Part One - Thursday evening



I was chatting with Shelby on the internet about a
story she had asked me to write for her. My lover and
the special friend (let’s call him S) I had invited
over for our mmf experimental threesome were due any
time. They both work, so my lover, (let’s call him D)
was due to arrive after he had finished with his
demanding schedule for the day. He has to drive about
30 to 40 minutes to get here, so he usually pages me
and lets me know when he is a few minutes out. This
night I would then email S and let him know D was
almost here.

I should tell you that my lover is married. He and
his wife have, in the last few months, finally arrived
at a mutual stand off, so to speak. She has been
having an affair with a man, behind my lover’s back,
for over three years. Due to an amusing circumstance,
D discovered her infidelity.

It seems she had changed her hair spray. The new
hairspray smelled a lot like men’s cologne. She had
come into his office one morning after having just
doused her hair with the new hairspray, obviously
smelling like what D construed as another man. D does
not wear cologne, of which I am very glad. So
smelling what he perceived as another man’s cologne on
his wife, he confronted her.

She broke down and confessed!

A few days later he discovers that her “cologne smell”
was the new hair spray, but the “damage” was already
done! I cracked up when I found this out.

But the bitch still would not let him have his own
dalliances, even though she refused him sex. She had
been refusing him for the full time of her affair, the
cunt. Sorry for calling her a name.

A while after she confessed her affair, she did come
and visit me at my office, checking me out, trying to
see if I am a real threat to her, probably. I could
see in her face that she was one confused puppy. I
suspect she feels like she is trapped, loving two men,
and hurting them both by her inability to be up-front
and honest about it. In any case, D now feels he can
have me on the side without guilt, And I love having
him knowing he no longer feels his guilt for our
affair.

She has NEVER sucked him off! And his cock is SO
suckable! God, what a perfect cock for giving BJs!
Anyway, on to the documentary.
So I get D’s page, then email S. He has apparently
been sitting at his computer, because the return
confirmation that he was on his way only took only a
few seconds to arrive. I smiled. All It said was “K,
get ready Deni”

I had visions of his black cock hard and pulsing as he
drove toward our rendezvous point at my “lover’s loft”
I keep for meeting my men. It has two doors, on
opposite sides of the block, so no one can tell that
the man is meeting me since he enters the building in
a totally different place than I do. This arrangement
had worked well for my mom for fifty years. She just
last year, at the age of 88, she gave it to me along
with her whole confession of her own shocking
infidelities. I had no idea that the loft existed
before she suddenly blurted her whole story out!

And, .giggle, . . . the details of what she used it
for are none of your business, so please don’t ask me
to tell. I will say it certainly changed my mind
about what I thought of my mother though! Anyway, I
must be incredibly excited because I keep digressing.
Back to the subject at hand.

I continued to chat with Shelby until the men arrived.
(Very much enjoyed our chat, Shelby, thanks!)

BTW, I am munching away on Act III caramel popcorn as
I write this. I love it! Have you tried it? Nice
delicate flavor! OK! OK! I will get on with the
story! Sheesh, can’t a girl tease a bit? Giggle.

I rarely wear any underwear, preferring to be
immediately available for touching should the mood
strike. But tonight, to set the mood (grin), I had
donned my leather half cup bra that makes my long
nipples bend just slightly down because it is
deliberately a mite too tight. My leather halter for
the strap-on I had selected for this particular
initiation rite graced my hips. The strap-on is thick
and large, about nine inches, ending in a nice plump
set of testicles that caress my clittie when I thrust
it into something.

D has agreed, for the first time, that he will suck a
man’s cock off tonight for me. It is one of my
favorite fantasies, and he has rather reluctantly
agreed to let me Domme him and watch him do my bidding
for three nights in a row. S has committed to me, as
the man to be sucked, for the whole three nights too,
god bless him. And I may even have S stick his
gorgeous ebony shaft up D’s ass later on. God I am
wet.

My dark strap-on is a wavering, beautifully rampant
erection as the men walk in to my ‘parlor’. I am
standing at my computer in my black thigh highs and
black high heels, finishing my delightful conversation
with Shelby. Beside me on the table is a huge, brand
new jar of Vaseline. You should have seen D’s eyes
when he saw it sitting there, within inches of the
black delicately wiggling strap-on. S chuckled at the
implicit implication even as D blanched.

S walked over and eagerly began to fondle my nipples.
He knew from past experience how I love to have them
twisted and pulled. D watched intently, not sure how
the night would go.

S slapped my ass, saying “Hurry up you sexy wench, we
got ‘bidness’” as I deliberately lingered over bidding
goodbye to Shelby. His fingers sought out and
penetrated my wetness, further urging me to join them
in our planned debauchery. S chuckled at how wet I
was. I spread my legs a bit to encourage him.

Finally signing off with Shelby, I turned to look at
my lover and smiled, then motioned for him .to come
kneel before my magnificent plastic erection. I
guided my cock head toward his reticent lips. He
licked the black head attentively, his eyes crossed as
he watched the long thick ebony shaft before his
mouth. I guided it to his lips and pressed slightly,
testing his acceptance of my night as his Domme. It
slipped between his lips as he flushed bright red. I
could see S watching intently as D began to take my
cock.

S was clearly as excited as I was. “Hey man, open
those lips up and take it all!” I could see S’s bulge
as he watched in anticipation of his first male
blow-job. S spoke in a low voice. “Enjoy that cock
there ma man, cause mine will be there soon!” D
flushed bright red again. I caressed the back of his
neck as his mouth opened slightly, hesitantly. I
pressed a bit harder and my cock head slipped between
his soft kissable lips and into his mouth. Taking it
very slow, I pulsed in and out of his oral virginity.

I took D’s ears and gently pulled him up. Motioning
toward his trousers, I mouthed, “Take it all off,
slave!” With shaky hands, he did as I commanded him.
His cock was not hard at all. In fact it seemed to
have shrunk so much that it was almost hidden within
his scrotum. S snickered.

I decided to take this opportunity to measure their
penises and scrotum’s for “historical reference”.

I wanted to measure their length with them soft, as is
customary in order to get a more consistent penile
measurements. Because of curvature and other factors,
it is nearly impossible to measure a man’s penis when
he is hard. I intended to try to later on, but I knew
it would be difficult. Still, I was intrigued by how
non-visible my lover’s normally semi-erect cock (at
least when he is with me) was hiding so timidly within
his pelvic girdle. I put a tape measure next to it
and pressed the tip into his pubic bone. It was
protruding only one and a quarter inches from his
bone, and only a bout a half inch beyond the
uncompressed skin of his abdomen. It was the cutest
thing, all hidden up inside him! Just a small round
pink thimble of flesh sticking out where I could see
it.

I adore catching a man as soft as this and suckling
him to a magnificent erection. Well, that had to
wait; we had other things to do tonight.

So I snagged the tip of his soft little penis head
between my thumb and forefinger and pulled him out as
far as it would go, then again measured him. Six and
seven-eights inches. He was not yet hard, so I could
not measure his girth.

I looked at him and motioned toward S’s trousers and
mouthed “Get his cock out for me.” D, staying on his
knees, moved over to S and unbuckled, then unzipped,
then unfastened the clasp to S’s britches. Slowly he
lowered them as I held his head straight ahead, so he
had to look at S’s black cock bulge as it came into
view. D’s cock had not retreated to within his
abdomen like it was before. Instead the little fella
remained out and visible after my rather rough
handling. S stepped out of his trousers. D handed
them to S and S folded them and set them on a chair.
Then D pulled S’s boxers down. I again held his head
so he had to watch as S’s cock came slowly into view,
within inches of his face. D’s face sagged when he
saw how long S’s cock was. I heard him mumble “Good
Lord!” under his breath.

First I held S’s blackness in the palm of my hand and
measured him in his unexcited state. He measured
eight and an eighth inches. I tapped D on the
shoulder and mouthed to him to hold S***’s black cock
out like I had done with his own reticent whiteness.
My beloved D is SO good about understanding my wishes!
He grasped S’s black penis head between his thumb and
forefinger, just like I had held his. I measured S,
who was still only semi erect ( they both called it a
“semi”, pronounced ‘simee’). S measured eight and
five-eights inches long when D pulled him to maximum
length.

It was sooooooo tempting to make D suck S’s cock right
then and t here. After all, I needed to measure them
both with a hard-on!. But I decided to expend part of
the evening getting the guys used to each other. D
and S had met each other, but as of yet had no time to
bond and become friends before now. They are both
incredibly caring and considerate men. But they were
both very nervous men tonight. Because I want to be
able to enjoy this little fantasy of mine many more
times, I restrained my giddy excitement, reminding
myself to “farm” them both, rather than “hunt” them.

I put in a video of a white man, a black man, and a
white woman getting it on, all three of them
‘participating’ with the other two. About the time
the white actor leaned over to suckle the black man’s
penis, I began to caress both of their cocks. S came
almost immediately to nicely veiny hardness. Wetness
began to from at the little opening of his excitement.

To my disappointment D did not yet respond all that
much. Normally my hand on his member elicits instant
reaction. Clearly a nervous man tonight.

I again measured S in as much as he was now hard and
pulsing. He had lost only a quarter inch going from
pliable semi to a curved hardness. S knows from past
experience that he can easily hurt me if he thrusts
his whole penis into my vagina. He is a very
considerate lover, and is very careful to leave at
least two inches outside me when we have sex. Only
when I was following Mistress Abbey’s orders to never
say “No” to a black man, did he use me in the manner
men prefer, viciously slamming his whole prick into
me, his low-rider balls slapping my ass or clit,
depending on how he had decided to take me that
particular time. Invariably I was very sore inside
the next day after one of those sessions. But I was
bound and determined to please my Mistress Abbey, so I
did not protest. I would still cum like a banshee,
but for the next few day afterward I would be reminded
about what had transpired.

D was still very soft.

I decided to let D watch S, with his gorgeous ebony
pole, enjoy my body. I moved a chair to the front of
the couch and pulled S to it. S was still wonderfully
hard. I bent over in front of D and fingered my pussy
all the time caressing S’s erection with my other
hand. D watched it all as my breasts were inches from
his face, and my pussy was visible to him below the
dildo strapped to my hips. I took D’s hand and placed
it on the black erect ersatz prick that sprang like a
post from my crotch. I moved his hand up and down its
unfeeling shaft. S reached between my legs and began
to finger me. D’s eyes were riveted on S’s black hand
fingering my cunt and his black erect cock just a
scant inch or so from my cunt. I heard myself moan as
I observed my beloved lover’s tentative face. His
cock began to grow a bit. I moved his hand to himself
and he began to stroke his prick as his eyes stayed
riveted to S’s busy fingers, now wet with my need,
caressing me so very intimately. He soon had three
fingers inside me, see-sawing in and out, caressing
the sensitive bulb at the base of my clittie.

I began to cum. My body simply went on autopilot as I
shuddered in my pent-up delirious release. I remember
grabbing my nipples and wrenching them so hard that I
pulled them out of my half cup leather bra.

I woke up on D’s lap, still pulsing softly. They were
both caressing my body, grinning like happy idiots at
their accomplishment of getting me to pass out from
orgasm and not even having fucked me yet.

My strap-on cock constantly banging on things, I
heated up some apple pie, and we all sat around the
table. I had my pie with milk, and so did D. I knew
from the past that S liked his with a slice of cheese.
I dribbled a bit of milk on my breasts. The men
needed no further urging to nibble and suckle. I held
their heads to my breasts, like large children. Four
hands began to caress me.

D obediently began to finger my strap on, pressing it
against my clittie with each down stroke of its shaft.
S wiggled his finger into my cleft as I scooted
forward on my chair.

Then D stood, picking me up, and took me to the bed.
I watched his face as he deliberately, with a stony
look, took S’s cock and guided it to my opening. S
entered me as D watched. D came around to my face and
lingered near my lips with his softness. Slowly, as S
was entering and with drawing from my wet body, D
began to harden. He caressed my forehead and face
with his penis as he watched the black cock fucking
me. Finally his cock head was within licking
distance, and I took him into my mouth.

They both used my body, watching each other’s motions
as they pleasured me. I began to clamp down with both
my mouth and pussy. The looks on their faces changed
to rampant arousal. They began to think less of that
fact they were both men, and more about the fact we
were having sex. I think this was the turning point
for the evening.

S began to grunt as his cock got intensely hard. He
has such a hard time not really jamming into me when
he is getting close. I wrapped my legs around his
black ass and urged him further into me. He withdrew
completely, then slammed his cock to its full depth,
holding himself deep inside me as his cock spewed
weeks of saved up cum into me. His face was a mask of
orgasmic grimace. D suddenly was intensely hard. S
stayed inside me for about a minute then slowly
collapsed onto the bed beside me.

I opened my mouth, pivoted around on the bed, then
guided D’s cock to my pussy. D had never had another
man’s sloppy seconds before. He hesitated for a few
seconds at my opening, then screwed up his courage and
entered me. I came instantly and constantly as I was
again fucked, D’s cock stirring the semen inside me
and causing much of it to run out and down from my
cunt. D and S, and as best I could as I came, all
watched as D’s cock emerged from within me time and
time again, covered in S’s copious sperm and my own
copious wetness.

D fucked me had and fast as S’s hands caressed my body
as I came. S ran his dark hand down my belly to my
fully erected clittie, tweaking her, pulling her. His
fingers grazed D’s cock as he did so. D’s eyes were
locked on S’s fingers as he tweaked my excited parts.
D began viciously fucking me, slamming me hard now,
his sperm coated cock withdrawing completely, then
plunging back full-depth into my randy spasming cunt
hole. His pubic bone was slamming my clit and S’s
teasing fingers. I reveled in their skin to skin
contact.

S pulled my ankles up and over my head, then forced my
legs down along my body, totally opening my cunt to
D’s vengeful lust.

D’s cock began to pulse and grow. Vaguely I pictured
myself making him stop and measuring his cock, but I
could not give up the exquisite pleasures I was
feeling. I reached in spastic movements toward S’s
cock and pulled it to my mouth. I sucked hard and
fast in rhythm to D’s fuck thrusts. My orgasm became
more intense as I was suddenly slammed from both ends
with cocks needing to spew their jewels into my
willing receptacles. I could no longer see D’s face,
but I could feel his powerful need. Finally he
slammed deep into me, groaning in release, spastically
delivering his own weeks of pent up cum within me.

Twice fucked and filled, I again passed out.

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