Okay, just so everyone, straight, gay and in between, has fair warning — there is MM sex, MF sex, MFM sex. If any of those situations are distasteful to you, I'm sure you can find something more to your liking.
For the rest of you, I hope you enjoy.
Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Peace out.
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Smiling, Prudence took me by the hand, offering Hector her other. She stepped down from the sofa, each of us holding her hand, looking like a queen alighting from a gilded carriage. Even naked, she would have not seemed out of place in such a scenario, not to me. And not to Hector. What I remember most clearly was my lack of fear.
I have had plenty of time to wonder about this. By nature, I'm cautious, very much a look-before-I-leap kind of guy. It's possible I was so lost in lust and desire I was not rational enough to be afraid. Since that time, I've had moments when, even before I stopped ejaculating, I was kicking myself for being where I was. Not that day — not any day I spent with them. No, despite our short acquaintance, I trusted them. When I walked away from their small sofa, hand in hand, I trusted them as much as I've ever trusted anyone. Neither Hector nor Prudence
led
me anywhere. We walked together.
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Prudence let go of our hands. In the small room, two steps brought her to a mattress resting on the floor. With deft efficiency she folded the thin blanket and set it on the dresser. She untucked the top sheet, folded it, and sat it atop the blanket. She propped the pillows up against the wall. Satisfied with the arrangement, she turned and embraced Hector, pressing her body against his, cupping his face and offering up her mouth. Their kiss was amazing, passionate yet gentle. I envied them. I wasn't jealous. I didn't begrudge them their connection. I did not feel 'left out.' I hoped, one day, to be a part of something equally beautiful, equally effortless. I wanted what they had. It occurred to me that Hector had been right: I was lucky to witness, much less be invited into, their specialness.
Releasing Hector, she opened her arms to me, an invitation I was happy to accept. Slipping her arms beneath mine, she pulled me close, face pressed against my chest. My cock was trapped between our bodies. I smelled her hair - rosemary and mint. I haven't described her hair; I haven't described her at all beyond her breasts. Two words: sexy librarian.
I know, another cliché, but, again, it's the closest to the truth. She would have been perfect in that role. She wore her thick, light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail that brushed the nape of her neck, hair that smelled of rosemary and mint. Later, I would discover Aveda hair shampoo was one of the few indulgences she allowed herself.
My arms clenched around her back, I clung to her, breathing her in, swaying, lost in wonder. If I squeezed too tightly, she never let out a peep. I'm not very tall, five-ten. Prudence was five-three, maybe five-two. Her cheek fit right into the middle of my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, Hector moved. I tensed, worried he was irritated at the way I clung his wife. My worry melted away under his half-smile.
"Amazing, isn't she?" he whispered as he put an arm around each of us. My answer was a nod and a brief increase in the pressure of my hug. Prudence pulled her arms free and put her hands on my cheeks. She guided my head to hers and we kissed. God, how I wanted to fuck her, to suck Hector, be sucked, maybe even be fucked. Despite my raging lust, despite the way our tongues teased each other, the kiss was sweet and gentle, almost chaste. It seemed to last an eternity while simultaneously feeling as if it had ended in the space of a single beat of my heart.
When she pulled her mouth from mine, she gave me a peck on the cheek and pulled back to smile at me. I guess I should tell you about her eyes. And her dimples. Despite her high cheekbones and slim face, Prudence had dimples. Her eyes were hazel, I think. Depending on the light, or the color of her shirt, you could argue they were green or brown. Regardless, they were flecked with gold. Gold that blazed when she smiled, which was most of the time.
"Hi, there," she whispered.
"Hi," I whispered back. "Thank you," I added, turning my head slightly to include Hector in my thanks.
"I hope it's our pleasure," he whispered back in a voice low, hoarse and beyond sexy.
"Ditto," I managed. "May I?" I asked, nodding toward the mattress. For a moment his devil-may-care grin returned to his face. "Uh, yeah, dude. That's the idea, bro." I nodded and knelt on the mattress. I put a hand on Prudence's hip and urged her forward. With Hector, I was a little more direct. I wrapped his cock in my other hand and pulled him toward the mattress. I held his cock, moving my hand ever so slightly, but it was Prudence I turned my attention to.
She was small enough that even kneeling on the mattress my lips touched her belly north of her belly button. I pressed my lips there and drew in a long, slow breath, as her fingers entwined themselves in my hair. I caressed her skin with the tip of my tongue. I kept a tight rein on my desire and slowly kissed my way down to her navel. Did I mention it was pierced? I teased the piercing with my tongue, afraid I'd hurt her. Trailing downward from her belly button was the faintest line of white, translucent fuzz. I tried to feel it with my tongue, wondering if it would remind me of the skin of a peach but it was far too fine to impart a texture to her skin.
I sat back on my heels and kissed her mons. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed but she wasn't shaved, thank God. With her smallish breasts, lithe figure, and petite stature, she'd have looked far too childlike. I forced myself to wait. I'd tasted her pussy. I'd taste it again, but not yet. I kissed the crease on either side of her pussy, where her thighs meet her torso. Shivering with desire, I planted a soft kiss atop her pussy, then turned and pressed my cheek against her. My hands went around her legs and I hugged her, cheek pressed against her wetness, as her fingers combed through my hair. Pulling back, I gave her pussy another brief kiss, telling it goodbye for a time, and turned to Hector with a heady combination of both regret and excitement.
I had continued to fondle his hardon as I'd kissed his wife's belly and legs. My hand was slick with his precum. I stroked him, drawing the foreskin back and forth over the head. I tilted my body toward his and did what I'd dream of for the past day-and-a-half — I took him in my mouth.
My tongue cradled his cock and guided it deeper. The head touched the back of my throat and I paused, took a breath, waited for the urge to gag to pass, then pushed farther. When my nose touched his belly, the sound of his moan joined the scent of his crotch in a medley of sensations that pulled an answering groan from deep inside me. I remembered how he'd hummed with my cock in his throat. I kneaded the firm muscles of his ass, pulling him deeper as I hummed around him. His ass tightened, cheeks cupping beneath my grip. His hands found my head, holding me there with his cock buried in my throat. My mouth filled with spit. It ran out of my mouth, over my lip, where it clung for a brief moment, before falling to land on my naked thigh.
I moved my head back. His hands followed. "Fuck, dude, you're a natural," he hissed. Prudence stepped to my side. I tilted my head, careful to keep the head of his cock in my mouth, and gazed upward. They were kissing again with the same amazing combination of passion and gentleness. I began to swirl my tongue around his crown. Hector twitched. I pressed the tip of my tongue into his slit and slid his foreskin forward with my hand. I swirled my tongue between the foreskin and crown, causing Hector to moan into his wife's mouth.
Prudence broke their kiss and knelt beside me on the mattress. She rested her cheek on Hector's thigh and watched as I tongued his cock, a gentle smile on her lips. I did my best to watch her face as I took her husband's cock deep into my throat. Her smile widened to a grin when I shook my head from side to side. I followed my mouth with my hand, twisting and sliding it over his cock until once again his foreskin was bunched around the tip of my tongue.
Prudence tilted her head and sucked one of Hector's balls into her mouth. She tugged. He tensed and groaned. She kept pulling on his nut, her hand stroking the back of his leg, before easing the tension and letting it fall from her mouth. She brought her face close to mine. I took my mouth off Hector's cock and touched my lips to hers. Her tongue darted forward, danced with mine for a moment and then retreated. Mine followed and I took my turn tasting the inside of her mouth. As sweet as she tasted, I found myself wishing it was filled with Hector's cum. I broke the kiss and pushed Hector's cock toward her. She smiled and reached for him.
She swallowed him in one fluid motion. Hector gasped, "Fuck," and put a hand on her head. She pulled back, let him fall from her mouth, then slid her lips down the side of his shaft. I was about to fulfill one of my fantasies from earlier in the afternoon — I slid my lips down the other side of his cock, we locked eyes, moved in time back up his cock, and kissed again with his cockhead brushing against our cheeks.
I pulled Hector's cock toward me. I eased his foreskin back and began to flick my tongue over the "V" in his crown. "Lovely," Prudence sighed, and I felt her breath on my cheek. Lowering my head and, craning my neck, pressed my tongue to the base of his cock, where it joined his scrotum. I licked the underside of his shaft, pressing with both the tip of my nose and the flat of my tongue. When I reached the crown, I deep throated him, as smoothly, I hoped, as had Prudence.
We went back to caressing the side of his cock with our lips and tongues. We'd kiss when our mouths met at his crown. As greedy as I was, we took turns lapping up his precum. My respect for Hector's intelligence had grown as we worked through the physics problems. My respect for his control grew as we played with his cock and he held back his orgasm. I would have nutted ages ago.
After one of Prudence's kisses, I walked backward on my knees, toward the center of the mattress. I took Prudence by the hand and urged her forward. I was being presumptuous, taking the lead in their own bed, but she followed. I patted the bed and she laid down on her back. I moved to her side, tossed a glance at Hector standing beside the mattress staring at us, then bent over my knees to kiss her breast. Resting on the floor, there wasn't much movement in the mattress, but I could tell Hector had joined us, even before I felt his hair brushing against mine as he kissed Prudence's other breast.
She arched her back and pushed our heads away. "Too much, Jesus, too much," she whimpered. I rolled back, resting on one elbow. Across her luscious body, Hector did the same. "Pillow, mia amor?" She nodded. Hector twisted and grabbed one of the pillows at the top of the mattress. "Put your hands above your head," he whispered. Prudence did as he asked, and he placed the pillow atop her hands. Hector must have noted the confused look on my face. "The pillow is our version of a restraint," he explained. "We don't need cuffs and shit." He darted his head forward and kissed Prudence. "Right, babe?" She nodded. "None of that safeword crap, neither. If she wants me to stop, she takes her hands from beneath the pillow and that's it."
I nodded. He leaned over Prudence and kissed me. I kissed him back. I told myself to pay attention to every sensation. I was young but not completely foolish. Even at nineteen I knew I was in the midst of an experience that would never be repeated. Not that there wasn't the
chance that Prudence, Hector, and I would never have sex together again, I hoped that we would, but it would never again be the
