Date: Thu, 8 May 2003 11:08:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: uday jones <uday_jones@yahoo.com>
Subject: My BF and my GF (MFB)

This is a completely true story about a sexual encounter between an adult
male, an adult female and a male adolescent.  All the names of humans have
been changed, but the times and places are correct.  If you like it, let me
hear from you at Uday_Jones@yahoo.com.

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In the spring of 1990 I was blessed with three outlets for my sexual
tensions.  One, of course was with me all the time, my right hand.  The
other two were a bit more exciting.  At that point I guess I was 34 and had
been divorced for about 5 years from my high school sweetheart.  I'll tell
you some other time about her and why she divorced me, but this story is
about Heather and Rob.  My name's Tom and I'm a software engineer for a
company in Orlando.  Like I said, in 1990 I was a 34-year-old plumpish guy
with a mustache.  I weighed a little over 200 and with my being only 5'8" I
was certainly not slim and trim.

Insofar as my sexual desires are concerned, I've never quite figured out
where I fit in.  I like girls, shit; I was married to one and had gone out
with quite a few over the years.  Weirdly enough though, I'd only had sex
with a very few of them.  I mean I love orgasms, its just all the other
crap that goes into getting a girl to spread her legs for you that
sometimes seems more trouble than its worth.  The other thing is that I
like boys too.  Now I don't mean men, I really do mean boys, usually in the
11 to 16-age range.  Another weird thing is that I don't go for gay kids.
If I go after a boy I like him to be straight with just a desire for a
little extra-curricular sex on the side.

So how at 34 did I meet my needs?  Well, I had a girlfriend, Heather.  She
was 18 when I first met her and was 20 in 1990.  She was a student at a
local college that I'd met at church one Sunday.  There were bunches of
other single guys closer to her age there, but for some reason she'd flirt
with me, so one Sunday I asked her out.  To fill in the blanks a little
bit, I eventually discovered that she'd fooled around with one of her
teachers for the last two years of high school, and that helped me
understand her affection for guys older than her.

So getting back to satisfying my sexual needs, I also had a suck buddy.
Rob was a guy I met at the game room I usually cruised when I was hot for
young cock.  He was 14 the first time he let me blow him and had turned 15
in the middle of winter.  The arrangement we had was I'd pay him $30 bucks
and he'd let he suck his now 6-1/2 inch cum spicket anytime I dropped by to
see him at his apartment.  He was an only kid, his mom worked night and day
to make ends meet and so Rob for the most part lived alone.  I'd only met a
couple of his girlfriends - they might be there when I'd stop by after
work.  When they were there I'd make some excuse and bug out.  Hell, I
didn't want to interfere with his real sex life!

Now Rob knew about Heather, but Heather knew nothing of Rob.  Sometimes, to
get Rob in the mood, I'd tell him about a recent fuck session with Heather
and he'd occasionally reciprocate by telling me about one of his girly
fucks.  It was really cool to be going down on his rod while he was telling
me about it being in a young cunt only an hour or two earlier.  That's one
of the nice things about being a teenager -- there's almost always more
cum in your balls ready to shoot at any stimulus.

Let me be clear about this.  Its not like Rob and I had only a client and
vendor relationship.  Sometimes we'd go see a movie or stop at my favorite
game room.  He might take me to meet some of his other friends, usually at
a drug and drink bash.  I'd see him disappear into a bedroom with a babe
and come out with a contented look on his face.  But I made sure I never
tried to hit on one of his friends.  I never wanted Rob to be weirded out
by his buddies thinking he sold fag sex for cash.

Back to Heather, she worked most weekend evenings at Disney World and so
our dates were usually confined to weekday nights.  Most of the time she'd
sleep over at my house and leave for class from there.  Eventually it was
almost as though she'd moved in.  She left most of her clothes and
toiletries at my place.  That's where she did her laundry and most of her
homework.  That's when we had the talk.

It was late one night and we were sitting in my dark living room with some
music playing softly in the background.  I still don't know how the subject
came up, but that's when she told me about fucking her teacher.  As her
story went on, she told me that she also fucked his young son, kinda as
payback, since the teacher almost raped her the first time he came on to
her. But she got so she really dug the kid's youthful enthusiasm for sex
and fucked him pretty often until she graduated.  I gave some hints that I
had my own bizarre past and, when I felt somewhat safe, let out that I used
to like to suck dicks, teen dicks.  That got her mind spinning and she
started connecting things like the movies we'd see and some of the things
I'd mumble while screwing her to my closeted desire for boy prick.  The
good thing is that she wasn't apparently too grossed out by the idea, but I
knew I hadn't been completely honest with her either.  After that, when
we'd see some young teen stud like at the movies or grocery store, she'd
ask if I wanted to "do him" and then I'd ask her back.  And it became sort
of joke between us.

Of course I told Rob about it all.  I don't know why, but I'd never shown
her picture to him before and when I did, he thought she looked pretty hot.
Now I must be brain dead or something, because that's the first time the
idea hit of the two of them getting it on.  So I told Rob about Heather's
wild high school fucks with the teacher and separately with his 12-year-old
son.  As we continued to talk about her I basically gave him permission to
screw her if he ever got even the remotest chance (with a reduced rate for
my future blowjobs!).

On Thursday that week, I planned for the event to take place.  I rented a
movie, "Private Lessons," about a boy hot to screw his housekeeper I think
(that one was hard to find!).  I called Rob and asked if 7pm was going to
be OK for me to come by (it was later than usual for a weekday night).  And
I washed Heather's laundry so she'd have no excuses to stay home.  When she
arrived from school I was already home and had dinner ready.  We ate and
then took a shower together and I told her we were going over to a friend's
place to watch a movie.  Of course she wanted to know whom, but I kept
evading an answer.  At 6:45 we were in my Jeep CJ and off to Rob's.

I don't guess I've described Heather or Rob yet.  Heather, you already
know, was very pretty.  She was around 5'4" and 115 lbs.  Her hair was very
dark brown, almost black, long, wavy and often kept in a ponytail.  Her
complexion was tanned, her skin smooth, her waist remarkably trim.  Her
legs were strong and her shoulders and arms showed her love for tennis.
Heather's breasts were smallish, very attractive to me, but less desirable
to some guys.  That night she wore some short white shorts that revealed
her luscious thighs and a little blue and yellow pullover that clung
tightly to her skin with sleeves that kept most of her upper arms
uncovered.  Her feet had white Nike's and very short white socks.

When Rob opened his door Heather's eyes grew to the widest I'd ever seen
them.  At 15, Rob was still developing.  He was pretty tall, 5'10" maybe,
and very thin everywhere but between his legs.  I don't guess he was over
140 lbs, also tanned (from hanging out at the apartment pool), and not at
all muscular.  His freshly washed hair was dark blonde, parted in the
middle and covered most of his ears and went a couple inches over his
collar.  The boy was wearing jeans shorts that came to his knees and
covered his mostly hairless thighs.  He wore no shoes or socks and so the
dark hairs at his calves were clearly visible.  His AC/DC tee shirt was
dark, but clean.  Beneath it was a smooth chest and tummy, the only hair
confined in the pits of his arms.

I greeted Rob and both Heather and Rob looked first at each other and then
at me, as though I was going to give them an explanation.  I wasn't.  I
pulled out the movie that Heather had not seen until that point and said I
thought we'd watch a movie as I shoved it in the VCR in Rob's living room.
I then thought to at least introduce the two of them and finally we sat on
the couch facing the TV, Heather in the middle flanked by Rob and me.  By
this time Rob had deduced the plan but Heather was completely in the dark.
I pressed play on the remote and turned off the light on the table next to
me.  Some light came from a dim lamp against the far wall, the rest from
the TV.

The movie is pretty lame, the title and the first 30 seconds pretty much
tell you what happens in the rest of the film.  I saw Heather glance at me;
I smiled back and flicked an eyebrow at her.  I noticed the corners of her
mouth turn into a wry grin.  After maybe 5 minutes of the movie Rob rested
his left leg on the coffee table.  Almost on cue, Heather put her right leg
only a centimeter away.  I looked at the screen and back to their legs.
They were touching.  A couple more minutes elapsed and Heather kicked off
her shoes and put both legs back on the table, her socks purposely playing
with Rob's shins.  A stole a peek at Rob's lap and a noticeable protrusion
was visible.

I asked Rob if he had any soft drinks in the fridge, he muttered for me to
help myself.  I got up and quickly scurried off to the kitchen.  I wasn't
out of sight for more than 10 seconds, but when I returned through the door
I saw Heather and Rob locked in a passionate embrace, their lips parted and
their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths.  Rob's hands were
all over Heather's tight shirt feeling her tender breasts.  Heather
apparently was a bit more aggressive, her fingers already tugging at his
zipper.  I sat in a chair diagonally facing the couch to watch the action
unfolding before me.

Heather had his zipper down almost as my butt settled into the seat.  Rob
was wearing no undies, so his 6-1/2" hard tool was quickly exposed.
Heather kissed Rob one last time before bending over to take his prick in
her mouth.  They adjusted their positions so that Rob's back leaned against
the armrest, his right foot on the floor.  Heather was on her knees, her
torso resting on the cushion as her head bobbed between his legs.  At that
point Rob looked over to me and I saw a faraway smile on his face as he
enjoyed the bliss of a blowjob.  As I smiled back at him, he reached down
and started to lift Heather's shirt over her head, the oral sex being
temporarily suspended as the shirt passed her neck.  Heather filled her
mouth again with young cock as Rob then unsnapped her bra.  His hands
slipped beneath her bare arms and lifted her away from his throbbing organ.
He then used his arms to help him as he stood up and removed his own shirt.
Heather, wasting not a moment, undid the button on his shorts letting them
fall to his ankles.

Heather, as if acting in a striptease show, very slowly but sensuously slid
her own shorts and undies away from their job of covering her sex.  Her
pubic hair, recently trimmed, arched tightly above her damp vagina.  Her
hand took Rob's, as she lay on her back naked, her legs spread and her
pussy so visible and inviting.  Rob's head turned and he quickly looked
into my eyes.  I mouthed "Fuck her" and with no hesitation he had the head
of the prick I had sucked so many times at the gateway to her slit and was
lifting her legs to give it entrance.

I stood up to watch as he rubbed the head of his prick in the slippery
juices at Heather's cunt lips.  A moment later the head of his dick
disappeared into the warm canyon only to be extracted a fraction of a
second later and then shoved down deeper and deeper.  Soon Heather had her
arms wrapped around his body and I could hear the distinct slap of his
balls against her ass as the 15-year-old pounded my 20-year-old girlfriend.

By this time my shorts were off and I was instinctively stroking my own
organ.  I couldn't help thinking that at 15 my own cock was only 4-1/2
inches hard, not that its current 5" is that much better.  I also couldn't
help but note that this was the very first time I'd ever witnessed
male-female sex live and in-person.  I could hear every grunt, the constant
distinct slosh of wet sex parts oozing together, the whispers they shared
of wanton desire realized.  I could hear him groan as Heather sucked Rob's
neck into a hicky.  And finally I heard the sound I'd heard so many times
before as Rob's hard penis grew harder and he moaned loudly and finally
spasmed shooting spurt after spurt of his thick white goo into Heather's
hot hole.

Rob could tell I needed to get my own cock in Heather's cum laden cunt.  He
got up and I quickly slid my own hard shaft into the spermy oblivion.  My
hips swung back and forth as I too pounded the girl pussy.  Heather
mustered her senses and quietly whispered in my ear, "Does he have any
friends?"  Just the thought that my hard rod was surrounded by a bath of
boy juice was enough to send me over the brink.  My own semen shot out to
commingle with those of young Rob's.

Rob of course had watched my coitus with Heather and, as teens are designed
to do, was again sporting wood as I rolled off of Heather and into her
arms.  She invited Rob to bring his rod closer and, only inches from my
face; she began to lick his pussy juice flavored prick.  Then she stopped
and said looking at me, "You do it."  Rob, already horny again, was only
too happy to maneuver himself so I could get more than just a lick.  Now
Heather was getting a close up of a boy-man blowjob.  Out of the corner of
my eye I could see her broad grin as my nose impacted Rob's pubic hair.  As
though I was auditioning for a movie, I gave Heather quite a show as I gave
Rob one of my better blowjobs.  She watched as I kissed the tip of his rod,
she studied as my fingers gently played with his pretty balls and my tongue
swirled around his sensitive spot.  She later told me how surprised she was
when she saw Rob gently brush my hair with his fingers as I sucked him off,
almost as a sign of affection.  But all good things come to an end, and
soon thereafter my mouth was delivered its own wad of boy cum.  I was a
little disappointed, but amused nonetheless, when Heather kissed me and we
swapped Rob's cum back and forth.  I had wanted it for myself.

By this time, the movie was almost over.  And besides, it was just a little
tamer than the sex adventure we'd just shared.  We all found our clothes
and put them on.  I extracted my movie and put it back in its box.  And
then we simply said so-longs, Heather and Rob gave each other a peck, I
gave Rob a genital squeeze and we were gone.

Heather, Rob and I had other adventures, but those stories are for another
time .