Larry was deep inside me, deeper by far than my husband Mart had ever been or ever would be able to go. Mart lay on his side, next to us, stroking his hardon while I was on my back, legs apart, and Larry on top of me in a perfect example of the missionary position. I was having difficulty hiding my enthusiasm with each measured thrust that Larry made. Mart has a satisfactory and normal sized manhood member at around 7 or so inches. Today, though, I was the recipient of at least 11 inches and I was enjoying it immensely. I had already had 2 orgasms and another was building.
I looked over to Mart but his eyes were riveted to my pelvis where Larry continued to thrust deep into me, then withdraw to the point that only the head of his dick remained inside. Then another thrust, followed by another, then another. Mart's eyes were glazed and he was breathing rapidly. I wondered if he was going to last long enough to take his turn after Larry finished. It looked doubtful.
I turned my attention back to Larry and his lovemaking. I opened my legs as wide as I could to make sure he had as deep an access to my womb as his long cock required. Not only could I feel him "hitting bottom" as the saying goes, but actually stretching it. Larry wasn't much thicker than Mart, maybe a little, so the walls of my pussy easily accepted his width, but the back of my womb was certainly not used to the attention. I briefly wondered how sore I would be tomorrow, but for now, I just didn't fucking care. All I knew was that I wanted Larry to nail me, flood me, and finish me.
I kiss him deeply, a further act of complete surrender. My orgasm was building and Larry's body began to tense and his thrust began to quicken. It looked like we were going to cum at the same time.
"Don't cum in her," I vaguely head.
"Cum in me!"
"Don't cum in her," I heard again, more distant this time as a fog began to overtake me.
"Cum," I groaned barely above a whisper as I involuntarily bucked my hips to meet his plunge.
His hip crashed into mine, the muscles of both our bodies locked us together as his dick achieved his deepest penetration, froze and began the contractions that would move sperm from his body and into mine.
The first squirt brought a flood of euphoria over me, the first of 6 waves. To my amazement, each of his contractions, also 6, was met with an orgasmic wave from me. It was a complete and total union. I can only describe it as perfect, so perfect that I knew that I would become pregnant from the act. At that moment I wanted to have Larry's baby. It was not to be, as I was on the pill. None the less, it was an intense experience.
Larry had collapsed on me, perspiration dripped from him. My skin was clammy. I felt flushed, but completely satisfied. His sperm was in me with nowhere to go. There was no journey for it to take. In my satisfaction I could sense, imagine millions of sperm at my egg, each fighting to be the 1st to pierce its membrane and begin the process of making a child.
The image was real enough that it nearly made me hyperventilate and I had to concentrate on controlling my breathing, and began to measure the amount of air I was taking in.
Eventually I looked over at Mart. This time his eyes met mine. I had difficulty sensing his thoughts. Hell, I was having difficulty sensing my own at the time. I looked down at his cock. It was soft. He had spent himself. I could see his spunk in a long trail that spanned the distance between us, some of which had actually made it as far as me. There were goblets of it on my hip and side. He certainly must have cum hard, very hard.
Larry was beginning to stir. His face, resting comfortably between my neck and shoulder, turned slowly in Mart's direction. "Sorry man," he muttered in reference to the complements he had placed inside me.
"Shit happens," was his simple reply. "You okay, Marty?"
I responded with a happy sigh.
Yup, that's us, Mart and Marty, and at the moment, with Larry. How had this come about?
Well, I'm no prude and certainly had not been a virgin when I met Mart, short for Martin. He was a young sergeant in the Army and I was drawn immediately to him for a quirky, odd reason. He had light skin, freckles, reddish blond hair, and as I would quickly discover, a huge sexual appetite. Me? I have light skin, freckles, reddish blond hair, and a huge sexual appetite. His name was Mart and mine is Martha, but everyone has called me Marty for as long as I can remember. Gawd! We could pass for brother and sister!
We fucked our first night. I was so hot to try him. He felt the same way. We had discovered earlier that there was no possible way we were related. We were from different states, no shared relatives, and had nothing in common in our backgrounds. We just looked like we were brother and sister. It was so awesome a feeling to do him. He shared the same feeling. It felt to both of us like we were doing something sinful. I guess I could best describe it as fucking your alter ego. As a result, we shared our thoughts more honestly than most couples do, or at least more honestly than I had with anyone previous guy. He told me, over time, his deepest secrets and I told him mine. The more we told each other the more we wanted to know.
