Sunday morning

Morning came early. Well, if nine-thirty is early. I woke up first again and made my way to the kitchen to begin coffee. We had no specific plans til Steve had to leave to go back to college. So I thought, after breakfast, I'd like to go back to bed and just lounge a bit. We had a big day yesterday.

While the coffee was brewing, I made my way to the bathroom and relieved the pressure. Stacey joined me in the bathroom and kissed me as I was peeing.

"Good morning, Sweetheart," I said as she wrapped her arms around me from behind, taking my penis in her hands. She liked to aim my pee. I let her. Sometimes we did it in the shower. Sometimes she peed on me and sometimes I peed on her. It was a little quirk of our relationship. Anyway, whenever she wanted to touch my cock was alright with me.

When I finished peeing, I stretched, stepped back as she moved me out of the way. She immediately sat down and kissed the head of my dick. As I washed my hands, I asked her how she wanted her eggs and how many she wanted. She said two over easy and I left her to her business.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and started cooking the bacon. Eggs were next but I needed to know how Steve wanted his cooked. I sat out some plates and silverware as Stacey came around the corner. I asked her if she would go wake Steve up. She went into the bedroom and I could hear her talking to him. Then I heard his voice. Couldn't tell what they said but I knew he made it through the night. She told me later that she licked him awake and kissed him when he opened his eyes. Then they both came back to the kitchen table.

Steve got a cup and poured his coffee and I asked him the egg questions. He asked if he could have three over easy. I nodded my head and moved the bacon to the paper towel to drain and tossed some butter in the pan to cook the eggs. We ate and sat and talked about last night. We all agreed that it was a fantastic day and we would like to relive it again sometime soon. I told Steve there was the rest of the day to work it out and he looked puzzled. I laughed. Stacey blushed.

Stacey knew what I was referring to from our previous conversation in the bathroom. Steve and I had talked about a golf game this afternoon after church but it was already eleven thirty. So we missed church this morning and after last night, I wasn't really excited about golf anymore. I had never DP'd a girl and I didn't know if 1) Stacey would like it; 2) How much it would hurt; and 3) Would I ever get another opportunity?

I knew Steve had never been in a threesome before so asking him if he'd done it was useless. So I asked him if he'd ever thought about it. His dick got hard immediately. I grinned and told him if he played his cards right, he might get that opportunity. He was starting to leak precum. Stacey leaned over and licked his slick head. He groaned.

I told them we had all day and we needed to clean up our breakfast mess. That was taken care of in a split second and we adjourned to the bedroom.

Crawling back into our spots, I turned on the TV and they both looked at me like I had four heads. I told them I thought we needed to rest a while before we worked up another sweat. They begrudgingly agreed and we all got comfortable. I figured we could hang out for an hour and proceed with the plan. In reality, I was trying to figure out how this was all gonna work out because I'd never done it either.

With nothing really worth watching on TV but a golf game, we talked about general stuff. Steve and I told her where we came from and about some of our travels and adventures. She said she wanted to go visit sometime. You could tell there was an underlying tension… she was getting antsy about something else.

I took her hands, looked straight at her, deep into her eyes, and asked her if she was sure, absolutely positive, that she wanted to try double penetration. She took a deep breath and nodded her head. She looked up at me biting her lower lip. Seeming rather shy, which after all we had been through this weekend, seemed odd.

I said, "OK. Your call. I know you have thought about it. You know the cock sizes you're dealing with. I don't want you to get hurt. So… how do you want to go about this?"

She lay still for a minute and played with her hair as she thought or hesitated to say. Then, quietly, she said, "I want you in front because I trust you and I know you'll protect me. We have done anal several times and Steve's not as big as you so he'll be alright there."

"OK. Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so. But be gentle," she replied.

"Of course. We'll protect you and take care of you," I said, "Right, Steve?"

"Absolutely," he said, "if you need anything, faster, slower, harder, softer, stop, go, whatever, just say something and we'll react accordingly." There was nothing soft about Steve's dick at this point and he had already broken a sweat in anticipation of the coming events. Steve also had more experience with anal sex than I had. Seems a lot of his quests in high school were anal.

She looked at me and I nodded in agreement with Steve. She was really nervous. The TV got muted. I told Steve I wanted to get her prepared a little. I scooted down to taste her. She was already gushing. Her thighs were wet and there was a big wet spot on the bed.

I lifted her thighs while Steve stroked himself as my tongue found its target. I began lapping her. Savoring her essence. Steve began tweaking her nipples. Lifting her legs, I shifted her hips so that her juices ran into her anus. I motioned for Steve to swipe his hand over her mound and begin lubricating his dick. I had told him about the edible lube on the side table. He pulled that out as well and added a dollop to the head, working it into his now turgid cock.

Continuing to bring her close to orgasm, I didn't want her to go over the edge. The event itself I felt would do it for her. This was all about her. I told Steve I didn't care if either of us came. This was for her. I continued to lick her. I inserted fingers into her to wet them and began lubricating her back door. I worked to loosen her up as I licked all around her. I got three fingers easily in her ass and two in her front. Edging her had taken her near the cliff three or four times without going over. Gripping my head hard, she was screaming and constricting her muscles and getting frustrated.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" She screamed.

I backed off her and she took a deep breath and looked up at me. I reached for her hand and she reached for mine as I pulled her up.

"You're on top of me," I said as I lay down and she crawled up over me. We kissed, and she sat up, taking my cock into her hand and dropping down onto me. I began to massage her breasts and caressing her sides and back as Steve positioned himself between my legs. He also began rubbing her back and her ass. She and I made love for a couple of minutes, just she and I. Steve just watched.

When Stacey lay down on my chest, Steve moved close enough to impale her ass but did so slowly. She and I continued slowly. He took his cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down between her butt cheeks and around my cock to get more lubricant. Then he placed his cock head onto her rosebud and pushed. There was resistance but not as much as he thought. His head popped in and about half of his length. She tensed and pushed up on my shoulders as I kept caressing her and telling her to breathe deep and relax as best she could.

It felt really interesting for me because in addition to the glove-like feel of her sheath, I could feel him moving in through the thin membrane between her pussy and rectum. It was fantastic. Very ethereal. I was intimately familiar with him but this was new. I had to clinch my ass to hold on. She vibrated into her first orgasm and held on tight. Steve continued to move into her fully. He and I were originally on different rhythms. I only had my hips to thrust and she was in sensory overload. He had to adjust his thrust because he was the only one who could really move.

Eventually, after some adjustments, we got to the same rhythm. She never really came down from her initial orgasm. Its strength came and went but she never let go of me. She buried her face in my neck and held on with her arms around my neck. Every now and then I asked her if she was OK. She never answered but I could feel her nod her head into my neck. She was whimpering.

Stacey was still orgasming and discharging massive amounts of fluid. Steve leaned back and began changing his rhythm as he picked up speed and the depth of his thrust. So much so that he popped out of her ass a couple of times. She was wiggling her hips and contributing as much as she could. He kept reinserting his cock and thrusting deeply. We were wet with sweat and assorted fluids. The room smelled of sex and the musk of horny guys.

Steve threw his head back as he pulled her hips to him and thrust in deeply. I knew he was cumming. He wasn't saying anything, just vibrating as he filled her ass with multiple streams of the cum she had come to like the taste of this weekend. I could feel him blow off inside her. It was a strange feeling. It triggered me to come as well. I pulled her down onto me as deep as I could get as I attempted to bury myself into her. Streams and streams of cum poured into her as I pulled her down further. Feeling both of us simultaneously blow. I reached between us and rubbed her clit. Just that touch set her off and she squirted what seemed like a gallon of cum on top of what she had already cum.

We collapsed. She rested on me and he slid off the top to my side. He dropped out of her and she felt empty to me. I still had a hard on but I kept still. She didn't try to remove me. She began kissing my neck and rubbing Steve's chest gently. He was on my left side, so I rubbed her ass and back with my right hand. Soon I felt her snoring gently and I looked at him. He was sleeping too. I gently stroked her back as she lay there asleep. Eventually, my dick softened and fell out of her. I slipped off to dreamland as well.

We slept for five or six hours. When we woke up it was really past time for Steve to head back to college. We were all really stuck together. He broke away and went to the bathroom for a shower. I followed him to get a couple washcloths to begin cleaning up Stacey. I stepped in with Steve and he washed my cock for me. I got out and dried off and went to help Stacey.

Steve finished in the bathroom and came out drying off. Stacey told him he was invited back whenever he wanted. I agreed, but he knew that already. She got up, gave him a kiss and headed to the bathroom. I helped Steve gather his stuff up and followed him to the door. I told him to call me when he got to school so I knew he was OK. We kissed and he turned and left.

I went back to strip the bed. Totally this time. I remade the bed with a couple towels under the sheet, over the wet spot. When that was completed, I went to Stacey in the shower. Mostly, she was just standing under the hot water. I began massaging her shoulders and back and it was like flipping a switch. She just wilted in my arms.

I got her out of the shower, dried her off and put her in bed. I kissed her gently and returned to the shower. I needed to clean up too. When I was done, I went and got in bed with her. We talked about the day's events. She said it scared her and hurt a little, but in a good way. She never made any painful sounds. Anyway, she said she was starving so we ordered Chinese takeout to be delivered. We had a great night.

Steve called when he got back to the dorm and thanked me profusely for the weekend. I told him to come back when it's still warm and we could at least go to the lake. He came often. Pun very much intended.

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Epilogue

Steve visited every other weekend til winter set in and then about once every six weeks. Stacey moved in with me when her apartment lease ran out. A good time was had by all. Two years later, Steve asked me to be the Best Man at his wedding. We are still close friends. Stacey and I parted ways after I was promoted again a couple years later. I was crushed. I had to move to a central location. My company was making it extremely financially rewarding. She was afraid of leaving everything she'd known all her life. I've missed her every day since and often wonder if I made the right choice.