slides in while I’m still coming. His long cock reaches all the way up into me and, when he starts pushing in deep, I can feel every thrust hitting my cervix. Oh, God. Every time I feel the impact, my pussy clenches. I start to tighten up inside, but Sam just fucks me right through it until I open up, and I realise he’s just going to keep on fucking me until he makes me come again.
When I’m getting close, he calls out to Brad, ‘She’s going to come pretty soon, man, and I’m about to come, too. How about when I do, I pull out and you push right into her, fuck her until she comes again? You want to do that? We’ll just tag-team her over and over until she can’t take any more.’
I feel like I’m going to come just listening to Sam’s words. The idea that my cunt is going to be battered again and again by their two hard cocks until I collapse arouses me in a way I couldn’t have imagined. That, and the way they talk about me like I’m a thing, a toy, a piece of meat, the slut I wanted to be tonight. I wait to hear what Brad will say, whether it will bother him that Sam’s taking over, making decisions for all of us. But Brad’s cool. He seems to like the idea.
‘Sure. Hang on – give me one minute.’ I look over and see Brad peeling off his clothes, then wasting no time getting over to the bed.
Suddenly, Sam comes. I can feel him push in deep and hold himself in me, pushing as hard as he can against my cervix, and then shudder. Part of me wishes he weren’t wearing a condom. I’d like to feel him against my skin, to know that his and Brad’s semen were going to be mixing inside me.
Sam pulls out and rolls over, making room for Brad, who pulls me down to the end of the bed and flips me over. I know what he wants me to do, and I put my head and forearms down and raise my ass for him to enter me. Brad pushes in from behind, slapping my right cheek with every thrust. He pistons in and out, spanking me again and again with his hand, then, when he can tell I’m close again, he reaches around and starts rubbing my clit in tight circles. When I explode into my third orgasm in an hour, my cunt contracting so hard it hurts, I let out a shrill yelp I don’t ever remember hearing come out of me before. Brad just laughs, sounding weird himself because the laughter is broken up by his panting and grunting and fucking and the noise that our wet bodies are making, the way hiccups interrupt you when you’re trying to talk.
I know why he’s laughing. Neither of us knew this would turn out to be so much fun.
I can’t believe I was worried about including Sam in the mix, especially on a Wednesday. This is as wet a Wednesday as we’ve ever had. Maybe the wettest. Before Brad comes, Sam crawls over on the bed until he’s kneeling in front of my face. His cock is almost flaccid but not quite, and I’m wondering what he wants from me. I look up at him as Brad continues to ride me from behind, and Sam says, ‘Bring me back up, Dana. I want you to suck me until Brad comes, and then I’m going to fuck you again.’
I take him in both my hands and start working him as I bend down to lick his head. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a cock in my cunt and another in my hands, and the experience is beyond sexy. Right away, Sam starts getting hard, and I wonder whether this is the first time he’s tag-teamed a girl. If it is, it seems to come very naturally to him.
Pretty soon, he’s almost completely erect and I take him in, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth, delighting in the taste of his cock. He groans as I run my tongue repeatedly through his slit, down to circle around the head, back up again to the top. He’s super-sensitive there. I lick him over and over, relishing the sounds he is making as I excite his tip.
‘How are you doing up there, Sam? I’m getting close,’ Brad announces, and Sam hesitates for a moment. I wonder whether he can’t quite make up his mind to abandon my mouth for my pussy. I want to tell him he doesn’t have to choose, that he can have it all. I look up into his eyes. ‘Whatever you want, Sam. You can have whatever you want,’ I tell him.
‘I’ll be back, Dana,’ he says finally, as he pulls out of my mouth and gets off the bed to take his place beside Brad.
‘You only spanked one side,’ he observes, remarking on my sole reddened cheek.
‘Yeah, I know. When she’s over my knee, I usually hit both. When I spank her while I’m fucking her, it’s easier to slap her like this, because I’m right-handed.’ I suddenly remember that Sam isn’t, and my pussy clenches on Brad’s cock.
‘Mind if I get the other side for you?’ Sam asks.
‘Go for it,’ answers my generous man. ‘Makes her wet.’
We all laugh. I’m so wet now there are spots on the sheets. I’m so wet that, with Brad fucking me, I’m making loud, sloppy noises. How will we even be able to tell if Sam makes me wetter? There’s a river running down my thighs already. But I still hope Sam will spank me. I want to feel his hand on me.
Brad comes. He thrusts into me hard three times, the way he always does, and then pulls out, and Sam takes his place. I’m so turned on, I can hardly see straight. I’m tired and panting but I never want to stop. I feel like I could keep this up for days. Sam starts slapping me on the left cheek with every thrust, like Brad did, until he moves that hand up to my hip the way he’s holding my right side, and now he starts fucking me harder, even deeper, faster, and I’m wailing and he’s pounding and grunting. Suddenly, I come like Armageddon, harder than I have ever come in my life, with Brad lying on the bed beside me, smiling into my face, and for some reason I can’t even understand, I am shrieking and laughing and crying all at the same time.
I collapse on the bed. A minute ago, I felt like I could fuck like this for ever. Now, all I want is to be in Brad’s arms, and as quickly as the thought enters my mind, I am. Still panting, Sam peels off his condom and goes to look for something to drink. I lie with Brad, who keeps kissing me all over my face, telling me how much he loves me and that I’m the sexiest, most wonderful girl in the world.
The three of us hang around on the bed for awhile, naked except for my cut-up T-shirt, a guy on either side of me. The three of us talk the way Brad and I talk on Wednesday nights, and I feel close to both of them. It feels like we’re a real threesome, and I realise that Brad and I haven’t lost anything by sharing a Wednesday with Sam. They play with my tits, and I tease their cocks with my hands and my mouth, but the big stuff is over for the night. I wonder whether I’ll be able to walk the next day.
When Sam says he needs to get home he pulls on his clothes and we both walk him to the front door. I feel sore and stiff.
‘Thanks, you two,’ he says to both of us.
‘No problem,’ says Brad.
‘My pleasure. Honestly,’ I tell him. We all laugh.
Sam leans down and gives me a long, sexy kiss goodnight. As he does, Brad runs a hand over my ass. It has been the best night of my life.
* * *
‘So,’ Brad asks me the next morning as I walk gingerly into the kitchen for coffee, ‘would you ever do that again?’
I smile at him. ‘Sure. Feel free to bet me at poker. Consider me the chip up your sleeve.’ I know all the guys he plays with. Not one of them is hard on the eyes. All great guys, too. None I’d say no to.
I’ve heard strip poker can be fun if you’re playing with the right people, but I’ll bet it’s not as much fun as fuck poker. For the next several weeks, every other Tuesday night, my stomach is aflutter. I wonder whether Brad will be coming home to tell me one of his friends has won me, and there’s going to be another Wet Wednesday threesome. But the Tuesday after my evening with Sam, Brad wins without ever having to bet me. Two weeks after that, the game is called off. Two weeks after that, it’s at our house.
Sam gets there first, and when he comes in he gives me a quick kiss. ‘I had a really great time with you, you know, Dana,’ he says. ‘I’ve been trying to think of ways I can cheat, just on the off-chance Brad will bet you again, and I’ll win another Wet Wednesday.’ I blush, flattered, and I think how much I’d like that. ‘You never know,’ I tell him. ‘You could always win me again. I wouldn’t mind.’