In the weeks we spent together we fucked in every combination that two men and one woman would allow.
Except for one—us taking her both at once.
Mrs. D wanted to keep that for the finale. She called it my going away present. Whenever she said it I was torn between anticipation and sorrow. I didn't want our time together to end. I'd left College so certain of myself, knowing exactly what and who I wanted. Now....I wasn't so sure. So many doors had been opened, boundaries crossed—who had I become and what did I want?
It was our last night together, I had a couple of more days left before I went back to college, but their kids were coming back the next day and Mrs. D said it had to end.
She'd done the room up in candles, so many that the room was bathed in soft flickering light. The scent of vanilla lay heavy in the air—a smell I would forever associate with sex.
We'd just finished our last nude swim and we were all naked when we entered the room. Mrs. D had one hand and he had the other. It felt like some sort of ceremony.
"Close your eyes Jacob," Mrs. D said.
They led me to the bed and lay me down. I heard the clink of glass and I wondered what they were doing and then warm scented oil coated hands covered me. Four of them. Mrs. D was at my feet, Mr. D at my shoulders. Fingers digging into me, melting my muscle. It was a luxury I'd never before felt.
By the time they turned me over I was putty—pliant and malleable. Happy for them to mold me however they wanted. They were both at my feet. Each held one, digging their thumbs into the arch. My groan of pleasure turned into a gasp of shock as I felt them both suck in a toe. It was like there was a direct line between their mouths and my cock. Each lick, suck and bite had my dick jumping.
Their mouths moved up my legs, discovering erogenous zones I never knew I existed. There was a spot just on the inside of my knee that when hit with a flickering tongue made me moan.
To my groaning disappointment they skipped over my eager cock—torturing me by kissing all around it. Then the mouths were at my chest, around my nipples, teasing, teasing until, in what could only be a coordinated strike, they simultaneously latched onto my nipples. The feeling of two mouths sucking at once had me arching off the bed like I was on marionette strings.
I was no longer pliant. No longer malleable. I was taut, rigid, ready and wanting. Mrs. D was at my ear. Her soft voice tickling me as she spoke, "You know what happens tonight, don't you Jacob. I get you both, at once."
I shivered at the thought and said, "Yes. I'm ready."
"Me too."
She straddled me. I felt her pussy rubbing bare on my cock—wet, hot silk. I wanted nothing more than to plunge bare into that wetness, but I heard the rip of foil and knew she was about to cover me in latex.
Using her mouth she put on the condom—the hot sucking heat removed some of the disappointment of being sheathed. Her grin wicked as she kissed my condom covered helmet.
I sucked in a breath in anticipation. She took her time mounting me, teasing my cock at her wet pussy, until finally she lowered herself down. With her pubic bone down to the root of me I started to thrust up. Little rocking movements that made her breasts jiggle and sway. I loved the feeling of her on top of me. I loved the look of those soft mounds moving in time with the thrusts of my cock.
I reached up and held one of her breasts. First feeling the weight and then teasing her nipple into a budding point. I felt her pussy clench around me as I tugged on that puckered bud.
Behind her was Mr. D, his hand in the cleft of her ass—his fingers bumping my cock inside as he lubed her. He cupped my balls a moment gently rolling them in his lube slick palm and I sighed out a pleasure filled moan.
She clenched tight around me as he entered, bringing her head down to kiss me. I fed her long sucking kisses as she stretched to accommodate us both. Through the wall of her pussy I could feel him slowly enter. The added pressure was intense. I didn't move and neither did she, until he was fully seated inside.
Mr. D kept pace. Slowly pushing and pulling, inch by inch in and out of her. I lay back and let the feeling ride over me. The slick walls of her cunt contracting, the pressure of his cock pushing against mine, her soft breasts on my chest and hard nipples brushing mine—the feelings, all of them. I wanted to remember them forever. Knowing this was the last time.
While I wanted it to last, wanted to stay in that feeling forever, it was too intense—for us all. Mrs. D was the first to tip over. The angle of Mr. D's thrusts pushed her clit hard against me. She cried out her orgasm. The sensation of her pussy and ass contracting all at once made Mr. D lose it. No longer did he slowly thrust, instead he arched into her like a madman. Pushing hard. I grabbed her hips to keep her steady. I still didn't have to move, my cock buffeted by his thrusts.
Again and again he thrust, until I could take it no more. I cried out my orgasm in an animal howl. My dick pulsed again and again. Coming. Coming hard.
Above us both I saw Mr. D. His face red, contorted in passion. His neck taut, muscles straining as he thrust out his own orgasm. Grunting his release, "Coming," he cried and then again, louder, "Coming!"
He slumped down hard. I liked the weight of them both but Mrs. D complained about being squashed so we all ended up laying flat on the bed. We lay there quiet for some time. So long that I think Mrs. D may have had a little sleep. Her breath became a soft steady sigh at my side.
There was no way I could sleep. I felt spent...and a little empty. Knowing this was the last time.
I wanted more.
One more time with him.
"Shower?" Mrs. D sleepily asked as she rolled against me.
"Yes," I said, grateful for one last time at seeing them both wet and naked.
She didn't turn on the bathroom light, leaving the room illuminated only by the soft glow of the light from the walk in robe. I was the last in the room and when I entered she was lighting some vanilla candles.
She looked angelic, her halo of red curls back lit by the soft candlelight. She held out her hand and took me to the shower. Mr. D was already in the water. I stood back and watched him for a while. Loving the way the water streamed down his body.
"He's beautiful isn't he?" Mrs. D whispered to me as we stepped inside the shower.
"I've never seen anyone like him," I replied honestly.
