Saucy Wench #7: Y2K Menage a Trois (MFM)[1/1]
Y2K Menage a Trois (A Saucy Wench Adventure, #7)
(c) 2000, by WenchSaucy@aol.com
I stood on the balcony 15 floors up, looking out over the
glittering city. A cold breeze ruffled through my little black dress,
sending goosebumps along my bare arms and legs, and making me acutely
aware that I wasn't wearing panties. I held my glass of wine and
stared pensively at the lights. The whole city looked like a big
Christmas decoration. I looked at my watch: 11:30pm. Thirty
minutes until the new century. Thirty minutes until the new
millennium. Oh, I know, it doesn't truly start until 2001, but let's
face it, when you start signing your checks "2000", a change of
importance has occurred. Far below, I could hear yells of drunk
partygoers, horns honking, firecrackers going off, sirens. Occasionally
further away in some residential areas I'd see the flare of some home
fireworks being set off. At midnight, would our technology grind to a
halt? Would crazed terrorists set off bombs? Would the religious
fanatics and cults be right, and God would appear in the skies writing
letters of fire, and start the End Of The World? If so, I might have
some explaining to do.
I'd left the party a half hour earlier, with my two companions for
the evening. I'd determined I was going to start The Year 2000 with a
bang. To that end I'd propositioned an friend, and sometimes
Fuck-Buddy. This wasn't love, but he was a good lover, and that's all I
wanted for tonight, to be getting fucked silly at the stroke of
midnight. What's more, I was feeling adventurous, and had invited his
friend to partake of my favors as well. I wanted to start the New Year
with me sandwiched solidly between them, having my brains fucked out.
This was wilder than I'd been in awhile; I had turned 30 a few months
before, and maybe I was wanting to prove I still had it. Both of them
were handsome guys, and both hadn't been at all reluctant to leave the
party for the promised party of three.
I didn't have a big hangup about turning 30, but, it had been on
my mind. I'm 5 foot 5, around 115 pounds. Good figure, trim, but
small breasts. People call me cute; I turn heads. I'm usually mistaken
for younger than I am; most people seem to think I'm about 25. But, I
must be getting older; I'm not asked for ID in bars anymore!
I ran my fingers through my black hair. Where I knew a few
gray hairs were appearing.
I looked down at my body. Still in good shape. A few pounds
heavier, but I was thin enough before that it just filled things out a
little bit. I exercise a lot.
But I was 30, and still single. Not that I haven't had plenty of relationships. I'm also bisexual; in recent years the ratio had been
more women then that I'd been intimate with. But I still consider
myself primarily heterosexual; sex with women just was less complicated
than with men. But sometimes I'd get that hankering for cock. It
wasn't too hard to satisfy; there were plenty of volunteers. I don't
have to go to a bar or a party to get hit on; the supermarket, at work,
at traffic lights, are trying to get my attention.
Many of my friends were now though. Some with multiple
kids. Was there something wrong with me, that I was still single,
I hadn't been able to settle down? Then again, a lot of my friends that
were had gone through messy divorces already.
Sex had always been adventurous for me. Particularly in college.
I'd become a little more sedate since then, and more careful due to
AIDS and all the other complications of Sex in the 90's. But I'd
done things that would shock a lot of my friends if they knew the
Wild Child that lurked underneath my wholesome exterior.
Was I just assuaging my loneliness with wild, meaningless sex?
Maybe. Well, it beats being home alone watching sitcoms and
eating junk food on the sofa.
I'll call my friend Peter. I'll call his friend Dick.
That's what they were to me, two studs to boff me senseless. Dick
was grinning and didn't seem to be able to believe his good fortune.
Peter knew me, and wasn't completely surprised, but he hadn't been
expecting this. Once we were into Dick's car, their hands were
all over me on the way home. I put a hand in each of their laps
and rubbed their cocks through their pants. Soon Peter was half-erect
(probably distracted keeping the car on the road) and Dick was at
full wood. Dick turned my head towards him and begin french-kissing me,
while his hands roamed over the material of my dress, cupping my breasts.
They're small but firm. And my nipples were revealing the lack of a bra.
Meanwhile Peter was driving with one hand, his other hand was sneaking between
my legs, under the dress and revealing my lack of panties.
At stoplights I felt like everyone in nearby cars could see what
was going on, although I'm sure they couldn't. I felt exposed,
vulnerable, and wonderfully naughty. Dick began to reach down
my dress until his hand was groping a bare breast, and he tweaked a
nipple in time with his darting tongue in my mouth. His eyes were looking at
me like a carnivore eyeing some prime meal. Meanwhile, Peter's
finger rubbed around my pussy. I parted my legs more and he slid
a finger inside me. I was very wet already.
When we got back to his apartment building, a couple was outside
looking mournfully at their car with the hood up; dead battery. Peter and Dick got some cables and prepared to be Good Samaritans. I took Pete's keys
from him, detached his apartment key, and handed the ring back to him,
whispering, "hurry up!" He handed me his cell phone as well, so he wouldn't be encumbered by it. Then I smiled sweetly and headed for the lobby, sliding one
finger across Dick's back as I went, just to remind him of my presence.
I could feel the eyes of the couple on me, and Peter and Dick's head
Turned to track me as I walked to the entrance.
Inside, the security guard at the desk ogled me as well,
but didn't question whether I was supposed to be there or not.
I took the elevator up. An couple got on the elevator with me,
and we exchanged New Year's greetings. I found myself tugging at
my dress to make sure it was covering what it should and not revealing
my pussy's state of excitement. They were looking at me innocently
and talking small talk, but somehow I felt like they were guessing
at what I'd been up to just moments before in the car. I thought I
could still feel the warmth and tingle from where Peter and Dick had
groped my and tits, and my mouth still felt the tongue that had
played there. My fingertips still felt the two hard cocks through
the material of the guys' pants. I was probably imagining that their glances were anything but social. I felt like my dress and hair and makeup
must be disheveled; maybe their handprints showed up on me like
a glow. I felt a flush that seemed to emanate a warmth that the
couple could detect as well. They got off on the 9th floor,
and I continued up alone. As soon as the door clothed my hand darted
down and under my dress, then upwards until I could finger myself down
there. I pulled my fingertips away, and they were glistening with
my juices. My fingers ran down the side of the elevator, leaving
an almost undetectable trace of my sex on the metal.
Then I was in the hallway, fumbling with the key. As soon
as I was inside, I shut the door, and ran my hands over my breasts,
luxuriating in the feel of the sheer material over my nipples.
There was an open bottle of wine in the fridge. Good, I hate
Messing with the cork. I poured a glass, and headed out onto the balcony. Peter was a well-off guy, I'm sure this apartment's rent was twice what
mine was.
I stepped out of my heels. No pantyhose, so my
bare feet were now on the cold concrete. I reached back and unzipped
my dress, then shrugged it over my head. No bra. Now I was naked on the balcony. No neighbors were out on their balconies, so I felt relatively unexposed. If someone there leaned out and craned their neck, they could see me.
Someone in one of the nearby buildings would get a good show if they
looked with binoculars; the lights illuminated me pretty well. I
draped the dress over a chair, and stood watching the city lights.
Very aware of my naked exposed flesh. I closed my eyes and shivered,
forcing myself not to touch my or pussy.
There was a click behind me. Peter and Dick had returned,
and Peter had playfully locked the sliding door. Trapping me on the
cold balcony, 15 up. They both feasted their eyes on me
through the glass, drinking me up. Hungry wolves. They didn't have to
mentally undress me; I'd done the work for them. But they were obviously
fucking every orifice, every inch of my body, with their eyes. I could
see them making comments to each other as they examined me. I felt
like an alien abductee, being view through a glass cage, about to get probed.
I fought the urge to put a hand over the V of my trimmed pussy,
and to cover my with my other arm. No sense being shy now,
after exposing myself this way.
Peter grinned through the glass. He could be a bit of an asshole
at times. Cocksure, big ego. Executive type, probably a terror for
his underlings. Handsome, and he knew it, and he was great in the sack.
I liked him, and yet I didn't like him, at the same time, if that makes
sense. He was perfect for a fuck-buddy, but I couldn't a
serious relationship with him. But he could fuck like a sex toy.
He wasn't much for foreplay, but he had endurance, he could give a
good solid screwing for an extended period. And when he did come,
he could rise to the occasion again in short order. It resulted
in nights of solid dicking. My mouth and were on a first-name
basis with his cock. He'd do me doggie-style, up against the wall,
in bed with my legs wrapped around him, or with my knees pressed
up against my chest. He was one for different positions.
I smiled seductively through the glass, and pressed my body
up against it, squashing my flat, pressing my trimmed up against the cool surface, puckering a kiss towards them, I
made my mouth into an "o", and my breath fogged the glass.
Again I thought what someone in another building would see
with a telescope, me bare naked, my ass exposed, my bare back
to them, with two big on the other side of the glass.
Peter went and picked up the phone. A moment later the cell
phone I'd set on the chair chirped.
"Who is it?" I said.
"What will you do if we let you back inside?" he said playfully.
"Everything I said I would do, and more. But you'd better
let me in, or I'll huff...and puff...and...blow...your house down." I said,
but lamely; I was Little Riding Hood, and there were two
Big Bad Wolves blocking me from getting inside.
(I know I'm cross-referencing fairy tales, but if you
think I'm identifying myself with the three little pigs, you're crazy!)
They stood watching me and grinning. "Ok, assholes,
listen up, let me in or I'm gonna stay out here and get myself off.
You can go play with each other and your cell phone is about to
experience a 15 floor drop Y2K bug."
He grinned and opened the door. They both took an arm and
pulled me inside. I had the dress and the phone. They slid
the door shut, leaving my heels and the wineglass out there.
They pressed me up against the glass, now from the inside.
Four masculine hands groped over my body. Peter was kissing my
mouth, Dick placed his mouth on my right breast, the nipple,
which was already hard as a pencil eraser. Then he slid down,
his mouth making a trail to my pussy. I tried to stay annoyed,
but I was soon soaring with the sensations of their handiwork.
On the big screen in the corner, the clock showed 15
minutes til the ball dropped. Crowds were shown and inane
commentators chattered to fill up the time.
"Put your dress back on." said Peter.
"Huh?" I said, startled.
"Put your dress back on. We want to fuck you in it."
Dick concurred.
I tugged it back over my head carefully. Then smoothed
it out, pulled it over all the right areas. I needn't have
bothered, almost immediately, Dick pulled me over to the couch,
and sat down, with me on his lap. He pushed the dress up,
hiking it upwards til my and ass were exposed. His hand
moved under one ass cheek, up along my ass crack, until he'd
gotten to my from behind and underneath. His fingers
made fast work into my pussy, his thumb working towards my
clit, hitting more often then he was missing. He lifted me,
and quickly undid his pants, yanking them down to his
ankles, then his boxers followed. Then settled me back down
until his cock was pressed into my ass crack. Not penetrating,
not aimed at my asshole; just between the cheeks, pressed up
to the tip of my vertebrae. Just letting me know he was rampant.
Peter meanwhile was more formally undressing before me,
taking off his coat and tie, shoes, socks, pants, until he
just stood before me in his briefs and unbuttoned shirt,
exposing the undershirt beneath. I sensed maybe these
two weren't eager to get completely naked in front of each
other; they were pretty cool about a threesome with me,
but they wanted it clear that they were two hetero who were going to keep me in the middle.
Peter gently took me by the upper arms and pulled
me off the couch, sliding me forward until I settled
on my knees. Peter and Dick switched places. They
turned me around as well. I felt like their fuck-toy,
a attractive female in between two big guys,
ready to be positioned where they wanted me, and the
feeling was wildly exciting.
As I often did during my escapades, I found myself
almost having an out of body experience during all this;
picturing what this would look like for a spectator. Like
somebody through the window with a high powered
telescope, or someone who had all the apartments wired with
hidden cameras, like in the SLIVER.
There I was, on all fours on the carpet. Nude, pale
skin exposed except for my little black dress, now bunched up in a
narrow band, just above my belly button and below my breasts. My ass
sticking up in the air, and Peter with his hands on my hips,
pants down around his ankles. My was sopping wet,
and without much preamble, his cock was in my from behind.
Dick was in front of me, sitting on one corner of the sofa,
my head in his lap. My hung down over my face,
masking the lewd act that was happening; his cock sticking
straight up into my mouth. His hands played in my hair,
on the back of my neck, my shoulders, as he gently but firmly
held my head in place on his cock. I was like a table between
them. A toy puzzle with interlocking pieces, their pegs
firmly in my holes. I was in the "fingercuffs" position
like in CHASING AMY.
Peter was slowly but firmly fucking me from behind.
One hand kept me in position on my hip, the other
wandered beneath, rubbing at my clit, then sliding up
across my belly button, across the bunched up dress,
to grope and pinch one and nipple, then the other.
Dick liked to talk dirty. His hand brushed the
hair away that was covering my face, revealing my
forehead, and my eyes looking up at him, locking with
his. His cock lewdly in my mouth.
"You like that, don't you, girl, you're a good
little cocksucker. Yeah, suck that cock. Mmmm, yeah."
He said a bunch of other things along those same lines.
I grunted in response, my mouth otherwise occupied.
Everything came out sounding like a muffled, "mmmm hmmmm."
He slowly pumped my face, a grin on it as I pleasured him.
Meanwhile, I was getting my well fucked from behind.
I was an instrument for their lust, and I was loving
it. Two cocks filling me, mouth and pussy. Me on all
fours. Peter steadily thrust into me, slowly but
rhythmically, from behind. I could hear the wonderful
wet sound of his condom-wrapped cock flesh sliding in and out of my
tight soaked pussy. Dick continued to feed me his cock,
talking in a low voice in the dirtiest manner, and encouraging
me to respond, however unintelligibly. I think he liked the
sensations on his cock when I made noise. And I was starting
to do it involuntarily, due to the moans bubbling up from
my being thrused into from behind.
My head was being held in place, but I managed a side
glance towards the tv. 7 minutes left! A lot had happened
in the past 8 minutes.
Peter slowed his thrusting. I think he realized at
that pace he was going to come soon, and he wanted to arrange
it at the stroke of midnight. Dick continued to explore
my mouth with his cock, but idly. He kept running one hand
through my hair, brushing the hair off my forehead where it
kept falling, uncovering my eyes. He tilted my head upward
with my other hand, gently on the side of my face, and made
sure I kept eye contact. His meaty, veined cock, hard
and fat as a stuffed sausage, filled my mouth, the musk
of it filling my nostrils, precum taste on my tongue.
He and Peter kept up a running commentary about
how my body was reacting. "She is so hot...look at
those pretty face and those eyes...she loves to suck cock."
I waited for them to say "this bitch" or similar phrase, which seems to be
guy's standard moniker when they get a in this position,
but they didn't. At the moment though, though I would have
been annoyed after the fact for being called that; that's
what I felt like, a bitch in heat being powerfucked by
two horny dogs. "So beautiful...so tight and warm"
said Pete, continuing his slow thrusts into my pussy.
Their hands continued to explore my body, caressing,
probing and kneading; my ass and thighs, my clit,
my back and shoulders, face and hair, and nipples.
My breathing through my nose was heavy, a definite
unladylike snort, since my mouth was filled. I felt like
a racehorse. I continued to moan and gasp and cry out, muffled
by the cock in my mouth. My heart was
racing, and my whole body felt like one big pussy,
every bit of it glowing with pleasure.
I was lost in my own world, a roaring in my ears,
sensations down to two invading cocks and four busy hands.
They begin picking up the pace, Peter pounding into
my pussy, bucking my whole body and shaking my small
tits which were hanging down. I had to spread my fingers
and my knees to keep my balance on all fours. Meanwhile
Dick was fucking my mouth like a pussy, thrusting deep
(although not making me deep throat) as he both pushed
his hips towards me and guided my head with his hands
in my hair. I stopped and tongueing, just
allowing my mouth to be a conduit.
Then when I thought they were at maximum they
increased even more, Peter slamming into my from behind like a wind up toy. I had long since
been coming. But their urgency was with a deadline;
they called out "60 seconds!" with the voices on tv,
and then "40 seconds!", and at "30!" they both began
rhytmically chanting, voices harsh as they cried out,
in time with their thrust cocks.
"29...28....27....26....25...24...23...22....21....20..."
thrust-thrust, thrust-thrust. Gasp-groan, gasp-groan.
Now they chanted in unison.
"19...18...17...16...15...14...13...12...11..."
The cock in my felt great, but it was being pushed
in and out so fast and furiously now that it was a little
painful. The cock in my mouth was less gentle now too,
I was being face-fucked deeply, and despite my experience,
I found myself starting to gag, I forced myself to relax
my mouth and throat.
"10...9...8....7....6...5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year!"
Harder and harder into my and mouth, both of them
shouting now, along with the multitudes on tv. The
world exploded, and fairly sychronized, with their pounding
getting more and more frantic as the countdown completed,
they both came. Peter's condom-clad cock exploded into
my pussy, and I got a big load of Dick's salty, creamy
cum in my mouth. I gulped and swallowed rapidly.
One of them was crying "oh fuck! oh fuck! oh fuck!"
and the other was just unintelligibly roaring.
My ears were filled with the sound of the crowd, and
my own blood racing through my veins.
The noise continued on for at least a minute,
and Peter slowly stopped pumping until he was motionless,
his cock still inside me. I continued to suck Dick's
cock until it was dry, gently but firmly. I swallowed
until it was just his warm, still hard cock in my mouth.
I gently and ran my tongue lazily around it.
After another minute or so, Pete slid out of me,
and Dick disengaged. My heart was still beating like
a jackhammer, my whole body diffused with wave after
wave of post coital warmth.
They released me, and I found I was too shaky on
all fours to stay in position, I collapsed to the carpet
and rolled over. My was sore and my throat felt
a bit raw, and my and nipples felt like they'd been
mauled by a bear. But all in all, I felt wonderful.
Peter and Dick both collapsed on the carpet beside me,
still basically with pants around ankles and shirts unbuttoned.
They ran their hands idly over my body. Pete kissed my
belly button, and Dick leaned down and kissed my forehead
(neither one of them apparently wanting to kiss where
either their own cock or the other guy's had been so recently).
"That," said Peter, still breathing hard "was wonderful.
Happy New Year."
"Happy New Century!" said Dick.
"Happy New Millemmium...millenium" I gasped.
My voice was thick. "Wine, wine!" I said, and Dick
got my glass and refilled it, and I gulped it down.
Getting the not-unpleasant taste of his out of mouth,
and also, lubricating my mouth, which was rather dry
in the aftermath. Then they refilled my glass,
and got two of their own. It wasn't champagne,
it was a blood wine, but it was perfectly suitable
for toasting in the New Year. We all clinked glasses.
"To the most sexy woman of any Millennium!" said Peter.
"To the best New Year's Eve I've ever experienced!" said Dick.
"To two studs who give excellent service!" I laughed.
They both collapsed down to the floor, backs to the
couch, me still in the middle. I sat up and snuggled
between them. We spent the next half hour or so
in comparitive silence and warmth, refilling the wine
glasses til the bottle was empty, watching the fanfare
on tv.
I stood up, still with my dress bunched up,and
walked, a little unsteadily, to the bathroom. I could
feel their eyes tracking my walk, my retreating ass.
I peeled off my dress and hung it on a hanger on
the back of the door. Ran some water in the sink,
and performed some absolutions with a wet washcloth.
Combed my hair with wet hands, ran water over my face.
ran the washcloth over my pussy. Toweled dry.
I came back into the living room, fully naked now.
Their eyes swiveled from the tv. I walked back in
between them, sank down into the carpet. I turned to
Dick, and ran my fingers down his chest and gave his
cock a squeeze. It was showing signs of life.
I rolled over and put my head into Pete's lap,
and softly ran my lips over his already twitching cock,
kissing down its length, then burying my nose into
his sack, as my mouth made circles around one testacle.
"Hey Sports, how about we relocate to the bedroom?"
I said. They looked over me at each other and grinned.
Dick began tickling me, and I laughed, my face still
on Pete's cock. Dick stood up, and stripped off the
rest of his clothes. His cock was at full attention now.
Pete, still looking a little self conscious, did the same.
They still stood as far apart from each other as they could,
their clothes draped over a chair and the couch.
"Get her legs" said Pete, and he reached under
my armpits, and hoisted me up. Dick grapped me at the
ankles, and lifted me up. I giggled and squirmed,
but they had me in the air now, face up, and they
stretched me apart so my ass was well off the carpet.
Like two moving furniture, they carried me
towards the bedroom. It was just 1am now.
Dick kicked the door open with his heel, and hit
the light with his elbow. Surprisingly, Pete's bed
was actually made. They carried me over, and then,
with a few playful swings back and forth, let go and
heave-ho'ed me onto the bed. I bounced, and lay back
giggling. Two big naked guys, cocks erect, grinned
at me and came over to the bed. Pete sat down next
to my head. Dick climbed up on the foot of the bed,
and grasping my legs, pushed them wide apart. He
spread my with his fingers, and then stuck his
head between my legs, and I felt his tongue start to
explore me.
Pete ran one finger over my breasts, then began
playfully batting at a hard nipple the way a kitten would
a ball of string. His other hand tilted my head towards
his hard cock. I opened my lips and he slid into my mouth.
Dick's tongue hit a particularly good spot, and I
gasped.
The phone rang on the bedside. Pete picked it up.
"Happy New Year!" he said. And listened for a minute.
"It's for you", he said, placing the phone down by
his crotch, which was where my face was. I'd continued to
suck on him when he answered the phone. He popped his
dick out of my mouth. I cradled the phone to my ear.
It was my friend Brandi, who knew where I was going to be.
"So, how'd it go?" she said. "It's still going!" I said.
"Can't talk, and being eaten. Call you tomorrow!"
"You lucky slut!" she said from the party she'd been at.
"Tell me all about it tomorrow. I'm drunk off my ass.
I'm going to see what I can round up here. Love ya!"
A dial tone. I dropped the phone, and Pete placed it
back in its cradle. Then offered his penis back to my mouth.
Dick continued to tongue my pussy.
We had many hours to go until the dawn of the new century.
I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting much sleep.
The End.
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