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A Threesome to Remember
The Black Irishman had summoned me to the Hyatt to meet his longtime friend, Hank. Jack and Hank had been college roommates. They had rowed together up and down the Delaware River. Both 50, they were of medium height and stalky; muscular. But that’s where the similarities ended. Jack, the Black Irishmen had black hair, a goatee and dark brown eyes like his Spanish ancestors. Jack had a devilish laugh. He was a dominant lover. Hank was English. He was clean shaven with blonde hair and blue eyes. Hank was somewhat quiet; very vanilla. Together, they were the perfect.
I arrived on time to find the hotel room ajar with Jack casually sitting in the corner sipping his usual makers mark. A bar had been setup. The Makers, Cherry vodka for me and Stella Artois for Hank. Jack motioned for me to stand between his legs. As usual, he ran his hands beneath my skirt and cupped my ass. He pulled me close and smelled me over my skirt. His nose rubbed against my clit. He tapped my ass and asked me, whose slut I was. I replied, “ your’s of course”. He tapped my ass again and said, “good girl”.
He explained that he wanted me to be very nice to his friend, Hank today. He squeezed one of my ass cheeks and demanded an answer, “do you understand?” The threesome had been a longtime fantasy of mine. I replied, “yes, Jack.” While we waited, Jack had me sit across from him with my legs spread so that he could see the black lingerie I was instructed to wear.
Hank appeared at the door which I left ajar. He bolted it behind him. We were alone. This was fiinally happening. I met him at the door with his cold beer and he kissed me deeply; so much different from Jack. Passionately. “How’s our girl, today?“ I just smiled.
Jack and Hank sat at the small round table. They toasted and turned their attention to me. This was my cue to strip down to my lingerie and walk around the table. They each stopped me; admiring my thigh high stockings and playing with my panties. Jack taught Hank a little game he frequently played with me. He would stick a finger in my wet vagina and tell me if I was fuckable yet. Hank caught on fast. The three of us played poker for a little bit; drinking & flirting.
The master of ceremonies, Jack, suggested that the men continue to play cards while I service them. They both howled with laughter and playfully fought over who was first. Jack layed down a full house and crooked his finger. He grabbed my glass of cherry vodka and said, “I’ve got something tasty for you”.
I came over and straddled him, feeling his muscular chest and tasting the liquor in his kiss. He quickly pushed his chair back and pulled out his hard cock. He pointed to the floor indicating for me to get on my knees. Then he put his hand on the top of my head; pushing me straight down on his rock solid rod. Then, he pulled me up and told me to stir my vodka with his cock! This was a new one for me. But, I didn’t complain, I love vodka. I couldn’t get enough of him. The guys laughed and continued to play until Hank finally won. He layed down his winning hand with a big grin, “My turn, Give me that vodka. Come here Honey “. Hank’s cock was thicker. They both laughed when I saw it. I guess I looked surprised! The poker game long forgotten, Hank was encouraging me, “a little bit more’. Jack was a bit a voyeur (and backseat driver), “all of it, slut. Gag on that fat cock”. Hank held me by my ears and guided me all the way down. They laughed when I gagged and my eyes watered.
Hank helped me up and moved to the overstuffed chair & ottoman. “Come ride me”. I slowly slipped out of my lingerie and threw it at Jack, who was casually laying on the bed; watching. I straddled Hank and hovered above the head of his cock. I could feel the warm pre-cum, so close. Hank kissed me deeply and cupped my tits with both hands. I looked him in the eyes when I lowered my dripping slit on him. He kissed me again. His hands in my hair, elbows on my shoulders; he pushed me all the way down. It was fast and the mood changed. Jack chuckled while he watched Hank and I. I rode him hard while he held my jiggling tits. In the background I heard Jack, “faster, I want to see sweat on your body”. Poor Hank, didn’t take very long to cum. (His wife had him on a sex starvation diet). He buried his head between my tits and quietly exploded inside me. I kissed his cheek and got up to bring him a beer.
Hank drank his beer while I climbed into bed with Jack. We were under the sheets; kissing and sliding over each other. Hank couldn’t hear the dirty things that Jack was whispering to me under the covers. He had no idea how kinky his college roommate was. Hank finished his beer and hit the shower.
Jack got off the bed and took my hand; helping me off and leading to the foot of the bed. He bent me over the corner. I knew what was coming. This was his favorite position to spank me and take my ass. His voice was intoxicating. He gently caressed my ass; telling me that I was his beautiful slut. He went on to tell me how watching me fuck his best friend made him rock hard. That’s when his demeanor changed, “do you like teasing me”? He started spanking me; slowly at first. “Did you like his fat cock? How deep was he? Was his cum warm?” He kept interrogating and spanking me harder. “You need to be fucked”. Before I knew it, he stuffed my panties in my mouth, pushed my head down on the bed and slid his cock in my ass. I heard him gasp, “yes” when he was inside me. Then he started to thrust; every so often calling me a dirty name until he exploded and loudly moaned. So very different than Hank.
Hank was coming out of the bathroom while Jack put a sheet around me. He led me into the bathroom where we showered together. Jack gently washed me and we kissed each other.
When we came out, Hank was asleep in the bed. We climbed in and soon napped as well. I woke up before the men. It was arousing to be between them and I still hadn’t had an orgasm. I slid up closer to Hank and found my clit. Jack woke up and pressed himself behind me. He was breathing in my ear; telling me to let go. Hank woke up and held me when my body shook with release.
We laid around, laughing and the men declared they were starving. So, the three of us got dressed and ventured across the parking lot to a sports bar. I sat in the middle; smiling like the cat that ate the canary.