Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 23:48:50 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Marine Buddy (bisexual) Marine Buddy by Jon Hold Copyright ©2007, 2016 by the Author Jonhold@earthlink.net Please donate something to Nifty. Keeping it open and active is important! This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be used without his express permission. Private persons and no others are given permission to have one (1) electronic and/or one (1) printed copy of this work. Nifty Erotic Stories ArchiveTM is given permission to archive this work. All the usual disclaimers that are usual usually apply here. This is a work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages and conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of legal age or mindset or location, go no further but remove this material from your possession forthwith. If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. Positive or negative comments welcome. Everyone is 37.6 years old or amour. Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse for being kinky. Enjoy! Jon Chapter the only Lying on either side of his wife, the corporal and I each had a tit in our mouth and a finger up her pussy. "You wanna fuck her?" he asked. I looked at her and she grinned and nodded, her eyes twinkling at the thought of me mounting her. I didn't waste a lot of time, just rolled up to cover her. Her husband guided my cock directly into her snatch and then just laid there watching me as I started to kiss and hump his beautiful wife. He let me get a head of steam built up and then reached up and rubbed my now sweaty back, "Do you mind if I watch?" "Hell, No!" I said. "Knowing that you're watching me fuck your wife really turns me on!" He laughed. "Yeah. Same for me. Having another guy watching my moves makes sex even better. Do you mind if I touch you?" I broke my kiss with his wife. Reached over and grasping the thick cock poking out between his thighs said, "Not if you don't mind being touched back!" He grinned and put his hot hand on my flexing ass, feeling the motion as I fucked his wife. Feeling his cock in my hand and his hand on my ass really turned me on. My dick had never been harder and I'd never before pounded pussy so vigorously. Sam moved in close and put his arm around my shoulder, his face pushing in close to where his wife and I were swapping spit as we fucked. Six lips reached... and met as his cock squished its way into the motion between his wives belly and mine. I first met Sam on the yellow footprints in front of the Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego. We were both terrified and trying to not show it. I was about to pass out and he punched my arm and gave me the "thumb up" sign. I have never forgotten that act of kindness. We became best buddies in boot camp and learned to totally trust each other. We did 2nd ITR together. Then we got posted to Vietnam where we learned to really rely on each other. We lost track of how many times we saved each others ass. We had our first drunk together at an Army base in the rear. When we got to Okinawa we lost our virginity together to the same whore, in the same bed... at very nearly the same time (He came in her, I pushed him off and stuck my cock into the hole he'd just been using. When I felt his cum on my dick I shot off immediately, wracked with the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had up to that time). I went home with him on our 30 day leave and ended up being the best man at his wedding. I was also responsible for organizing the kidnapping and hiding of his wife on their wedding night. He failed to see the humor in that, although his wife thought it was "kind of cute" I won't repeat what he said. Sam extended for two years to get a long-term billet with family housing in Okinawa. I was off to teach machine guns at 2nd ITR. I thought I was going to surprise them, but someone snitched me off and they were waiting for me at the airport when I showed up in Okie. They had fixed up their second bedroom for me in their off-base house and surprised me with it. That was one great reunion. When we got back to their house we weren't drunk, but, we weren't particularly sober either. They showed me my bedroom and told me I could use it any time. I fucking near cried. Betty just kissed me and Sam about cracked my ribs hugging me. We sat out on the porch drinking wine coolers, talking and watching the moon on the quiet ocean. I'm not sure just exactly how, but it was decided that there was no sense in messing up the sheets on two beds when theirs was plenty big for all three of us. Betty and I turned our heads to the side and the three of us locked lips and tongues and lips in one wet and sloppy kiss. After a couple of minutes Sam pulled back a bit and about half worried, stared into my eyes (I can't lie without my eyes giving me away, and he knew it) and asked, "You didn't mind me feeling your ass, did you?" "Hell no! I like it when you touch me." I don't think I'd ever seen Sam so scared. Betty chimed in, "Sam thinks you have the most beautiful ass in the world. He really likes mine, and loves to fuck it, but he's convinced that your ass is the finest he's ever seen, or will ever see. He loves your ass, Jon." I lay there on top of my best buddy's wife, trying to say something, anything. It was like my tongue was frozen or something. Finally I reached up and took Sam by the wrist and guided his hand down my body until it was resting on my ass. My gumption finally returned, "Sam, not only are you my best friend, who has saved my life more times than either of us can count, but you've always had the hottest male body I've ever seen! I had to do multiplication tables in my head when you'd come into the shower, that's how hot you made me. I've jacked off, watching your body inside my mind. We're brothers, Sam. You want my ass? It's yours. It felt great when you were feeling me up. I'll bet it's gonna feel even better when you get a finger into my asshole instead of just sneaking a feel. You wanna fuck me up the ass, it's yours. Do whatever you want with it or any other part of my body, but maybe we should ask Betty if it's Ok with her. I don't know if I can take that huge honker of yours, but I'm willing to try. Having you touch me, hold me while I'm humping Betty, having you sticking out between us makes my dick harder than it's ever been before. Can you imagine how awesome it's going to feel if we can get that huge piece of meat of yours up my ass?" Sam couldn't take any more. He totally covered my mouth with his and started trying to suck my tongue completely out of my head. His hand squeezed my ass, HARD. I clenched my ass, moaned and shot bunch of pre-cum into Betty. Sam immediately let go, thinking he'd hurt me. Just as quickly I pushed my ass up into his hand and covered his hand with mine, urging him to work my ass over even harder. He got started and my hand returned to his cock and balls, doing a little working over myself. We were silently urging each other to squeeze harder, pull harder and to feel _everything_. I flinched and clenched my ass when Sam tried to get a finger inside me. Betty punched his shoulder a couple of times and then slapped him up-side the head until he said, "Ow!" and paid attention to her. "Get the lube out of the drawer and use it you moron. Are you trying to ruin his ass the first time out?" Sam started mumbling obscenities about bossy women (personally, in this instance, I was thankful for our bossy woman), but dutifully opened the drawer on the bedside table and got himself the biggest tube of lube I'd ever seen. I got the feeling that somebody got fucked up the ass a lot more than had been intimated. I also got the feeling of cold lube on my tight pucker and the feel of a long, fat middle digit sliding smoothly up into my ass. He found something up inside my ass with his finger, and when he pushed on it, I went totally crazy and started squirting more cum than I had ever shot before. Never had I cum this hard. My balls were clenched up solid to my cock and were aching unbelievably wonderfully. Every time Sam would stroke my button I'd cum again. And again and again and again until I was begging for mercy, limp as a dish rag except for the hardest terminal hardon I'd ever had. I just knew that my dick was never going to work, ever again. Sam was laying up on his elbow, watching what he was doing and laughing at the way I'd twitch every time he'd poke my prostate. Betty and Sam held me and soothed me as I passed out, Sam's finger still wonderfully up my ass. I came to slowly, lazily realizing that 1) I was still on top of Betty, 2) That my dick was still in her and still as hard as ever, and 3) that Sam definitely had more than one finger in my ass, was really giving me a world-class finger-fuck and that I was enjoying hell out of it. "Damn, Sam," I mumbled, "that REALLY feels good, and I've never come that hard before. You can fuck me anytime!" "I'm glad you mentioned that," Sam said as he made Betty and I arch up so he could stuff all the pillows under Betty's ass. That arched Betty and I up and made my ass easily accessible to Sam. What I liked best about the position though was that it forced my back and Sams furry belly together when he mounted me. Betty and Sam worked on me for over forty-five minutes getting his heavily lubed cock up my ass while I went through the changes: scared and reluctant but willing virgin; crying thinking about what my father would say if he knew I was letting some guy fuck me up the ass; embarrassed thinking about what the other guys would say; and then oblivious to the outside world when Sam's broadly flared cockhead finally pushed past that tender gland inside me. When they finally got all that cock up inside me with Sam's thick crotch thicket scrubbing my wide-stretched asshole, I lost it. I totally lost it. Cumming and screeching and spazzing out, totally out of control. Well, not totally out of control. Sam was clamped onto my back, cumming deep into my ass, providing me with the control I was incapable to generate myself. The feeling of his protective warmth on my back allowed me to go with the overpowering reaction of my body to the fulfillment of my deepest, most hidden desires. Betty finally made Sam pull out of me and they moved me to one side of the bed where I slept/passed out while Betty was giving up her behind to Sam's out-of-control lust. I woke up in the morning sandwiched between them with Betty smiling at me. I felt Sam's body heat behind me, his arm over my chest, one leg over my thigh. He held me firmly to his furry body, as if afraid I might somehow disappear. I put my hand up on the thick forearm crossing my chest and smiled at Betty, "Good Morning!" "Good Morning," she murmured, wiggling closer to me. No mean feat, considering how close we were when she started. Sam's leg over my thigh was hooked behind her knee and her arm ran under mine back to her husband. "Oooh," she moaned, mimicking Mae West, "Are you glad to see me, or is Sammy poking your behind again?" Well, as it happens, I could, distinctly, feel Sam's thick weight laying against my buns, but it was her very feminine smell and rounded feel, as well as a certain need to pee, that had my anatomy prodding her belly. Another shift and wiggle on her part and I felt her delightful warmth surround me just as her warm breath covered my face. I pushed my hips firmly into hers, pinching Sam's fullness with my buns at the same time. She held me close, letting me know that she was much more interested in closeness and intimacy than in any active fucking. Sam moaned in his sleep and hunched against my tight ass, reminding me of nights under a poncho in Vietnam trying to keep warm and catch a little sleep, only now there were no uniforms keeping us apart. I idly thought I might be asleep, but made NO attempt to wake myself. "Sammy told me before we got married about the two of you. Of how much he owed you and how much you cared about each other. He also told me that you might possibly want him in a sexual way and that, if you did, whatever you wanted was yours. He made it very clear that you had first claim and that if you ever chose to exercise your right to him and his body, your wishes would be followed, openly and wholeheartedly. Jon... all I asked was if I would be welcome to join the two of you." When I got over that little revelation, she continued, "I've always had the hots for you, Jon. I don't think it's your body. Sammy has plenty of friends, we both do, with bodies sexier than yours." I started to grumble but she just kissed me and continued "...much sexier than yours. It's your mind that turns me on, Jon. You have always intrigued me with the wide range of things you talk about and all your enthusiasms. You are so great with kids. And, most importantly, your relationship with my husband makes me crazy with lust. Now, shut up and fuck me as well as you did last night!" And that's how our life-long relationship started. Betty with her two husbands. Sammy and I with our shared wife. Sammy's dick and my ass. Sammy's mouth and my dick. Betty's ass and both our dicks at the same time. Our children, Sammy's first, then mine, and then whoever's sperm swam the fastest. Betty's pussy and both our dicks at the same time. When our hitches were up we moved to San Diego and started a business. We were millionaires before any of us was 35. Our kids always had a parent available and were proud of having two daddies. We were vastly proud of all our kids and did our best to have no favorites. As is usual in large families (Betty loved getting pregnant, being pregnant, and having even more kids to love and take care of, which included, most definitely, both her husbands.) The kids helped each other, stuck together, and NOBODY fucked with any of them unless they really wanted an ass whipping from all of them, their parents being the one exception to that rule. Samjon, our third child, pretty much ruled the children's roost, his elder brother and sister were very happy to let him have the responsibility and extra work. While Samjon was generally in charge, Sam Jr, our first child, was in charge of work crews and assigning tasks. Our second born, Kathleen, was in charge of school matters, and learning in any form. The younger kids all picked an area of responsibility and made it their own. Dale in charge of all the pets, George in charge of housecleaning. Sue Beth owned the kitchen and, supported, guided and abetted by her mother and a constantly revolving work crew of her brothers and sisters, managed enviable meals for all of us and our guests, of which we had many, including a few lost souls that the family acquired and healed by making them one of us. Betty and Max, one of our adopted kids and a budding architect, found an old, two story farm house that they purchased, redesigned, remodeled, restored, redecorated, repopulated, and returned as the entire families home/ranch/sports camp/cooking school/waifs home, and favorite hangout for our families friends, guests and lovers. Kathleen joined her mother producing new babies at the age of seventeen, picking a succession of "interesting men" to father her children, sometimes two or three at a time striving to father a child on her. Some of her beau's married her sisters, all of whom forged much more traditional relationships, most of them remaining, either in the big house or in one of the remodeled outbuildings. Husbands/wives were sometime traded, loaned, borrowed, even rented out a few times. Ralph, one of Kathleen's men, one of the few who produced two of our kids with her, was a huge, powerful man who ended up marrying one of our sons, a lightweight that ruled him with an iron hand, much to the amusement--and envy of his sisters. Their love making was so loud and house shaking that they moved/were moved to an apartment in one of our barns with Breyer's beloved horses. Breyer was only 5'1", but was hung like one of his stallions and ruled 6'5" Ralph with an iron rod! Ralph loved it and was madly in love with his hard fucking husband. The long and the short of it as that the love between Sammy and I, forged in war and sealed by our generous, loving wife, was a success. Massively, enduringly successful. Sorry, got off of the horny-making stuff, we started telling you, but we think we've shared with you the reasons our loving, happy family has been so wildly successful. So there's our story, Jim. We, the whole family, want you to come and stay with us as long as you care to. Be aware that Sammy and I have every intention of fucking your ass and having you suck our dicks because Betty has decided she wants a son by you and her loving husbands are cut off until you get her pregnant. And you WILL get her pregnant, even if Sammy and I have to spit your cum into her wonderful pussy. Pussy may not be your favorite thing, but we're pretty sure you're going to love the warming up exercises! Piece and happiness Jim! And welcome to the family, Jon, Betty, Sammy, Katheleen and the kids ------ Haiku for Windoze ABORTED effort: Close all that you have. You ask way too much.