The first time.
I was in college. Lived in New York and well, the buses and subway did just fine. Hell, I was 18, and could drink(remember those days!) and waiting for a bus wasn't ever a problem. In those days I was convinced that if you didn't want to wait long for a bus, light a cigarrette. It never failed, you lit one and before you knew it you had to step on it after only three or four drags.
This night it wasn't working, I used to attend Hunter College in the Bronx, part of CUNY. It was a tough neighborhood, to and from the school. Fordham Road was always a risk at night. This night, after the third cig, the bus still wasn't in site. Standing there on the the corner a car pulls up, and honks the horn. I bend down and looking at the driver in the dark car. The guy says, "hey want a lift, where you headed?" I tell him I'm going down Fordham, into Manhatten. "Jump in" he says. On the ten minute ride into upper Manhattan the guy makes some small talk. Tells me what I was up to at two in the morning on Fordham Rd. I tell him I just got out of a college party and was headed home. He says, alone, you didn't pick anybody up? Well, it was a frat party and when I left, if I wated a date I would have had to carry her out because everyone was kind of knocked out. He laughs and says want to keep parting? Well, he then says he just went to to score and his sister is waiting for him at home and do I want to keep the night going. I look the guy over and size him up, shit, I could knock this guy out stone drunk if I needed to, sure lets go.
We get to his apartment near Broadway and Dykeman St., in upper Manhattan, which is a walking distance from my place. We go up and sure enough a young lady is up and waiting for him. We get introduced and by the fact that she's not trying to be modest and covering up with the fact that she was in a see-through nightie. I started to buy that she was his sister. Let me just say that we proceeded to whip out a mirror and a metal straw and the party was on. His sister was getting more and more jumpy as were we all, and we were yacking and having a great old time. She sat on the floor across from us, cross legged and that pussy was just out in plain sight. Well, I got into looking at it and well, the old cock started giving me the hint. Out it went and started stretching down my jeans. She was checking it out and I got a feeling the guy was checking it out too. He soon went to the bathroom to make a return on his beer rental and when he got back, I excused myself to do the same. That's when I saw it. The picture of them that was hanging in the hallway. A wedding picture! I must have been really drunk and high because the first thing I thought was, hey, brother and sister, and they're married! Well, my head was in another place cause I went in and used the restroom and came out and he was gone. i sat back on the couch and she jumped on it right next to me and we kept the party going. hey where's ____, I asked. Oh, he went to lie down for a few minutes, she said.
Then those amazing stiff nipples of hers started rubbing on my arm, and well, the next thing I know, my pants are bunched around my ankles and she's doing a slow downward impalement on my erect cock. I just love that position, and to be able to nurse on those awesome tits she had, I was in for a real treat. Believe it or not, I forgot about him, I was just floating along with every hip curl and crotch stroke she was laying on me. My field of view was filled with those mammaries just swaying infront of my face and the sheer joy of her smiling face.
I noticed something was wrong, I felt her going up and down on my dick but she was laying on my chest and her body was still. Between our ongoing tongue bouts she looked down and asked if I liked it? Oh yeah, I said, and thats when she dismounted me and I looked down and saw her husband/brother sucking my dick like a champ. I just laid there and let him suck on it for all he was worth. She knelt down next to him and took turns on it. They tongue kissed with it between their mouths. They wrapped their lips around it, each with a half moon mouth full on either side, and even corrodinated enough to slide up and down on it in that position. She climbed back on and he kept his face there and licked at my shaft whenever it was exposed on the up-stroke. I came, and when she felt it, she pushed off and he caught the rest in that warm wet mouth of his.
I stayed the early morning, and into the day and I fucked her a couple of other times and he always dove in afterwards and cleaned her up. I think he wanted me to do him. She left us alone on the bed to do something and he turned his back to me and laid on his belly with his legs spread. I looked over and did think of climbing on his back and taking it but I didn't. I left, never went back, even though they asked me to and gave me their number to call. It might have been interesting to see what would have developed.
I was in college. Lived in New York and well, the buses and subway did just fine. Hell, I was 18, and could drink(remember those days!) and waiting for a bus wasn't ever a problem. In those days I was convinced that if you didn't want to wait long for a bus, light a cigarrette. It never failed, you lit one and before you knew it you had to step on it after only three or four drags.
This night it wasn't working, I used to attend Hunter College in the Bronx, part of CUNY. It was a tough neighborhood, to and from the school. Fordham Road was always a risk at night. This night, after the third cig, the bus still wasn't in site. Standing there on the the corner a car pulls up, and honks the horn. I bend down and looking at the driver in the dark car. The guy says, "hey want a lift, where you headed?" I tell him I'm going down Fordham, into Manhatten. "Jump in" he says. On the ten minute ride into upper Manhattan the guy makes some small talk. Tells me what I was up to at two in the morning on Fordham Rd. I tell him I just got out of a college party and was headed home. He says, alone, you didn't pick anybody up? Well, it was a frat party and when I left, if I wated a date I would have had to carry her out because everyone was kind of knocked out. He laughs and says want to keep parting? Well, he then says he just went to to score and his sister is waiting for him at home and do I want to keep the night going. I look the guy over and size him up, shit, I could knock this guy out stone drunk if I needed to, sure lets go.
We get to his apartment near Broadway and Dykeman St., in upper Manhattan, which is a walking distance from my place. We go up and sure enough a young lady is up and waiting for him. We get introduced and by the fact that she's not trying to be modest and covering up with the fact that she was in a see-through nightie. I started to buy that she was his sister. Let me just say that we proceeded to whip out a mirror and a metal straw and the party was on. His sister was getting more and more jumpy as were we all, and we were yacking and having a great old time. She sat on the floor across from us, cross legged and that pussy was just out in plain sight. Well, I got into looking at it and well, the old cock started giving me the hint. Out it went and started stretching down my jeans. She was checking it out and I got a feeling the guy was checking it out too. He soon went to the bathroom to make a return on his beer rental and when he got back, I excused myself to do the same. That's when I saw it. The picture of them that was hanging in the hallway. A wedding picture! I must have been really drunk and high because the first thing I thought was, hey, brother and sister, and they're married! Well, my head was in another place cause I went in and used the restroom and came out and he was gone. i sat back on the couch and she jumped on it right next to me and we kept the party going. hey where's ____, I asked. Oh, he went to lie down for a few minutes, she said.
Then those amazing stiff nipples of hers started rubbing on my arm, and well, the next thing I know, my pants are bunched around my ankles and she's doing a slow downward impalement on my erect cock. I just love that position, and to be able to nurse on those awesome tits she had, I was in for a real treat. Believe it or not, I forgot about him, I was just floating along with every hip curl and crotch stroke she was laying on me. My field of view was filled with those mammaries just swaying infront of my face and the sheer joy of her smiling face.
I noticed something was wrong, I felt her going up and down on my dick but she was laying on my chest and her body was still. Between our ongoing tongue bouts she looked down and asked if I liked it? Oh yeah, I said, and thats when she dismounted me and I looked down and saw her husband/brother sucking my dick like a champ. I just laid there and let him suck on it for all he was worth. She knelt down next to him and took turns on it. They tongue kissed with it between their mouths. They wrapped their lips around it, each with a half moon mouth full on either side, and even corrodinated enough to slide up and down on it in that position. She climbed back on and he kept his face there and licked at my shaft whenever it was exposed on the up-stroke. I came, and when she felt it, she pushed off and he caught the rest in that warm wet mouth of his.
I stayed the early morning, and into the day and I fucked her a couple of other times and he always dove in afterwards and cleaned her up. I think he wanted me to do him. She left us alone on the bed to do something and he turned his back to me and laid on his belly with his legs spread. I looked over and did think of climbing on his back and taking it but I didn't. I left, never went back, even though they asked me to and gave me their number to call. It might have been interesting to see what would have developed.
Still waiting for my threesome though. 
