Date: Thu, 8 May 2003 11:08:23 -0700 (PDT) From: uday jones Subject: My BF and my GF (MFB) This is a completely true story about a sexual encounter between an adult male, an adult female and a male adolescent. All the names of humans have been changed, but the times and places are correct. If you like it, let me hear from you at Uday_Jones@yahoo.com. =========================================================================== In the spring of 1990 I was blessed with three outlets for my sexual tensions. One, of course was with me all the time, my right hand. The other two were a bit more exciting. At that point I guess I was 34 and had been divorced for about 5 years from my high school sweetheart. I'll tell you some other time about her and why she divorced me, but this story is about Heather and Rob. My name's Tom and I'm a software engineer for a company in Orlando. Like I said, in 1990 I was a 34-year-old plumpish guy with a mustache. I weighed a little over 200 and with my being only 5'8" I was certainly not slim and trim. Insofar as my sexual desires are concerned, I've never quite figured out where I fit in. I like girls, shit; I was married to one and had gone out with quite a few over the years. Weirdly enough though, I'd only had sex with a very few of them. I mean I love orgasms, its just all the other crap that goes into getting a girl to spread her legs for you that sometimes seems more trouble than its worth. The other thing is that I like boys too. Now I don't mean men, I really do mean boys, usually in the 11 to 16-age range. Another weird thing is that I don't go for gay kids. If I go after a boy I like him to be straight with just a desire for a little extra-curricular sex on the side. So how at 34 did I meet my needs? Well, I had a girlfriend, Heather. She was 18 when I first met her and was 20 in 1990. She was a student at a local college that I'd met at church one Sunday. There were bunches of other single guys closer to her age there, but for some reason she'd flirt with me, so one Sunday I asked her out. To fill in the blanks a little bit, I eventually discovered that she'd fooled around with one of her teachers for the last two years of high school, and that helped me understand her affection for guys older than her. So getting back to satisfying my sexual needs, I also had a suck buddy. Rob was a guy I met at the game room I usually cruised when I was hot for young cock. He was 14 the first time he let me blow him and had turned 15 in the middle of winter. The arrangement we had was I'd pay him $30 bucks and he'd let he suck his now 6-1/2 inch cum spicket anytime I dropped by to see him at his apartment. He was an only kid, his mom worked night and day to make ends meet and so Rob for the most part lived alone. I'd only met a couple of his girlfriends - they might be there when I'd stop by after work. When they were there I'd make some excuse and bug out. Hell, I didn't want to interfere with his real sex life! Now Rob knew about Heather, but Heather knew nothing of Rob. Sometimes, to get Rob in the mood, I'd tell him about a recent fuck session with Heather and he'd occasionally reciprocate by telling me about one of his girly fucks. It was really cool to be going down on his rod while he was telling me about it being in a young cunt only an hour or two earlier. That's one of the nice things about being a teenager -- there's almost always more cum in your balls ready to shoot at any stimulus. Let me be clear about this. Its not like Rob and I had only a client and vendor relationship. Sometimes we'd go see a movie or stop at my favorite game room. He might take me to meet some of his other friends, usually at a drug and drink bash. I'd see him disappear into a bedroom with a babe and come out with a contented look on his face. But I made sure I never tried to hit on one of his friends. I never wanted Rob to be weirded out by his buddies thinking he sold fag sex for cash. Back to Heather, she worked most weekend evenings at Disney World and so our dates were usually confined to weekday nights. Most of the time she'd sleep over at my house and leave for class from there. Eventually it was almost as though she'd moved in. She left most of her clothes and toiletries at my place. That's where she did her laundry and most of her homework. That's when we had the talk. It was late one night and we were sitting in my dark living room with some music playing softly in the background. I still don't know how the subject came up, but that's when she told me about fucking her teacher. As her story went on, she told me that she also fucked his young son, kinda as payback, since the teacher almost raped her the first time he came on to her. But she got so she really dug the kid's youthful enthusiasm for sex and fucked him pretty often until she graduated. I gave some hints that I had my own bizarre past and, when I felt somewhat safe, let out that I used to like to suck dicks, teen dicks. That got her mind spinning and she started connecting things like the movies we'd see and some of the things I'd mumble while screwing her to my closeted desire for boy prick. The good thing is that she wasn't apparently too grossed out by the idea, but I knew I hadn't been completely honest with her either. After that, when we'd see some young teen stud like at the movies or grocery store, she'd ask if I wanted to "do him" and then I'd ask her back. And it became sort of joke between us. Of course I told Rob about it all. I don't know why, but I'd never shown her picture to him before and when I did, he thought she looked pretty hot. Now I must be brain dead or something, because that's the first time the idea hit of the two of them getting it on. So I told Rob about Heather's wild high school fucks with the teacher and separately with his 12-year-old son. As we continued to talk about her I basically gave him permission to screw her if he ever got even the remotest chance (with a reduced rate for my future blowjobs!). On Thursday that week, I planned for the event to take place. I rented a movie, "Private Lessons," about a boy hot to screw his housekeeper I think (that one was hard to find!). I called Rob and asked if 7pm was going to be OK for me to come by (it was later than usual for a weekday night). And I washed Heather's laundry so she'd have no excuses to stay home. When she arrived from school I was already home and had dinner ready. We ate and then took a shower together and I told her we were going over to a friend's place to watch a movie. Of course she wanted to know whom, but I kept evading an answer. At 6:45 we were in my Jeep CJ and off to Rob's. I don't guess I've described Heather or Rob yet. Heather, you already know, was very pretty. She was around 5'4" and 115 lbs. Her hair was very dark brown, almost black, long, wavy and often kept in a ponytail. Her complexion was tanned, her skin smooth, her waist remarkably trim. Her legs were strong and her shoulders and arms showed her love for tennis. Heather's breasts were smallish, very attractive to me, but less desirable to some guys. That night she wore some short white shorts that revealed her luscious thighs and a little blue and yellow pullover that clung tightly to her skin with sleeves that kept most of her upper arms uncovered. Her feet had white Nike's and very short white socks. When Rob opened his door Heather's eyes grew to the widest I'd ever seen them. At 15, Rob was still developing. He was pretty tall, 5'10" maybe, and very thin everywhere but between his legs. I don't guess he was over 140 lbs, also tanned (from hanging out at the apartment pool), and not at all muscular. His freshly washed hair was dark blonde, parted in the middle and covered most of his ears and went a couple inches over his collar. The boy was wearing jeans shorts that came to his knees and covered his mostly hairless thighs. He wore no shoes or socks and so the dark hairs at his calves were clearly visible. His AC/DC tee shirt was dark, but clean. Beneath it was a smooth chest and tummy, the only hair confined in the pits of his arms. I greeted Rob and both Heather and Rob looked first at each other and then at me, as though I was going to give them an explanation. I wasn't. I pulled out the movie that Heather had not seen until that point and said I thought we'd watch a movie as I shoved it in the VCR in Rob's living room. I then thought to at least introduce the two of them and finally we sat on the couch facing the TV, Heather in the middle flanked by Rob and me. By this time Rob had deduced the plan but Heather was completely in the dark. I pressed play on the remote and turned off the light on the table next to me. Some light came from a dim lamp against the far wall, the rest from the TV. The movie is pretty lame, the title and the first 30 seconds pretty much tell you what happens in the rest of the film. I saw Heather glance at me; I smiled back and flicked an eyebrow at her. I noticed the corners of her mouth turn into a wry grin. After maybe 5 minutes of the movie Rob rested his left leg on the coffee table. Almost on cue, Heather put her right leg only a centimeter away. I looked at the screen and back to their legs. They were touching. A couple more minutes elapsed and Heather kicked off her shoes and put both legs back on the table, her socks purposely playing with Rob's shins. A stole a peek at Rob's lap and a noticeable protrusion was visible. I asked Rob if he had any soft drinks in the fridge, he muttered for me to help myself. I got up and quickly scurried off to the kitchen. I wasn't out of sight for more than 10 seconds, but when I returned through the door I saw Heather and Rob locked in a passionate embrace, their lips parted and their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Rob's hands were all over Heather's tight shirt feeling her tender breasts. Heather apparently was a bit more aggressive, her fingers already tugging at his zipper. I sat in a chair diagonally facing the couch to watch the action unfolding before me. Heather had his zipper down almost as my butt settled into the seat. Rob was wearing no undies, so his 6-1/2" hard tool was quickly exposed. Heather kissed Rob one last time before bending over to take his prick in her mouth. They adjusted their positions so that Rob's back leaned against the armrest, his right foot on the floor. Heather was on her knees, her torso resting on the cushion as her head bobbed between his legs. At that point Rob looked over to me and I saw a faraway smile on his face as he enjoyed the bliss of a blowjob. As I smiled back at him, he reached down and started to lift Heather's shirt over her head, the oral sex being temporarily suspended as the shirt passed her neck. Heather filled her mouth again with young cock as Rob then unsnapped her bra. His hands slipped beneath her bare arms and lifted her away from his throbbing organ. He then used his arms to help him as he stood up and removed his own shirt. Heather, wasting not a moment, undid the button on his shorts letting them fall to his ankles. Heather, as if acting in a striptease show, very slowly but sensuously slid her own shorts and undies away from their job of covering her sex. Her pubic hair, recently trimmed, arched tightly above her damp vagina. Her hand took Rob's, as she lay on her back naked, her legs spread and her pussy so visible and inviting. Rob's head turned and he quickly looked into my eyes. I mouthed "Fuck her" and with no hesitation he had the head of the prick I had sucked so many times at the gateway to her slit and was lifting her legs to give it entrance. I stood up to watch as he rubbed the head of his prick in the slippery juices at Heather's cunt lips. A moment later the head of his dick disappeared into the warm canyon only to be extracted a fraction of a second later and then shoved down deeper and deeper. Soon Heather had her arms wrapped around his body and I could hear the distinct slap of his balls against her ass as the 15-year-old pounded my 20-year-old girlfriend. By this time my shorts were off and I was instinctively stroking my own organ. I couldn't help thinking that at 15 my own cock was only 4-1/2 inches hard, not that its current 5" is that much better. I also couldn't help but note that this was the very first time I'd ever witnessed male-female sex live and in-person. I could hear every grunt, the constant distinct slosh of wet sex parts oozing together, the whispers they shared of wanton desire realized. I could hear him groan as Heather sucked Rob's neck into a hicky. And finally I heard the sound I'd heard so many times before as Rob's hard penis grew harder and he moaned loudly and finally spasmed shooting spurt after spurt of his thick white goo into Heather's hot hole. Rob could tell I needed to get my own cock in Heather's cum laden cunt. He got up and I quickly slid my own hard shaft into the spermy oblivion. My hips swung back and forth as I too pounded the girl pussy. Heather mustered her senses and quietly whispered in my ear, "Does he have any friends?" Just the thought that my hard rod was surrounded by a bath of boy juice was enough to send me over the brink. My own semen shot out to commingle with those of young Rob's. Rob of course had watched my coitus with Heather and, as teens are designed to do, was again sporting wood as I rolled off of Heather and into her arms. She invited Rob to bring his rod closer and, only inches from my face; she began to lick his pussy juice flavored prick. Then she stopped and said looking at me, "You do it." Rob, already horny again, was only too happy to maneuver himself so I could get more than just a lick. Now Heather was getting a close up of a boy-man blowjob. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her broad grin as my nose impacted Rob's pubic hair. As though I was auditioning for a movie, I gave Heather quite a show as I gave Rob one of my better blowjobs. She watched as I kissed the tip of his rod, she studied as my fingers gently played with his pretty balls and my tongue swirled around his sensitive spot. She later told me how surprised she was when she saw Rob gently brush my hair with his fingers as I sucked him off, almost as a sign of affection. But all good things come to an end, and soon thereafter my mouth was delivered its own wad of boy cum. I was a little disappointed, but amused nonetheless, when Heather kissed me and we swapped Rob's cum back and forth. I had wanted it for myself. By this time, the movie was almost over. And besides, it was just a little tamer than the sex adventure we'd just shared. We all found our clothes and put them on. I extracted my movie and put it back in its box. And then we simply said so-longs, Heather and Rob gave each other a peck, I gave Rob a genital squeeze and we were gone. Heather, Rob and I had other adventures, but those stories are for another time .