I first met Julie in a pub while attending an after work celebration for a friend’s birthday. We were all pretty tanked up at the time when somehow we got on the discussion of who made better lovers – men or women. After nearly everyone had given their opinion, Julie finally spoke up. “I have had a number of lovers over the years but not one that has been able to truly satisfy me.” “It seems most men can last two, maybe three rounds, then they run out of steam.” “I can make love all night but have never met my match in a man.” “Some have brought me close to orgasm but none have really brought me over the top.”
“Well…,I blurted out, “None of that would be true if you had met me first.” My buddy Gary elbowed me discreetly and rolled his eyes as if to say “what in the world could you be thinking about to make a statement like that? But there was a method to my madness that I would not share with anyone else that night. You see, I am one of three identical triplets. My brothers Jason and Mike look just like me in every detail.
Julie laughed heartily, “Sounds like you might be calling my bluff Rick.” Do you really think you are up to it? I knew she meant nothing by it and from the way we had been looking each other over through the evening, come win or lose, we were both going to enjoy the trial. At six-foot two, two-hundred and five pounds I still had the build of a college athlete. Julie was about 5’7” maybe 110 pounds. She had near shoulder length blonde hair and piercing, mischievious brown eyes. Although her frame her rather slight, she had more than full breasts and a really great ass. As our friends’ interest in the conversation grew, we agreed to put off the bet until we could discuss it further over the phone at a later date. From the looks on their faces, our horny friends seemed extremely disappointed that they would never learn the outcome of the challenge between Julie and I.
The next day, I contacted each of my brothers who, still unmarried, couldn’t get to my place fast enough to take part in the little plot I was hatching. I emailed them a current photo of myself and asked that they try to match haircuts as close as possible. “For this to work,” I told them, “there must be no possibility that Julie could be able to detect any differences between us.”
I called Julie and told her I was ready for the big night. “Your place or mine,” she questioned. Naturally, for my brothers to participate in our staged lovemaking scheme, I would have to hide them throughout my two-bedroom apartment. Timing would be critical, as we didn’t want to trip over each other or, worse yet, chance having Julie spot us together at any time. “My place will be fine,” I replied. “Would you like to have dinner first? “No thanks,” she declined, “You have already succeeded with the wining and dining part – let’s just get right down to business.” I felt a stiffening in my pants as I digested her bold and lustful remark. “Okay by me, be over around nine.” “I’ll be there,” she shot back – “just don’t be too disappointed if you can’t do what some many others have failed to do.” With that she hung up abruptly and left me anticipating the evening.
My brothers arrived several hours before Julie the next evening and we rehearsed our strategy for rotating as partners with her that night. We scoped out all of the good hiding places in the apartment including the second bedroom closet, the utility room, pantry and extra bathroom. Once everyone knew the game plan, we all took our respective places in the apartment. I was scheduled to go first and would meet Julie at the door.
When the doorbell rang, I jumped off couch and ran to answer it. I opened the door and was especially pleased to see how delicious she looked. She wore a tight ribbed sweater that struggled unsuccessfully to contain her ample tits. Her jeans were also skin tight and highlighted her well-rounded ass and left little to the imagination. For a moment I thought, she is hot enough that I could possibly spend the whole night just doing her myself. But I decided to go ahead and stick with the game plan.
She came in and, sitting on the couch, patted the sofa pillow next to her beckoning me to sit beside her. As I did, she cozied up to me and ran her hand up my chest and gripping my chin, gave me an open-mouth kiss flicking her tongue in and out as she did. My hands found her waist and, as we kissed, I let them roam up to cup her breasts. The initial chemistry was overwhelming. We were both so ready, out clothes came off in a blur of sweaters, slacks, bra and shorts flying every which way.
I lowered her head on the sofa armrest and knelt between her legs. As she grabbed my shaft and guided it in, I held her ankles with her knees bent and her legs cradling me. I started with long deep strokes but, for this first tryst, things were destined to happen fast. As she increased her pace, pushing up furiously to meet me, I responded in kind pumping away at her with all my energy. In no time, I exploded in a very pleasant climax and, as I relished that last few moments of pleasure looked down upon Julie’s face noticing that her eyes were wide open and she was smiling a devilish sort of grin. Unbelievable, I thought –she had already attempted to gain the upper hand by draining me as quickly as she could. But I wasn’t going to make it that easy for her.
Grabbing her thighs, I flipped her over and brought her onto her knees. I was still plenty hard and I wasn’t going to call in the next shift just yet. Moving behind her, I drove me seven-inch penis into her love tunnel, while cupping her pendulous breasts. This time, I controlled the pace. I drew long strokes at first, letting the head of my penis occasionally slip out and then back in in one rough thrust. Not wanting to be totally dominating, she cooperated with my efforts to elevate her and my pleasure. Soon she was rotating her hips in large circles twisting my dick around like a corkscrew. At that instant, I realized that Julie was a very experienced lover and probably had a wide assortment of movements to chose from. I enjoyed her writhing on my dick and feeling I was close to coming, released her breasts and began fingering her clit. She had still not orgasmed but I could at least tell from the way she closed her eyes and tilted back her head that my simultaneous stroking and rubbing was having the desired effect. Unfortunately, her blithe wiggling of my penis was more than I could stand. She had tremendous control of her vaginal muscles and was basically able to squeeze and release my shaft at will. I erupted in another great orgasm, spewing cum into her pussy and collapsing on top of her.
As we untangled ourselves from each other, I felt my dick beginning to soften a little. Time for reinforcements, I thought. Excusing myself, I told Julie I was going into the kitchen to get some wine. She winked and rising walked into the master bedroom, where she proceeded to browse the photographs of me and my buddies on the wall. I entered the kitchen and tapped quietly on the pantry door. Jason stood there looking a bit exasperated, “What took you so long”, he complained. “Hey, Jason,” I reminded him, “It’s only been a half hour or so.” “When you see Julie for the first time, it will have been worth the wait.” Grabbing the already open bottle of wine out of the fridge and a few glasses, I passed the baton to Jason.
Entering the bedroom, Jason found Julie glancing intently at photo of Rick and two of his buddies barechested at the beach. “Nice pecs,” noted Julie. Stark naked and her face still suffused from the previous lovemaking, Julie’s appearance caused Jason to develop and immediate and larger than normal hard-on. As he had on a bathrobe, she didn’t notice it at first. Pouring the wine into glasses he set one on the night stand for her and sat on the bed sipping from his own glass. For the next few minutes, they made idle chit-chat, then suddenly a quizzical look came over Julie’s face. “It couldn’t be,” she thought amazedly. Stepping towards where Jason sat on the bed, she grabbed the fold of his bathrobe and drew it aside. Jason’s hungry eight-inch dong sprung free and pointed directly at the ceiling. “My goodness,” she said, “you are one of the more resilient that most guys I’ve ever been with.”