Bring a Friend

I opened my mouth to argue.

"I called my parents." Missy said before I could. "The roads are even worse outside of town. It's snowing at home. They told me to find someplace to stay and not to even try it."

"Er, ok." I said. "But, I'm sure you guys want to be alone. I'll just... I don't know. I guess I can go down to the lobby or something."

"It's 'quiet hours'." Paul said. "You won't be able to hang out in the lobby or in the halls. Dude, just chill. Here."

I tried to refuse, but somehow ended up with the cup in my hand, although I was determined I wouldn't drink it. Missy and Paul got me to talking about how Wendy and I even got together in the first place. Then they moved on to our relationship.

Sometime during that I forgot the cup in my hand wasn't "safe" and took my first drink of alcohol. While I was still coughing, Paul, the rat bastard, poured some more panther piss in the cup.

I also gradually forgot to be bothered they were naked under that sheet as I laid out Wendy and I's relationship in stark detail led along by their questions. Although that might have had more than a little to do with the five more times I forgot and sipped from the cup in my hands to wet my throat.

At least until we wound down, decided to lay down, and Paul got up to turn off the overhead light with his bare ass and his wicked wienie waving wild.

I wasn't sure I should be there, but I really didn't think I should pull a Wendy and try to leave since the roads were icy and the world was tilting strangely. I did what I thought was the "mature thing" and rolled so my back was to the couple settling on the other bed and pulled the covers over my head.

There was some giggling in the dark and then Missy whispered, "Stop it. Kevin's right there. He'll hear."

"That wasn't stopping you when he and Wendy were both there." Paul said.

"I guess." Missy said. "But, now he's alone. It just doesn't seem right."

"Want me to invite him over?"

"No." Missy moaned as I could hear the sound of kissing behind me.

"You say no, but you just got really wet." Paul said. "And your nipples got really hard."

"Shh." Missy giggled.

I was stunned. Me join them for sex? People just didn't do that sort of thing. Did they?

No. No, I must have misunderstood. Or, Paul was probably just teasing Missy and I. He had to know I could hear them. He probably wanted me to respond so he could laugh at me, whichever way I responded.

Besides, Missy had said no. Of course, she'd said no. What kind of girl would say yes to that question in those circumstances? God knew I'd had enough difficulties getting Wendy to say yes when it was just the two of us more than about once every two weeks. Other than that, I'd gone home every night and masturbated.

And Missy! Missy of all people. No way, no how was she going to agree to have sex with me even if it was at the same time as Paul.

And how would that work anyway? Two guys and one girl? I didn't think Paul was gay and I damn sure wasn't. The idea of him touching me, or even getting his dick near me made me faintly nauseous.

Missy, of course, was a different proposition all together. Missy touching me, sucking me, fucking me had an appeal I couldn't deny as my cock throbbed in my jeans.

I popped the buttons on my 501s and reached into my underwear to straighten my swollen dick to a more comfortable position.

In my musings, I'd lost track of the other couple, had stopped listening to them, and I was surprised when I felt the covers lift. I turned on my back to see Missy looming beside the bed.

"What-" I managed to say before she laid her finger across my lips.

Paul turned on the lamp on the desk at the head of his bed. I blinked under the relative brightness, though it was much dimmer than the overhead, and saw him sitting up. His hand was on his erect cock, slipping up and down.

Missy's hand slid along my arm up under my waistband to replace mine on my cock. I looked at her and she smiled at me. Then I looked back at Paul, who correctly interpreted my confusion.

"Just let it happen, dude." Paul said. "Unless you don't want her."

I looked up into Missy's eyes. She had her bottom lip between her teeth. I tried not to look at her naked breasts, but I could see those brown tipped mounds of flesh in my peripheral vision.

Of course I wanted her. I'd wanted her before I even knew I did. She had been my most difficult trial as I struggled against what I'd been indoctrinated was wrong. How many times had I held my books in front of me to hide my erection when a class we'd shared in high school was over?

And to have her standing next to me, as naked as the day she was born, with her hand on my hot throbbing shaft... Of fucking course I wanted her!

"I do." I said softly. "But..."

"No 'but'." Paul said. "She wants you. You want her. I want her. She wants me. She wants us both and we both want her. Just let it happen."

I was pretty sure there was a flaw in that logic somewhere, but, and maybe it was the alcohol, I just couldn't see it.

"Ok." I said.

Missy smiled and knelt beside the bed where I laid. I watched, fascinated, as she lowered my jeans and underwear to expose my shaft. She gave a little moan as she looked at it and began sliding her hand up and down it's length.

God, but that felt good. And she didn't stop just because I was hard. She just knelt there looking at her hand moving up and down and up and down as my dick got harder still. It was just a tiny bit uncomfortable as she was pointing it straight up at the ceiling instead of letting it lay on my stomach and point at my navel. But, I would have bitten out my own tongue rather than complain.

Paul stood up and my eyes naturally drew to the movement. He was still stroking his shaft and stepped closer to Missy. My own erection may have softened just a little as I wondered what he was doing.

Missy glanced around at the movement behind her and her smile got wider when she saw Paul's cock coming closer. She reached out with her left hand and grasped him as her right kept moving on mine.

It was... strange to watch. Her hand on my cock felt really good. But seeing another cock in her other hand was weird. Not bad, I don't guess. But, weird.

Then her boobs began to sway with her body's motion drawing my eye and I couldn't have cared less what her other hand was doing. I almost ended everything right then by coating everything in reach in hot sticky cum.

When Missy leaned close to Paul and touched her lips to his prick head, I was put off a little at first. But, the one objection I'd had on the rare occasions Wendy put her mouth on me was that I couldn't see what she was doing! Missy putting her mouth on Paul's cock fixed that objection. Mostly.

It was erotic as hell watching her lips touch him and her tongue dart out to lick his hardness as she looked up at him. But, it was also more than a bit strange, sort of a mental disconnect that I wasn't feeling it happen to mine as I saw her do it to his.

Missy turned sideways and ran her lips and tongue along the side of Paul's cock. Our eyes met. Her fingers tightened around my shaft and I felt it twitch in response.

Then she pulled away from Paul and leaned over me.

Holy fucking shit!

I tried to watch as her soft full lips touched my shaft, I tried to maintain the eye contact as she watched my face. But, the pleasure was too exquisite and I moaned as my eyes fluttered shut and my head dropped to the pillow.

"Does that make up for causing you and Wendy to break up?"

I lifted my head and looked at Missy leaning so close to my balls I could feel that whisper tickling across my skin as her other hand worked Paul's shaft.

"Wendy who?" I asked weakly.

"Ha ha! My man!" Paul held out his hand for a high five.

It was surreal watching him stand there getting his shaft pumped by the woman who was licking the underside of my shaft near my balls and holding out his hand for a high five. But, I slapped his palm with mine and gave him a weak grin.

Then I returned my full attention to what Missy was doing for me.

Before I was ready, Missy pulled away to lean over to Paul once more. I swallowed a groan of disappointment and watched as her lips parted and slid down his length to his pubic hair.

"Oh, fuck yes." Paul said. "Take it all. It's all just for you, Missy. Both of us are hard because of you."

Missy's hand gripped me harder when he said that and I winced as it pulled the skin. It still felt so damn good I didn't think of stopping her though.

Paul surprised me by putting his hands in Missy's chestnut mane. Missy surprised me by not complaining when he did. I'd made the mistake of touching Wendy's head just once. The marks from her teeth had long healed, but I'd taken the lesson to heart.

Then Paul's hips drew back and moved forward. And then again.

Missy pulled back and I expected her to complain. A string of saliva stretched in the light from her lip to Paul's dick and then parted to drop to her chest.

"Do you like fucking my mouth?"

"Oh, yeah baby." Paul said. "I could fuck your mouth until morning. But, there's another cock you've made all hard too."

Missy leaned over me and I learned just how laughably bad what I had thought a good blowjob was.

Missy's lips didn't stop halfway down my shaft, but sank all the way to the end. I felt her tongue work against the bottom of my shaft and something tight pressed against my tip. A long time later, I figured out that was the entrance to her throat I felt, but all I knew at the time was it felt really, really good.

Then her lips drew back along my shaft, and she sucked at me as she went. My eyes fluttered closed once more and I thought about calculus to try to hold off my explosion.

Fortunately, Missy only made three more trips along my saliva coated dick before she pulled away to give Paul the same treatment. She traded between us three more times. I watched Paul fuck her mouth when it was his turn. I laid perfectly still with my fingers laced behind my head and tried to watch when it was my turn.

Missy paused with my full length in her mouth and I felt the tip of tongue reach out to caress my balls.

Fuck, that felt good!

But, my jeans and my underwear were an unwanted distraction from the pleasure.

When Missy turned her attention from me to Paul, I sat up and turned on the bed so I could stand up. Paul and Missy both glanced up at me as I did with his dick pressing against the inside of her cheek.

I skinned my jeans and underwear down my legs. Getting them over my calves, I had to lean so I got a close look at Paul's shaft between Missy's lips. It wasn't intentional, and I felt a little embarrassed to be that close to Paul's dick. But, the image of Missy's full lips wrapped tightly around it as her eyes looked into mine made my cock twitch again.

Uncertain and aroused, I slipped my feet out of my jeans and kicked them off to the side as I stood straight once more. I might have lain back down, but Missy turned her mouth back to me as I straightened.

If anything, having Missy's mouth on me as she knelt in front of me while I loomed over her was even more of a turn on. Experimentally, I reached out and brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear as she pumped me with her mouth. Missy didn't so much as flinch.

When she pulled away from me to return to Paul, though, it was just strange. I couldn't see his cock in her mouth. All I could see was the back of her head and, below, her boobs bouncing from the motions.

But, Paul, in all his nakedness, was much more in my line of sight than he had been as I laid on my back sideways to where he stood. It wasn't so much standing there with another naked man that bothered me, though. When I'd played football, our lockers were so close together you either got used to it or you quit. Granted, we hadn't been hard at the time. But, I couldn't see Paul's hard on.

No, what bothered me was the comparison between Paul and myself.

I'd played football and wanted to play college football, despite everyone telling me I wasn't big enough or fast enough. I'd been fanatical in my workouts and built layer upon layer of muscle. But, it was muscle designed to do one thing, shove past bigger and heavier guys trying to stop me to deliver a crushing blow to any ball carrier stupid enough to hit my assigned hole. I hadn't made a college team, but I'd put those muscles to work shoving around carts in Sam's Wholesale Club's parking lot. I don't know if I'd managed to add any muscle, but I hadn't lost any.

Paul, on the other hand, worked out to look good. And he did. Even I could admit that. He looked like some Greek statue. His muscles weren't as bulky as mine, but they were much more defined and he'd worked on "glory muscle" like biceps and such.

Worse, except for his blonde curls atop his head and his dark perpetual five o'clock shadow, Paul was virtually hairless over the rest of his body save for thick curls I'd noticed on his balls as Missy took him in her mouth.

I, on the other hand, was covered in a pelt of hair from the line I drew on my neck when I shaved all the way down to my toes. Except, I'd taken to carefully pruning back the thick underbrush around my balls and up the sides of my shaft. I'd done it because Wendy claimed she didn't like getting pubic hair in her mouth and kept it up even though I hadn't noticed any change in frequency or duration.

Paul and I were like photo-negatives of each other. Perseus and Calibos, I couldn't help but think.

Paul noticed something was wrong. Perhaps he saw something in my face. Maybe he noticed my dick wasn't straining so hard against Missy's hand when she turned from bobbing her head on me back to him. But, whatever it was, his blue eyes met mine and he tilted his head a moment.

When Missy next turned her glorious mouth to my shaft, he decided it was time for a change.

"Dude, sit down and lean back. Missy, stand up."

I sat down and leaned back as directed and watched as Missy stood up and Paul gently turned her to face me. That was both better and worse. Better because I couldn't see Paul behind her, but got my first good look at Missy in all her nude glory. Worse because she was looking back at me and I knew Paul was behind her, somewhere, and I was sure she would rather be looking at him.

Paul gently chivvied Missy closer and pushed at her shoulders while holding her hip so she bent at the waist.

"Are you ready to be fucked, Missy?" Paul asked. "Are you ready to suck that hard dick in front of you while another drives into you from behind?"

"Oh, fuck yeah." Missy moaned and dropped her face to my crotch.

I watched as Paul pushed in close behind Missy as I felt that smaller opening at the back of her mouth on my tip and the tip of her tongue flicking out at my smooth shaven balls. One of his hands was out of sight behind her beautiful round ass for a moment and then grabbed her other hip as Paul's chiseled abs flexed.

Missy made a mewling sound around my dick and I felt wetness drip along my shaft to coat my balls.

Missy's mouth began to move on my cock as Paul moved behind her with long smooth strokes of his hips. Soon, she was fucking my cock with her mouth while Paul was fucking her pussy with his.

Paul began to pick up speed and I could hear the "slap slap slap" of his hips hitting hers. Her fleshy ass wiggled and jiggled with each "slap" creating a wave form that rolled up her sides a little way and seemed to come out her mouth as she sucked and slid along my length.

Missy's long hair was curtaining her face and I couldn't see what she was doing to me. As wonderful as it felt, I wanted to see it too. I scooped her chestnut tresses in my hands and piled it on her head in an effort to see something of what she was doing, but the most I managed glimpse was her forehead.

I couldn't be too disappointed though as it still felt amazing. I let her hair fall where it would and idly ran my fingers through it.

"You're amazing Missy." I whispered. "And so beautiful."

I don't know what Paul was doing back there, but Missy began to grunt which sent a whole new sensation up my dick. She drew off me completely and rested her cheek alongside my cock.

"Fuck me!" Missy groaned. "This is so fucking good. I don't want to stop. But, my legs are getting tired."

"No need to stop." Paul said, pulling back from her. "We'll just change positions. Come here."

I heard a familiar pop and glanced to see him removing a condom. I had been so into what we were doing, I hadn't seen him put it on.

"Dude, here." Paul tossed me a familiar packet. "You'll need this. But, first toss that mattress on the floor."

I glanced at the mattress I'd been laying on and looked back at Paul to see him pulling Missy back to the door. With a shrug, I yanked the mattress onto the floor one handed. It was tight, but it barely fit between the beds on either side.

"Lie down, Missy." Paul directed. "No. On your back. Head to me."

I stood there, confused, as Missy did what Paul said.

"Dude? Are you going to fuck her or what?"

The way Missy was lying, all I had to do was drop to my knees and I could press myself into her. Missy smiled up at me and held her arms out, her hands clutching at empty air to call me closer.

This was it. The moment of truth. Until then, all I'd done was receive a blowjob. I could shrug that off if I wanted to. But, if I put my dick in Missy's pussy, there was no getting around it. She would be the second woman I'd fucked.

I dropped to my knees between Missy's spread legs and fumbled with the foil wrapped condom Paul had thrown me.

Paul knelt at Missy's head, his erection bobbing above her eyes. Missy smiled and grabbed at it with her hands before arching her neck to put it in her mouth. I couldn't help but wince, although whether from the way she pulled at Paul's dick or the way her neck was bent, I couldn't say.

When I'd yanked the mattress off, the pillow had fallen to the floor. I grabbed it and held it out over Missy's body.

Paul glanced at the offered pillow, then looked down at Missy trying to mouth his dick and nodded his thanks as he took it. He pulled back long enough to lift her head and slide the pillow under her neck and shoulders. Then he thrust his swollen tip back at her questing lips.

As I looked between Missy's legs, there was something else I wanted to try. Something that Wendy rarely let me do. Instead of putting the condom on and moving my hips up to hers, I lowered my face between her thighs.

"What are you- Oh, my God!" Missy cried as I pressed my lips against her swollen pussy. Her hands threaded through my hair and I thought she was going to push me away. Wendy usually did.

Instead, Missy pulled me tighter to her, and I went willingly. My nose pressed against her brown curls as my mouth fastened on her sweet swollen pussy. I looked up the length of her body, past her belly and the mounds of her breasts to see her looking down at me while her hand worked Paul's dick beside her ear.

I didn't have the first clue what I was doing. I'd never had the chance to practice really. But, I'd read about it. And according to what I'd read, going down on a woman felt at least as good as a blowjob did for a man. Maybe better, if it was done right. As to whether I could do it right, I didn't know. But, I was willing to give it a shot.

I kissed. I sucked. I ran the tip of my tongue around, over, and between her luscious lips.

Missy turned her head and ran her tongue along Paul's shaft.

Well, I must not be doing something right if she could focus enough to do that. Rather than getting discouraged, I took it as a challenge. Could I do something with my mouth that would draw her attention back to me?

I tried spearing my tongue inside her as deep as I could reach. Missy must have liked that because she moaned and her hand clutched at my hair. But, she didn't turn away from tonguing Paul's cock to look at me.