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Outdoor Threesomes
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Subject: Outdoor Threesomes (2 Guys, a Gal, & a Vibrator)
Date: Tue, 20 Jun 1995 19:18:22 UTC
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Threesomes: More Personal Experience
Let me tell you about another nice time I had. I enjoy hiking and the
outdoors and met this couple through an Audobon society outing, John & Lisa
but I respect other's privacy. They were not your granola-birnstock set,
y'know the type, bearded guy and a gal who doesn't shave her legs, or
anywhere else for that matter. She was a blonde, a little chubby but in a
cute way-- definately not fat. He had short cut brown hair and a neat must
ache. In fact, they were like most folks you might meet at, say, a shopping
mall or the grocery store. I learned that he was an accountant, she was a
nurses aid. In short, ordinary folks. They suggested I join them an
d another couple one weekend on a hike to nice spot here in Tennessee. It
involved going through some rough brush, since the trail ended
before you reached the mountain summit, but the view was worth it. I
said sure an
d arrived early. The they showed shortly after and said that
unfortunately the other couple couldn't make it. We hiked up to a
really nice spot, put down a blanket, and made lunch. They broke out a
bottle of wine, whic
h is always appreciated, and we chatted about this and that.
Well, after lunch, with our packs off (and it was a lovely sunny day),
John said he was warm and took off his shirt. He was no Mr. America,
let me assure you, but he was in decent shape. I don't make it a habit
of scopin
g out guys (I'm not gay and never have been), just that I want to make
sure I don't look like a jerk: if eveyone looks like steroid built 20
year old hard-bodies, I'm not going to feel real good shirtless no
matter how i
n shape my now mid-thirties build is. Lisa made a comment like "ooh,
baby, that get's me hot" and John said "hey, not in front of company"
and looked at me questioningly as if to ask, are you cool with this? I
said, hey
, it's cool with me it's cool with you.
He looked over to his wife and said to her, what do you think, and she
she chirped up, it's cool with me. He sat down next to her and she
began stroking his chest and his shoulders. Come closer, she said, so I
did. C'mo
n, take your shirt off. She smiled. I was tempted to make a snide
comment like, you first, but I figured she wasn't bossing me, so I
stripped off my shirt and she began rubbing my chest, gently dragging
her nails over m
y nipples. I rose to the occassion, so to speak, but felt a bit
embarrassed with my hard-on pushing through my shorts, particularly
since John wan't showing any effects.
This is fun, she said, now rub my shoulders. I couldn't resist this
time and said I could do a better job if her shirt was off, and she
said, why don't you guys help. We obliged, removing not only her
t-shirt but her jo
gging bra too. As I recall, she had nice breasts, not large but more
than a handful, with half-dollar sized aureolas and nipples the size of
your pinky-tip. Her husband moved forward and began licking and
teasing her ni
pples with his fingers and tongue. I continued on the shoulders,
enjoying the view. She began to moan a little and he worked his
fingers down to her shorts, opened the belt and popped the button, and
unzipped. Oh honey
, she said, take off my boots first. He scooted down and untied her
boots, pulled off her socks and kissed her toes. Either she or he had a
bit a of a foot thing, because he spent a couple of minutes massaging,
licking,
and sucking her toes, finally moving up between her legs to help get
her shorts off.
We're forgetting about hour guest, he said. I candidly felt a little
confused--I don't feel great about having sex with someones wife or
girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, I want to enjoy myself as much as the
next guy, bu
t people have been known to get jealous and being naked on a mountain
top can be pretty compromising. So I said the polite thing, hey, it's
okay, I'll just watch. That'n when Lisa said, no, I wouldn't hear of
it, and tu
rned around to begin rubbing my cock through shorts. Mmm, my you're a
big boy she noted. Truth be told, I'm not that big, but I haven't
heard any complaints, and everyone appreciates a compliment as to their
sexual prow
ess, so I sort of mumbled a thank you. Never hurts to be polite.
While she undid my shorts, John slipped out of his boots and shorts.
Then I saw why I couldn't detect any rise; he had on a snug fitting
pair of scoop underwear, but with the shorts off, it was clear he was
as excited a
s I was. He stood over his wife and she reached up with her free hand
and began stroking his bulging undershorts. My shorts fell to the
ground and I was thankful I had put a clean pair of white briefs on
that morning.
Okay, she said, rubbing us both, lets see what you guys got. She
slipped John out his taut briefs to reveal his erect member. I
slipped off my briefs and my firm cock made its grand appearance.
Actually, John was a li
ttle bigger than I was, longer, but not thicker. All in all, I wasn't
really making any comparisons, just that you sort of note these things.
Some guys feel uncomfortable around other guys being naked. For
whatever reason, it never bothered me. I mean, guys are guys, and we
know what we got--what's the big deal? Equally, I wasn't uncomfortable
being touched
or touching another guy during sex, at least not sexually. It happens,
in some position someones leg rubs against you, or an arm, or what not.
Hey, its all part of the territory. Anyway, Lisa began by leaning
over and
sucking my cock while stroking John's stiffness. John stood up, and
she got up on her knees and began sucking John. I took that
opportunity to take off my boots, and began fondling and licking her
nipples. I slipped o
ff her panties and began fingering her pussy. I know it is cliche to
say she was wet, but she was, and it turned me on further. I kissed my
way down and began gently licking her clit and sort of sucking on her
pussy lip
s. I have found that slow tonguing really turns women on more than
coming on like a vacuum cleaner. No difference here, either, as she
bagan to moan.
John manuevered himself to a sitting position and Lisa, still sucking,
turned herself over, bottoms up. I continued licking her from behind
(something else I found some women like), and gave her asshole a few
tongue flic
ks. She "mmmm'ed" appreciatively, her mouth still wrapped around his
swollen rod. John reached over to his backpack and produced some
condoms, a lubricant, and a vibrator. Talk about being prepared! He
tossed me a con
dom, which I missed, and, since I didn't feel like searching for it
among the underbrush, so he tossd me another. I caught the libricant,
put some in and on the condom, and slipped it on. Wrapping my hand
around my cock,
I gently pushed my tip into her pussy and began rythmically pumping.
It was a great rush, enjoying both the warm moist feeling around my
erection and watching her head bop up an down in rythm over John's
cock. We were
all moaning pretty good by then, and why not. John got up on his knees
and, holding Lisa's head, began slowly pumping her mouth. Lisa wasn't
complaining and was letting out short squealing sounds as she got it
from both
ends.
I said, John , pass me the vibrator, which he did. It was one of those
slim-line models that fit nicely anywhere, which was about to be
proven. I lubed up the rubbery-plastic shaft and gently eased it into
her back door
, slowly. I added some more lubricant, and it went in a little
further. I turned it on, its gentle vibrations filling up her crotch.
I could feel it humming along on my dick- -quite a thrill. I
positioned the end on m
y pubic bone so I could sort of pump with both my cock and the vibrator
at the same time. This got a lot of approval, and Lisa began to moan
considerably louder with each thrust. John looked back to see what was
going o
n, gave me a thumbs up and said, geez, great idea! Why didn't I think
of that?
After a while, John said, lets switch. Lisa said let me lay down, my
knees are beginning to hurt on the hard ground. So I got up, took out
the vibrator and we were about the switch, when Lisa said, wait a
minute, I want
to suck you both. I nearly came on the spot, but controlled myself.
She said, why don't you take your condom off? I said to John was it
okay, he said fine, so I slipped off the condom, knelt down and
lowered my cock,
as did he. Feeling another guy's cock with your's isn't as wierd a
feeling as you might imagine. I mean, it feels like a, well, a cock.
It wasn't a turn on or turn off, but watching Lisa begin to suck us
both sure was
hot! John reached over and got the vibrator and began to rub it over
her tits and nipples. She began sucking us individually and she began
a nice jerking-off motion.
Then she said, I want you guys to jerk-off while I suck you. So I
began stroking my cock and she fondled my balls and Johns, first
sucking one, then the other. I began to feel that presensitive feeling
in my tip that s
aid, enjoy it now, you're going to come any minute. I didn't want to
cum just yet, so I said, listen, I'm getting too hot, I need a break.
Lisa feigned disappointment, but said, okay, but lets finish that way,
I love se
eing guys touch themselves. That was okay with me. She said, I think
I want more licking down there and then I want you both in me. I moved
down to her pussy, 69 position, and John came around back and licked
her assho
le, then her pussy as I worked her clit. He worked his way over and we
both licked at her clit. She was moaning really hard now and I was
glad we were in the wilderness. The neighbors would be complaining by
now at my
place. She began to moan oh God, oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I
love it when women begin to lose sexual control. John found the
lubricant and fit his way into her behind and gently began to pump her,
inching in a
little more cock with every stroke. Most anal sex I had had never
went much further than the tip and a couple of quarter inches. He was
giving it the whole nine yards while Lisa groaned in exctasy. She had
long since
stopped sucking me but never let go of my cock. I kept licking her
pussy, watching Johns balls tense and jiggle with every thrust.
I felt Lisa fiddling with my cock and looked up to see her putting on a
condom, no mean feat considering what was going on downstairs. I got
the message, slid around and fit my cock into her now very wet pussy.
Double h
eaders are fun to watch on the movies, but in reality, the guy who gets
the pussy is sort of at a disadvantage because it's harder to pump that
way in virtually any position. But I'm courteous, so I worked my hand
in the
re and fingered her clit, and in about ten seconds Lisa came in a
screaming crescendo. We stopped pumping for a minute while she
regained herself.
John said, Lisa, I want you to ride me. Now this was something I had
seen in the magazines, but never in person, which was not for lack of
trying, but just that I had never met a woman who could do it. There
wasn't any
room for me this way, so I pulled out and took off the condom, which
was feeling dry and tight anyway. John eased his way on to his back,
still keeping his cock firmly up her ass, and she moved herself around
until she h
ad balanced herself half-sitting, half-kneeling, and began slowly
riding his shaft. With her facing the other way (toward his feet) he
had a great view. I stood up, not quite knowing what to do. Lisa
said, get the came
ra out of the backpack. John was grunting in gutteral tones as her ass
ran up and down faster over his cock. I got out the camera and began
clicking away like I was fron National Geographic and discovered some
rare bird
. This seemed to turn Lisa on more and she really began pumping the
shit out of him. John had positioned his handson her butt cheeks and
had spread them somewhat--an incredible view. Lisa has holding her
boobs and fl
icking away at her nipples. I don't know how the photos were going to
come out, because I was so excited by this view that I wasn't exactly
mr. steadyhands. Lisa was crying out, oooh, oooh, oooh, John was
grunting like
a construction worker moving an I-beam. I ran out of film.
Lisa said, oh, baby let me suck your cocks and dismounted and got on
her knees. John stood up, jerking himself quickly--I could tell he
wanted to cum bad. I put down the camera, and bagan jerking myself as
well. Lisa b
egan fondling our balls in he hands, quickly licking and sucking each
cock-tip, darting back and forth. Joh let out a big groan and shot a
stream of cum just as Lisa began licking the sensitive spot just under
his tip.
That fell to the balnket, but Lisa moved up to catch the second pearly
blast in her open mouth, her tongue flicking over his throbbing organ.
He was jerking off about a mile a minute now, groaning with every new
explsoiv
e load. Lisa closed her mouth over him and swallowed the remaining
sticky drops. This was enough for me and I said, holy shit, I'm going
to cum, and began stroking myself really fast. Lisa shifted over and
began lickin
g my tip and looked up wantingly (how gals learn that guys love this "I
want it" look, I'll never know). I let the first shot fly and it fell
across her cheeks and chin, a pearl string dangling over her lips. The
next sh
ot flew true and I watched it caress its way onto her tongue and down
her mouth. I kept pounding myself furiously, and gave up one more
shot, which fell short fo her mouth and fell onto her chest. The last
few after-cum
s dribbled off my fingers and blotched their way onto her boobs as
well.
We all sat there for a while, cleaning off and catching our breath.
That, John said, was fucking incredible. Lisa didn't say much, and I
thought maybe she felt embarrased, so I finally said, hey, is
everything okay? An
d she said, John and I have had some great sex over time, but that was
really on the top of the pack, and if my asshole didn't hurt so much,
it would have been perfect. John began to laugh, and she cracked up a
bit too,
and I laughed myself. It helps to have a sense of humor. Some sight,
three people in their underwear on top of a mountain laughing. We got
dressed, watched the sun begin to set, and headed down.
There's more to the story, like when they invited me over to see the
pictures from our little tryst, but I'll leave that for another time.
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