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Subject: {ASSM} RP - T28 Only a Fantasy {Titmouse} (FMMM, oral, anal)
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T28 Only a Fantasy {Titmouse} (FMMM, oral, anal)
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WARNING NOTICE: 
 
   The following story is erotic fiction and includes 
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are a minor or
if such things offend you, quit reading now.
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                  Only A Fantasy

                    by Titmouse
           (C)1999, All Rights Reserved



	I'd always wanted to try it, since I'd first heard 
about it, at least.  You know, to have more than one 
guy at the same time.  When my friend Jessie told me 
about it - she'd seen it in a porno film that she'd 
watched with her boyfriend - it sent a chill through 
me.  It wasn't fear.  It was more like.destiny.
	Jessie said she couldn't imagine actually doing 
that.  I could, although I didn't say so.  But then 
I've always been, well, sexy.
	Maybe I wasn't the first girl my age to have sex, 
for example, but I sure caught up later.  At first, 
like all "good" girls, I waited.  It wasn't that I was 
"saving myself for my husband" or anything stupid like 
that.  It wasn't that I wasn't interested, just 
cautious.  Girls who get started too soon, who are 
"easy," get a bad reputation, and it's hard to get your 
reputation back after you've lost it - like your 
cherry.  I was too proud and too determined to be more 
than that.  My mom and dad encouraged me to expect 
more.  So I waited.
	Until the summer after I graduated from high 
school, anyway.  By that time, I knew I wasn't going to 
marry Doug, the boy I'd been seeing for more than a 
year.  He was sweet and handsome and a forward on the 
varsity basketball team, but. Well, he wasn't a threat 
to take a Nobel Prize, if you know what I mean.  I was 
going off to college, but Doug was "going to work for a 
year or so first."  I didn't say so to him, but I knew 
what that meant to me.  Sayonara, Dougie-Boy.  No way, 
Jose.
	So I let him.  We'd been edging closer and closer 
to the dirty deed, anyway, and wrestling with the 
concept both literally and figuratively.  So, one night 
in mid summer - not in the back of his rusty Chevy, I 
insisted, but at his folk's cabin near Fayette - I let 
him.  The next week, I let him again.  And every week 
thereafter - periods excepted - and sometimes two or 
three times a week, until I left for college.  And 
several times during Thanksgiving and Christmas 
vacations that first year.
	But, by then, I'd met other people at school and 
made new friends and, I'm a bit shamed to admit, had 
begun to feel that hometown boyfriends were pretty 
small town.  Doug and I drifted apart, although we 
didn't officially break up until I didn't come home for 
Spring Break.  I went down to Florida instead, where I 
got thoroughly plonked by two different boys, although 
not at the same time.  After that, the flood gates were 
open.
	When I went back to school, the very night that 
Doug and I had our last angry telephone conversation, I 
let a guy pick me up at the Commons and, after taking 
me out for a burger, slip it to me in a back corner of 
Shadell Park.  That was my first time, but by no means 
my last, in the back seat of a car.
	After that, I sort of went wild for a while.  I 
didn't have a steady boyfriend for most of the next 
year or so.  I told my folks it was because I wanted to 
concentrate on my studies, so they were happy.  They 
would not have been happy to know what I was actually 
doing, which was letting myself get plonked by nearly 
every guy who caught my fancy.
	I got pretty good at it, too.  I learned a lot of 
tricks.  I'd given my first blowjob before I left high 
school (to Doug, as it happens, to quiet his complaints 
in the months before I finally gave in) but I got 
really good at it during my wild days.  At first, it 
was a way to keep from going farther.  But then I began 
to like it.  It was special and it was very sexy.  I 
even began to like the taste of cum and the way it 
would stick in my throat for a long time afterwards.
	I also discovered the pleasures of a good 
buttfuck.  When Jessie explained to me just exactly how 
the girl in the porno flick had taken on the two guys 
at the same time, I knew I had to try it.  Ass-fucking, 
I mean.  Maybe, in the back of my mind, it was a step 
toward having two guys at once myself.  I know I'd 
never really considered it before then.  Mainly, 
though, it just sounded exciting, erotic, and downright 
dirty, which I found very appealing.
	So, the next time I had my period, instead of 
blowing the guy I was with, I got him to fuck my ass.  
It wasn't easy that first time.  God, no.  I thought he 
was going to split me in two, and I almost made him (or 
tried to make him) stop.  But then it finally went in.  
And stopped hurting.  And started to feel really good.  
I came like crazy, which I sure didn't the first time I 
let Doug in the front door.
	So I added that to my bag of tricks.  It didn't 
happen as often as blowjobs, maybe, but often enough.  
It was always difficult, so tight and painful at first 
that I could hardly stand it.  But that was part of the 
fun.  That and the wonderful, overwhelming, fully 
possessed feeling of a stiff prick up my fundament.  I 
always came when I got a buttful of cock.  Except for 
one time when the guy shot off almost as soon as he got 
it in.  I made him lick and lick and lick me as 
punishment.  So it worked out all right.
	There was never any question about whether I liked 
getting licked.  My only hesitation was embarrassment, 
having a guy's face down there where he could look 
right at the very place I'd been taught to always cover 
up.  But I figured that if a boy's dry, stubby finger 
felt good down there, his softer, wetter tongue would 
feel even better.  And, boy, was I right!
	By the time I graduated from college (BA in 
history, minor in government), I had been screwed in 
every orifice and position I knew about.  I'd been 
screwed in dorm and hotel rooms and apartments, in 
cars, trucks and vans, in the woods, at the beach, in a 
tent, on a blanket, in a closet and even in a vacant 
classroom.  Oh, and in the gazebo behind the Delta 
Gamma house one very drunk New Year's Eve.  But never 
by more than one at a time.
	The closest I came to it was in fantasy.  Believe 
it or not, there were times I got myself off with no 
help from anything but my fingers.  More than a few 
times, actually, especially on lazy Sunday mornings.  
And my favorite fantasy always involved two guys - 
sometimes real and sometimes imagined - who took me to 
bed and shared me, one after the other and then, slowly 
and languorously, together.
	But I thought it would always be just a fantasy.  
After all, how would you ever get in a situation where 
it was a real possibility?  And, even then, how would 
you ever actually get around to it?

	Three years after graduation, I was working for a 
utility company -- I'm not going to say which one - in 
their government relations department.  They offered 
and I accepted a transfer from one of the divisions in 
the San Juaquin valley, the heart of farm country, to a 
smaller division along the central coast of California.  
It wasn't exactly a promotion, since the pay and title 
were unchanged, but I would be the only assistant 
instead of one of a dozen.  Plus, I was getting out of 
the heat, humidity, smog and tulle fog to one of the 
prettiest parts of California.  I was delighted.
	I finished packing on a Thursday, with the movers 
due the next afternoon.  I didn't have a steady 
boyfriend at that point, nor anyone I particularly 
wanted to go out with, so I called up my girlfriend 
Sandy and we went out for dinner together.  Afterward, 
we moved to the bar.  I was a little sad.  Sandy had 
been a good friend and was one of my few regrets about 
leaving.
	Her new boyfriend Billy showed up about two drinks 
into the evening,  apparently by accident.  With him 
were three of his buddies whom I'd never met, nor had 
Sandy.  I'll call them Manny, Moe and Jack.  Like the 
other names in this story, they're not their real ones.  
You don't need to know and I don't need the grief.  
Anyway, they all sat down with us after we pushed a 
couple of tables together, and we had another round of 
drinks.
	I swear I wasn't planning anything, not even in 
the remote reaches of the back of my mind.  I was just 
having a good time and a goodbye drink with my friend 
and her friend and his friends.  But after about an 
hour and a couple of drinks, Sandy whispered that she 
and Billy wanted to take off if that was okay with me.  
I said it was fine and declined her offer of a ride 
home.  I wasn't ready to leave just yet and I was 
thinking about calling a taxi anyway.  
	So Sandy and I exchanged hugs and kisses and 
promised to write, and they left.  Manny, Moe and Jack 
bought another round of drinks.  Somehow, we got to 
talking about dancing.  There was no dancing at the 
restaurant's bar, which we all agreed was a shame.  One 
of them - Moe, I think - mentioned this country-western 
bar near the outskirts of town where the house band was 
really good.  And so we all decided to go.
	On the way, Jack asked if we could stop at his 
place, which he shared with Manny, so he could change 
out of his work clothes into something more casual.  I 
was going to wait in the car, but they were all going 
in and it seemed silly to sit in the car by myself.
	Five minutes later, Manny and Moe and I were 
drinking beers and waiting for Jack to finish changing.  
Manny put some music on, and I was getting into it, 
swaying back and forth on the stool at the counter.  
Manny looked at me and smiled and opened his arms.
	"Come on," he said, "let's dance."  I flowed off 
the stool and into his arms.
	That was probably an invitation I should have 
passed on.  Or not, depending on your point of view.  
We danced a fast jitterbug (Manny was pretty good) and 
a country two-step.  Then a slow number came on and we 
danced that, too.  Moe was teasing from the sidelines 
about being left out, so I danced with him, another 
slow number.  About that time, Jack came out dressed in 
jeans and a western shirt and insisted that he get a 
turn.
	Now I wasn't exactly falling-down drunk, but I 
sure wasn't sober.  I finished my beer and Manny handed 
me another.  Somehow, the lights got dimmer and the 
three of them were taking turns dancing with me.  I 
decided I didn't care if we ever left.
	Understand, there were no thoughts about my 
fantasy at this point.  I remember trying to decide 
which of the three I liked best and concluding that, 
since I was leaving the next day, it didn't matter.  I 
remember deciding that, if things went right, I might 
let myself be persuaded by any one of them to have a 
special farewell celebration.  I remember deciding to 
have another beer.
	Then, during another slow dance, Moe pulled me 
into a tight hug, and we were dancing as close as two 
bodies possibly can, his leg going between mine and 
rubbing against me accidentally on purpose.  He leaned 
down and brushed his lips against my cheek and, without 
really thinking, I just turned my head and lifted my 
chin and found his mouth with my lips.  Yum!  Moe (I'm 
pretty sure it was Moe) was a good kisser.
	I think I remember dimly some cheering in the 
background from the other two, but at the time I was 
pretty much focused on Moe's kiss and on his tongue, 
which slipped between my lips so deliciously.  And on 
his hands, which were cupping my fanny and pulling me 
into him, and his strong chest, which was crushing my 
breasts.  And on his thigh, which was pushed up between 
mine and snuggling right up against my pussy, which 
was, I confess, already damp.
	Don't get the idea that I was even toying with the 
idea of taking on the three of them.  In the first 
place, I wasn't thinking that clearly.  All I knew was 
that I was really horny and pretty much convinced that 
somebody was going to get it tonight - and give it, 
too.  I didn't really care who, to tell you the truth, 
although Moe had the inside track at the moment.
	Then Jack cut in and started dancing with me.
	"Hi," he said.  "Remember me?"
	"Sure," I giggled.  "You were wearing a tie 
before."
	"That's me," he said, squeezing me to him.  "Those 
were my work clothes.  These are my play clothes."
	"What are we going to play?"
	"I don't know yet.  Why don't you kiss me while I 
think about it?"
	"Well," I sighed, feigning reluctance, "I 
suppose."
	Jack was a pretty good kisser, too.  Maybe not 
quite as good as Moe, if you were being picky.  I 
wasn't.  Being picky.
	In fact, I enjoyed Jack's kiss thoroughly, and the 
two or three that followed the first.  I laid my head 
back in his encircling arm and let him go to it.  My 
eyes were closed, my head was swimming deliciously, and 
my knees were a tad wobbly.  I might have fallen except 
for his supporting embrace and the way my thighs were 
wrapped around his leg, which he was rubbing against 
me.
	Then Manny took Jack's place, and he kissed me, 
too.  He was the best kisser of all.  Wow, could he 
kiss!  Or maybe I was just in the mood.  My little 
heart was going pitty-pat, my breath was quick and 
shallow, and my head was reeling like I was going to 
faint.  And my panties were a swamp.  I hate to admit 
it, but it's true.
	What was I thinking at the time?  In the first 
place, I wasn't thinking; I was feeling.  Were alarm 
bells going off?  Not really.  First, I was pretty 
drunk by then, which tended to drown out any soggy old 
alarms.  Second, the situation didn't feel threatening, 
not all that different from some of my wilder 
experiences, except that there weren't any other girls 
around.  And third, by that point I was pretty 
determined to get laid.  I wasn't sure how or who.  So 
what I was actually struggling with was how to pick one 
of the guys without pissing off the others.
	"You're so beautiful," Manny said.  "You're 
driving me crazy.  You're so hot."
	"Oh, yeah?" I said.  "You're not bad yourself."
	Manny slid his hand up along my side and cupped my 
tit, masking his action from the others with our 
bodies.  I remember looking down at his hand, watching 
it squeeze and knead me.  It felt really good.  I 
looked up at Manny.
	"Jesus, Kay," he said, his voice hoarse.  "I'm 
dying for you.  What say I shoot the other two and drag 
you back to my room."
	"Oh, don't do that," I laughed.
	"What?  Drag you back to my room?"
	"No, silly," I giggled.  "Shoot the other guys."
	Manny looked into my eyes, his own full of 
longing.  He was so utterly dreamy at that moment, so 
sexy, so perfect.
	"Does that mean I can drag you back to my room, 
then?"
	I giggled again and glanced back over my shoulder 
at Moe and Jack, who were sitting on the sofa 
pretending not to watch us.
	"What about your friends?" I asked.  "Won't they 
be jealous?"
	"Fuck `em," Manny said.
	"Maybe I will," I shot back, and quickly covered 
my mouth in horror.  How had that slipped out?
	Manny laughed.  "Well, me first," he said.
	"You first," I agreed.
	"Zowie!," he said.  He stopped dancing, took my 
hand, and began leading me out of the living room and 
into the corridor that led to the bathroom and the 
bedrooms.
	"Uh. We'll be back in a minute," he called to the 
other two.
	There was a short, pregnant silence.
	"Gonna show her your etchings?" Moe finally said.
	"This is gonna cost you, Manny," Jack called.  
"Your rent just went up $100."
	Manny and I ignored them.  We were smiling at each 
other as we walked down the hall.
	"Shit!" I heard one of them say.  We both laughed 
at that as we slipped into Manny's bedroom and closed 
the door.
	Neither of us was in a mood to waste time.  I was 
hot as hell and needed no further warming.  I suppose 
it was a combination of things - liquor, dancing close 
and rubbing bodies with three different guys, 
passionate kisses, and the fact that we had virtually 
announced that we were going into Manny's room to fuck.  
I was very conscious of the two guys out in the living 
room, no doubt imagining what was happening and wishing 
it was them instead.  Rather than making me self-
conscious, it was a turn-on.
	As soon as the door closed, I tore my sweater over 
my head, exposing my bra-covered tits.  I was wearing 
one of my favorite bras, a red, lacy number cut low to 
reveal the milky white tops of my breasts.  Manny 
seemed to like it, too, since he pulled his own shirt 
off and crushed me to him.  Then he kissed his way down 
my neck and onto my exposed flesh.
	My arms draped loosely around his neck, I clung to 
Manny weakly while he fumbled at my back and released 
the hooks of my bra, then pulled the straps forward 
over my shoulders and tossed it aside.  I was proud of 
my rose-tipped titties, which scarcely sagged when he 
freed them.  I pulled my shoulders back and presented 
them to Manny as he kissed and sucked at my distended 
nipples.
	Bending his knees and slipping an arm behind my 
legs, Manny lifted me effortlessly off my feet and, 
cradling me in his arms, carried me to his bed.  I love 
being carried like that.  It makes me feel like a 
little girl.  But when he laid me across the bed and 
stretched out beside me, I started feeling like a big 
girl again.  I reached down to his middle and stroked 
the lump that was stretching the front of his jeans.  
It felt satisfactorily large.
	"Oooh," I breathed.  "Is that for me?"
	"Every little bit of it, girl."
	"Oh, goody," I said.  "Goody, goody."
	Manny kissed me deeply and, at the same time, 
began unbuttoning my jeans.  I continued to pet his 
penis while he did so, cupping it in my palm and 
squeezing.  He groaned and kept unbuttoning my pants.  
When the last button came free, he pushed his hand into 
my panties and down to my pussy.  His fingers traced 
over my eager little love bump and down to my hole, 
which he found wet and willing.  He slid a finger up 
inside me.
	"Ahhhh," I sighed.  "Yes.  Oh, god, I'm horny.  
Yesssss."
	Manny started tugging my jeans down, and I let go 
of his prick to help.  Pushing, pulling and wriggling, 
we managed to work them over my hips and down to my 
knees, exposing my light brown bush.  Manny bent over 
and planted a quick kiss on my mound before continuing 
to strip off my pants.  I kicked my sandals away, and 
he dragged my pants off over my feet.
	"I've gotta kiss it," Manny murmured.  Sliding 
down toward my feet, he rolled between my legs.  He 
used his hands to press my thighs outward, and I spread 
them wide as he buried his face in my middle.
	"Ooooh," I squealed as he plunged his tongue into 
my snatch, then licked upward to tease and tickle my 
clit with the wormy, squirmy end.  "Oh, JESUS!" I 
moaned.
	I must have been hornier than I thought.  Manny's 
lashing tongue was sending electric shocks of passion 
up and down my spine.  I knew instantly that I could 
come in moments if he kept it up.
	"Ooooh, that feels so good," I whimpered.  "Oh, do 
it, baby.  Lick me.  That's it.  Oh, yes.  Oh, yes.  
Like that.  Oooooh."
	Manny attacked my pussy, grunting and gasping with 
the effort.  He buried his tongue in my slit, rubbing 
his nose over my clit as he twisted his head to lick 
and push deeper.  He slathered over my box and chewed 
at the lips of my cunt, then attacked my clit with his 
tongue again.
	"Oh yes oh yes oh yes," I chanted, feeling it 
start to rise inside me.  I was going to come already.  
I knew it.  "Oh, god.  Lick it, baby.  Right there!  
Lick my pussyhole.  That's it!"
	And suddenly, it was there.  It hit me like I had 
slammed into a wall.  Everything went black for a 
second.  My body flopped around, my arms and legs 
jerked out of control.  Dimly, I heard someone crying, 
yelling, weeping.  It was me.
	"Oh, god, baby!   Yes!  I'm coming!  Yes!  
Ahhhhh!"
	Manny tore his face from my middle and climbed 
above me on his hands and knees, pushing my legs up and 
back.  He grabbed his cock, guided it to my pussy, and 
shoved it into me in one slick, sliding, forceful 
thrust.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs 
around his back and squeezed him to me, trying to pull 
him all the way inside me.
	My cunt clutched and spasmed around his cock as he 
ground his mound against mine, setting off new shocks 
and tremors.  Manny began driving his prick in and out 
of me.  I came again and then again, weeping and 
moaning.
	I heard sounds, farther away and then closer.  My 
eyes fluttered open.  Moe and Jack were standing on 
either side of the bed.  I gasped.
	"What the.?" Manny barked, his head whipping from 
side to side.  "You assholes!  Get out of here!"
	Instead, Jack sat down.  He reached up and stroked 
my sweaty forehead, brushing my hair back along my 
temples.
	"Sorry," Moe said, sitting down too.  "It sounded 
like you needed some help in here."
	"Goddammit, I'm not kidding," Manny growled.  "You 
assholes get out of here."  I could feel his prick 
begin to wither inside me.
	"Okay, okay," Jack said, patting Manny on the 
shoulder.  "Jeez, you try to help."  He started to get 
up.  All of a sudden, I realized I didn't want them to 
go.  I wanted.everything.
	"Wait," I said.  Suddenly, it was very quiet.  
They all looked at me.  I swallowed.  "It's. okay.  You 
don't have to leave."
	"ALL RIGHT!" crowed Moe.
	Manny looked at me.  "Are you sure?"
	"Yes," I said, looking down and blushing.
	"Far out," he said.  I felt his prick surge inside 
my pussy.  He rocked in and out slightly
	I was confused by my own boldness but terribly 
excited by it.  I looked at Jack and then at Moe.  They 
weren't looking at my face.  Jack was looking at my 
chest, half covered by Manny's.  Moe's eyes trailed 
down along our sides to where we were joined.
	"Well, dammit," Manny said.  "If you're going to 
join in, then do it.  Get your clothes off.  You're 
overdressed."
	Moe moved first.  He stood up and tore off his t-
shirt.  As he moved his hands to his belt, Jack stood 
up, too, and began undressing.  I watched Jack as he 
hesitated, his thumbs hooked into his pants at the 
sides, then shucked them down, exposing his cock.  It 
was sticking out straight from his belly.  He turned 
and sat down, his back toward us, while he pulled off 
his shoes and pushed his pants off.  Meanwhile, Moe had 
quickly shed his clothes.  His prick was only half 
erect as he kicked his pants free from his legs and sat 
down on the bed.
	Both of them turned almost at the same time and 
stretched out on their sides next to Manny and me.  I 
put a hand on each of their chests and ran it down 
across their bodies, seeking and then finding their 
cocks.  Jack's was already hard; Moe's sprang to life 
at my touch.
	Manny pushed his prick slowly in and out of my 
pussy.  He seemed to be hesitating, thinking.  Then he 
pulled his hips back and slid it out of me.
	"Come on," he said, scooting back and rising up 
onto his knees.  "Roll over."
	Sandwiched between them, I wriggled and twisted 
onto my hands and knees.  Moe and Jack "helped," 
managing in the process to feel my legs and my tits as 
well as other parts of me.  Moe reached up boldly 
between my thighs to cup my pussy, probing with his 
middle finger to find my slit.  His finger slid up into 
me.  I rolled my hips as he worked it around inside me.
	"Ohhhhh," I couldn't help moaning.
	"Look, Mikey," Moe said, grinning.  "She likes 
it!"
	I was amazed at myself, but filled with a rising 
eroticism that overcame any shame.  I had fantasized 
about fucking two guys, never really expecting it to 
happen.  Now, here I was surrounded by three naked men.  
What in the world was I going to do?  Confronted by my 
fantasy, I had no idea how to proceed.
	Manny took charge.
	"Get in front of her, Jack," he ordered.  As Jack 
hurried to comply, scooting up toward the head of the 
bed and swinging a leg on either side of me, Manny 
pushed at my back, urging me forward.
	"Go ahead," he said.  "Blow him.  I know you know 
how.  I want to see you swallow him."
	Jack's cock, I realized, was a monster, one of the 
biggest I'd ever seen.  Since I'd first glimpsed it, it 
had swelled up enormously.  The fat, purple head, 
itself larger than most, seemed too small for the thick 
column of rigid flesh below it.  Instead of tapering 
below the crown, it flared outward as if it had 
shoulders.  The shaft thickened even more toward the 
base.  I'd seen longer pricks but never one so thick 
and solid.
	I wrapped my fingers around Jack's pole as best as 
I could and lowered my face to it, drooling with 
anticipation.  Opening my mouth wide, I lapped at it 
several times, then pushed my lips over and around it.  
Jack groaned as I sucked on the head.
	Meanwhile, Manny had slipped a hand between my 
legs.  He pushed a finger up inside me and worked it 
around.  Then he replaced it with his thumb and used 
his fingers to stroke and tease my clit, which was 
sticking out between the lips of my pussy, as hard and 
straining as a man's cock.
	I began to bob up and down on Jack, although my 
mouth was stretched so wide by its girth that I could 
only accommodate a couple of inches.  Bracing one hand 
against his stomach, I used the other to jack off Jack, 
squeezing the loose skin and sliding it up and down the 
straining column of bone-like flesh beneath.
	Moe, meanwhile, joined in by sliding his hands all 
over my body, stroking my back and  fanny, then 
slipping beneath to massage my breasts and to pinch and 
pull at my nipples.  Manny continued to fondle my pussy 
for a while, using his other hand to grab a handful of 
hair and urge me up and down on Jack's cock.  Then he 
slid his thumb out of my pussy and wiped it greasily 
over my asshole.  Sliding two fingers up inside my 
cunny, he began to push his thumb into my back channel.
	"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" he 
hissed, a hint of menace in his tone.  "I'm going to 
fuck this tight little asshole.  Would you like that?  
Would you like it if I shoved my cock in there?  Well, 
it doesn't matter if you like it or not, does it?  I'm 
going to fuck your ass anyway.  You think you can 
handle three guys?  Well, you'd better get ready, 
because you're gonna have to take one of these cocks up 
your ass."
	His thumb pressed deeper into my butt, working 
around and around, pressing against the tight ring.  
Meanwhile, his fingers continued to work in my pussy, 
occasionally slipping out to tease my love bump.  I 
moaned around the mouthful of Jack `s cock.
	"You want it, don't you, you little cunt?  You 
can't wait for it, can you?  You want me to fuck your 
ass, don't you.  You know it will hurt.  But you still 
want it, don't you?"
	It was as if he could read my mind.  Yes, I wanted 
him to fuck my ass.  And yes, I knew it would hurt, at 
first.  But I knew how it would feel later, too.  I 
couldn't help wiggling my ass in response to Manny's 
probing thumb.
	"Have you got that cock wet enough yet?" Manny 
asked.  "You better get it good and wet, because you're 
gonna have to take Jack's prick in your pussy.  And you 
know it's a big one.  It's gonna stretch your pussy 
good.  Can you imagine that mouthful going in down 
there where I've got my fingers?  That's where it's 
going to go.  Right in there."
	In truth, it was hard to imagine.  My poor jaw was 
already aching from the strain of taking Jack's huge 
pole into my mouth, and surely my mouth was bigger than 
my tight pussy.  But the thought was highly erotic.  
The cock in my mouth was going to go in my cunt.  I 
slavered and sucked at Jack's prick, trying to get it 
ready for me.
	"That's enough!" Manny barked, slapping my ass.  
"We wouldn't want you to make Jack come and shoot his 
load down your pretty little throat now, would we?"
	I'm not sure Jack entirely agreed.  I was working 
hard on him, sucking and slurping and jacking his rod 
into my eager mouth.  Jack was bucking and straining, 
trying to cram more of his cock into me, and I think he 
would have been quite happy to shoot his load right 
there.  But Manny was insistent.
	"Come on," he said, slapping my fanny again.  
"That's enough.  I want to see Jack fuck you.  I want 
to see you try to get that cock in your pussy.  I don't 
think you can.  I've been in there, and I know how 
tight it is."
	He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back.  
Reluctantly, I let Jack's prick slide out of my lips, 
making an audible smack as it popped free.
	"Slide down, Jack," Manny said.  "Get under her.  
I want to watch her fuck herself on you."
	Now that his cock was waving free, Jack was eager 
to put it back inside somewhere, anywhere.  I was, too, 
although I had mixed feelings.  The thought of taking 
that huge pole into my tight little box was scary, but 
it also stirred up a deep yearning that was spreading 
through my belly.  I was glad I had got it good and wet 
with spit but a little sorry I had sucked it up to such 
massive proportions.
	Keeping hold of my hair and slipping his other 
hand around to my chest, Manny raised me up to my 
knees, his hand cupping and squeezing my tit.  Jack 
pushed his legs between mine and began shimmying and 
wriggling his way under me.  Moe, meanwhile, was again 
running his hands all over my body.  He took the 
opportunity to lean in and kiss me deeply.  I met his 
probing tongue eagerly, licking and sucking at him.  
Moe's hand cupped my pussy and stroked my clit.
	Then his hand moved away and I felt Jack's pole 
slap my stomach.  Looking down, I saw it pressed up 
against my mound as if it grew upside down from my own 
belly.  I would have been proud to own such a cock, but 
putting it up inside me was another matter.
	"Jesus," I croaked.  "I don't know."
	"What's the matter?" Manny asked.  "Change your 
mind?  Don't think you can take it?  Oh, don't worry.  
You're going to take it, all right.  I'll help push you 
down on it.  We'll get it in somehow."
	The thought of that massive column burrowing up 
into my cunny was stirring up a strange mixture of fear 
in my brain and passionate longing in my pussy.  I 
couldn't help rocking my hips back and forth, running 
my wet gash along its length.
	"Go on, get to it," Manny ordered, giving my hair 
a tug before releasing me and letting me fall forward 
onto my hands again.  "No more delays.  I want to see 
you fuck him.  Go on.  Do it!"
	I raised up, and Jack reached down between us to 
hold his cock upright and steady.  Looking down between 
us, I saw and then felt the head probe between the lips 
of my cunny.  It lodged in the entry of my hole.  
Slowly, experimentally, I let my weight down.
	It spread me like a doctor's pelvic exam.  I 
groaned with effort as the massive purple head of 
Jack's cock pushed between the lips and into my 
channel, stretching me, straining me.  Thank god for 
the lubrication of my mouth and my leaking pussy.  It 
wedged its way gradually deeper and deeper, causing me 
some pain but at the same time stirring up a feeling of 
deep erotic fulfillment.  I had been born to fuck a 
cock like this.  I wanted it.  I wanted it to possess 
me.
	Manny's hand was on my tailbone, pressing me 
downward.  I pushed back against it to gain some room 
and to spread the lubrication, then tried again.  A 
little more of Jack's cock bulled up inside me.
	"Ohhhhh!" I moaned as I forced it deeper into my 
straining pussy.  "Oh god!  Oh goddddd!"
	"You like it, don't you, bitch?" Manny said.  "Go 
ahead.  Take it all, you little whore.  You know you 
love it.  Go on, get it in there.  Take it all.  I know 
you can do it."
	I had thought that the head of Jack's cock was bad 
enough but, as I pressed down, the feel of it boring 
deeper and deeper inside me combined with a splitting 
sensation, like a wedge being driven up into my body.  
The thicker shaft spread and stretched  my pussy to its 
limits.  But each time I raised up and then settled 
down onto it again, I was able to take a little more 
inside me.  The deeper it went, the more fanatically 
determined I became to take it all.
	"Yes!" I insisted.  "That's it.  I can take it, 
goddammit!  Oh god, it's so big.  Uh!  Uh!  There!  
More!  Yes.  Uh!  Uh!  Oh shit!  Uh!"
	I had most of it now.  Gritting my teeth, I raised 
up and let my weight fall downward onto Jack's upthrust 
cock, driving it up into my belly.  I cried out with 
pain and triumph as I felt my mound bump against his.
	"Yes, goddammit!  There!  All of it!  I've got all 
of it.  Oh, jeez!  It's so big!"
	I fell forward over Jack, weak and panting as I 
slowly got accustomed to the huge pole in my tightly 
stretched cunt.  Jack let me rest a moment, then pulled 
back just a little and slid his prick home again.  He 
began to fuck me like that, in small nudges, leaving 
most of his cock buried in me.  My pussy was stretched 
so wide that I could feel my clit rubbing along the top 
of his pole with every movement in and out of my hole.
	"That's it," Manny said.  "Go on, Jack, fuck her.  
She can take it.  Fuck her hard."
	With my pussy fully occupied now with Jack's cock, 
Manny concentrated on my ass.  I had almost forgotten 
about his thumb while straining to accommodate the 
prick in my front hole, but now I could feel it working 
in my backside, turning and twisting.  Manny had it as 
deep inside as he could get it.  Spreading his fingers 
out on my fanny, he began to urge me forward and down, 
matching the tempo that Jack and I had begun.  Thumb 
hooked into my butthole, he pushed me down as Jack 
thrust up to drive his pole into me, relaxed to let me 
slide backward, and pushed me forward again.
	`"That's it," he said hoarsely.  "Fuck him, Kay.  
Fuck him with that hot little pussy of yours.  I knew 
you could do it.  How does it feel to have that big 
cock up inside you?  Do you like it?  Does it feel good 
in there?  Is it big enough for you?"
	Manny's words were stirring me up almost as much 
as Jack's prick.  I'd never known anyone to talk like 
that, to say out loud my dirtiest thoughts, whipping me 
up to an erotic frenzy.  Now that my pussy had 
stretched enough to accept Jack's cock more easily, I 
began to fuck him with more energy.
	"Yes," I cried, driving my cunt down onto him.  
"Yes, it feels good!  It's big.  But I can take it.  
Fuck!  I'm fucking you, Jack.  Do you like my pussy?  
Is it tight enough for you?"
	It was tight enough for me.  Although it was 
easier now, I was still stretched full with Jack's 
prick.  It spread me, stretched me anew each time I 
drove myself down onto him.  I felt the familiar 
sensation began to flow through me and knew I was going 
to come again.
	"Oh yes.  That's so good.  Fuck me.  Ohhhh!  Fuck 
me harder, Jack.  I'm going to come. That's it.  Ram it 
in me.  Like that.  More.  More.  Ohhhhh!  Yes!  Yes!  
Ah, fuck me."
	I began to shudder.  My arms, which had been 
holding me up, collapsed weakly, and I fell onto Jack's 
chest, my tits mashed against  him.  He grabbed my ass 
with his hands and pulled me down onto his cock, 
shoving deeper than ever before.
	"Oh, god, I'm coming.  Oh yes.  Oh yes.  Oh god!  
Ah!  Ah!  Ahhhhhhhh!"
	It was too much.  I ground myself against Jack, 
mashing my clit against his pelvis, jerking and 
twitching as another massive orgasm shocked and 
battered me.  I had lost count of how many times I had 
come since Manny's tongue had triggered my first one.  
Even now, limp from this come, I could feel another one 
starting to build.  It had happened to me a couple of 
times before.  Enough stimulation and I would slide 
into repeating, almost continuous orgasms.  I wanted 
Jack to do it, to keep fucking me, to send me into that 
strange, erotic abyss.
	But Manny had other ideas.
	"Okay, Moe," he said, his voice seemed to come 
from far away.  "It's your turn.  Scoot on up there and 
make her suck you."
	Moe, who had been mostly on the sidelines so far, 
was only too willing to comply.  He dragged himself 
backward and positioned his middle on my left next to 
my head.
	"Go on, Kay," Manny said.  "Suck him.  If you want 
any more, you're going to have to work for it."
	Struggling to make my muscles obey orders, I 
reached out and wrapped my hand around Moe's prick.  
Apparently, he hadn't felt too left out, because it was 
hard as a rock.  I jacked it slowly and languidly, 
watching out of half-closed eyes, and felt it throb and 
twitch in my fingers.
	The more I looked at Moe's cock, the more 
attractive it seemed.  It was so hard and red and 
eager.  I glanced up at Moe and saw the longing, 
pleading look in his eyes.  Poor Moe.  He wanted it so 
badly, yet he knew I was tired and was too polite to 
insist.  I licked my lips and smiled at him wanly.  
With a little nod of my head and a tug on  his prick, I 
urged him to come closer.
	Moe shifted toward me, rolling onto his side to 
push his hard-on toward my mouth.  The odor of sex 
surrounded us.  I could smell his cock as it moved 
under my nose.  The end slit winked open and shut, like 
a blind fish.  I stuck out my tongue and licked it.
	"That's right," Manny coaxed.  "Go ahead, Kay.  
Suck him.  He's dying for you to do it.  Look at him.  
Take in your mouth and blow him."
	Struggling up onto my elbows, I shifted my torso 
half off of Jack and guided Moe's cock to my lips.  It 
was a healthy-sized one, although much smaller than the 
one in my pussy, as Jack reminded me with a twitch.  I 
slipped Moe's prick between my lips and slid down on 
it, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could.
	My energy was slowly returning.  I took deep 
breaths through my nose while I worked on Moe, sliding 
my head up and down, up and down, in a steady rhythm 
that slowly gathered steam.  Moe let out a long sigh 
and started fucking my mouth, shifting his hips back 
and forth, matching my pace.  I kept my hand wrapped 
around his cock, letting it slide through my fingers 
and into my warm oral cavern.
	Beneath me, Jack began to fuck my pussy more 
vigorously again.  His big prick had lost little ground 
during the past minutes, and it quickly swelled back up 
to full size.  I could feel the head as it shoved up 
deep inside me.  It throbbed repeatedly, ballooning up 
and then subsiding.
	This, I realized in a haze, was part of my fantasy 
come true.  I was making love to - no, fucking - two 
men at the same time.  I had imagined this, sucking one 
while fucking the other.  I inhaled the pungent odor of 
man scent.  I savored the taste and feel of the cock 
sliding into my throat, the insistent thrust of it 
through my fingers, the invading, possessing demand of 
the prick in my pussy.  I suddenly felt like crying, 
for joy.
	The bed rocked as Manny (I assumed it was Manny) 
climbed back onto the bed.  I hadn't even realized that 
he had left.  I heard a faint pop as he opened 
something, then the cool, slick touch of his fingers on 
my asshole.  He was spreading some kind of lubricant, 
which he began working into my back passage.  I knew 
what he was going to do.  He was going to fuck my ass.  
I was going to fuck three men at a time, not two.  
Words can't possibly convey how much I wanted it.
	Manny didn't keep me waiting long.  I suspect he 
was more than ready himself after all the delays.  
After all, he hadn't come himself in our original 
fucking session so long ago.  I had no idea how much 
time had passed since we had first gone back to his 
bedroom.  It seemed like hours.
	Now he was climbing up behind me, squatting at my 
ass.  He grabbed one cheek and pushed it to the side, 
exposing my asshole.  I felt the blunt head of his cock 
nudge against it.  I stopped fucking Jack and just held 
Moe's prick in my mouth, all my attention focused on 
the tight pucker of my butt and the stiff column of 
meat poised just outside it.
	"You want this, don't you, Kay?" Manny said, not 
really asking.  "You want me to fuck your ass, don't 
you?"  I nodded and murmured around Moe's prick.  He 
knew I wanted it.  They all knew.
	"Here it comes then," he said, and then to Jack, 
"Hold her."
	As Jack tightened his arms around me, Manny pushed 
his hips forward and speared his cock into my tight 
butthole.  Too late, I realized that with Jack's prick 
occupying most of the available space in there, there 
was precious little room for anything else.
	The head of Manny's dick went in easier than I 
expected, probably because of the lubrication and his 
earlier stretching.  It popped past my anal ring, 
producing a sharp twinge of pain, but it wasn't as bad 
as I'd felt before.  But that was all the farther he 
got, because his prick jammed up against Jack and 
stopped.
	"Jesus," Manny said, "this is going to be tighter 
than I thought.  Hold her steady there, Jack."
	"I. I don't know, Manny," Jack said.  "Maybe it's 
just too tight."
	"There's no such thing as too tight," Manny shot 
back.  "Anyway, tight or not, I'm going to fuck her 
ass.  Just you hold her steady."
	While this was happening, I lay there, passive but 
keyed up emotionally, awash in a strange, sensuous fog.  
It was as if I was outside myself, watching.  There I 
was, slumped across Jack and skewered on his enormous 
cock, with Moe's slick, stiff prick filling my mouth 
like a big pacifier.  Now Manny was behind me, ready to 
drive his prick into me.  It was a moment of incredible 
eroticism.  I was surrounded by three men who were 
going to fuck me, all at the same time.  
	I wanted Manny to fuck my ass so badly that I was 
quivering with passion.  My whole being seemed 
concentrated on the tight ring of flesh that was 
clutching the head of his cock.  I wanted the rest.  I 
wanted him to drive it all the way up my ass.  I didn't 
care how much it hurt.  I wanted it.
	Jack tightened his grip on my back and Moe put his 
hands behind my head, pinning me in place.  Manny 
shifted slightly, changing the angle of penetration 
upward, and shoved forward.  A searing bolt of pain 
shot through me as he began to force his cock into my 
butt.  Despite Moe's grip on my head, I jerked it back 
and off him, crying out in agony.
	"Aiiiiee!  It hurts!.  Oh god!"
	Manny pulled back slightly, but that temporary 
moment of relief was quickly replaced by another 
burning jolt of torment as he surged forward again and 
drove his prick deeper up my asshole.
	"Shut up, bitch!" Manny snapped.  "You know you 
want it.  And you're going to get it!"
	Again, he pulled back slightly and once again 
shoved into my tender, stretched anus.  It felt like a 
red-hot metal pole going in.  I cried out wordlessly, 
my eyes suddenly full of tears.
	"Ah, Jesus, that's tight," Manny groaned as he 
continued to drive his cock up my butt.  "Umpf!  Damn!  
Take it!  Argh!  Just a little more.  Umpf!  Umpf!"
	Despite my weeping protests, he hammered his spike 
into my ass, forcing his way up my painfully spasming 
back channel until I felt his stomach slap against my 
fanny.  Grabbing my hips, he pulled me back onto his 
spear of flesh, cramming the last little bit inside me.
	I almost blacked out with the pain.  For long 
moments I lay there, pinned between the two cocks 
driven into my middle from front and behind.  Afraid to 
move for fear of stirring new agonies, I could only 
crouch there, trembling and crying.
	But once he was in me, Manny held still and gave 
me time to recover.  Slowly, the pain dwindled and was 
replaced by an incredible, wonderful fullness that 
transcended anything I had ever felt.  A line came to 
me out of nowhere and rattled around and around in my 
head:  "I've got Manny in my fanny and Jack in my 
crack."
	My poor cunny, which had already been stretched to 
its limits by Jack's huge cock, had now been drawn even 
tighter by the second wedge driven into my backside.  
It felt like I was impaled on a stone column driven 
into my most sensitive parts.  Far from painful, it was 
wildly sexy, and I could feel my pussy dripping with 
new lubrication.  Meanwhile, Manny's somewhat smaller 
prick felt at least as big as Jack's because of the 
already tight quarters it had been forced into.
	Beyond the merely physical stimulation, though, 
was the extraordinary knowledge that I was sandwiched 
between two men, each of them buried deep inside me.  
It was my fantasy come true, and it was far more 
sensual, more exciting and more erotic that I had ever 
dreamed.  Tremors of pain were replaced by tremors of 
passion welling up from my depths.  I lay between Jack 
and Manny quivering with desire.  Experimentally, I 
shifted my hips and felt the two cocks move inside me.
	As if on a signal, both of them began to draw back 
at the same time, pulling their pricks slowly out of my 
two clutching holes.  I was overwhelmed by a sudden 
feeling of almost desperate loss.  Just as I was about 
to protest, they paused with only the heads of their 
cocks still in me, and then slowly, slowly, a fraction 
of an inch at a time, shoved them back into my depths.  
Desperation was replaced by ecstasy as they stretched 
me, filled me again, stirred me with unimagined 
pleasure.  I moaned, a wordless sigh from the bottom of 
my soul.
	As they began to pump steadily in and out of my 
cunt and ass, Moe stirred beside me.  I realized that I 
had been clutching his cock through all of this.  The 
head of it was purple with trapped blood, and it was 
rock-solid in my fingers.  I was immediately overcome 
with desire to complete the connection.  I knew 
instantly that I wanted to fuck all three of them at 
once, to make them all come, to use all the capacity of 
my womanhood, to be their fuck-goddess of passion and 
release.
	I plunged my face back onto Moe's throbbing 
erection, slavering over it and sucking it deep into my 
mouth.  At the same time, I began to rock back and 
forth between Jack and Manny.  Although I was pinned 
between them, I took charge.  I was no longer getting 
fucked, I was fucking them.  All three of them.
	"Ooooh," said Manny, "lookee there.  You like it, 
don't you, you little slut."  He rolled his hips 
around, making his prick waggle in my behind.  "You got 
a cock in your ass, and one in your cunt, and a nice 
big lollipop to suck on.  What more could a girl ask 
for?"
	The answer was - nothing.  I was full, replete.  I 
wanted nothing but to stay in that moment of triple 
penetration forever, rocking back and forth between 
Jack and Manny, sucking ferociously on Moe's cock.  I 
took his prick deeper than I had ever done before, 
allowing it to slide past the back of my mouth and into 
my throat.  Moe stiffened in surprise and moaned with 
delight as I swallowed him repeatedly.
	Even though much of my conscious attention was on 
Moe, it was the alternating slide of the cocks in my 
pussy and ass that was stirring my body profoundly.  
Pushing myself down onto Jack's cock, I was filled 
deliciously even as Manny's slid out, producing a sense 
of emptiiness.  When I pushed backward, Jack's big 
prick dragged along my clit, while Manny's forced it 
way back up my rectum.  And in between, there was the 
unique sensation of their two stiff rods, separated 
only by a thin wall of flesh, rubbing along each other 
deep within me.
	Manny was not content to let me do all the fucking 
for long.  At first, he simply jutted his hips forward 
when I slid back onto him, driving his cock as far as 
possible up my ass.  Before long, however, he grabbed 
my hips and began shoving me back and forth while he 
pumped in and out of my butt.
	Jack was more constrained with the weight of both 
of us pressing down on him, but he bumped upward to 
meet my descending pussy as hard as possible and rolled 
his hips to make his prick churn inside me whenever the 
pressure on him lessened.  
	The emphatic fucking I was getting, front and 
back, left me free to concentrate on Moe's cock.  I 
drove my throat up and down on him, sucking vigorously, 
squeezing him with my lips and lashing my tongue back 
and forth on the sensitive underside.  My hand slid up 
and down his pole, rubbing and clutching as it slid 
through my spit-slickened fingers.
	It was Moe who came first.  Although he'd been a 
spectator almost as much as a participant, he had the 
best view in the house of what was surely one of the 
most erotic sights in his experience.  Then, too, I 
give excellent head, and he was getting my best.  In 
any case, he moaned and shot a load of cum into my 
mouth, which I gulped down greedily.  Several more 
spurts followed quickly, and I swallowed it all except 
for a little bit which leaked out of my mouth and ran 
down my chin.
	I had been teetering on the brink of another 
orgasm myself, and the feel of Moe's cum jetting into 
my eagerly sucking mouth was enough to kick me over the 
edge.  I squealed around his still-drooling meat as the 
first wave hit me and then went jerking out of control.  
My body bucked and shook as succeeding waves rolled 
through me.  I ricocheted back and forth between Manny 
and Jack, fucking myself wildly on their two cocks, 
driving first one and then the other into my pussy and 
asshole.
	That was enough to trigger both of them.  I'm not 
sure whether Manny or Jack came first, but suddenly 
both of them were yelling and slamming their pricks 
into me with a violence that would have been scary if 
it hadn't felt so good.  My pussy and ass were both 
suddenly slick with their cream.
	Manny drove his cock up my butt one last time and 
then collapsed on my back, forcing Jack's still 
spitting prick deep into my cunt.  We lay there 
recovering in a crumpled heap for several minutes.  I 
nursed on Moe's slowly dwindling hard-on until he 
became too sensitive and slid it out of my mouth.
	Eventually, the weight was two much for me.  With 
obvious reluctance, Manny slid his cock out of my ass, 
but not before goosing it up my backside a few more 
times.  By the time he finally slid it out, I was half-
tempted to ask him to stay.
	I rolled off Jack and slumped across the bed in a 
daze.  Moe went into the bathroom and came back with a 
warm, damp washcloth which he used to wipe my face, 
pussy and ass with surprising tenderness.
	Later, after catching my breath, I staggered off 
to the shower, intending to get cleaned up and leave.  
I was not terribly surprised, though, when the door 
slid open.  I would have guessed that it would be 
Manny, though, instead of Moe.
	I was wrong by only a few minutes.  None of them, 
it seemed, could let me out of their sight for long.  
Moe was just finishing a very thorough job of washing 
me when the other two joined us in the bathroom.   We 
traded places, and Moe dried me off as thoroughly as he 
had washed me, after which he bent me over the bathroom 
counter and slid his cock into me from behind.  Manny 
and Jack pushed the shower curtain open and watched 
while he fucked me to another knee-weakening orgasm.
	Later, Manny dragged me back into the bedroom 
where I gave him a long, sensuous blowjob.  After he 
finally shot his cum into my mouth, Jack pushed me onto 
my stomach and wedged his huge fuckpole up my ass, a 
feat that would probably not been possible if I hadn't 
been loosened up by Manny's previous session there.
	
	It was nearly three a.m. when I finally fell 
asleep in Manny's arms.  The next morning, they took me 
to breakfast and then home.  I said a tender goodbye to 
the three of them that surely gave the neighbors 
something to talk about, kissing each of them deeply 
and passionately on my front step.
	I  was exhausted, of course.  When the movers 
arrived that afternoon, they noticed and commented on 
how tired I seemed, assuming that it was from packing.  
And, in a way, they were right.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
End of 'Only a Fantasy' by Titmouse.
Story 28

Author's Note:

While a female friend thought I did a fair job of getting into Kay's
mind and creating a plausible situation in which a woman might just do
as described, she didn't like the cussing and forcefulness with which
the three guys -- especially Manny -- proceeded.  That, she said, would
have turned her off and brought an immmediate end to the proceedings.

She's probably right and, were I inclined to expend the effort, I'd
probably rewrite this story with a more gentle and appreciative approach.
I was trying to make Manny a dominant, pushy presence and succeeded all
too well, I guess.  I don't think he was serious, though.  And, if it
needs saying, this is a complete fantasy.

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