Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 03
 Chapter 1

Groggy and disoriented, Brian came slowly out of his deep sleep. His
eyelids seemed to be shackled with weights as he forced them open and
looked at the clock on the night table... 7:30 A.M. Turning over, he
saw that the bed next to him was empty and thought that Sara was in
the shower already.

He lay quietly in the comfort and warmth of his bed, gradually letting
the cobwebs clear. Suddenly, stark images of the previous night
flashed in his head. He sat up quickly and looked around the room,
unsure of what he was looking for. Then he took a deep breath and let
it out slowly before he fell back on the bed, rubbing his face in a
vain attempt clear his mind. For a second he thought that the images
were the aftereffects a sex dream. However, this dream didn't fade
like those dreams always do. Instead the images became sharper.

He remembered Sara lying on him in the dark room when the door
opened...

Suddenly, there were three people on the bed. Of course he knew that
it was Patrick but it didn't register immediately. The room was pitch
black. Sara was kissing him. His penis was snuggly lodged inside her
warm hole. He felt her pushing her hips down until he was all the way
inside. He could feel her vagina squeezing him in her velvet tunnel;
her sweet hole began to pulse and vibrate around his swollen shaft.
Then her body tensed. He felt Patrick straddling her hips, his feet on
either side of his legs.

"What's go..." he started to say. However, Sara's lips cut off his
words. Then, before he could comprehend what was going on there was
more movement and Sara, her lips close to his ear, grunted and sucked
in her breath.

He felt her vagina suddenly grow tighter around his shaft. Then he
felt friction through the thin membrane... something was sliding past
his penis. In shock and disbelief, he realized that Patrick was
entering Sara's ass!

His heart began to pound inside his chest and sweat beads formed on
his brow as he lay frozen... as if movement would somehow show his
acceptance of what was going on. This was more than he had bargained
for. He wanted to watch his wife with another man but not have sex
with her at the same time. He had never even considered such a thing.
Yet, his penis lost none of its hardness and, in fact, pulsed even
harder.

Suddenly Sara's normally tight hole grew even tighter and it felt like
a rubber band had just been wrapped around the length of his penis.
His mouth grew dry as he tried to control his rapid breathing. He
couldn't think of anything but the tightness surrounding his shaft.
The sphincter muscles of Sara's vagina squeezed him at the base of his
penis and he could feel her insides quivering around his shaft.

A second later the penis in Sara's ass began to move. 

An unintentional moan escaped Brian's lips when he felt the penis
sliding out and then back in.

The bedsprings squeaked as Sara's body was forced down onto him,
pressing them both heavily to the bed. There were whimpers and gasps
of pleasure coming from her lips. "Yes! Yes!" she moaned in an excited
whisper. "Oh God! Oh God!"

The weight from above continued to push Sara downward. As the penis in
her ass moved deeper, Brian's penis moved deeper, following the other
shaft, until both were totally encased in her body, side by side...
one on top of the other.

All three of them stopped moving. The darkness of the room surrounded
them, encasing them in an anonymity that made this perverse sex act
seem okay somehow.

Sara began to moan incoherently now, almost as if she were in pain.
Yet, she didn't move except for her heaving chest.

Seconds ticked by. All three of them seemed to be waiting for someone
to make the first move, someone to scream out, anything that would
indicated that it was okay to continue... or to stop.

Brian was the first to move. Gradually, his lower body began to lift
upward with a will of its own. He pushed his hips up, almost in
reflex, forcing the last fraction of an inch of his penis into Sara.

That was the signal that they were all looking for. 

Sara gasped and Patrick moaned. Then she lifted upward, allowing
Brian's penis to slip out until just the head was inside. This allowed
Patrick's penis to move the last inch into her anal canal. With a
grunt of pleasure she pushed back down hard to take Brian deep into
her vagina again. Patrick's slipped out until only the constricted
sphincter muscles held the head.

Not to be denied, Patrick pushed back in, encasing himself in her
warmth again. Brian pulled out.

Soon a rhythm began. As Brian's penis would go in, the penis in Sara's
ass would slip out. In and out... in and out. After a few missed beats
they began to move together. Suddenly they were like dancers moving in
perfect tempo. As Patrick pushed inside, Sara would gasp and Brian
would moan. Then Brian's penis would slip out and Patrick's in again.

Sara's gasps turned to whimpers of pleasure with each plunge of the
two penises. The large shafts stretched both holes like she had never
experienced.

Excitement consumed Brian. He bucked his hips upward and quickly
pulled back until just the head was inside. A second later he could
feel her rear hole being filled by Patrick. He waited an instant and
pushed inside again as Patrick pulled his penis out.

Sara was buffeted like a rag doll between the two men, pushed down by
the weight above and then forced upward by the hips below. She could
no longer control any movement... like a prisoner of passion. Her body
began to tremble as waves of pleasure consumed her. It didn't take
long for the incredible and surreal feeling to send her over the top,
hurtling her willingly into an amazing climax.

Brian knew the signs. Her grunts and moans spurred him on. His hips
began to lift frantically off the bed.

Suddenly the rhythm was lost and both of the men moved into her at the
same time, stretching her normally tight holes almost to the bursting
point.

The powerful contractions inside Sara's vagina were too much for
Brian. He pushed hard one last time. His penis throbbed and the head
expanded as his thick juice shot out of the pulsing shaft, ricocheting
off the slick walls deep inside her pulsing hole.

Patrick cried out in pleasure and he too pushed as deeply as he could
go. The throbbing of the penis in the other hole was too much for him.
With a scream of pleasure, he emptied the contents of his balls into
Sara's ass.

Brian was barely aware that his wife had stopped whimpering. He
vaguely felt movement on the bed as he drifted off. He was asleep
before the bedroom door opened and closed again.

Chapter 2

Brian shook his head as if to clear the images from his mind as he got
out of bed, his now stiff shaft bobbing in front of him. He staggered
to the bathroom and found that Sara wasn't there. He sat on the toilet
for a few minutes, waiting for his erection to diminish before he
could pee, contemplating what he was going to say to Sara after last
night. Then he stepped into the shower. A few minutes later he brushed
his teeth, shaved, and wrapped a robe around his still naked body.
Then, with just a touch of trepidation, he went to look for Sara.

He walked downstairs and started to turn toward the kitchen. On a
hunch he turned the other way and walked quietly toward Patrick's
room. When he saw that the door was slightly ajar, he hesitated.
Patrick's room was quiet. He started to turn back when he heard a low
groan. Suddenly his now wilted penis pulsed and began to harden. His
heart fluttered in his chest as he slowly moved toward the open door.
His hand was trembling as he pushed the door open a couple of inches
until he could see the dresser mirror at the foot of the bed. A gasp
escaped his lips and his eyes opened in shock: Sara was totally naked
and sitting on Patrick's penis. Her chest was pressed to his, their
mouths locked together as her hips worked up and down rapidly.

Brian stood transfixed as he stared at his friend's shaft slipping in
and out of his wife. It appeared wet and shiny and coated with Sara's
juices, indicating that they had been at it for some time.

He saw Sara turn her head to the rear and look over her shoulder into
the dresser mirror. A smile came to her lips when their eyes met. It
almost seemed that she had been waiting for him because she sat up
quickly and then settled down on Patrick's penis, taking it all the
way inside her. Then she reached up and lifted her hair from her
shoulders in a casual attitude. She began to move up and down rapidly,
taking his penis all the way inside with each downward thrust.

"Yes fuck me! Fuck me good," she gasped loudly, her breasts bouncing
up and down with her now frantic movements. She squirmed her hips and
thrust them back and forth like a stripper doing a bump and grind. She
moaned in pleasure.

Brian suddenly realized that she had set this up... that she had left
the door open on purpose and was in fact waiting for him. He felt his
face flush with excitement. He watched, mesmerized as his wife put on
a show for him. He looked back to the point where their sex organs met
and reached into his robe to pull out his penis. He could see her
swollen lips stretched almost to the bursting point by Patrick's fat
shaft. Slowly he began to move his hand up and down as he watched the
most exciting thing he had ever witnessed. He could see everything
plainly now. It wasn't dark and he wasn't looking through a dirty
window. It was exactly what he had wished for. His wife was being
"fucked" by another man and he was watching. Actually, it was his wife
that was doing the "fucking." And, it was apparent that she was
enjoying it. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping for breath. He
watched as she grasped her breasts and squeezed them. He saw Patrick's
hands reach for her waist to hold her in position as his hips began to
push upward.

Suddenly she turned again and looked into the mirror. Her lust filed
eyes glared at Brian as he stood frozen just outside the doorway. Her
lips curled into a pretty smile when she saw that he was masturbating.
Then she turned back toward Patrick and placed her hands on his chest.
She pushed herself upward until his penis slipped out and then placed
her feet onto the bed astride his hips until she was squatting with
the swollen head at her entrance.

Brian almost lost it. He had to stop stroking his penis for fear that
he might squirt onto the floor like some adolescent boy. The view that
he now had was beyond anything he had ever imagined. He could see the
long and very wet shaft poised at her pulsing hole. The skin on the
swollen crown was stretched until it was smooth and purple. The wet
and pulsing head looked almost angry. Sara's inner lips were hanging
open... swollen and quivering in anticipation.

Brian looked up at Sara's face and saw that she was still staring at
him. He held his breath as she stared into his eyes. Gradually she
began to move lower, taking Patrick inside slowly, inch by inch. She
held his stare as the shaft disappeared into her. When her buttocks
reached his thighs, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Oh Godddddd!!!" she moaned. Then she paused, holding him deep inside.
A second later she began to move up and down as if in slow motion,
letting the wet shaft slip almost all the way out before taking it
inside again.

Brian's hand moved up and down his shaft at the same pace that Sara
was moving. When she started to move faster, he moved his hand faster.

"Ohhhhh!!! Sara gasped. Soon she was bouncing up and down so fast that
she was almost leaving the bed with each upward movement. The room
filled with the squeaking of the bed and the sloppy squishing sound of
their sex organs colliding.

Brian could no longer see Sara's face. She hand turned back to her
lover and her head was bent. Her body began to tremble with the
unmistakable signs of climax.

Patrick's hips lifted from the bed and he let out a long moan. He
froze in mid air, lifting Sara's hips high.

Brian's eyes opened wide. He could actually see Patrick's balls pull
up to his body and then pulse. Suddenly he knew that he was climaxing
into his wife. As if he needed proof, several seconds later, he saw
white cream begin to run from between his wife's stretched lips and
trickle across his balls. Each time she lifted up, he saw more juice
on the shaft until their frantic movements turned it to a frothy
cream. Brian's head began to spin and it felt like his knees were
going to give out. He knew he had to get out of there or he would
squirt onto the floor. However, he forced himself to stay until he saw
Patrick's shaft begin to shrink and then slip from Sara's saturated
hole. A thick stream of white cream followed it.

Brian turned and hurried from the doorway.

Chapter 3

"Good morning," Sara said as she walked into the kitchen a few minutes
later.

Brian looked up from his paper. He was sitting at the kitchen table,
still in his robe, with a cup of coffee in front of him. For some
strange reason he wanted to appear casual to Sara. However, inside he
was anything but casual. His heartbeat had yet to return to normal and
his penis still throbbed between his legs, barely covered by his robe.
He saw that Sara was wearing a robe as well and knew that she was
naked underneath. He was also pretty sure that she had not had time to
clean up. "Would... would you like a cup of coffee," he said, trying
to disguise his nervousness. However, the flutter in his voice belied
his outward calmness.

"Yes, thank you," she answered and sat down.

Brian got up, got her a cup and sat it in front of her before taking
his seat again. He picked up the coffeepot to pour her some and tried
to keep his hand from trembling. The pot shook and he had to use his
other for support. He hoped that Sara didn't notice, however, she was
staring at him.

The two of them were silent for a few minutes. When the silence became
uncomfortable, Sara said, "Are you okay?"

"Uh... yeah... sure," Brian answered, not sure if that was true. He
picked the paper back up and acted like he was reading. After what
happened last night and what he had witnessed this morning he wasn't
sure how he felt. On one hand it was exciting and he knew that it was
what he had dreamed of for so long...at least up to a point. On the
other hand, he was having doubts for the first time. He worried about
his and Sara's relationship, not to mention his relationship with
Patrick.

"You don't sound okay," she said, looking at his face across the top
of the newspaper. She was a little worried now. Maybe she had gone too
far, too fast. It sounded like a good idea last night when she and
Patrick had hatched the plan. But that was in the excitement of the
moment. Now, in the cold light of day, she too had questions.

Sara got up and came around to Brian. She pushed the newspaper out of
the way and sat on his lap. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," he returned and they kissed. He could feel her warm
buttocks on his thighs and felt his penis throb. When their lips
parted Brian started to speak.

Sara placed her fingers on his lips to quiet him and said, "Let's just
take it slow. Everything is going to be okay." She squirmed on his lap
and felt his stiff penis under her. She smiled, knowing that
regardless of what his demeanor indicated, he was excited by what he
had witnessed.

The two of them sat quietly for a few minutes before Sarah got up and
said, "Let me get breakfast started. I thought we would do some sight
seeing today if it's okay. I know Patrick loves Civil War history so I
thought we would park out off of Route 50."

"It's okay with me," Brian answered.

In the other room, Patrick had just finished taking his shower and was
dressed. He hesitated when it was time to go out and face Brian. He
too was struggling with doubts now. Yet, he knew that they had gone
too far to turn back and that what they had started was going to be
played out. He also knew how he felt about Sara and wondered if he and
Brian's relationship would survive. There were no easy answers so he
took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and
into the kitchen.

"Hey Brian," he said.

"Hey," Brian returned, with forced cheerfulness.

"Eggs and bacon okay with you guys?" Sara said as she looked over her
shoulder at them.

"Sure," they both answered.

"Coffee?" Brian said, reaching over with the pot to pour Patrick a cup
before he answered.

"Thanks."

Sara walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. She bent
over and looked for the eggs and bacon.

Brian looked over Patrick's shoulder as Sara bent. Her short robe
pulled up to reveal the backs of her thighs almost to her buttocks. He
suppressed a moan when he saw her inner thighs glistening. She hadn't
cleaned up. His eyes lingered as his heart began to beat rapidly.

Patrick saw Brian staring and naturally turned to see what he was
looking at. Although he was very satisfied, the site of Sara bending
over brought a chill of excitement to him. When he turned back he saw
Brian looking at him.

In that moment something passed between the two men. It was a
message... a message that said everything was going to be all right.
Patrick smiled.

Brian's smiled back.

"So who do they say is going to be number one this year in the college
football poll," Patrick asked, referring to the headlines on the
sports page lying in front of Brian.

"Oklahoma," Brian said.

"All right!" Patrick said enthusiastically. 

With that comment the ice was broken and both men began to banter
about who was the best team.

Sara heard them and almost sighed in relief.

An hour later they were in the car, heading out for the day. Brian had
pushed up the armrest between the two front seats and Sara was sitting
between the two men, her thighs touching both. As they drove she
casually placed her hand first on Brian's thigh just below the hem of
his shorts and then on Patrick's.

Brian glanced over and saw her hand moving up and down Patrick's
thigh. At the same time she began to move her hand on his thigh.
Brian's penis hardened immediately.

Sara used her fingers to tickle under the hem of both men's shorts.
She knew that she was driving them mad and almost giggled. Then she
moved her hand upward, across the legs of their shorts, slowly moving
toward their groins. She squeezed their thighs, high on their legs,
just inches from the tents in their shorts.

As Sara grew bolder, Brian began to squirm in his seat. When her hand
reached his stiff shaft, he gasped quietly and tried to concentrate on
the road. He figured correctly that her other hand was on Patrick's
groin.

The short ride seemed to take a very long time. Brian wasn't sure
about Patrick but he knew that he was having difficulty keeping his
hips still and his eyes on the road. Several times he had swerved when
the tires hit the rumble strips on the side of the road. He was almost
relieved when he pulled into the parking lot of the Civil War park.

It turned quiet in the car as Brian shut off the engine. "Uh... I
think you have to let us go if we are going to get out," Brian said as
his eyes flashed from Sara to Patrick and then down at her hands.

"Sorry," she giggled before giving them one last squeeze. 

The three of them spent several hours walking around the beautiful
park. It was a restored battlefield, located along a mountain pass.
The views were breathtaking.

"It's so sad," Sara said as she peered over the stone wall to the
valley below. Brian and Patrick were standing next to her. A gentle
breeze ruffled Sara's short summer dress and swayed the tops of the
large trees in the forest below them. Beyond the trees were rolling
green fields where the South had charged the North in a fierce battle.
Thousands of soldier's, mostly young boys, had died that day.

"What's sad?" Brian asked.

"It's sad that so many men died here. And to think that they were all
a part of the same country." Sara placed her arms around the waist of
both men and pulled them close.

"It was an amazing time in our history," Patrick said. "I've always
wondered what our country would have been like today if the war had
turned out differently."

"It's probably good that we'll never know," Brian said as he stared
across the valley.

They could almost hear the screams of men and the sound of exploding
guns. The three of them stood there for a long time lost in their own
thoughts.

Finally Brian said, "I'm getting a little hungry. Should we get
something from the food court? It might close early on weekdays."

"I saw some picnic tables on the hill pastsed the parking lot," Sara
said.

They got hotdogs, sodas and chips and walked over to the picnic
tables. Because school had started, the park was mostly deserted.
There were a few tour buses in the parking lot and several cars but
otherwise the lot was empty. Sara sat between Brian and Patrick as
they ate.

When Sara finished she reached down and placed her hands on both men's
thighs again. A second later, without warning, she grabbed their
crotches. She almost giggled when they jumped at the same time. She
began to massage their soft penises through the leg of their shorts.
Still, they continued to eat as if nothing was happening. However,
Sara could feel something happening as their penises stiffened in her
hands. A smile came to her face. A second later she was opening first
Brian's pants and then Patrick's, pulling their now hard shafts out
into the bright sunlight.

Brain sat stiffly, tense, as he looked around the park to see if there
were any tourists near. He almost sighed in relief when he saw that
the tour buses had left and that there was only one other car on the
lot. A little moan escaped his lips when Sara started to pump her
hands up and down.

Sara leaned close to Brian and whispered, "Move back a little."

Brian's heart was pounding in his chest as he moved back. He saw Sara
look around the park briefly before her head dropped to his lap. A
moan escaped his lips when she began to suck him. Excitement raced
through him as he placed his hand on the top of her head and pushed
her down. He heard her gag but she didn't pull away. Instead he felt
her throat opening and his penis slipping all the way inside. His eyes
opened wide when he realized that she was taking him into her throat.
She had never done that before. Suddenly he could feel her lips on his
balls. It was only an instant before she pulled back, but she had
taken every inch of him. Then she moved up and down rapidly, taking
him all the way in each time she moved down. Brian had to fight the
urge to climax.

Before Brian could climax though, Sara pulled away and smiled up at
him. Her lips were wet and swollen. Then she turned and bent over
Patrick to take his penis into her mouth.

Brian caught Patrick's look of pleasure and surprise as she took him
into her throat as well.

After several minutes Sara pulled away from Patrick. She looked
disoriented and her eyes were swimming with excitement. She said, "I
have to have a cock in me."

Brian was amazed when she stood up and pushed him back further. She
turned to the side, pulled her dress up in back and reached for his
shaft. A second later his penis was slipping into her. "Sara," he
gasped as he felt her already wet vagina covering him. Although he was
nervous about being out in public, he didn't try to push her off.
Instead he sat with his eyes opened wide searching the park nervously.

"Oh God that feels so good," Sara gasped as she squirmed her hips in
order to force Brian's penis in as deeply at it could go.

Patrick looked over at Sara and smiled. She smiled back before turning
to kiss Brian passionately.

Brian was rapidly losing his concern for where they were. He could
feel Sara's juice running down his penis as she began to move subtly
on him. "God Sara," he whispered as his excitement grew.

When Sara felt that he was getting too excited, she abruptly lifted
up.

Brian moaned in frustration as his now very wet penis slipped out of
her and was left throbbing in the afternoon sun.

"We can't forget Patrick can we?" Sara whispered and turned to him.
With one quick movement she pulled her dress up again and sat on him.

Patrick gasped like Brian had done as he felt the velvet walls of
Sara's vagina swallow him. Sara had just begun to move when Patrick
grabbed her hips and held her still. A second later a middle aged
couple walked by. They smiled and said hi and continued to their car.

The couple got into their car and left, leaving only their car on the
parking lot.

Now that they were alone, Sara began to bounce up and down on Patrick
with abandon. She saw Brian watching excitedly but he looked a little
lonely. Suddenly, she leaned over and pulled his lips to her.

Brian moaned as her tongue went into his mouth. He could feel her body
responding to Patrick's now pumping hips. Incredibly he felt her
tongue moving in and out of his mouth in time with Patrick's movement.

Sara's eyes closed and she moaned into her husband's mouth. She could
feel the swollen head of Patrick's penis swelling inside her. She
squeezed her thighs together, tightening her vagina. The friction sent
an electric charge through her as she continued to kiss Brian. A
second later she began to tremble as a strong climax rushed through
her.

Patrick felt it and the corresponding clenching of her vagina. "Sara,"
he gasped in warning. He clenched his teeth and tried to hold his
climax back. But it was too late and he began to pump his cum into
her.

Brian kept Sara from falling as her body convulsed on Patrick's lap.
He saw the incredible look of pleasure on her face. His penis throbbed
with excitement as he held her and waited for his turn.

It took a few minutes for Sara to come down from her climax and regain
her composure. When she did, she smiled deviously at her husband
before turning to kiss Patrick passionately. Then she pulled from
Patrick, letting his wilted penis slip from her saturated hole and
moved over to Brian. Again she turned and lifted her dress. She
reached between her legs and grabbed his penis, bringing it to center
of her sopping hole. She moved the head back and forth between her
swollen lips before slipping it inside just a little. She paused.
Using the muscles in her vagina, she clamped down on the swollen head.

Brian moaned when he felt it. It was something she had never done
before. His heart pounded and his balls began to churn. He wanted
desperately to push into her. However, he knew that she was
controlling things so he waited.

Sara was beginning to breathe heavily again. Amazingly, her lips had
become so sensitive that she could actually feel the crown of Brian's
penis and the indented ridge that lead to his shaft. She worked her
muscles to clamp under the crown before lifting up just a fraction to
let them slip along the head.

"Do you want it?" Sara whispered to Brian. "Do you want your big cock
in my sloppy cunt?"

Brian gasped. He had never heard such nasty words coming from his
wife. It excited him. "Yesssss!!!" he croaked.

Sara smiled broadly and looked over at Patrick and winked. Then she
dropped her hips to his lap, taking his penis all the way inside.

Brian almost screamed in pleasure. Instead he bit his lip and hissed
through clenched teeth as he felt the warmth and wetness surround him.
Now he felt the tight muscles of her vagina clamping around the base
of his penis. At the same time, juice was running from her hole and
across his swollen balls. It was too much for him. He grabbed Sara's
hips and held her tight on his lap and let out a growl of pleasure. A
second later he was adding his sperm to her already filled cavern.

Chapter 4

The sexual tension was almost palpable as the three of them sat in the
clubroom watching television later that evening. It was the same room
where all of this had started several days earlier.

Sara had taken a shower and returned dressed in a very short Japanese
kimono. It was black silk and was imprinted with red dragons, spitting
fire. It matched her mood. Although she had climaxed multiple times in
the last twenty-four hours, she had never felt as horny in her life.
Just being around the two sexy men seemed to drive her mad with
desire. A look or a touch from either could set her on fire. She had
even masturbated in the bathroom after they had gotten home. At that
point she had attributed her excitement to the fact that she had gobs
of cum running out of her. Yet now, even after she had cleaned up, she
was excited again.

As they sat quietly, Sara began to run her hands up and down both
men's legs again. Then she leaned over and kissed Patrick as her hands
found his already stiff shaft. A second later she pulled away from
Patrick and turned to kiss Brian, using her free hand to grab him.
When she pulled away she looked from one lover to the other and
whispered, "Take your clothes off. I want you both naked."

The two men sat there shocked without moving. While Sara knew that
they were uncomfortable, she wasn't going to let them off. She knew
that this was a critical point. If they balked now... well, she wasn't
going to let that happen. "Come on, hurry," she said and squeezed them
for emphasis.

Brian stood up first and then Patrick. The men glanced at each other
and then down at Sara. They saw a determined look on her face.
Self-consciously they began to strip.

Sara sat back with a big grin of victory on her face. She looked from
one man to the other as they stripped in front of her. Her heart was
pounding with excitement as she watched them reveal their bodies. She
almost giggled when she thought; now you guys know how women feel when
men ogle them. However, she also realized that ogling wasn't bad. In
fact, it was pretty exciting.

Patrick's upper body was better defined than Brian's was but Brian's
legs were more muscular. Nonetheless, both of them were very well
built. The front of their shorts was tented with their erections.

Before the men could pull their underwear down Sara said, "Here, let
me do that." With that she reached over and placed her fingers into
Brian's underwear. Slowly she began to pull them down. She giggled
when his rampant penis got stuck in the elastic. When she pulled the
waistband out, his penis flipped up and slapped his stomach. She
giggled again.

Brian placed his hands self-consciously over his penis. Sara turned to
Patrick and slowly pulled his shorts down, letting his penis flip up
like Brian's had done.

Soon they were standing naked in front of Sara looking embarrassed
with their hands over their groins. "Come on guys, let me see," Sara
said.

Brian and Patrick looked sheepishly at one another. At the same time
they moved their hands.

"Oh my," Sara gasped as she stared at two very stiff and pulsing
shafts. Brian's was thinner and slightly longer. However, Patrick's
had a larger head and the shaft was very thick. Both were throbbing
and juice was bubbling from the slit. She stared at them for a long
time, comparing and contrasting them in her mind. Finally she decided
that she loved them both and grasped both in her fists.

The two men moaned and closed their eyes.

"Um... let's see... which one do I want to suck first," she teased. As
if it was a big decision Sara paused and stared at the two penises in
her hands. She worked her fists up and down, making the heads pulse
and swell even larger. "It's so hard to decide," she said.

Suddenly both men were trembling with need.

"I think I will chose Patrick's first," she said to herself as if the
two men were not standing there trembling. She bent her head and
opened her mouth to suck the head of Patrick's penis inside.

Patrick moaned. 

Brian stared. The juice on the head of his penis turned into a stream
and trickled across his wife's hand. He watched from very close as his
loving wife's lips stretched around another man's penis. He had not
gotten a very good view in the park today. This time he could see
everything plainly. Sara's eyes were closed and she had an almost
angelic like expression on her face. Brian had never seen her look
more beautiful.

Sara moaned as she sucked the swollen head. She could taste his sweet
pre-cum juice as it dribbled into her mouth. Her hand moved up and
down the shaft in a milking motion, squeezing out more sweet juice as
her head began to move back and forth. After a minute she pulled away
and looked up at her husband. A smile came to her face when she saw
the excitement in his eyes. "My goodness," she said when she looked at
the back of her hand. Brian's juice was running down to her wrist. She
pulled her hand away for a moment and used her tongue to lick the
juice. "Mmmm, your juices are very sweet." Then she opened her mouth
and sucked the head of Brian's penis inside her mouth.

With her hands working up and down the shafts again, Sara moved from
one man to the other, sucking and swallowing their pre-cum juice as if
it was from a sweet peach. She could feel her sex lips throbbing with
excitement as she teased them, working her fist on their shafts and
sucking the swollen heads.

Both men had their eyes closed and were rocking back and forth in time
with her sucking mouth or pumping hand.

After a few minutes Sara pulled her mouth away and held their shiny
penises up as if proud of her handy work.

It took a few seconds for the two men to open their eyes. When they
did, they saw Sara staring up at them, her pretty blues eyes flashing,
her lips slightly swollen and wet. "Brian, sit down," Sara ordered.
There was little doubt that she was in charge.

Brian followed orders and sat next to Sara. 

A second later Sara rose up, pulling her kimono up and straddling him,
facing Patrick. She heard Brian gasp as she sat on his penis, taking
it all the way into her in one movement. Then she pulled Patrick
closer and began to suck him again. Her head was spinning with
excitement as she sucked one and fucked the other. Suddenly, without
warning she felt her vagina begin to quiver. She moaned deep in her
throat as a strong climax rushed through her. She squeezed her legs
together and stopped sucking the shaft as she convulsed in pleasure.

Sara's climax lasted a long time. Each time she thought that it was
over she would feel the penis in her mouth or vagina twitch. That
reminded her of what a slut she had become and her climax intensified.

As Sara recovered she felt Brian twitching inside her and realized
that he was close. She abruptly stopped moving on him and then pulled
away, leaving his wet penis exposed in the low light of the clubroom.
Then she made the men switch places. A second later she was sucking
Brian and had Patrick inside her. Incredibly, Sara began to climax
again.

When she had recovered and before Patrick could climax, she pulled
away. Then she had the two men sit side by side on the sofa and she
knelt at their feet. For a long time she alternated between sucking
one and then the other, not letting either of them go over the top. It
was a delicate balance to keep them on edge for so long, but also
incredibly exciting. However, after a while she realized that they
were going to rape her if she didn't get them off soon.

Sara stood up and stripped off her kimono. She saw the excitement in
the two men's eyes as they stared at her naked body. She grabbed her
breasts and swayed sexily in front of them. Then she lifted one breast
to her lips and licked it with her tongue. She heard both men moan.
"I'm so wet, look," she whispered as she raised one foot and placed it
between them. She opened her leg wide and reached down with one hand
to spread her swollen lips.

Both men gasped again as they stared at her dripping hole. It was
literally running with juice from her multiple climaxes. The inner
lips were throbbing and hanging below her outer lips by several
inches. As they watched, a dribble of clear juice ran out of her hole
and began to drip from one lip.

Sara reached down and caught the sticky liquid in the palm of her
hand. Then as the men watched she slowly brought it to her breast. She
smeared the juice across the nipple before lifting the nipple to her
lips again. "Mmmmm," she moaned sensuously. Her face suddenly flushed
as she had a naughty thought. "I... I... want you both to cum... to
cum on me at the same time."

Brian looked at Patrick in shock.

"Please," Sara begged. It wasn't necessary to beg. She saw both men
smile. "Stand over me," she said and went to her knees.

Brian and Patrick rose and stood over Sara; their overheated penises
ready to explode.

Sara reached up and grasped both of them in her fists. She adjusted
her position until her face was just below the pulsing heads. Her eyes
sparkled as she looked up at the two pulsing shafts. She had never
done anything so wanton before. She smiled and began to pump her
hands.

"Jesus," Brian gasped as he watched his "sweet slut," masturbate both
of them.

The men were so excited that it didn't take long to reach their peaks.

Patrick was the first to go. He moaned and closed his eyes.

Sara felt Patrick's penis swell in her hand. She watched with her eyes
wide as the head grew larger than she thought possible. A little
squeal escaped her when a blast of hot cum shot from the slit and hit
her directly in the face. Before the next shot came out she heard
Brian moan on the other side of her. She turned just in time to catch
his first shot of cum square between the eyes. Suddenly a cascade of
cum was deluging her. It splattered on her cheeks, chin and forehead,
covering her face in the sticky fluid from their balls before thinning
out and dripping to her breasts. It seemed to go on and on until
barely an inch of skin on her face was free of the sticky semen.

Sara reached up and ran the palms of her hands over her face, smearing
the sticky cream across her cheeks. Then she ran her hands over her
breasts and down her stomach, leaving a trail of semen behind. When
she reached her vagina she paused. She looked at her two lovers as she
slipped two semen- covered fingers inside. Suddenly she began to
shutter as another climax rushed through her.

Patrick slept in his room that night, Brian and Sara in their own bed.

Chapter 5

Whatever thoughts were in Brian's mind as he walked into the kitchen
the following morning disappeared in an instant. His eyes opened wide
and he gasped. Patrick was sitting at the table with the chair pushed
back, his shorts were around his ankles and Sara was sitting on his
lap facing him. She had a robe around her but Patrick's hands held it
up on her back as she bounced up and down. Brian could see Patrick's
already wet penis as it slipped in and out of her.

For an instant Brian though of leaving, like he was intruding on the
two lovers. However, that thought quickly vanished. After all it was
his wife and his house. He casually walked over to the coffeepot on
the counter. His knees were shaking and his hand trembled as he poured
himself a cup. He turned around, feigning casualness, and leaned
against the counter. He stood for several minutes staring at the two
lovers, sipping his coffee. He only had on a pair of boxer briefs and
his excitement was apparent.

Patrick eventually opened his eyes and looked over Sara's shoulder at
him. He shrugged as if he had no control over what was happening.

Sara seemed to be lost in the moment and, if she knew that Brian was
behind them, she gave no indication.

Brian watched with rising excitement as his wife's movement became
even more animated. She used her feet to push herself up and down at a
frantic pace. Her juice was already dripping down Patrick's balls.
Within a few seconds she began to whimper and then gasp. Her body
tensed and she lifted up one last time before forcing herself down
hard, taking Patrick's penis as deeply as possible. Her feet rose off
the floor as she screamed and began to climax.


Patrick wasn't far behind and stretched his legs out as his hands
pushed Sara's hips down even harder. He lifted his hips and froze. A
few seconds later, Brian could see the sticky juice that was running
across his balls had turn whiter and thicker.

The room grew very quiet, except for the heavy breathing of the as the
two lovers. They remained connected for some time. Finally, Brian
cleared his throat to let Sara know that he was there.

Sara almost jumped up when she heard the noise behind her. She turned
her head and her face grew red and she looked somewhat embarrassed.

Brian was surprised to see her apparent embarrassment after all they
had done. However, her shocked expression changed to a smile when she
saw the tent in his boxer briefs. There was a large wet spot where the
head of his penis touched the white cotton.

Brian watched as Sara pulled herself from her lover and walked over to
him. Her robe was open and her breasts exposed. The soft skin leading
down to her large breasts was red from the whisker burns from
Patrick's unshaven face. The nipples were still hard and swollen from
being sucked and bitten. She looked like a woman that had been well
"fucked".

"Good morning," Sara whispered as she wrapped her arms around Brian.
She mashed her swollen breasts against his chest and her lips met his.

"Well at least two of us has had a good morning," Brian laughed when
they broke the kiss. He looked over his shoulder at his sheepish
friend.

Sara looked up at him with her pretty blue eyes twinkling and said, "I
can take care of that." With that she reached for his hand and began
to pull him from the kitchen. She turned and said to Patrick, "You
know where all the food is if you want breakfast."

Brian hurried to keep up with Sara as she pulled him behind her. As
soon as they were in the bedroom she turned and melted into his arms.
They kissed passionately, moving her slowly backward toward the bed.
As he moved, he kissed down her neck until he captured one hard
nipple. He heard Sara gasp and knew that they must be sensitive from
Patrick's workout. Instead of letting her off he sucked even harder.

He felt Sara grab his head and thought that she was going to push him
away. Instead she pulled his head harder to her chest.

"Suck my tits hard," she gasped. "Oh yes, oh yes!"

Brian did as she asked, sucking one nipple while he tweaked the other.
Sara began to tremble in his arms. Brian knew the signs of impending
climax. He sucked harder.

"Wait," Sara said pulling away from him. She quickly stripped off her
robe and climbed onto the bed. "Get naked."

It took one second for Brian to strip off his shorts and climb onto
the bed. However, when he tried to climb onto Sara, she held him back.

"Kneel between my legs," she said and reached down and placed her
hands behind her knees, pulling her legs to her chest.

Brian gasped as he looked down at her ravaged vagina. It was swollen
and sloppy. It had had quite a workout in the last couple of days.

Sara's hands slid down her thighs until her fingers reached her
swollen lips. Looking at Brian she pulled the lips open.

Brian's eyes grew wide as he looked at the obscene display before him.
Her hole was stretched wider then he had ever seen it and he could see
deep inside her. A little moan escaped his lips when he saw a pool of
juice. He looked back up at his wife with his eyes wide. It was
impossible to believe that this was his shy wife.

"Do you like my cum filled pussy," she whispered as she held herself
open. "Patrick filled me so good with his sweet sperm."

Brian started to speak but nothing came out but a shallow croak. 

The amazement was apparent on his face and Sara said, "How do you like
your "sweet slut" now Brian? I hope you're happy with what you have
created." She smiled lustfully.

"Jesus Sara," Brian finally gasped and he looked down again. He was
unable to tear his eyes away from the obscene display.

Sara got a pout on her face and said, "Do you still love me?"

"God yes! More than ever," he answered sincerely. "I just can't
believe how much you... you've changed."

"Me too," she gasped breathlessly. "You two guys are driving me mad. I
can't get enough."

Brian started to move between Sara's legs when she said, "Wait. I want
you to jerk off for me. I want you to do it slowly as you look at my
cum filled hole. This is what you wanted so I want you to enjoy it.
But don't cum until I tell you to."

Brian was far too excited to argue. He stared as Sara opened herself
even wider. Slowly he began to masturbate.

Sara smiled and slipped a finger into herself. Then she pulled it out
and rubbed some of Patrick's sticky cum on her clit. A little moan
escaped her lips and her hips jerked.

Above her Brian began to moan. His fist moved up and down excitedly as
he watched his wife pleasure herself using Patrick's cum as a
lubricant. "God Sara!" he gasped as his balls began to churn.

"Cum in my hole," she gasped and now used two fingers of each hand to
hold herself open. "Squirt your cum on top of Patrick's. Squeeze your
cock tight, let me see it swell."

Suddenly Brian's body froze and his eyes opened wide. He pumped his
hand up and down several times rapidly, aiming the head of his penis
at her stretched hole. Then he pulled the skin tight like he loved to
do, squeezing the shaft at the base. The head of his penis grew until
it was purple and his balls pulled up tight to his body. Then, as if
in slow motion, he felt the juice travelling up his shaft. He watched
the head of his penis pulse once. The slit at the tip opened wide and
a long string of his cum shot directly at her hole. It hit her clit
and then slowly trickled down and into the open hole. Before it was
gone, another blast flew out, this time directly into the opening. He
aimed dead center and squirted again. His penis pulsed repeatedly,
each shot finding and filling her opening. Gob after gob shot into her
stretched hole until it was bubbling over with juice. With a final
moan, Brian fell forward, slipping his still throbbing penis into the
overflowing hole.

Sara wrapped her legs around Brian's back and welcomed him into her.
Her hips lifted and she gasped as another climax ripped through her.

Brian whispered, "I love you, my sweet slut," as he collapsed onto
her. His penis throbbed several more times before it began to shrink.

When Sara could catch her breath she whispered, "I love you too." 

Chapter 6

A group of seagulls took flight as the large pleasure/fishing boat
pulled away from the dock. Patrick was at the helm sitting in a
comfortable captain's chair while Sara sat in the large chair next to
him. Brian was busy getting the fishing equipment ready. Brian had
borrowed the boat from a friend for the day, promising to have it back
before dark. Both Patrick and Brian were avid fishermen. However,
while Sara had little interest in fishing, she loved the water and sun
bathing.

It was a beautiful day with a gentle breeze and a crystal blue sky as
Patrick navigated the boat out of the harbor and into the open water.
The sea was calm and the day was unusually warm. The tide was going
out and the powerful boat moved with ease across the gentle waves.

Twenty minutes later the shore was a vague outline on the horizon.

"Okay, we're far enough out," Brian said and he walked up behind Sara.
"Take your top off."

Patrick turned from his duties, looked at Brian conspiratorially and
then smiled lecherously at Sara.

"You guys are something else," Sara admonished. Yet she felt a thrill
of excitement at the thought of being half-naked on the open water.
She had never done anything like this before but then again there were
lots of things she had never done until recently.

She sat up and looked around for any boats near enough to see her.
There were several small dots on the horizon but none close enough to
see them without very powerful binoculars. She looked at the two
leering men and shook her head as she reached behind her. She had worn
a conservative two-piece yellow swimsuit today. The top was a bit too
small and her large breasts almost overflowed. The bottom piece was
cut high on her hips and covered most of her sexy buttocks.

"Come on," Brian almost whined.

Sara unhooked the latches in the back with one hand while she held the
cups to her breasts. She feigned a look of admonishment. Then she
sighed in resignation and let the top fall from her breasts. Suddenly
she felt more naked sitting between the two men with her top off then
she did naked in her own shower.

Both men's faces lit up with smiles. 

"Nice," Patrick said.

Brian who had stepped close behind her reached around and cupped both
mounds of flesh in his hands. He bent his head and kissed her neck.

Sara felt a bolt of electricity rush through her and she squirmed on
the seat. Her nipples hardened as Brian began to tweak them. "I
thought you two guys came out here to fish?" Sara said as she pulled
Brian's hands from her breasts.

Brian looked at Patrick and said, "Did we come out here to fish?"

"Not just to fish," Patrick answered as he lustfully stared at Sara's
exposed breasts.

Then, both men laughed and Sara's face flushed. It was amazing, even
to her, that she could still be embarrassed by the stares of men.

"Everybody ready for a beer?" Brian asked.

"Great," Patrick said.

"I'll have a glass of wine," Sara said.

Brian returned with a bottle of beer for Patrick and the wine for
Sara. The three of them stood on the deck and enjoyed the sea breeze
and the beautiful day as the boat headed further out to sea. Sara sat
on the high captain's chair with her shoulders back, her chest pushed
out proudly. It was exhilarating to feel the tingle of fresh salt
water on her naked skin.

A short while later, Patrick checked the radar and saw that they had
reached the site of an old shipwreck. The owner of the boat told them
that it was a secret place he had found where the fishing was
excellent.

"I think we're here," Patrick said. "Get the anchor."

Brian hurried to throw out the anchor and Patrick shut down the
engines.

Suddenly in their excitement the two men forgot about their half-naked
lover.

Sara watched with a smile on her face as they rushed around like young
boys.

They grabbed their fishing poles and attached them to the deck locks.
Then they baited the hooks and tossed the lines into the water. A
minute later they were sitting on the fishing chairs at the back of
the boat with their lines in the water and beers in their hands.

Sara placed a padded mattress on the deck behind the two men and sat
down to enjoy the sun. She took a bottle of coconut tanning oil from
her bag and covered her legs and upper body, paying special attention
to her more than sensitive nipples. Since she had never sunbathed
without a top on she knew that she would need to be careful or risk
burning her nipples. However, she was one of those people that rarely
got sun burned.

As Sara settled in, the two men grew silent, relaxing in their chairs
and drinking their beer. The boat swayed gently and sea birds circled
above. All was silent but for the calls of the seagulls and the snap
of the flag flying above the boat.

A short while later, Sara broke the silence when she asked,
"Gentlemen, would one of you guys mind putting oil on my back for me?"

Both men had been lost in the moment and jumped at the sound of her
voice and they turned in their swivel chairs. Sara was sitting on the
mat with a pretty pout on her face holding the bottle out to them.

Patrick smiled and said, "I'll take care of that." He practically
jumped off his chair and snatched the bottle from her hand. As Sara
turned and lay down on her stomach, Patrick knelt beside her.

Brian turned back to the fishing lines. 

A little thrill went though Patrick as he stared at Sara's smooth
back. His eyes wandered down to her sexy buttocks. The bottom of her
bathing suit had pulled between the cheeks of her buttocks on one
side, exposing almost the entire cheek. He felt himself getting
excited.

"Are you going to do it or stare at me all day?" Sara laughed without
looking back at Patrick. She could feel his eyes on her.

"Sorry," Patrick said as his face turned red. He poured oil onto her
back and began to gently massage it in. When her back was covered he
moved to her legs, taking his time on her upper thighs. Soon her back
and legs were shining in the bright sun. Patrick had an erection.

Brian was scanning the horizon and enjoying the view when he heard
something behind him. He turned around and gasped at what he saw.
Patrick was on his knees between Sara's legs with his mouth between
her legs. He had pulled the crotch of her suit aside and was licking
her. Sara's eyes were closed and she had her hands on the back of
Patrick's head.

Suddenly Brian felt a tug at the fishing pole. He had a bite. The line
hissed as the fish swam away in panic. Brian grabbed the pole and
tried to reel the fish in. However, his mind was no longer on fishing.

On the deck behind him, Sara had wrapped her legs around Patrick's
neck and was pushing her hips into his sucking mouth. Her oil slick
body squirmed around on the mat as pleasure coursed through her. She
could feel his talented tongue dip into her dripping hole before
pulling out to worry her swollen clit. The feel of the sun, the smell
of the coconut oil, the sea breeze drifting across the boat and the
wantonness of having sex out in the open brought Sara's to her peak
almost too quickly. Her body tensed and she bucked her hips into
Patrick's sucking mouth. A long moan escaped her lips as she climaxed.

Brian was still fighting with his line when he heard the moaning. He
turned and saw Sara coming down from her climax. At the same moment,
Patrick's line began to hiss. "Hey, I need a little help here," he
cried.

Patrick pulled his wet face from between Sara's legs with a look of
surprise. Suddenly he realized what Brian was saying and jumped up. He
rushed over to grab his pole.

Sara barely realized what was going on as she sighed in the afterglow
of her climax.

A few minutes later the two men had the situation under control,
pulling one fish in and losing the other. Brian looked over his
shoulder and saw that Sara was asleep. She had not moved the crotch of
her suit back and her shaved sex lips were still exposed. "Excuse me,"
Brian said and got off the chair.

Sara's eyes flew open when she felt a mouth between her legs again. A
low moan escaped her lips as she spread her legs wide for him.

Brian smiled as he began to suck his wife's juicy lips. He went at it
with a vengeance, almost as if it had become a competition. He wanted
to show that he was as good as Patrick at oral sex. He lifted her hips
and buried his mouth in her warm flesh. He plunged his tongue deeply
into her before pulling out to lick the clit. Then he opened his mouth
wide and sucked both the outer and inner lips into his mouth while at
the same time working his tongue over the swollen flesh.

Sara was surprised at Brian's skill. She had always assumed that he
wasn't crazy about eating her. However, now he was showing that he was
every bit as good as Patrick. Sara moaned and let him please her,
lifting her hips to his ravenous mouth.

Suddenly Brian pulled his mouth from between Sara's legs. He pushed
her legs up and spread the cheeks of her ass. With an animal like
groan he dropped his mouth until his lips were on her puckered rear
hole. His tongue came out to circle the little star. Sara gasped and
squirmed under him. Then she felt him pushing his tongue inside. She
couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Brian was going to stick his
tongue up her ass.

However, that's exactly what he did. He pushed hard until her
sphincter relaxed and let him inside. When he pulled out the little
hole snapped shut. But he forced his tongue back in as he pulled her
cheeks further apart. From somewhere far away he could hear Sara
screaming. It almost sounded like the wailing of the seagulls.

It wasn't only Sara that was surprised by his actions. Brian couldn't
believe it himself. Until she had told him Terry had done this, he
never considered it. Now he realized how exciting it was. His penis
throbbed and his head spun with excitement as he plunged his tongue in
and out relentlessly.

Sara's body bucked and twisted in excitement. She gasped for breath. 

When Brian felt Sara's reaction he doubled his efforts. Her thighs
squeezed his head and her body began to tremble. "Oh
Jessssssssuuuuussss!!!" Sara screamed as an incredible orgasm rushed
through her. Her body thrashed on the mat until she slipped off onto
the wooden deck. She held onto Brian's head with her legs as her body
slid on the deck.

Brian moved his mouth back to her vagina. 

"Oh my God, I'm cummmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggg!!!!" she screamed.

Suddenly Brian's mouth was deluged with her sweet juice. It actually
squirted out, surprising him. He might have pulled away but Sara's
legs held him tight.

Brian continued to suck her now juicy hole, not letting her vagina
slip from his mouth until she collapsed in exhaustion. When he finally
pulled away, his smiling face was soaked. He helped Sara get back onto
the mat before leaning over and kissing her lips tenderly. "Was that
good?" he asked rhetorically.

Sara just rolled her eyes and smiled weakly. "Can you get me another
drink?" she asked in a weak voice.

"Sure," Brian said as he got up. His shorts were tented with his
erection. He poured her another large glass of wine and handed it to
her. Then he went back to join Patrick. "Your turn," he said to
Patrick with an almost smug smile.

Patrick had watched the two while keeping control of the fishing
lines. His penis had not gone down since he had eaten Sara. He got up
and went over to Sara. As he stared down at her, he put his fingers
into his swimming trunks and slowly pushed them down. He saw Sara's
eyes light up as his throbbing erection appeared. Then he knelt on the
mat next to Sara's face. He lifted her head and brought his penis to
her lips.

Sara smiled and opened her mouth to suck him inside. "Oh yes, suck
me," Patrick moaned loud enough for Brian to hear. He wanted Brian to
know that Sara was sucking him. As his hips began to move back and
forth, he glanced over and saw him looking at them. In response he
pumped his hips harder and moved Sara's head back and forth. A low
moan escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. He was still very
excited from eating her and was concerned that he would cum too
quickly. Reluctantly he pulled away and lay down next to her. He
pulled her slippery body to him and kissed her lips forcefully. Then
he moved until he was on top of Sara, her slick breasts slipping under
his strong chest. Their lips mashed together again as Sara's legs
wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck me!" she hissed.

Everybody heard that.

Quickly, Patrick pulled away and slipped the bottom of her suit off
and tossed it aside. Then he lowered himself slowly, placing his
raging erection at the entrance to her wet hole. He let the head of
his penis slip just inside.

Sara's legs pulled at his waist and she groaned as she tried to get
him to enter her.

Patrick resisted. He moved his hips in circles, teasing her, watching
the pleasure on her face. "Do you want my cock? Do you want me to fuck
you while your husband watches? You know he's watching don't you?"

"Yes," Sara gasped. "Please fuck me."

Patrick pushed his hips downward in one quick movement until he was
all the way inside her.

"Ahhhhhhhheeeee!!!" Sara cried out.

Brian stared at Patrick and his wife. He watched Patrick's naked ass
begin to move up and down on his wife. He could almost feel her sweet
hole wrapped around his penis.

Patrick's hips began to move slowly, forcing his shaft in and out of
her willing hole. Sara grabbed his ass and dug her fingernails into
his buttocks. Suddenly he knew that she didn't want any preliminaries.
She wanted to be "fucked". With a moan Patrick began to pound into
her. If the boat had not already been rocking from the waves, their
movements would have done it.

Brian ignored the fishing lines as he watched Patrick and Sara. He had
to admit that Patrick was working her over pretty well. The noise from
their slapping sex organs matched the sound of the waves around the
hull of the boat.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sara screamed.

Patrick did his best, pounding into her until it felt like his balls
were going to explode. It took quite some time for him to reach his
peak. "Sara, Sara," he gasped, "I'm close."

"Yes! Yes! Cum in meeeeeee!!!" Sara screamed as another climax took
her.

Patrick groaned and his balls unleashed his pent up cum. It filled her
hole until it squeezed out the sides, splattering across her thighs.

Finally Patrick collapsed onto Sara's still trembling body. Then he
slid off and slowly got to his feet. For a moment, the movement of the
boat or exhaustion made him sway. He knelt down and kissed Sara
tenderly before going back to his chair and almost falling into it.
"Your turn," he said to Brian with a tired smile. His tone was less of
a challenge and more of "see if you can satisfy her-I've tried."

Brian stared at Sara lying spread out on the deck. There were beads of
sweat all over her oiled body.

She smiled and opened her arms to him. A second later he was off the
chair and kneeling between her legs.

"Please," she whispered as she opened her legs and squirmed on the
mat.

An animal like moan escaped from Brian's lips as he dropped between
her legs and slipped inside her saturated hole in one quick movement.
Her warmth and wetness surrounded him. "Oh God Sara," Brian gasped as
his hips began to work into her. Fortunately, because he had climaxed
so many times in the past couple of days, he had a little stamina. He
felt like he could pump into her wet hole for a long time.

However, Sara had other ideas. She pushed his hips away until his
penis slipped out of her.

"What?" he asked looking down at her in surprise.

She looked up at him with her eyes filled with lust. There was almost
a crazed look on her face. She whispered, "Fuck my ass!"

"Oh my God," Brian gasped and closed his eyes, trying desperately not
to climax right there and spoil it. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I had your tongue, now I want your cock in my ass." With that
Sara flipped over and got onto her hands and knees. She looked back
over her shoulder and swayed her buttocks at him.

Brian stared at her unbelievingly. Not only couldn't he believe what
he was hearing, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Please," Sara pleaded.

With trembling hands Brian opened the cheeks of Sara's sexy ass. Her
tiny rose almost winked at him. He felt his penis throb as he moved
forward. A groan escaped his lips as he slipped his penis into her
sloppy hole again to get it wet. When he pulled out it was dripping
with juice. He placed the head at her tiny rear hole and
hesitated-worried that it was never going to fit.

"Fuck meeeee!!!" Sara hissed as she reached back and spread her cheeks
as wide as possible.

With a deep breath he pushed his hips forward. The lubrication on the
head of his penis helped the swollen crown to slip inside.

Sara gasped but didn't pull away. Instead she continued to hold her
cheeks apart and pushed back at him. She grunted. Her face was turned
to one side and pressed against the mat. Her eyes were closed tight in
concentration.

Brian pushed forward hard again. "Ohhhhhhh!!!" he gasped as the head
slipped deeper and the walls of her anal canal caressed his shaft.
Brian had never felt anything so exciting. His penis felt like it was
encased in a silk glove. The muscles of her canal caressed him,
sucking him deeper, almost squeezing the cum prematurely from his
balls. When his balls finally touched her vagina he had to pause or
risk cumming. He was all the way inside her ass.

Now Sara was gasping for breath. Her hips swayed back and forth, side
to side, and her knees were spread open obscenely... she felt
incredibly exposed and sluttish.

Brian pulled his penis half way out and plunged in again.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" they both moaned.

Soon his hips began to work in and out, forcing grunts from Sara's
lips. She pushed back with each plunge, taking him as deeply as
possible. She could feel the swollen head rubbing against her anal
walls as it moved in and out.

Suddenly Brian pulled all the way out. "Open your ass for me Sara," he
ordered. "I want to see that little asshole stretched wide."

Sara sucked in her breath and she reached back again and pulled her
cheeks apart. Amazingly her asshole opened to the size of a silver
dollar. She held it like that.

Brian's mouth opened in amazement. He had never seen anything like it.
Sara's normally tiny hole was opened wide enough for him to see deep
into her canal. He could see the walls pulsing.

"Fuck it! Fuck my big asshole," Sara screamed.

With an animal like moan Brian plunged back in. The large head of his
penis easily breached the opening and slid deep into her. The walls
closed tight around his shaft. "God Sara, I can't take it," Brian
moaned.

"Cum in me! Cum in my asssssss!!!" Suddenly Sara's body tensed. The
muscles in her ass squeezed the shaft tightly. "Briannnnnnnnn!!!" she
screamed as her body began to convulse.

Brian pushed in as deeply as he could go and froze. He threw his head
back and screamed. His cum rocketed down the shaft and blasted into
her hole. It felt like his head was going to explode. The world around
him began to spin out of control as he poured everything he had into
his wife's willing asshole.

Brian and Patrick sat on their chairs with beers in their hands.
Behind them Sara was lying exhausted on the pad, still on her stomach
where Brian had left her. Her legs were spread carelessly, exposing
both of her holes. Her eyes were closed but there was a contented
smile on her face. Cum was running from both of her ravished holes.

The two men looked down at Sara.

"It doesn't get any better than this," Brian said as he held his beer
up to Patrick.

Patrick smiled and tapped his bottle against Brian's. "I don't know
how it could," he answered.

Suddenly Brian's fishing line hissed and began to reel out. An
incredibly large fish jumped out of the water. It was hooked on the
line and it twisted and turned high above the water before plunging
back in with a splash.

The men looked at each other and Brian said, "I think it just did." 

Chapter 7

Sara had a long silk robe wrapped around her and was standing outside
Patrick's bedroom door. Underneath the robe she wore a white corset
that lifted her breasts and left the top half exposed with the tips of
her nipples just peeking over the top. She also had on a pair of
matching panties, lace garter belt, stockings, and four-inch high
heels. It was Patrick's last night before he was to fly home. Although
he promised to seriously consider moving east to be with them, it was
going to take a few months at best. Sara didn't know what she was
going to do without him. She had quickly gotten used to living with
and pleasing two men. They had made love at least once a day, if not
two or three times, since that first night.

Tonight they were supposed to go out to dinner to celebrate Patrick's
last night. However, she and Brian had decided that the night should
be for Patrick and her. In fact, Brian had insisted. It was to be a
surprise going away present for Patrick.

Sara wiped a tear from her eye and tapped on his door. It took a
minute before Patrick opened the door. He stood wet from the shower
with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Sara," he said with a surprised look on his face. "I thought... I
though we were... were going out first?"

"I know but Brian and I agreed that I should spend the night with
you... just you and I. We thought maybe I could convince you to move
out here with us," Sara said with a hopeful smile.

"I said I would think about it. You know there is a lot to think
about. My job, my house, all kinds of things... not to mention that I
might become a third wheel. You and Brian have your own life."

"Don't Patrick. You know that both Brian and I want you to be here
with us. We know that someday you will find someone but until then...
please!" Sara stopped, her voice choked up and the tears began to flow
again.

Patrick reached out and pulled Sara into the room and into his arms.
"Sara, you know I care deeply for you, don't you?" he said as he
looked down at her tear-streaked face.

"Yes," she whispered and turned her face to the side and pressed her
cheek to his still wet chest. She sobbed.

"I'll think about it, but not tonight," Patrick said and pushed the
door closed with his foot. Then he lifted Sara's face and wiped the
tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. They stared at one another for
a long time. Slowly Patrick brought his lips to hers. Their mouths
opened and their tongues began to duel.

Sara moaned deep in her throat. Suddenly all the sadness was forgotten
for the moment. She began to get wet. She pulled away and whispered,
"Tonight I'm yours. I want you to cum in every hole I have. I want to
remember this... remember this forever."

"That's a tall order, but I think I can do it," Patrick answered with
a smile and he pulled her tight to him again and hugged her. Then he
gently pushed her back and opened her robe, letting it drop to the
floor. He stared at her sexy attire. "God you're beautiful," he
whispered.

"Thank you," Sara said and began to kiss his chest, her tongue licking
the beads of water from his skin. She moved her lips to his nipples
and gently bit them.

Patrick moaned and he rubbed her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of
her soft lips on his nipples. He didn't try to stop her when she began
to work her lips lower. He let her go lower until she was kneeling at
his feet.

She looked up at him and said, "Is this where you want me to start?"
Without waiting for an answer she opened his towel and dropped it to
the floor. His penis was about half-hard and growing.

"Mmmmm," Sara moaned as she lifted it and sucked it into her mouth.
She felt the blood flowing into it, making it swell in her mouth. Soon
it was fully hard and filling her mouth. She held it and looked up at
Patrick. Without taking her eyes from his she moved her head forward,
taking the shaft deep into her mouth. When the large head reached the
breach of her throat she took a breath through her nose and pushed
forward again. She fought the urge to gag as the large crown stretched
her throat and began to go deeper.

Patrick groaned when he felt the head slip into her throat. His eyes
never left hers as his penis disappeared. He saw her eyes swimming
with lust as inch after inch went down her throat until his balls
touched her chin. He saw tears trickle from the corners of her eyes
but he didn't think they were from sadness. He felt her gag but she
didn't release him. Then he felt her hands on his thigh, pushing him
back. He moved his hips back until the head was in her mouth again and
heard her take a breath. However, she quickly pulled his hips forward,
forcing his shaft back into her throat.

Sara closed her eyes finally and pushed Patrick back and pulled him
forward again.

Patrick got the idea and began to push in and out of her mouth. Each
thrust forward was stopped momentarily as her throat adjusted. He
could feel her throat muscles working up and down his shaft as she
swallowed him. It felt like a fist was squeezing his shaft. Far too
soon, Patrick could feel his balls begin to churn. He closed his eyes
and began to gasp for breath. He felt a tingling in his toes that run
up his legs. His head began to spin. He didn't want to cum this quick
but when he tried to pull away, Sara pushed his hands from her and
moaned. He got the message... Sara wanted him to cum deep in her
throat.

"Oh Jesus Sara," Patrick gasped as his body began to tremble. He
wanted to move... to thrust his penis into her mouth... yet it felt so
good where it was. He stood frozen with only the movement of Sara's
throat on his shaft. She was milking him... milking him with her
throat. Patrick began to gasp for breath. He could feel his semen
began to churn in his balls and then begin to rush up the shaft. He
could feel the head expand and his cum flowing out of him. Her throat
reacted by squeezing his shaft in reflex. It was a strange feeling. It
seemed like his cum wasn't leaving his body... almost like Sara was an
extension of his body. It was incredibly erotic.

Finally, when Patrick's penis began to shrink, Sara let it out of her
mouth. When it did, a trickle of sperm dripped from the head and
remained on her lip. It was the only visible sign that he had
climaxed. She licked it away with her tongue as if she wanted proof
that he had actually cum. She had felt it flowing down his shaft but
she hadn't tasted it. She missed tasting it. Still, having him cum
deep in her throat was very exciting.

Patrick pulled Sara to her feet and kissed her lips. Then he pulled
her over to the bed and sat her down. Slowly he went to his knees. He
moved between her thighs and lifted her legs and placed them over his
shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed. He pulled the pillows from
the bed and placed one under Sara's hips and one under his knees. He
was going to take his time and didn't want pain in his knees to slow
him down.

Patrick began to kiss up Sara's thighs. As he neared her vagina he
could smell her excitement. He could see that the crotch of her
panties was soaked. He licked the soft material gently, teasing her
swollen lips underneath. Then he sucked the material into his mouth,
tasting her juice. A moan escaped his lips. He pulled the crotch aside
and gazed down at her swollen sex. It was truly beautiful. The inner
lips were swollen and puffed out of the larger outer lips like the
petals of a flower. He flattened his tongue and ran it between the
lips, gathering up her thick sex juice. A moan escaped his lips as her
juice slid down his throat. With a growl he buried his face in her
crotch.

"Ahhhhhheeeee!!!" Sara screamed as Patrick's sucked her sensitive lips
into his mouth. She bucked her hips up attowards his face.

Patrick pulled away and heard a moan of frustration. He smiled and
began to tease her lips, licking up one side and down the other. He
opened the swollen lips with his fingers and found her clit. It was
swollen and larger than he had ever seen it. The little nub stuck out
like a miniature penis. It even had a little crown to it. First, he
blew warm air on it and felt Sara shiver. Then he licked around it,
teasing the edges. Sara was moaning continuously now and squirming so
much that he had to hold her legs tight to keep her body still. He
opened his mouth and sucked it inside, pulling it deep into his mouth.
His tongue pressed the nub to the roof of his mouth.

Sara began to buck her hips and shiver like she was having a fit.
Suddenly her body lifted up and she grabbed Patrick's hair in her
fists. "Jesussssssssss!!!" she screamed and began to convulse.
Suddenly it felt like floodgates had opened and she began to squirt
her juice into Patrick's surprised mouth. Sara couldn't comprehend
what was happening to her. Her body became one massive orgasm. Every
nerve was on fire. She twisted and turned as her climax consumed her.
Slowly darkness overtook her and she stopped moving.

When Patrick pulled his mouth from Sara's vagina, he was wet from his
nose down to his stomach. He wasn't sure what had happened but he was
sure that Sara had had a tremendous climax. When he looked up at her,
he saw that her eyes were closed and her body was limp. He became a
little worried when she didn't move. He could see her chest moving up
and down but there was no other movement. He went to the bathroom and
got a cold cloth and placed it on her head.

It took a few minutes for Sara to come around. When she opened her
eyes she saw Patrick looking at her with a worried expression on his
face. She smiled and opened her arms to him. "That was incredible,"
she whispered as she pulled him onto her.

"I was a little worried," he said.

"That's the second time that has happened," she said, referring to her
squirting. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, I loved it."

She pulled his lips to hers and they kissed for a long time, their
passions growing again.

"I want you in my cunt now," Sara said nastily. "I want you to fuck me
as hard as you can, for as long as you can."

Patrick was already hard. He pulled her up and had her get onto her
hands and knees. He got behind her and knelt. As he looked at her sexy
ass barely covered with the panties, he felt his penis throb. He
pulled the strip of material aside and moved his penis to her
entrance. With one quick shove he went into her to the hilt.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!" Sara cried as she felt his penis moved swiftly through
her lips and hit bottom.

Without waiting for the okay, Patrick began to pound into her. His
hips were a blur as he moved in and out with great speed. The slapping
of their bare skin echoed throughout the room. Soon, Patrick broke out
in a sweat as he moved his hips in and out rapidly.

Sara was pushing her hips back at him just as hard. "Fuck me hard!!!"
she screamed.

Patrick did as she asked. Over and over he slammed into her until her
juices were smeared all over her thighs and his. When his knees got
tired he rolled her over until they were lying on their sides. He
lifted one leg and worked his penis into her rapidly from behind. Then
he pulled her over and had her sit on him.

Sara sat up with her back to Patrick. She turned and smiled over her
shoulder at him and began to bounce up and down.

Patrick looked down and saw his penis slipping in and out of her
dripping hole. Her sexy lips were stretched wide and almost turned
inside out each time she raised up. He knew that he would never grow
tired of that sight.

The room was filled with their cries of pleasure and the slapping of
wet flesh.

"Sara, I'm getting close," Patrick warned after they had been at it
for almost forty-five minutes.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in me," she screeched. She was already in the
middle of her second orgasm.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Patrick groaned as he unleashed his second load of sperm
into her. This time he felt it... he felt it pouring into her
clenching hole and then surrounding his still moving penis.

Sara twisted and turned until she felt Patrick's penis begin to
shrink. She squeezed him one last time before she fell to the bed.
Then she crawled into Patrick's arms. They fell asleep like that.

Sometime later Sara awoke to a hand between her legs. Patrick was
lying behind her in a spoon fashion. She opened her legs to give him
better access. A smile came to her face when she felt him coating his
penis with the juice from her saturated vagina. She reached back and
opened her ass cheeks. She knew what was coming. She grunted in
pleasure as Patrick slipped into her tight asshole.

Sometime early that morning Brian felt Sara crawl into bed with him.
"Did you have fun?" he asked.

"What do you think?" she answered in an exhausted voice, smiling.

Brian reached down and felt her sopping holes and smiled. He snuggled
up behind her and began to kiss her neck.

"Take whatever hole you want... I'm exhausted," she said.

Brian slipped into her already wet and stretched vagina. The warmth of
her hole surrounded him as he began to work slowly in and out. He
snuggled up to her body, reaching around to squeeze her breasts
lovingly. He could hear Sara moaning contentedly. It took him a long
time to climax. Afterward he pulled Sara into his arms and kissed her.
She fell asleep almost immediately and didn't hear him whispered "I
love my sweet slut."

Sara didn't go to the airport with Brian and Patrick the following
morning. She didn't want to make a fool of herself in a public place.
She cried her tears and kissed him goodbye at the door, making him
promise to call as soon as he got home.


Patrick promised he would.

End of Part III