by Dee Dawning
Fallon glanced at the mirror and became fascinated with the scurrilous, wicked image she beheld. It was also erotic. On her knees and elbows, she stroked and was about to take her husband’s large cock in her mouth, while her boss reamed her pussy from behind. She felt both naughty and sexy beyond reason.
Watching Dana scarf her quim earlier had apparently aroused Stuart to new heights even as it temporarily sated her hunger. But her hunger was coming back like gangbusters. Moaning her pleasure and breathing heavily, reflexively she met each rear entry thrust with a push of her own.
She sighed, and took a deep breath as he slipped his right hand around her hip and thigh so his middle finger could caress her swollen clit. The finger stroked and tapped her sensitive bud, delivering sparks of pleasure to the farthest reaches of her body with each nerve jangling touch.
She groaned, lifting her hips to take him deeper. Her head angled and she pleaded, “In my ass, too.”
He pressed his thumb into her puckered hole to the hilt, which filling her with a burning need demanding to be quenched.
Even though Dana’s cock was almost nine inches long, she impaled her mouth on it, then pulled back enough to run her tongue around the ridges and sensitive underside. Using her fisted hand, she stroked Dana’s cock in tandem with her oral plunges, which she synchronized with Stuart’s thrusts into her fiery snatch.
Fallon closed her eyes to concentrate on the numerous carnal sensations that bombarded her. Once again, she gloried in having two good-sized cocks in her at the same time, but she wanted more.
Their sighs and moans, including hers, sounded continuous. The sounds were like a symphony of lust and lust was definitely, what she felt. As she approached ecstasy, her body seemed to hum. A tingling sensation manifested in her lower regions, expanding and spreading like wildfire through her entire body and mind.
She couldn’t help it. In the middle of her release, her teeth clamped down on Dana’s cock.
“Ow, hey! He yelled as he pulled out.
She was beyond caring. Her entire body quavered as her pussy muscles contracted and convulsed around Stuart’s cock while blissful sensations blasted through her frame. “Oh, God. Stu, I’m cuming!” She yelled, and suddenly in the middle of her giant eruption, she sensed Stuart’s throbbing cock spurting his seed into her.
His actions became jerky and erratic as he pushed his cock deep into her, and held it there, depositing his half a billion sperm carrying semen in her womb. No surprise to her, he bellowed, “I’m coming, too!”
Exhausted, the duo rolled and collapsed into three-way pile, with Dana spooning in behind her and all held each other.
When her equilibrium returned, Fallon had a suggestion. “I would like to try something.”
Dana and Stuart remained quiet and waited for her to continue.
“I have had anal sex and liked it with each of you.”
Apparently garnering at least Stuart’s interest, he prompted her. “Yes?”
She rose up onto her elbows and glanced at both of her lovers. “I’ve been thinking about this since we had our first ménage last month.”
Dana broke his silence. “You would like to have both of us in you at the same time?”
It was a statement, but he worded it like a question.
“Yes, you both make me feel so—o sexy, I would like both of you to fuck me at the same time. I want to see what double penetration is like.”
Stuart’s voice cracked. “My god, you can’t just decide you want to see what double penetration is like, then do it. You have to prepare for it.”
“I know and I have prepared for it.” She tapped Dana on the thigh. “Sweetheart, if you reach in the nightstand, I have a tube of lubricating ointment. I want you to fuck my ass, while Stuart fucks my pussy.” She decided to challenge them. “Are you guys game?”
They both mumbled agreement and Dana pulled the lubricant out of the nightstand. “How do you want to do this?”
Facing Stuart lying on her left side, she lifted her right leg up so far she grabbed and held her ankle with her right hand. There was astonishment on both their faces. She laughed. “Pick your jaws up guys. I used to be a dancer, remember and I’ve stayed in shape.”
“I’ll say,” said Stuart, “Look how spread her puss is, Dana. Come on, buddy. Give her what she wants.” Stuart started things off by massaging and fingering her wide-open pussy as he sucked on a nipple. He whispered to Fallon. “I would like to eat your pussy like this.”
She grinned. “Well, I think in the six more days we’ll be here you can accomplish that.”
Dana spread lube on his forefinger and slid it in her puckered anus. It seemed to go in easily enough. His finger reamed around her anus then he pulled it out and added a second finger. They both went in easy as well. “How did you get so expanded?”
“I’ve been working on it since Stuart said we were coming here. Last night I had my vibrator all the way up my ass.”
He pulled the two fingers out. “It seems to have worked. Let’s try the real thing.” After applying a generous amount of lubricant to his weapon, he introduced it to her expanded rosebud. Sliding it in, progress slowed just past the crown, whereupon he pulled back and pushed again. “How’s that?”
She tensed as Dana’s cock went in. “I’m fine.” It hurt enough that Fallon gasped, and shivered to her toes. With each succeeding push she gasped, but she didn’t say anything. After about a minute of pulling and pushing, and his cock navigated all the way into her colon, she said, “Phew. I thought you’d never get there.”
Dana let Fallon’s ass get used to the intruder, circling around, but not moving in or out, then he began to fuck her slowly.
It still hurt, but each new intrusion showed promise. After a dozen strokes, it began to feel good, releasing delightful erotic sensations from nerves she never knew she had.
One down and one to go. It was time to feel Stuart’s cock in her cunt. “I’m ready for you, Baby.”
Ready to please, Stuart slid his thick hardness into her passion-moistened depths, where his fingers had been not ten seconds previous.
Every breath of air left her before she inhaled deeply. She now had two cocks in her. She felt full, as if both her pussy and ass were stretched to the limit, but it also felt good. As they started to drive into her she tried to answer their thrust with her bottom, but it threw off their timing, so she remained static and enjoyed their relentless pummeling. Like a recurring three-car collision, Stuart’s shaft pummeled her from the front and Dana’s pride and joy rammed her rear. With each stroke, the pain began to merge with a form of pleasure she’d never felt before.
In addition to fucking one of her two openings, Dana managed to wrap one of his arms under her and grasp her breast and wrapped his other arm around her raised leg to help her support it. Stuart’s lips pushed passionately against hers, his tongue demanding entrance. She sighed as his lips aggressively crushed hers while his intruding tongue swirled across the soft, fleshy, cushions of her mouth.
The abundance of sensory delights in the form of hands, fingers, tongues, and cocks continuously bombarding her proved to be overwhelming for Fallon. In less than fifteen minutes, she’d reached the threshold of a gigantic, double penetration orgasm. “Oh, my God. I’m coming.” As cyclonic sensations whirled around her, she squealed her ecstasy. “Oh my God! This is fucking wonderful! I can feel it everywhere!” As her release slammed through her, she couldn't stop it, and as the sensations crested in her womb, she screamed, “That’s it, keep it up harder, faster!”
They both fucked her as she requested, harder and faster, for a few seconds, but then Stuart stopped. Instead, groaning, he ground shaft deep into her pussy, caressing her sensitive, clitoric bundle of nerve endings, sending more magical impulses surging through her. “I’m coming too, Baby.” Convulsing erratically, she felt spurts of his semen pulsing into her unprotected womb for the second time.
Before Stuart had even finished his climax, Dana y
elled, “Me too. I’m gonna blow a load in your tight little chute baby.”
Fallon would never forget that week. How could she? Once she’d experienced dark excitement of having her anus violated by her husband’s long thick prick and the super colossal experience of a double penetration orgasm, there was no turning back. When they weren’t warming her up by eating her pussy, she spent all her time in bed with two cocks in her.
And why shouldn’t she? She probably would never have the opportunity again to be ravished by two such handsome and competent lovers. The men performed exquisitely and the sex was beyond fantastic. That first night alone she achieved six climaxes in their three-hour marathon and Stuart to her surprise kept coming and coming. Four in all, she believed. In the following days, everyone’s libido diminished, though on their last day, she still managed three climaxes and Stuart, two—not bad for a forty-year-old billionaire.
She would be sorry to see it end, but end, it must. As much sperm as Stuart had deposited in her womb, she would be surprised if she wasn’t carrying their child. She smiled, remembering her consolation prize would be the baby she dreamed about.
Chapter Six – Aftermath
Back home in Vegas, she slept for sixteen hours. At first, she attributed her weariness to six energetically charged days of highflying sex with two virile stallions. But when she woke her breasts felt sore and nipples were extra sensitive. In addition, she felt a little queasy when she had a cup of coffee and a bit to eat. At the hotel, the next day she asked a couple of women who had children and they both said she had early symptoms of pregnancy.
She felt ambivalent. She would be pleased to be pregnant so easily, but she wasn’t quite ready to give up her hot new sex life. With no alternatives, she resolved to wait the ten days after their torrid lovemaking until her personal curse fell due.
* * * *
Michelle entered Dana’s office. Without saying a word, she walked up to his desk and plopped down in one of the chairs. As usual, she was dressed and fixed up sexy, just short of ‘trampsville,’ in a short pleated coral skirt, a half buttoned coral and powder blue floral blouse, sans bra. Being a betting man, he’d be willing to lay five to one odds, she forgot to wear panties—on purpose—this morning.
She waved her hands as if frustrated. “Finally, I have you back. I hope they left some of you for me.”
She was on edge and he loved it. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll always have some for you. You’ll see when we get together later.”
She uncrossed her legs and the light from the window wall behind him lit the underside of her skirt. He smiled as the light exposed her feminine folds to his scrutiny.
She smiled when she noticed him observing her. She rose and sashayed around his desk. “Fuck later. Darling I was climbing the walls for a solid week while you and Stu screwed the piss out of your Fallon.” As he swung the executive chair in her direction, she edged in between his legs. “My cunt is dripping for your cock right now.” As she leaned over to unzip his fly, one lovely breast fell out from behind her blouse. Ignoring it, she extracted his half-rigid, growing shaft and knelt.
He thought she was going to suck on it, but she stroked it to hardness, then rose. He wondered what she had planned and likely, she didn’t know either.
“Unbutton your shirt,” She demanded. As he followed her directive, she rolled a condom, she happened to have with her, down his throbbing hardness. Then she stood, unmoving, looking at his executive chair for a good fifteen seconds. Finally, she held her skirt up and like a contortionist, managed to slip one of her gorgeous legs through each of the rectangular shaped openings formed between the chair arm and seat. Ensconced in the chair, her juicy twat hovering over his erection, his pulse raced as she reached a hand down between them and grabbed his cock. Aiming the crown so it rested at the rim of her deep well, she closed her eyes and languorously lowered herself upon it. As she hit bottom—or was it top—she gasped.
The blissful sensation as his cock entered her slippery, womanly haven, curled his toes and nearly took his breath away. Muscles deep inside her channel tightened around him, as she moved to and fro taking his submerged cock with her. Her Mona Lisa like smile radiated the delight she felt. “Ummm, you feel so-o good. This is more like it.” Slipping her other breast out, she drew his mouth to the large, swollen nipple. “Suck on this.” It was an order. Gasping as his lips surrounded her sensitive nub she moaned when his forefinger flicked her other nipple. Even with his mouth attached to her tit, her supple body undulated over his shaft as her dagger tipped fingers tunneled through his hair.
The sweet torture of her pussy seemed endless. Letting go of her breasts, he leaned forward and crushed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. Wrapping arms around her, as she worked her swollen bud against him, her breasts to his chest, as their tongues twined, a major eruption seemed near.
Somehow, her tongue found his ear and the tingly, feathery feeling, brought on his release. As he ground his cock brutally into her pussy and against her clit, intense light exploded behind his eyelids. He groaned loudly as a curtain of ecstasy descended, shooting waves of pleasure throughout his body.
As his climax wound down, an earsplitting scream emanated from his sexy partner. “Oh God! I’m coming. Oh yeah! Don’t stop, Give it to me harder, baby.” She wrapped her arms around him drawing his face to rest between her lovely breasts. As she squirmed and wriggled in apparent ecstasy, nails bit into his neck and exposed shoulders.
All of a sudden, he heard the office door open. Michelle and he both gritted their teeth and looked. There stood Lora, his cute, red faced, young secretary, her mouth agape. “I’m so sorry. I heard a scream, I thought someone had been hurt.” She turned on her heel and exited, pulling the door closed behind her.
Rattled by the interruption, both of them got decent, quickly. He walked Michelle to the door and kissed her goodbye. “I’ll see you at eight for the encore.”
Hoping to apologize, he stepped out of his office, but Lora wasn’t at her desk. He looked for her, but never found her. Since it was Friday, he figured she might have left a little early.
The next workday he was pleased to see Lora at her desk, but she looked different. Previously, she wore her long blond hair up and wore business type clothes. Today, however, she was provocatively dressed in a short, slinky, low cut, teal blue sheath. “Hi Lora. Don’t you look nice today.”
She beamed. “Thank you, Mr. Allen.”
He smiled. She did look good. Maybe, catching Michelle and him in the heat of orgasm had brought something primal to the surface within her. “Would you bring me a cup of coffee when you get a chance?”
“My pleasure, Mr. Allen.” She rose, and strolled as a model would walk, one foot in front of the other, toward the break room to fetch his coffee. His gaze fixed on her the entire way, five-seven, tight waist, great tush, fabulous, long legs, Lora was even more of a beauty than he’d realized. He shook his head and headed into his office. He sat at his desk and tried to get to work, but the events of Friday, with Lora barging in on Michelle and him, plus her long gait down the hall this morning kept imposing themselves in his lusty thoughts. Could he seduce Lora? Should he seduce Lora?
The vision came to life as Lora bounced into the room, a vibrant smile on her face and his large mug in her hand. His chest tightened as she came around the desk as Michelle had done, standing within mere inches. He felt stirrings in his groin as she set the mug down, her fine ass jutting out near his face. “There you go Mr. Allen. Is there anything else?”
“Please, we work together. Call me Dana.”
Her bright effusive smile seemed coquettish as well. Am I being seduced?
“As you wish, Dana.”
“Would you have a seat? I’d like to speak with you.”
She took a seat across the desk from him, crossing one marvelous leg over the other, with one four-inch heel dangling in the air, and waited expectantly. She was young, but she was all woman and she suddenly wanted him to kn
ow it.
He cleared his suddenly clogged throat, “Ahem. Excuse me. I just want to clear the air about what you saw Friday afternoon with Miss Bosco and I.”
Her lips formed a coy smile and she giggled. “You’re not going to tell me that I didn’t see and hear what I thought I saw and heard, are you?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re too smart for that.”
“You needn’t explain. I know that your wife and you are separated and—“
“No, Fallon and I aren’t separated.”
She laughed. “By distance I meant and Miss Bosco is a beautiful desirable woman and frankly you are a very desirable man.”
No doubt about it, she wants me. “Thank you. How old are you?”
She lifted her chin as if to say it doesn’t matter. “I just turned twenty.”
He leaned back in his chair and cathedraled his fingers. “Are you seeing anyone?”
Shifting in her seat, she switched crossed legs. “No. How about you? Beside Miss Bosco and the Mrs., that is.”
He decided to get to the point. “Do you want to sleep with me?”
She blushed, but smiled demurely. “Mr. Al…Dana, what kind of girl do you think I am?”
He leaned forward and laid his arms on his desk. “So, if I said I want to do to you what I did to Michelle, you’d be offended.”
Her head dipped in feigned shyness and she gazed through raised lids. “Maybe. There’s one way to find out.”
His lips scrunched and shifted left. “So you can file a sexual discrimination suit against the hotel. No, Lora, you have to make your desires crystal clear.”
Her eyes grew round and fiery. Her nostrils flared. “Do you know what I did after I saw you two Friday?”
