Tara had been longing for the Thunderdome Threesome Night, we had planned. It had been a couple weeks, and she could hardly wait, but Bryan and I had a surprise. We met at the rink around 6 to dress, made our way back to their house and walked in together.
It didn't take her long to figure things out before she squealed, "Oh fuck...you guys! You're crazy, but I love hockey night. You know how to please a woman...I can't wait to have my two hot, hockey players!"
She was so excited, she handed us our beers and started things off, stripping off her t-shirt and shorts. She slipped off my shorts and hiked-up my jersey, to run her fingers over my chest and down the trail of hair that led to her favorite man-part.
Grinning all the while at Bryan, I tweaked her nips. "Bryan, this was a good plan!"
"A brilliant plan, dude."
"I really love it, guys...I have my own hockey team to play with!"
I looked down over her shapely curves, enhanced with the skimpiest of underwear; Tara's petite, but it was so tiny that it barely covered her tight, pink folds. I gently squeezed her tits, flicking my thumbs over the hardened nipples. At first, she moaned quietly, pushing her breasts against my hands. I leaned in to take one in my mouth, sucking the nipple as I flicked my tongue. Growing with the anticipation, I felt some beefy manhood inside my jock, straining for freedom. Gently using my teeth, I tugged her nipples and released them so I could watch that sexy bounce.
Knowing what was ahead, I moved lower to ready her pussy. Bryan and I planned to hat-trick her pussy, with three loads each. Pulling a hand from her breast, I ran it down over her soft, pale skin. Shifting her panties aside, I pushed one finger, then two, into the slit.
Feeling her arousal, I gently spread her open and pumped into the juice while Bryan got the lube.
Her tiny pink lips, protruding slightly, hugged my fingers; and when I parted the lips, the sight of her deep pink core made me rock-hard.
She moaned and grabbed the top of my head, "Mmmmmm...will you fuck me with your jerseys on...please?"
"So...you wanna ride some hockey players?"
Yeah...yes, I wanna ride my hockey players! I'm dying to ride my hockey players!"
We laid her back over the couch and Bryan smiled, "Me too, dude...but tonight it's T's turn!"
I grinned, "Tara...pussy! You need to focus, now."
Bryan smiled, "Dude, let a studly wing take over." Still working her pussy, he licked my fingers clean, once I pulled out. Quickly replacing them with his tongue, he certainly didn't disappoint; lathering her with attention only made her moans grow.
He licked through the tiny slit, swirling his tongue over her clit and probing as deep as his tongue could reach.
Desperate to have him satisfy her pussy, she held the back of his head and eagerly rolled her hips into his face. He doubled-down and planted his lips over her clit; encircling it with his mouth, he passionately sucked, essentially, giving her clit a blowjob.
I lost all control, driving my tongue into her mouth. Kissing her till she moaned, "Gimme that cock, sweetie...gimme cock."
I shoved the jock down under my balls. When it sprang free, it stood proud, the purplish head pointing to the ceiling. She instinctively reached out to worship the prize, carefully stroking and savoring; she quickly added her other hand, to work with both. Being swollen and rock hard, the veins stood out on the surface and her soft hands offered indescribable pleasure.
My head dropped forward, and I groaned, causing her to look up. I watched her eyes linger on the defined lines of my lean frame. Crazy with need, she leaned forward to plant a big kiss on the tip.
She kissed up over the entire length, before stretching her lips open and taking the head. Closing tight on the shaft, she took half and then backed it out to the very tip. Her tongue started swirling over the head, and she lovingly stroked, sliding it through her fingers.
"Yeah sweetie...yeah, swallow that dick...that's it...suck it...mmmm...that's it...yeah!" She was driving me wild and I was pushing my fingers through her hair, gently nudging her to take more.
After a few minutes of Bryan's tongue, her spit-soaked folds were warmed-up; he stripped off my jock and helped me climb on top of his wife (...or our wife). Grabbing hold of my dick, he stroked on lube; he used both hands to cover the entire shaft and carefully guided it to the tiny slit. We grinned at each other and I pushed inside, as he joked, "Dude, just hit the net."
"Where've I heard that before?"
"You two talk too much...its time you make me your hockey slut," she grinned.
I didn't think we talked too much, but she was right...it was time to make some hockey slut. I slapped the shaft down over her pussy a few times, before rubbing it, back and forth, over her swollen nub. Aided by wetness (and lube), I pushed forward to part her lips, again. I felt my dick throbbing, as it sank deeper and deeper into her body.
"There baby...that's the hockey player you need. You like?"
"Fuck yeah, I like...I love it!"
As I began to pump, she reached down to spread her lips and moaned, "Mmmmmm...that's so...so what I needed...yeah...mm...mm...mm...hockey-player cock!" She started to push back, wanting to feel the full length of my dick.
I scooted her to the edge of the couch and pounded my way to a release, "Fuck! Your pussy's amazing. Tara...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...it's tight...fucking smokin' hot!"
After exploring her mouth with his tongue, Bryan made his way to her breasts. She glowed, "Oh baby, I love that...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...love that...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...use me...use me...use my tight pussy!"
My pace increased until I was ploughing into her with all I had. Bryan watched with intense interest; my cock was a blur and she groaned with pleasure.
"Fuck, baby girl! Close already...so close...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...damn it...work that dick...work it with that pussy...yeah...yeah!"
