Tania for Two

For quite some time now, Tania and I have talked about expanding our fucking to include...others. Another guy. Another woman. A couple. Several other guys. But Tania had only been with two guys, and was not sure how well she would adapt to fucking anyone other than me, so it seemed like a good first step was to see how she adapted to fucking another guy. Of course, fucking a random stranger was totally out of the question, so I suggested she fuck a close friend, Steve. Smart, good looking and buff, Steve is a fair bit younger than Tania--young enough to still be a virgin. He was a perfect choice.

So a few weeks before Christmas Tania and Steve got a hotel for an afternoon and fucked. Twice. By all accounts it was good, though both of them were obviously nervous beforehand. Their friendship and familiarity--as well as their commitment to go through with it even though it felt a bit uncomfortable--carried the day and delivered the end result: Steve lost his virginity with a smart, sexy Asian babe with a great ass and even better personality who, frankly, is an incredible fuck as well; Tania added a third notch to her bedpost; and I had the pleasure not only of giving a great guy one of the greatest gifts a guy can get, but also of intensifying how I feel about Tania, both as a sexual being and as a sexual partner. I know that to a large extent she did it because I asked her to, but she also did it because she wanted to, and both contributed to my intensified feelings toward her. Afterward, she and Steve met me for coffee, we had a very comfortable chat that let everyone know everything was good, and then Steve left. And Tania and I went to the hotel and fucked like crazy.

In the days and weeks that followed, Tania and I discussed the two of them getting together again, but as she and Steve talked about it, it became clear he was game for a threesome, at least at some point. Still wanting to fuck Steve, and now also thinking about the possibility that Steve and I might one day join forces to give her the night of her life, Tania decided she and he would fuck away one more afternoon before revisiting the threesome discussion more seriously. That second afternoon almost materialised last week, but timing got in the way and they postponed for another day.

Yesterday, though, as we were walking to the store, Tania was talking about Steve when I suddenly asked, "What's he doing tonight?" I knew we could easily get away for the night, and it was worth a shot. Besides, I figured he and I could take turns fucking Tania, even if he was not completely comfortable yet with anything more. It turned out he had the night off from work, and that he was up for getting together despite his nervousness. So, on the spur of the moment, we reserved a hotel and met him there.

It was supposed to be a family unit with two bedrooms, but ended up being a small, one-bedroom with a queen-sized bed (for mom and dad) and two tiny beds (for the kids). We all laughed, but it probably helped break the ice. I knew it was going to work out just fine.

I was wrong. It worked out spectacularly.

After we got settled, I took a long shower to give Steve and Tania sufficient time to start fucking in privacy before I came back into the room. By the time I towelled off and returned, Tania was on her back, with her legs pulled all the way up and wrapped around Steve's back, and he was pounding her as hard as he could. They both noticed me enter the room, and paid a little attention to me, but without consequence. For the next few hours, Steve and I took turns fucking the hell out of Tania until all three of us were exhausted and hungry. We got dressed and went to dinner.

When we returned, I thought Steve and I would each take another turn between Tania's legs, but it was extremely late and we all felt suddenly tired. We hung out, and then decided to sleep. Steve laid down on one of the small beds, but Tania and I insisted he join us on the big bed, Tania in the middle. We set an alarm and tried to sleep, but none of us slept very well, instead drifting in and our until close to 6:30AM. At that point, we woke up and could not fall back asleep.

I knew Tania wanted to fuck us both again, but I also knew she would not take the initiative without me saying something. I also knew that any nervousness had vanished the night before, and that all three of us being in bed presented the best and most natural chance for a threesome. Since we were all checking out cells at the time for messages, I discreetly texted Tania and told her what I wanted her to do.

She set her cell down, rolled over on her left side, and started kissing Steve while pushing her ass backwards toward me. I slide her shorts and panties off, and started fingering her pussy as she kissed Steve and began stroking his cock, which was immediately rock hard. I slid down toward the bottom of the bed, and began licking her pussy and then sliding my tongue in and out of her cock. After a few minutes, the sounds of their kissing disappeared, replaced by the sounds of her sucking his cock. From between her legs I could see her eagerly sucking his uncircumcised cock. I thought she'd give up after a minute--so far prefers penetration to sucking cock or having her pussy licked--but she actually kept at it for quite some time. She must have been incredibly horny.

Finally, I handed Steve the condoms, and as he put one on, I pulled her back onto her side, rolled her over to face me, and guided her legs open as she and I kissed. Steve slid his cock into her cunt from behind, and started fucking her, gently at first but much harder as time went on. She alternated between kissing him and kissing me, and he and I both used our hands and mouths on her. Finally, I told her to get on her hands and knees so that she could suck my cock while he fucked her from behind. It was the first time she had two cocks inside her at the same time. She fucking loved it.

She stopped sucking me a few minutes before Steve came. She had just laid down on her side again, and she was kissing me as he fucked her from behind. He pulled out, went to the bathroom to ditch the condom and quickly wash his cock off, and then returned. I had just slid my cock deep inside Tania's cunt, and was fucking her deep and slow when he laid down beside her and stared kissing her. She again alternated between kissing him and kissing me while I fucked her, and he and I squeezed her tits and pinched and sucked her nipples. By the time I was ready to cum, she had stroked his cock hard again, and he was ready to take over. I desperately wanted to cum inside her cunt, but I didn't want to interrupt or even ruin a perfect thing. I pulled out at the last moment, exploded into my hand, and ran to the bathroom to clean up. He immediately took over.

When I came out, Tania was on her back, Steve was between her thighs, and she was fingering herself something fierce. She came first, then he came a few minutes later. When he went to the bathroom, I pulled out my cock and Tania sucked it, hungrily. But I knew it was going to be fifteen or twenty minutes before I was ready to go again, so I pulled it from her mouth, started getting dressed and suggested we go get breakfast. Besides, I knew Tania and I would get home around noon, and we'd have plenty of time for me to fuck the hell out of her again before she had to head off to work.

After getting home--and fucking in the bathroom with Tania leaning against the sink with one foot up on the counter and me fucking her from below and behind--we talked about it, and exchanged some text messages with Steve.

Yes, we all loved every minute of it. Yes, the threesome that morning had been far better than taking turns the night before. And yes, we couldn't wait to do it again.

"I fucked two guys at the same time," Tania said to me, a huge grin on her face. "I had two cocks in me at the same time and I fucking loved it." She almost sounded as though she were more proud of herself than I was.

Almost.

I fucking love that woman. And I fucking love fucking that woman.

Magic Eight Ball Says...

Chris almost certainly had the cutest personality of any woman I've ever known. No matter what was going down, she could always find the cutest response to it. This was especially true when she was high, which as I recall was most of the time, or at least when she was hosting a party in her dorm suite, which was, again, most of the time. She was always carrying around a Magic Eight Ball, and any time someone would ask her something, she'd hold the Magic Eight Ball over her head, shake it while repeating the question, and then read the answer out loud. Her cute personality was endearing and somehow delicious.

She was also really cute looking, and had a nice pair of tits, but her body...well, she was thick around the waist, which ruined what would have been an otherwise nice body. Nevertheless, despite the lack of an hourglass shape, she had a bit of a sexiness to her, and when her cuteness was factored in, there was not one guy in the dorms who didn't want to fuck her silly.

One Friday night she and a few others were hosting a multi-suite party spanning three suites and two floors. It seemed like literally everyone in the dorms was there, and of course Kristin and I went, though Kristin got there long before I did because I was working late. It ended up being a really strange night.

When I arrived, I saw Kimberly downstairs with a beer in her hand walking into her suite, where the music was playing. I said hi, and followed her in, thinking that she was going back into the party. She wasn't. "We need more salt for the margaritas we're making upstairs," she said. She went to her cupboard, grabbed the salt, and turned around. She was short and incredibly petite, with a great smile, and medium tits that, because of her size, appeared to be much larger than they actually were. She was wearing a tiny pair of tan shorts, and a brown halter top, and sticking out of both a bit.

"Are you just getting here?" She was a bit drunk, which would have been a good thing except that she and Kristin were pretty good friends. She was also probably the most submissive woman I've ever known. Dangerously submissive, the kind of submissiveness that begs to be taken advantage of. But she was definitely off limits. Definitely.

"Yeah, I just got off work," I said. "The party upstairs?"

"Yeah," she said, "but it's getting a bit boring. Everyone's high, and just sitting around talking now." Her shorts were a little too short, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I had to remind myself that she and Kristin were friends.

But if she and Kristin were friends, there wouldn't be any upside to her telling Kristin what we were about to do. I walked over and took the beer from her, and drained it. "You look hot tonight," I said. I set down the beer, grabbed her around the waist, and kissed her. She kissed me back. She set the salt down next to the beer without looking, and I picked her up and carried her to her bed.

"Lock the door," she said. I got up and went to the door, flipped the lock and returned. She was naked. Her tits weren't as nice as I'd imagined; I'd thought they'd have been firm enough not to hang off to the side as much as they did, and she had big areolas and small nipples. But I wasn't interested in her tits, I was interested in what lay underneath the small patch of hair between her thighs. She spread her legs invitingly.

I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants and joined her. We kissed for a bit, until my cock got hard, and then she pushed my briefs off with her feet. She was surprisingly loose and deep for such a small woman, I had not expected her to take me all the way to the hilt so easily. We fucked for about twenty minutes, then I lifted her up as I stood, set her ass down on her desk, and fucked her standing up until I came inside her. I continued thrusting in and out of her while we kissed some more, wanting to drain every last drop of cum into her, then pulled out. My cum gushed out of her gaping cunt onto the floor.

We got dressed, and I volunteered to clean up the mess so that she could return to the party several minutes before I showed up. I didn't want Kristin to see us coming in together.

When I got upstairs and went into Chris' suite, Kimberly was in the other room, on the other side of the bathroom--there were two rooms to a suite, separated by a bathroom--and Kristin was in Chris' room, drinking a beer and smoking a bowl in the front of the room. I smiled at her to let her know I was there, then went in search of a beer. Chris was sitting on the ice chest. "Hey. Can I grab a beer?"

She held the Magic Eight Ball in the air and shook it. "CAN I GET A BEER?" I said, loudly. She lowered it and we looked. "Magic Eight Ball says...it is decidedly so." She stood, I opened the ice chest, and grabbed a Kirin. She sat back down, I sat next to her, and we talked and drank.

After a while I went into the bathroom to take a leak, and afterward went into the other room to see who was in there. Kimberly poured me a margarita, and we chatted for a bit. When my glass was empty, she filled it again, and I left through the bathroom.

The stall door opened. "Oh! You startled me!" Chris said. She had forgotten to lock both doors when she came in to pee. She grabbed my margarita and drained it.

"I was drinking that!" I said, laughing.

She gave me a long look, as if she were contemplating something. "I'm not going to fuck you, you know." That came out of nowhere.

"That's not what I was going to ask." I was confused, but let it go. "But even if I had, wouldn't you have had to ask the Magic Eight Ball?"

She looked at me again for several seconds, then suddenly held up the Magic Eight Ball. "Should I fuck him?" she asked, shaking the ball. When she lowered it, we both read the answer simultaneously: "My sources say no." It was settled. But I wondered what she would have done had the answer been, say, "Signs point to yes."

"Wait," she said. "What were you going to ask?"

Realising half of a Magic Eight Ball's answers were in the affirmative, and that Chris might actually act on an affirmative answer, I took a chance. "Can I eat your pussy?" It was an honest question.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in surprise, but after a few seconds she slowly raised her hand and started shaking. "Can he eat my pussy?" she repeated. "Magic Eight Ball says..."

We both looked: "Yes."

She lowered her hand and we stared at each other. After an uncomfortably long time, she suddenly asked: "Here?"

I lowered myself to my knees, and ran my hands up her legs, pushing her skirt over her hips. She was wearing incredibly plain, white panties, a real turn-off for me, but so be it. The Magic Eight Ball had spoken. I pulled them off and didn't give them a second thought. She leaned back against the sink, lifted her right leg and hooked it over my shoulder, and I sunk my tongue in her cunt.

She had a fairly thick triangle of brown hair covering her mons, but not nearly as much covering her vulva, and her labia parted easily allowing my tongue full access. I alternated between penetrating her cunt, licking her labia, and pulling her clit and hood between my lips and sucking on them. She came hard and fast, lasting just long enough to get me thoroughly aroused.

I picked up her panties, stood and handed them to her. "Thanks." I said. I wanted to tell her she should consider always wearing nice panties, just in case, but refrained.

She could see how aroused I was. My pants were bulging. "I bet you wish the Magic Eight Ball had let you fuck me," she said, smiling.

"Maybe next time," I replied. I grabbed my glass, and then stopped. "Give me the Magic Eight Ball," I said. She handed it to me, and I held it aloft and gave it a good shake. We looked: "As I see it, yes."

"What was the question?" she asked.

I smiled. "Magic Eight Ball says we need more salt." I grabbed my glass and went to find Kimberly.

Fucking in the New Year

Over the (new) years I've probably gotten laid about two dozen times on New Year's Day, with about a dozen different women. And that's how it was going to be tonight, until I realised I'd never been in the middle of the act when the new year arrived. I decided to change that tonight.

At 11:37 Tania slipped into the bedroom and I followed a few minutes later. She was lying on the bed in a slinky, light dress with little yellow flowers that shows off her perfect tits and at times doesn't quite cover her hips. I closed the door, and joined her on the bed. The lights were off, but it was not pitch dark; the curtains and window were open, letting in plenty of light and most of the sounds from the neighbourhood and beyond. Tania looked hot in the moonlight.

Tania is pretty much my ideal woman: tall, smart and Asian, with a kick-ass body and and smoking hot ass. When we fuck, I wish I could bend my back enough to be able to kiss, lick and bite her ass as much as I do her tits. Instead, I settle for mauling her perfect tits as much as she permits, and biting the shit out of other parts of her body, often while marking up her ass with my fingernails. Tania's incredible body is matched by an amazingly sweet and honest personality. The combination is really something.

Tania is also half my age. Fucking much younger women--even half my age--has been an extremely common occurrence for me over the years, so I know it has downsides, and I have experienced most of them myself. But with Tania all of the potential downsides either never materialise, or else when they do, they don't bother her or me. For example, while we grew up in different decades, our formative years shaped by different music, movies, and even cultures, we always seem to find common ground where we can connect. We have both made a commitment to make the effort, and that sustains us.

We kissed for a few minutes, and I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples for quite some time before we stripped each other. I ran my hands all over her tits and abdomen, and then started fingering her. She sometimes takes a few minutes to warm up and get wet, but not tonight. She is extremely tight, and it sometimes takes some work getting my finger or cock inside her, but once penetrated, she gets extremely wet and viscous, and stays that way for the duration, even when we fuck non-stop for several hours. That's important, because I'm rather above-average in size, and way above average in stamina--I very routinely go for well over an hour before being brought to orgasm, and can often fuck indefinitely until I decide I want to cum.

But that's not what happened tonight. As the new year approached, I moved between her legs, grabbed my cock in my right hand and guided the tip between her wet labia. I thrust inside, getting about half-way, pulled out and thrust again. My cock now buried all the way to the hilt in her warm, wet cunt, we started fucking around the time we heard people outside chanting, "Ten...Nine...Eight..." She wrapped her legs around me, reached her right hand down between us to stroke her clit, and we fucked like crazy. Within moments the fireworks started going off--not in the bedroom but outside--and we saw the lights reflecting off of each other's faces and heard voices coming in through the window admiring the show.

It felt great, and hearing all of the people outside almost made it seem as though we were being watched. As the fireworks finished in an intense crescendo around 12:15 we both came. Hard.

Looks like 2011 ended and 2012 began with a fantastic fuck bang.