Initiation

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It was summer when Melody took my virginity and we spent the next 2 weeks locked in my bedroom doing nothing but fucking.

School was out. We had no jobs. Rent was paid. We had nothing else to do.

Just.

Fucking.

So I should’ve known when Mel invited me to join her at the home of Rugby and Bristol, a married couple 20 years our senior, that something naughty was afoot.

Melody gave me no warning.

But before I knew it, all four of us were in a hot tub and the girls were topless, both pair of their amazingly large tits bobbing at the bubbly surface.

“Don’t you like Bristol’s tits,” Melody plainly asked.

I did. Greatly.

Bristol was 40 but could have easily been a decade younger. Thick, but not overweight, pale skinned and brunette. She reminded me of that sexy British lady chef I’ve always wanted to fuck.

“She’ll let you touch them,” encouraged Rugby, referring to Bristol’s glorious boobs.

I looked at Melody. She looked back at me like she does when she wants to get fucked.

Bristol stood up a bit, her tits rising above the steamy surface. I took a tit in each hand and lifted them up. They were so full. So heavy.

I could feel Melody moving in closer and feeling for my cock to see if I was hard.

I was.

Then she took one of Bristol’s tits from my hand and placed her mouth on it, sucking at her nipple deeply.

And there it was. My new girlfriend, the girl who only 15 days before tool my virginity, sucking the tit of a 40 year old right in front of me, my own hand still groping her other.

“Kiss her,” Rugby’s voice suggest across from us.

I lean in and kiss Bristol. She moans into my mouth.

We kiss a bit more but I eventually break away and join Melody in sucking Bristol’s tits.

I can feel her pulling her bottoms off.

Melody follows suit.

I do the same. The hot water felt great on my stiff bare dick.

“Suck Melody’s tits now,” Rugby commanded.

And we obeyed.

Melody was very vocal as we suckled her thick nipples. My loud girl was even louder.

“Left her up on the deck.”

We did.

Bristol followed her up, still kissing Mel and her tits as I positioned myself between her two legs which dangled down into the tub.

I was surprised to find her pussy so incredibly soaked on the inside. It was obvious Melody was getting off on this so hard and it turned me on how highly she was aroused.

I dove into her pussy and licked away at Mel with a devoted fever. In our two weeks together I had learned quickly how she licked to be eaten out and I had her cumming in no time.

Melody screamed her orgasm into a muffled kiss with Bristol. It was a sound I loved immediately and would grow to crave.

“Now do that to my wife”

Bristol and Melody exchanged places giggling. And I proceeded to eat Bristol’s pussy as her husband watched and as my new gal sucked at her tits.

Bristol tasted divine.

I slid two fingers deeply inside her four-decade old cunt and flicked away at her g-spot as my tongue rapidly swirled around her stiff clit.

Bristol erupted into a shaking wet orgasm against my face. I showed no mercy and only licked her harder, fingered her deeper.

Her orgasms also muffled, but not by a kiss of the mouth. By Melody’s tit that was dangling into our lover’s mouth.

“Your turn, Will.” Rugby looked at me. “Let him have it girls.”

All 3 of us were now laying on the wooden deck of the jacuzzi. I was on my back looking down at my cock disappearing inside of Bristol’s married mouth.

Fuck she was good.

Bristol’s stellar blow job was heightened by the addition of Melody kissing and licking my balls and under them.

2 mouths on my cock and balls. Motherfucker. A single mouth would never feel the same.

And then it happened.

Before I even know it, Bristol is pulling me out of her mouth and climbing on top of me. In another second she is mounting my dick.

Only my 2nd pussy ever, my second fuck a mere 2 weeks after my first and in the presence of her husband and my girlfriend.

And she’s great.

Bristol’s pussy feels as fine as it tasted and this woman…

Knew.

How. To. Fuck.

“Do you want to cum inside my wife,” I hear Rugby ask.

And before I could answer, I was.

In buckets.

Feverishly, Mel pushes her off me and pins her down on the deck, face down in her sex, eating away at Bristol’s cunt as my fresh hot cum oozes out of her fuck-worn pussy.

While Mel is licking her, Rugby finally gets out of the tub and moves over to the girls.

His cock is gigantic. At least a foot and thick as fuck.

He drops to his knees at Melody’s ass and enters her pussy with ease.

She barely flinches and takes his monstrous cock fully inside her with pleasure as she licks away at Bristol.

Rugby is pumping her good and hard.

Bristol cums from Mel’s skilled licking.

Rugby screams Melody’s name as he fucks her even harder, gripping her hair and smacking her ass roughly as he plows her.

He’s a goner within a minute.

My girlfriend, my future wife, yells out to him “Cum in me, you fuck!!!”

And he does, gnashing his teeth.

It all has me fully hard once again.

As soon as Rugby pulls out of Melody, I plug myself inside of her.

He’s stretched her a bit and her pussy is slick with his cum. The sensation is fucking ecstatic though and I fuck her harder than I ever have.

My stamina is high and her pussy, lubed in another man’s cum and gaping from his thick dick, doesn’t feel as tight so I’m able to fuck her longer than ever. Melody starts cumming more.

Her orgasmic convulsions skyrocket my own climax and soon I too am adding my cum inside of Melody’s beautiful shared fuck hole.

Bristol kisses me on the mouth, begging me to eat her pussy some more.

“Go on, boy,” says Rugby playing with Mel’s tits as she catches her breath. “You’re just getting started.”

And like that a decade of fuckery began.

3 thoughts on “Initiation

  1. This is totally hot, but I want to know more. At 19, 40-year olds were nonexistent to me. Didn’t this situation make you feel like you were fucking your parents? (Sorry!) I could see it if these were other teens, but this feels different. Also, weren’t there questions in your mind? How did you feel about M during? What about being called boy? How did you feel about that?

    • Ah feelings. Yes, I keep forgetting to focus on those. You are making me a balanced writer, Jenna, and for that I thank you. I could write a whole post on it, perhaps, but let me share a bit here.

      I was nervous as fuck. She told me before we went over there that they were swingers, very open sexually. But me being naive at the time, didn’t really think things would happen at all, especially as fast as they did.

      Yet, in our 2 weeks together, Melody had already taught me to stop over thinking sex. To just be in the moment and enjoy the present. And as soon as I started touching Bristol’s tits I did just that. I stopped worrying and just had fun. I’m a 21 year old dude at this point (Mel was 19). I wasn’t about to pass up a chance at a threesome.

      And their age never really bothered me. Bristol was BEAUTIFUL. I found her very attractive immediately and didn’t think about her age at all.

      Rugby was even older, 52 I think. And he just watched at first so it wasn’t bugging me. Then when he started fucking Mel, I just found it incredibly hot. His cock was huge and I liked watching her take it with ease. Reminded me how special she was. And I didn’t get jealous because it seemed only fair. My cum was inside his wife too.

      And it didn’t feel like they were “parents.” It felt like they were teachers. I’m glad Rugby told me what to do otherwise I probably would have froze. I liked that he simplified it for me with “orders.” It helped me not overthink and enjoy the moment.

      My feelings on Mel were the same as they were the first day I fucked her and all throughout our marriage— what an amazing goddess of a woman. She always seemed born and bred to fuck. And I always felt born and bred to please so I just loved making her happy.

      And I enjoyed the fuck out of it too.

      • Wow, the more you tell me, the more questions I have. I am struck by how much power our first lovers have over us. It is an initiation. For me, the whole experience was the dead opposite, more about closing off than opening up.

        I’m still wondering about the tension that must have been present in this situation. Maybe you were clueless/too in love with Melody/too horny to notice at the time. But I think getting that feeling into your writing is key to being a writer and not just a sex blogger or even an erotic writer. Maybe you should give it a stab from the other guy’s POV.

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