Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 23:48:50 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Marine Buddy (bisexual)

Marine Buddy
by Jon Hold
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Jonhold@earthlink.net


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of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages
and conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of legal
age or mindset or location, go no further but remove this material from
your possession forthwith.

If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  Positive or
negative comments welcome. Everyone is 37.6 years old or amour.

Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the
only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse
for being kinky.

Enjoy!

Jon




Chapter the only

Lying on either side of his wife, the corporal and I each had a tit in our
mouth and a finger up her pussy. "You wanna fuck her?" he asked.

I looked at her and she grinned and nodded, her eyes twinkling at the
thought of me mounting her. I didn't waste a lot of time, just rolled up to
cover her. Her husband guided my cock directly into her snatch and then
just laid there watching me as I started to kiss and hump his beautiful
wife.

He let me get a head of steam built up and then reached up and rubbed my
now sweaty back, "Do you mind if I watch?"

"Hell, No!" I said. "Knowing that you're watching me fuck your wife really
turns me on!"

He laughed. "Yeah. Same for me. Having another guy watching my moves makes
sex even better. Do you mind if I touch you?"

I broke my kiss with his wife. Reached over and grasping the thick cock
poking out between his thighs said, "Not if you don't mind being touched
back!"

He grinned and put his hot hand on my flexing ass, feeling the motion as I
fucked his wife. Feeling his cock in my hand and his hand on my ass really
turned me on. My dick had never been harder and I'd never before pounded
pussy so vigorously. Sam moved in close and put his arm around my shoulder,
his face pushing in close to where his wife and I were swapping spit as we
fucked. Six lips reached... and met as his cock squished its way into the
motion between his wives belly and mine.

I first met Sam on the yellow footprints in front of the Marine Corps
Recruit Depot, San Diego. We were both terrified and trying to not show
it. I was about to pass out and he punched my arm and gave me the "thumb
up" sign. I have never forgotten that act of kindness.  We became best
buddies in boot camp and learned to totally trust each other. We did 2nd
ITR together. Then we got posted to Vietnam where we learned to really rely
on each other. We lost track of how many times we saved each others ass. We
had our first drunk together at an Army base in the rear. When we got to
Okinawa we lost our virginity together to the same whore, in the same
bed... at very nearly the same time (He came in her, I pushed him off and
stuck my cock into the hole he'd just been using. When I felt his cum on my
dick I shot off immediately, wracked with the most powerful orgasm I'd ever
had up to that time). I went home with him on our 30 day leave and ended up
being the best man at his wedding. I was also responsible for organizing
the kidnapping and hiding of his wife on their wedding night. He failed to
see the humor in that, although his wife thought it was "kind of cute" I
won't repeat what he said.

Sam extended for two years to get a long-term billet with family housing in
Okinawa. I was off to teach machine guns at 2nd ITR. I thought I was going
to surprise them, but someone snitched me off and they were waiting for me
at the airport when I showed up in Okie. They had fixed up their second
bedroom for me in their off-base house and surprised me with it. That was
one great reunion. When we got back to their house we weren't drunk, but,
we weren't particularly sober either. They showed me my bedroom and told me
I could use it any time. I fucking near cried. Betty just kissed me and Sam
about cracked my ribs hugging me. We sat out on the porch drinking wine
coolers, talking and watching the moon on the quiet ocean. I'm not sure
just exactly how, but it was decided that there was no sense in messing up
the sheets on two beds when theirs was plenty big for all three of us.

Betty and I turned our heads to the side and the three of us locked lips
and tongues and lips in one wet and sloppy kiss. After a couple of minutes
Sam pulled back a bit and about half worried, stared into my eyes (I can't
lie without my eyes giving me away, and he knew it) and asked, "You didn't
mind me feeling your ass, did you?"

"Hell no! I like it when you touch me."

I don't think I'd ever seen Sam so scared. Betty chimed in, "Sam thinks you
have the most beautiful ass in the world. He really likes mine, and loves
to fuck it, but he's convinced that your ass is the finest he's ever seen,
or will ever see. He loves your ass, Jon."

I lay there on top of my best buddy's wife, trying to say something,
anything. It was like my tongue was frozen or something. Finally I reached
up and took Sam by the wrist and guided his hand down my body until it was
resting on my ass. My gumption finally returned, "Sam, not only are you my
best friend, who has saved my life more times than either of us can count,
but you've always had the hottest male body I've ever seen! I had to do
multiplication tables in my head when you'd come into the shower, that's
how hot you made me. I've jacked off, watching your body inside my
mind. We're brothers, Sam. You want my ass? It's yours. It felt great when
you were feeling me up. I'll bet it's gonna feel even better when you get a
finger into my asshole instead of just sneaking a feel. You wanna fuck me
up the ass, it's yours. Do whatever you want with it or any other part of
my body, but maybe we should ask Betty if it's Ok with her. I don't know if
I can take that huge honker of yours, but I'm willing to try. Having you
touch me, hold me while I'm humping Betty, having you sticking out between
us makes my dick harder than it's ever been before. Can you imagine how
awesome it's going to feel if we can get that huge piece of meat of yours
up my ass?"

Sam couldn't take any more. He totally covered my mouth with his and
started trying to suck my tongue completely out of my head. His hand
squeezed my ass, HARD. I clenched my ass, moaned and shot bunch of pre-cum
into Betty. Sam immediately let go, thinking he'd hurt me. Just as quickly
I pushed my ass up into his hand and covered his hand with mine, urging him
to work my ass over even harder. He got started and my hand returned to his
cock and balls, doing a little working over myself. We were silently urging
each other to squeeze harder, pull harder and to feel _everything_.

I flinched and clenched my ass when Sam tried to get a finger inside
me. Betty punched his shoulder a couple of times and then slapped him
up-side the head until he said, "Ow!" and paid attention to her. "Get the
lube out of the drawer and use it you moron. Are you trying to ruin his ass
the first time out?"

Sam started mumbling obscenities about bossy women (personally, in this
instance, I was thankful for our bossy woman), but dutifully opened the
drawer on the bedside table and got himself the biggest tube of lube I'd
ever seen. I got the feeling that somebody got fucked up the ass a lot more
than had been intimated. I also got the feeling of cold lube on my tight
pucker and the feel of a long, fat middle digit sliding smoothly up into my
ass. He found something up inside my ass with his finger, and when he
pushed on it, I went totally crazy and started squirting more cum than I
had ever shot before. Never had I cum this hard. My balls were clenched up
solid to my cock and were aching unbelievably wonderfully. Every time Sam
would stroke my button I'd cum again. And again and again and again until I
was begging for mercy, limp as a dish rag except for the hardest terminal
hardon I'd ever had. I just knew that my dick was never going to work, ever
again. Sam was laying up on his elbow, watching what he was doing and
laughing at the way I'd twitch every time he'd poke my prostate.

Betty and Sam held me and soothed me as I passed out, Sam's finger still
wonderfully up my ass.

I came to slowly, lazily realizing that 1) I was still on top of Betty, 2)
That my dick was still in her and still as hard as ever, and 3) that Sam
definitely had more than one finger in my ass, was really giving me a
world-class finger-fuck and that I was enjoying hell out of it.

"Damn, Sam," I mumbled, "that REALLY feels good, and I've never come that
hard before. You can fuck me anytime!"

"I'm glad you mentioned that," Sam said as he made Betty and I arch up so
he could stuff all the pillows under Betty's ass. That arched Betty and I
up and made my ass easily accessible to Sam. What I liked best about the
position though was that it forced my back and Sams furry belly together
when he mounted me. Betty and Sam worked on me for over forty-five minutes
getting his heavily lubed cock up my ass while I went through the changes:
scared and reluctant but willing virgin; crying thinking about what my
father would say if he knew I was letting some guy fuck me up the ass;
embarrassed thinking about what the other guys would say; and then
oblivious to the outside world when Sam's broadly flared cockhead finally
pushed past that tender gland inside me. When they finally got all that
cock up inside me with Sam's thick crotch thicket scrubbing my
wide-stretched asshole, I lost it. I totally lost it. Cumming and
screeching and spazzing out, totally out of control. Well, not totally out
of control. Sam was clamped onto my back, cumming deep into my ass,
providing me with the control I was incapable to generate myself. The
feeling of his protective warmth on my back allowed me to go with the
overpowering reaction of my body to the fulfillment of my deepest, most
hidden desires.

Betty finally made Sam pull out of me and they moved me to one side of the
bed where I slept/passed out while Betty was giving up her behind to Sam's
out-of-control lust. I woke up in the morning sandwiched between them with
Betty smiling at me. I felt Sam's body heat behind me, his arm over my
chest, one leg over my thigh. He held me firmly to his furry body, as if
afraid I might somehow disappear. I put my hand up on the thick forearm
crossing my chest and smiled at Betty, "Good Morning!"

"Good Morning," she murmured, wiggling closer to me. No mean feat,
considering how close we were when she started. Sam's leg over my thigh was
hooked behind her knee and her arm ran under mine back to her
husband. "Oooh," she moaned, mimicking Mae West, "Are you glad to see me,
or is Sammy poking your behind again?"

Well, as it happens, I could, distinctly, feel Sam's thick weight laying
against my buns, but it was her very feminine smell and rounded feel, as
well as a certain need to pee, that had my anatomy prodding her
belly. Another shift and wiggle on her part and I felt her delightful
warmth surround me just as her warm breath covered my face. I pushed my
hips firmly into hers, pinching Sam's fullness with my buns at the same
time. She held me close, letting me know that she was much more interested
in closeness and intimacy than in any active fucking. Sam moaned in his
sleep and hunched against my tight ass, reminding me of nights under a
poncho in Vietnam trying to keep warm and catch a little sleep, only now
there were no uniforms keeping us apart. I idly thought I might be asleep,
but made NO attempt to wake myself.

"Sammy told me before we got married about the two of you. Of how much he
owed you and how much you cared about each other. He also told me that you
might possibly want him in a sexual way and that, if you did, whatever you
wanted was yours. He made it very clear that you had first claim and that
if you ever chose to exercise your right to him and his body, your wishes
would be followed, openly and wholeheartedly. Jon... all I asked was if I
would be welcome to join the two of you."

When I got over that little revelation, she continued, "I've always had the
hots for you, Jon. I don't think it's your body. Sammy has plenty of
friends, we both do, with bodies sexier than yours." I started to grumble
but she just kissed me and continued "...much sexier than yours. It's your
mind that turns me on, Jon. You have always intrigued me with the wide
range of things you talk about and all your enthusiasms. You are so great
with kids. And, most importantly, your relationship with my husband makes
me crazy with lust. Now, shut up and fuck me as well as you did last
night!"

And that's how our life-long relationship started. Betty with her two
husbands. Sammy and I with our shared wife. Sammy's dick and my
ass. Sammy's mouth and my dick. Betty's ass and both our dicks at the same
time. Our children, Sammy's first, then mine, and then whoever's sperm swam
the fastest. Betty's pussy and both our dicks at the same time.

When our hitches were up we moved to San Diego and started a business. We
were millionaires before any of us was 35. Our kids always had a parent
available and were proud of having two daddies. We were vastly proud of all
our kids and did our best to have no favorites. As is usual in large
families (Betty loved getting pregnant, being pregnant, and having even
more kids to love and take care of, which included, most definitely, both
her husbands.) The kids helped each other, stuck together, and NOBODY
fucked with any of them unless they really wanted an ass whipping from all
of them, their parents being the one exception to that rule. Samjon, our
third child, pretty much ruled the children's roost, his elder brother and
sister were very happy to let him have the responsibility and extra
work. While Samjon was generally in charge, Sam Jr, our first child, was in
charge of work crews and assigning tasks. Our second born, Kathleen, was in
charge of school matters, and learning in any form. The younger kids all
picked an area of responsibility and made it their own. Dale in charge of
all the pets, George in charge of housecleaning. Sue Beth owned the kitchen
and, supported, guided and abetted by her mother and a constantly revolving
work crew of her brothers and sisters, managed enviable meals for all of us
and our guests, of which we had many, including a few lost souls that the
family acquired and healed by making them one of us.

Betty and Max, one of our adopted kids and a budding architect, found an
old, two story farm house that they purchased, redesigned, remodeled,
restored, redecorated, repopulated, and returned as the entire families
home/ranch/sports camp/cooking school/waifs home, and favorite hangout for
our families friends, guests and lovers. Kathleen joined her mother
producing new babies at the age of seventeen, picking a succession of
"interesting men" to father her children, sometimes two or three at a time
striving to father a child on her. Some of her beau's married her sisters,
all of whom forged much more traditional relationships, most of them
remaining, either in the big house or in one of the remodeled
outbuildings. Husbands/wives were sometime traded, loaned, borrowed, even
rented out a few times. Ralph, one of Kathleen's men, one of the few who
produced two of our kids with her, was a huge, powerful man who ended up
marrying one of our sons, a lightweight that ruled him with an iron hand,
much to the amusement--and envy of his sisters. Their love making was so
loud and house shaking that they moved/were moved to an apartment in one of
our barns with Breyer's beloved horses. Breyer was only 5'1", but was hung
like one of his stallions and ruled 6'5" Ralph with an iron rod! Ralph
loved it and was madly in love with his hard fucking husband.

The long and the short of it as that the love between Sammy and I, forged
in war and sealed by our generous, loving wife, was a success. Massively,
enduringly successful.

Sorry, got off of the horny-making stuff, we started telling you, but we
think we've shared with you the reasons our loving, happy family has been
so wildly successful. So there's our story, Jim. We, the whole family, want
you to come and stay with us as long as you care to. Be aware that Sammy
and I have every intention of fucking your ass and having you suck our
dicks because Betty has decided she wants a son by you and her loving
husbands are cut off until you get her pregnant. And you WILL get her
pregnant, even if Sammy and I have to spit your cum into her wonderful
pussy. Pussy may not be your favorite thing, but we're pretty sure you're
going to love the warming up exercises!



Piece and happiness Jim! And welcome to the family,

Jon, Betty, Sammy, Katheleen and the kids



------
Haiku for Windoze

 ABORTED effort:
 Close all that you have.
 You ask way too much.