Three Cocks, No Cakes, and a Whole Lot of Frosting (MFF Pegging, Double Penetration)

“One thing you have to know about David is he's an alpha male,” Silvia said, as she tightened the hip strap to Lacie’s harness for her. “So, sticking this thing in his face,” she bounces down the seven inch, pink silicone dong, making it snap back up. “Is only going to freak him out.”

“He doesn’t suck fake cock, got it.”

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Yeah? I didn’t think I could pull off the look like you can.”

Lacie was telling the truth about Silvia; she was a pegging veteran with her husband David. Her smooth black panty hose served to accentuate the crystal clear cock in front of her. Lacie herself was wearing knitted thigh highs and her white slip on skater shoes.

“Oh honey, he’s going to love us, come on.”

Taking her by the hand, Silvia leads her out of the bedroom towards the library of the house. Lacie was always impressed with the amount of books David and Silvia have accumulated over such a short period of time. It’s the type of room bookworms fawn over—or find themselves supremely jealous of. The library itself needs a ladder to get to the top shelf. The shelves themselves were built and stained by Mr. Perfect David himself. The fireplace added to the majesty of the room.

When they reach the door, cold feet froze Lacie.

“What if I do it-him wrong?”

Silvia laughs. “Honey, when that cock gets inside him, you’ll know what to do.”

Unexpectedly, Silvia kissed Lacie with a deep passion. Her nerves were exchanged for excited butterflies. When their red lips part, Lacie found herself pulling in for more.

“Are you ready?” Silvia whispers.

Lacie whispers back, “Yes.”

Without an extra moment for thought, Silvia slid open the heavy library door.

David was facing them on the couch but his chin was pointed to the sky as he puffed on a cigar. His collar was unbuttoned, his tie hung loosely from his neck. His arms were spread across the head of the couch like a king awaiting his court.

Silvia interrupted the silence in a breathy tone. 

“Happy birthday, David.”

He looked down at the two women standing before him. Lacie’s smooth pale skin was accented by her fiery red hair. Her pink, perfectly round nipples were perked up like ice were rubbed on them. She was in complete contrast to Silvia, who’s darkened skin and raven hair gave her the classic, devious look.

With a draw on his cigar, its dim red tip flairs bright red as if the devil threw a tantrum. If he was surprised at the scene before him, specifically created for his birthday, he didn’t show it.

“I think it’s about to get happier. What do you two have planned?”

“We, the party planning committee, speak nothing of our plans to no one.”

“Talk is cheap anyway.”

“And what we are about to do is going to be downright trashy.”

The entire exchange turned Lacie on. Is this how they really spoke to each other in the bedroom? It’s as if one of the multitudes of authors contained in this room wrote their dialogue for them. Of course they talk like this. They’re perfect, Lacie thought, and I’m out of my league.

She’s led by Silvia over to the couch where they both stood over the lion of a man. Everything about his body screamed power: his broad shoulders, his huge chest, his massive forearms that looked as if they came off a tree, his muscular thighs and the giant cock they bookended.

Both women kneeled before him. Lacie did her best to follow Silvia’s lead. When she grabbed the huge bulge and stroked the meat behind the cloth, Lacie reached up and unbuttoned his shirt as he took another drag from his cigar and fumed a thick cloud of smoke that concealed his face. 

She continuously told herself to slow down, but her desire to feel the naked flesh of his chest overrides her mind. She spreads the shirt open, rubbing him down hard with forceful hands knowing intuitively that, with that much power contained in his muscles, was the only way.

The zipper to his fly was pulled down. His member sprang out. Lacie thought the cock attached to her was big, but this animal must feast on gazelles daily. Silvia slowly strided her hand around David’s cock, letting the beads of cum fall from it’s peak and drain to her fingers. 

She asked David, “You want this big dick in her mouth?”

“Feed it to her,” he demanded with a wicked smile.

“Think she could take it all the way down?”

There is no way I’m taking that thing all the way down my throat, Lacie mused.

“She looks tough enough.”

Before she could protest, the cock was pointed at her. And when a cock is pointed at Lacie, her first instinct to feast. And feast she did.

“Good girl,” Silvia hissed as David’s cock hit the back wall of Lacie’s throat, stopping her with three more inches to go.

“Get it down there,” Silvia demanded in a light tone. She took the back of Lacie’s head, helping her shove the fat prick further than she’s ever taken one before, spreading her throat. Even though she was choking for air, the taste of David’s power was a drug, and she was addicted.

The gag reflex kicked in, her head whipped back for air. Spaghetti strands of spit kept her bound to his rod until Silvia’s tongue lashed at them in swirls before inching her way up to Lacie’s lips, sharing a wet kiss.

While the two women literally swapped spit, tongues and breath, David stood up and disrobed. Lacie was blind to the fact that he was stroking himself until Silvia broke away.

“Lick his balls,” Silvia demanded. Lacie jumped on the command. She devoured the skin that separated the two as Silvia absorbed every single inch her husband has in front of him. More wetness drained from Silvia’s lips and made its way down to Lacie’s. It was so unimaginable to her that she could be turned on this much. The possibility of her cumming just by trading spit and sucking on flesh, without something on or in her essence, was very real.

Thrills shot out of her body when David grabbed both women by the hair, pressing their faces deeper into his skin, fucking his wife’s face and sufficating her friend at the same time. Lost between the isles of lust and greed, Lacie felt David’s leg lift. Instincts kicked in. She repositioned herself behind him, lifted her tongue, plunging it into his asshole.

Receiving it from both ends, David roared. Lacie grabbed his hips, making sure he went nowhere as she feasted on his ass. Suddenly, she felt fingers rub her mound under the harness before entering her. Excited to complete the circle of pleasure, her own fingers slipped past Silvia’s folds and into her. Both women hummed their pleasures into David’s body. The pressure within Lacie demanding release grew faster and faster. She was at the peak when the entire mountain was pulled from underneath her.

The fingers left her pussy and she felt empty. She wanted, no, needed more. But then she saw those soaking fingers enter David’s asshole. Watching her nectar used as lube, knowing her dampness was inside him, made the pressure within her core build. Her body needed some kind of release and she had a small orgasm with a moan she couldn’t contain if she caged it. Her first without being touched between her thighs.

A deep hiss came through his teeth when he said, “Oh, fuck.” The fingers rhythmically plunge until they reach Silvia’s knuckles. Lacie reaches around his hips to grab his cock, stroking him into his wife’s mouth. But it wasn’t enough for Lacie. She was desperate for another taste of his magnificent dick, so she repositioned to be next to her ass-fingering friend, ripped the cock out of her mouth and swallowed it for herself.

Her head bobbed up and down until David took it away from them both, bent over, and sank his tongue into Lacie’s mouth, mixing the flavors of each other. Silvia’s tongue joined making it a trifecta of ecstasy until David pulled them both up to stand.

As David and Lacie continued to kiss and pet each other, Silvia disappeared. When she came back, there was a gel bottle in her hand. She drained it between the three of them. All three crossing cocks got a healthy dose of the alluring liquid. The triumvirate stroked the lube on their respective extensions, fake or real, until they glimmered from the fire light. Though Lacie noted she felt nothing physically in the action, psychologically her mind was a grenade with its pin pulled.

With one hard push, Silvia had her alpha male flopped back on the couch. Grabbing under his knees, she rolled his hips up, exposing his beautiful pink asshole. Lacie had never seen anything as hot as see that. The excess lube on Silvia’s length was spread on David’s round ridges in slow, half circles. Whatever was left on her fingers was licked off. She was looking dead in Lacie’s eyes as if to say watch and learn.

The crystal clear head tickled his entrance before it loosened and seemingly sucked her in. Small thrust from Silvia turned into larger ones. With David bracing his legs up and fucked hard by his wife, Lacie saw his throbbing hardon was free. She pounced with both hands and her mouth. Silvia’s hand once again added Lacie’s nodding head. Shoving her down so she would choke to death on cock. Lacie almost passed out, not from the lack of air, but from drinking at the fountain of pleasure. 

Pulling out her rod from her husband’s ass, Silvia lifted Lacie’s head up to kiss her.

“Your turn,” she tells her friend before she demands David to bend over. He does what he is told, leaning over the back of the couch. For his obedience, she milked his cock, tugging it straight downward toward the couch cushion. With her other hand, she guided her friend's cock into his ass.

Lacie pushed in with her hips, finding that her friend was right; as soon as her silicone cock shoved into his ass, she knew exactly what to do. Her hips rolled, thrusted, humped and wildly fuck this powerful man’s ring underneath her.

What a glorious view it was for her, watching her extension disappear into his hole, only to watch his ass grip her when she pulled out. She was living in a dream. A dream that was about to turn into full hallucination. She failed to notice Silvia step behind her until Lacie felt a pushing hand, bolting her over David’s back. She froze when the lips reached her ears.

“I’m going to fuck you right into him.”

Lacie’s pussy was impaled immediately by the crystal cock making her own pink dildo thrust into David’s ass. She became dizzy, wanting another deep plunge into her wet pages. When it came, it came with thundering precision. 

The crashing onslaught was heightened by the slapping sound of Lacie’s thighs on David’s cheeks, his howls and screams of “Fuck”, Silvia pulling her hair. The pressure within her didn’t only peak, it shot off the pages it was printed on. The bindings holding her orgasm tore apart and her novel was casted into the winds of euphoria.

“Stay right there,” Silvia voiced from some distant reality. Lacie’s had no other intention. She wanted to be linked forever within David.

Planting her feet firmly into the couch, Silvia straddled over David.

“I don’t think you're full enough,” she declared to her husband. “We’re going to stretch you out further.” 

With Lacie’s pink cock firmly in his ass, the crystal cock also entered his rim. The two silicone rods pounded his ass together, churning into him as his ass spread open beyond what Lacie thought was possible. Her mind was numb from her own orgasm, but this was beyond comprehension as she continued to violently thrust her lust into his asshole.

Silvia had David by the shoulders, riding him like the stallion he is. The grip of his large hands looked as if they were going to tear the couch in half. While massaging Silvia’s tits and pinching her perky nipples, Lacie continued to fuck the asshole that belong to her and her friend as hard as she could. But her legs grew exhausted. Her thrusts got smaller as her knees wobbled. A break came when Silvia arched behind herself, taking in Lacie’s tongue.

“I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum,” David howled.

There was only a nod from Silvia, and Lacie understood. She retracted her cock from his ass and got on her knees at the altar of female-on-male assfucking. His hard cock slapped his stomach with each thrust from his wife. Lacie turned around and laid her head on the couch. Gaining control of the wild tool, she began to milk him into her cum trap of a mouth.

A deep, thunderous bellow followed. David’s hard gem flexed in her mouth, shooting jets of his hot white orgasm that filled her mouth. She thought he should be drained but his cock kept spasming more and more with each pump into his ass by his wife,  forcing her to swallow in order to make room.

“Save some for me,” Silvia said, demanding her share the white bliss with her tongue. Their tongue danced around in David’s taste as David fell back on the couch. Silvia broke away from Lacie to give her husband a sample of his energy to which he enjoyed. Lacie joined and all three shared the love. She mentally chalked up another new experience, Lacie never cumkissed anyone, let alone the man who it belonged to and his wife.

Silvia whispers, “Happy birthday, stud.”

It might be David’s birthday, but Lacie felt she was the one who received the biggest gifts of three cocks, no cakes, and a whole lot of frosting.

 

 -Neon

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