unimportant, but the positions are relevant).

The object of the exercise, I should hope, is for AF & CF to co-operate in fucking the lady's brains out until she's coming for the fifth time and screaming for mercy, and then getting their own rocks off inside two cavities made even tighter than normal because they're both being used together. But maybe the engineers among you have spotted a few practical difficulties, especially with positions 1 and 2. Whichever fucker -- AF or CF -- is underneath will find it difficult to get any serious thrusting going. He has the weight of the girl's body on him, maybe pressed down harder by the other fucker, ensuring a snug, deep fit but preventing much movement. The lady gets one hole filled by a stationary cock while the other gets fucked. This may work for some, but surely if a girl is the meat in a sandwich, both sides need to be providing something spicy? The guy underneath, if he's stuck like that for a while, may actually lose his erection, and that's not good for anyone.

The fundamental problem involves the two cocks, moving in the two holes. You can think of them as two pistons, moving independently but kinda at right angles to each other. The fucker underneath is trying to thrust upwards, while the other is pounding kinda horizontally as the girl leans forward over CF or backward onto AF. Synchronizing the movement of the two pistons so that all three actors in this little drama get what they need is a puzzle of coordination that would tax the guys at SpaceX.

And what about the lady -- or, in this case, The Slut? What gets her off? A big cock, stretching her elastic cunt, rubbing her g-spot, pounding into her uterus or thumping her cervix? A deep anal reaming, probably pulling on the sensitive inside of her sphincter, massaging the inside of her rectum? What about her clitoris, her nipples, the skin of her neck? When I'm enjoying a girl, I like to stimulate as many of these as possible to get her fuses properly blown. The complexity of a DP makes it hard to ensure every area on the checklist gets ticked off.