Our First Threesome


Back in 1980--before cell phones, the Internet, AIDS and terrorism (in other 
words, during much simpler, more carefree times)--my girlfriend Sheila and I 
decided that we wanted to spice up our love life a little.  Not that it 
wasn't good already.  We were both in our twenties--she was 22 and I was 
25--and had done just about everything when it came to sex, including all of 
the oral and anal variations.  For a couple of black Baby Boomers living in 
Harlem, we were pretty progressive.  But we would soon discover that we had 
only scratched the surface of our sexuality.

It started when we began watching porno tapes featuring threesomes, both the 
two-women-with-a-guy and the two-guys-with-a-woman varieties.  I admitted to 
Sheila that there was something about the latter combination that really 
turned me on, especially when the guys double-penetrated the woman; and the 
most exciting kind of double penetration for me was when one guy lay on his 
back with his cock in the air, the woman sat on him to take it in her pussy, 
and the other guy got behind them and stuck his dick up her ass.

"Why do you like seeing it done that way?" asked Sheila.

I just stared at her for a moment and smiled, wondering if I should go ahead 
and tell her the truth; then I decided to just say it: "Because the guy in 
her ass tends to come first and when he pulls out, instead of shooting his 
load on the girl's ass, he usually winds up shooting it all over the other 
guy's dick and balls."

Sheila's eyes widened in surprise.  "Shit, is THAT what turns you on so 
much?  I thought you were gonna say because you could see what they were 
doing better from that position."

"Well," I said, a little embarrassed, "that too."

Sheila remained silent for a moment, still staring at me with surprise, but 
this look quickly developed into a full-fledged smile.  "So I guess you 
wanna invite one of your friends over so we can try it, huh?"

"Well...yeah...I WOULD like to try it, but not with any of my friends," I 
said.  "Even though I'm attracted to a couple of them, I don't know if I 
want them knowing about that part of me.  Besides, I'd also like to just 
watch you and the other guy fuck, and I think it would be a little too weird 
for me if that other guy was one of my friends.  So it might be better if we 
did it with someone we don't know.  What do you think?"

"Yeah, I think you're right."

"First, though, YOU have to decide if this is something you can do," I said, 
"'cause you're the one who's going to have to deal with having another man's 
dick inside you."

Sheila mulled this over for while, but her face betrayed how intrigued she 
was by the idea of having sex with a stranger while I watched and having two 
guys fuck her at the same time.

"So you think you can handle that?"

She nodded.  "Yeah, I think so.  But what about you?  Can you really handle 
somebody else fucking me, even if you don't know him?"

"Yeah, no problem," I answered, probably a little too quickly.  "In fact, 
I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

"Okay, then, let's do it," Sheila said flatly.  "But listen, whatever 
happens, I don't want this to break us up, you hear?"

I told her that if I felt myself getting the least bit jealous, I would 
immediately end things, and we kissed to seal the deal.

The next day I brought home a copy of The Village Voice and we browsed the 
"The Personals" section.  Under "Multiples," there were several listings for 
couples seeking bisexual females but none for bisexual females seeking 
couples, a situation that Sheila and I found amusing.  There were, however, 
several ads of straight and bi-curious males seeking couples, and one of 
these caught our eye:

"SWM with bi tendencies, 20, seeks couple for mutual fun.  Race unimportant 
but no drugs or fatties, please."

We especially liked the "race unimportant" part because it wasn't important 
to us either, and since neither Sheila nor I sounded "black" when we 
spoke--and didn't necessarily want to tell our SWM what we were when we got 
him on the phone--there would be no awkwardness, no last-second backing out 
because we were the "wrong" color, and our decision to have or not to have 
the threesome would be based solely on how well we all got along with each 
other.

To show our SWM that Sheila and I weren't really a couple of males 
attempting to turn his "bi tendencies" into a gay certainty, I asked Sheila 
to call the number on the ad, which turned out to be a voice mail.  She left 
a sexy message saying how we had seen his ad and were interested in 
"exploring" with him.  An hour later we got a phone call.  Sheila answered 
and immediately recognized the caller from his voice mail announcement.  
After speaking to him privately for a couple of minutes, she turned on the 
speaker phone so I could introduce myself to the young man, whose name was 
Karl.  When I did, I was greeted by a soft, unsure voice, which sounded even 
younger than twenty.

We had a pleasant conversation and, being that it was Friday night, we asked 
if it was possible for him to drop by our house on Saturday afternoon, not 
for sex but simply to see how comfortable the three of us were with each 
other.  He said that was a good idea and agreed to come over.  Of course 
right after we hung up, I started having second thoughts, since we had no 
idea what Karl looked like.  I began to imagine that he would be too fat or 
too hairy or too ugly for my or Sheila's taste.  But I just reminded myself 
that we could always nix the whole deal if any of those things turned out to 
be the case.

Of course, I couldn't think of anything else the next day except how Karl in 
the flesh matched up with Karl over the phone.  One minute I pictured him as 
so gorgeous he looked almost feminine, and the next minute I envisioned him 
as so hideous that he would make Quasimodo seem handsome.  Sheila, on the 
other hand, was much more optimistic about how he'd look, so I tried hard to 
share her positive feelings.

At long last, at about 5:00 P.M., the doorbell rang.  I looked at Sheila and 
took a deep breath before opening the door.  There stood a lanky kid with 
long sandy hair, light blue eyes, and very white skin, all of which made him 
look as young as he'd sounded on the phone.  Seeing him, I felt instant 
relief because I knew right away that this was someone I would be willing to 
share my woman with.

"Brad?" he asked.

"Yeah, Karl, come on in," I said, shaking his hand and smiling broadly as 
the tension drained out of my body.  As he walked past me I stretched my 
eyes wide open and gave an exaggerated grin behind his back to Sheila, who 
shared my excitement.

"Hi, I'm Sheila," my girlfriend said, walking over and giving him a hug.  
"Nice to meet you."

"Same here," said Karl.  Afterwards he backed away from her and, smiling at 
the two of us, added, "You guys make a great couple."

Sheila and I mumbled "thanks" at about the same time, and if either of us 
had been even the slightest bit light-skinned, Karl would have seen us 
blushing at his remark.  Inviting him to sit down, I asked if he'd like a 
glass of wine; when he said yes, I walked into the kitchen and returned with 
a bottle of wine and three glasses.  I poured and we sipped and talked about 
the weather and if Karl had had any trouble getting here from Sunnyside, 
Queens.  When we were all feeling a buzz, I decided it was time to get down 
to business.

"So tell us something about yourself," I said to Karl; then I paused and, 
smiling, added, "starting with your age because you look a LOT younger than 
twenty, my man."

Karl laughed then confessed that he was not yet actually twenty but that it 
was "right around the corner" and that he would soon be starting his junior 
year at Queens College.  He also mentioned that he was a Virgo and basically 
shy, so instead of going through the usual awkward social rituals with a 
young lady--rituals that may or may not lead to sex--it was easier to place 
an ad and be guaranteed to get laid as part of a threesome.  When I heard 
that I smiled.  Being a Virgo myself I understood that for him it was simply 
a matter of practicality: This was the best way for a shy person to have sex 
on a fairly regular basis for a fairly minimal investment.

He also told us that in the six months he'd been advertising in the Voice, 
we were the first black couple to answer his ad.  The closest he'd gotten 
before to an interracial threesome was when he'd met with a Puerto Rican 
couple, but at the last minute the husband had changed his mind, saying how 
he didn't want "no white dude" fucking his wife.

Then Sheila asked Karl if he'd ever slept with a black girl before.

"Oh, no," he quickly responded.  "I always wanted to, but I had such a hard 
enough time approaching white girls that I couldn't imagine asking a black 
girl out."

"Why not?" asked Sheila.  "You're pretty cute...I mean, for a white guy."

Her remark made Karl smile bashfully and blush, and I couldn't help 
laughing, since I was sure that it hadn't even occurred to Sheila that she 
had insulted the guy.  Then, suddenly, she realized what she'd said, and a 
look of total embarrassment came across her face.

"Oh, my God!  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean--"

"Yeah, Karl," I said, still chuckling as I cut her off, "I can see why you 
were so reluctant to ask a black girl out.  They can treat you like shit."

Shooting me a look of annoyance, Sheila got up, went over to Karl and, 
cupping his face in her hands, kissed him, sensually snaking her tongue in 
his mouth.  As she did this, Karl had his eyes cut to the side looking at 
me, I guess to make sure I wasn't getting angry.  But he must have seen me 
smiling and also noticed that I was stroking myself through my jeans because 
he seemed to relax after that, closing his eyes and enjoying the experience.

After damn near sucking the boy's tonsils out, Sheila finally pulled away 
from from him, turned to me and, smiling, stuck her tongue out.  I just 
shook my head then looked at Karl.

"Well, they don't ALWAYS treat you like shit," I admitted, "just sometimes."

Things were going so well that I was tempted to tell Sheila to take off her 
shorts and panties, lie spread-eagle on the sofa and let Karl eat her pussy 
right there.  But true to my Virgo nature, I chose not to be so spontaneous. 
  While I was more than ready to proceed, I needed to make sure that Sheila 
was as attracted to Karl as she seemed to be and that Karl was attracted 
enough to the two of us to join us in bed, and this would probably require 
some "think-about-it" time for them.

After discussing some specifics, including the possibility of 
double-penetrating Sheila (though I didn't go into detail about who would be 
doing what to her), we decided to meet again in one week, but instead of 
having the encounter here in our apartment, where the walls were so thin 
that everyone in the building would know what we were doing, we agreed to 
meet at the hotel where Sheila and I stayed whenever we wanted to get away 
from the neighborhood for a while.  (There we didn't care who heard us and, 
in fact, would even get louder sometimes to make SURE the other guests heard 
everything!)

Before Karl left, though, Sheila and I asked him that all-important 
question, the one we had deliberately avoided asking when he'd related his 
almost-interracial-threesome story but that we were sure had played a 
crucial role in the husband's changing his mind. Smiling and blushing again, 
he said he had never actually measured himself but had been told that he was 
about seven inches.  Even though mine wasn't quite that long, for some 
reason I didn't feel threatened.  Indeed, my first reaction was to wonder if 
Sheila had ever taken one that long and how she would react to Karl's.  So 
to show Karl that I was nothing like the Rican guy he had encountered, I 
smiled, patted him on the crotch, and said: "Well, this puppy is going to 
get quite a workout next week, so keep him safe."

Karl laughed nervously then said his goodbyes and headed out the door.

Sheila looked at me and smiled.  "I hope you didn't scare him off."

"Nah, don't worry," I said.  "I guarantee he'll show up next week, because 
he knows it may be his only chance to have sex with a beautiful black 
woman."

Yeah, I said it to elicit a kiss, and it worked.  She came over and gave me 
a smackeroo that rivaled the one she gave Karl.  But I also said it because 
I believed with all my heart that the cute white boy would not bail on us.

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Naturally that next week took forever to drag by.  Minutes seemed liked 
hours, and hours seemed like days.  The only time things sped up was when 
Sheila and I got together at night and fucked our brains out while 
discussing everything we were going to do with Karl.  And the closer it got 
to Saturday, the more eagerly we anticipated the encounter.  Now our only 
anxiety came with the lingering possibility that Karl might decide to back 
out of things.

Fortunately that did not happen, as the teenager called us on Friday night 
to confirm our tryst.  We gave him our room number at the hotel and told him 
to give us a little time to check in and get settled before he dropped by.  
He sounded as eager as we felt when he told us how he couldn't wait to get 
together with us.

The next day Sheila and I packed up and headed downtown, arriving at the 
hotel early enough to check in, order a room-service lunch and lounge around 
watching TV for nearly an hour.  Afterwards, rather than waiting for Karl to 
arrive before we undressed, we decided to give the teenager a special treat 
by being completely nude when he came in.  We were eager to shock him a 
little bit just to see how he'd react.

Of course the minute we stripped and looked at each other, we got horny and 
began to kiss and feel each other up.  I wanted to get in a quick fuck 
before Karl got there, but Sheila pushed away from me, saying that we needed 
to hold off doing anything so we would be hot and ready for him.  I knew she 
was right and reluctantly agreed to cuddle up with her and watch a little 
more TV instead.  We were just about to do this when we heard a light knock 
at the door.  Giving Sheila a smile, I dashed to open it.

"Karl?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Yeah," he said.

Since someone might have been passing by in the corridor, I unlocked the 
door and hid behind it, pulling it open only far enough for the teenager to 
squeeze in.  Once he was inside, I quickly closed the door, and it was only 
then that Karl realized that I was naked.

"Whoa!" he said, stopping in his tracks and smiling as he focused in on my 
erection.  "So I guess you're ready to boogie, huh?"

"So am I," said Sheila, suddenly stepping from around a corner to show him 
that she was naked as well.

"Wow!" he said, as he was hit with this second surprise, and I could tell 
that he was not at all disappointed by Sheila's curvy figure, which she 
showed off for him by doing a seductive little dance, ending by facing away 
from him and sticking her butt out.  The boy was so beside himself that he 
dropped to his knees and began to kiss Sheila all over her ample ass, making 
her giggle.

"Hey, Poopie, it looks like we have a true-blue butt man, here," I said, 
stroking my schlong as I watched him go at her.  After a while he reached 
down and began to unbuckle his belt, but I stopped him.  "No.  Let us take 
care of that."   Helping the boy back up on his feet, I led him over to the 
nearest of the two full-sized beds and sat him down.

Giving each other a knowing glance, Sheila and I descended like vultures on 
the teenager, unsnapping, unzipping, and untying then, after pushing him 
back on the bed, pulling, tugging and yanking until we had stripped him 
bare.  Afterwards, as Karl lay there with his feet barely touching the floor 
and his arms thrown to the side in a pose of total surrender, we just stood 
there staring at him.

"Sorry about the way I look," he said.  "I don't tan too well."

"What are you apologizing for?" I asked, trying to reassure him.  "You look 
fine."

"Shit, yeah," Sheila agreed.  "You should be proud to have a body like 
that."

While Karl's body was indeed pale, it was also very smooth and almost 
completely hairless, with the exception of a sandy bush of pubic hair, which 
at the moment was being partially blocked by his cock, which was lying 
against his stomach atop a tight pouch of balls about the size of a large 
plum.  As I gazed at his member, I realized right away that whoever told him 
that it was seven inches long was being conservative.  Though he wasn't 
fully erect, I was pretty sure that when he was it was at least an inch 
longer, and I was also pretty sure that it was this part of his body Sheila 
was referring to when she'd said he "should be proud."

For some reason I was fascinated by Karl's cock.  Though I had sometimes 
wondered how the hard-ons of some of my male friends looked, it had never 
been a source of sexual excitement to me, so I was surprised to find myself 
getting turned on looking at Karl's.  Before I could stop myself, I had 
crouched down in front of him and stuffed it in my mouth.

"Oh, shit!" Sheila gasped, surprised.

"Yeaaah, dude, suck my dick," Karl moaned, and he stuck his fingers in my 
hair and began to hump his hips as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft.

I didn't have the foggiest idea what I was doing; I was just mimicking what 
I'd watched Sheila do to me and what I'd seen in my porno movies.  But I 
must have been doing something right because I cold feel Karl's ramrod 
rapidly growing in my mouth, his cockhead sneaking further and further down 
my throat with my every descent.

"Yeah, suck him, Honey!" Sheila urged.  "Get that big dick ready so he can 
stick it in me!"

At that moment I was so into what I was doing that I would have been just as 
satisfied  having "that big dick" shoot its whole load down my throat.  But 
I wanted to get Sheila in on things, so when Karl was nice and hard, I 
pulled my mouth off him, looking crosseyed at the strands of spit--and 
probably pre-orgasm fluid as well--that stretched from my lips to the head 
of his cock.

"Shit!" Sheila responded, and I too was impressed as we both got a look at 
what I had been sucking.  Karl's erection was a solid eight inches, not too 
thick but with a good-sized knob.  And having just come out of my mouth, it 
was ruddy and wet.  Sheila quietly climbed onto the bed near the headboard, 
right above where Karl lay, then placed one leg on either side of the 
teenager.

"Come on up here, Karl," she said.  "I've got something for you."

Tipping his head back, the teenager was surprised to get an 
up-close-and-personal view of Sheila's pussy.  Right away he pulled his chin 
down again and looked at me. When I smiled and nodded, he turned over, 
kissed Sheila on her erect clit then climbed on top of her.

As the boy poised himself between my girlfriend's legs, I got a good look at 
his ass, two gently-sloping mounds that had to be the whitest part of his 
body, and I realized that I was just as attracted to it as I'd been to his 
dick.  I couldn't resist doing to him what he'd done to Sheila, and the boy 
jerked in surprise and turned his head when he felt my lips on his butt.

"Duuuude!" he chuckled nervously as I planted a series of kisses on both 
cheeks.  "I've told a lot of people to kiss my ass, but they never actually 
DID it!"

"But it feels good, doesn't it?" Sheila asked.

"Yeah," he admitted.  "A little weird but nice."

I finished up by spreading Karl's buns apart and flicking my tongue in his 
asshole, again causing him to jerk from the sensation.  "Okay, that's enough 
for now," I said.  "Go ahead and put it in her."

The ass kissing had caused the teenager's already hard cock to harden even 
more, and as he grasped the base, he had no trouble pushing the blushing red 
helmet into Sheila's sopping snatch.

"Oooooo!" she moaned, and I watched closely as Karl's lengthy manhood slowly 
slid into Sheila until it had completely disappeared, leaving his balls 
pressing up against her box as Sheila threw her arms around him.

"Damn!" I said, amazed that Sheila's pussy was so easily able to swallow 
every centimeter of the boy's dick, and it suddenly occurred to me that he 
was now more than an inch further inside her than I had ever been.  Before I 
had a chance to reflect on this, however, he was already pulling himself out 
of her again, and I could see that his entire shaft was wet with Sheila's 
juices, which made it all the easier for him to push right back inside her, 
again up to his balls.  While Karl may have been shy socially, there was 
nothing at all shy about him in bed, as he expertly slid his cock in and out 
of Sheila's cooze at a leisurely pace at first then slowly picked up steam 
until he was solidly thumping her.

Urging both of them to spread their legs wider, I crouched down low and put 
my face in the front row of the action.  It was so weird to be in that 
position, staring intently as this white teenager--a total stranger--fucked 
the shit out of my girlfriend, his pale ass bouncing up and down as he 
plowed his pole into her pink pit.  And the weirdest part was what I was 
feeling inside as I watched them: There wasn't the slightest bit of 
jealousy, just lustful fascination at the sheer physicality of their 
movements and the wonderful contrast of their skin colors.  On top of that, 
a part of me felt as though Sheila and I were deflowering a virgin, and that 
this first time needed to be special for him.  To put it simply, I wanted 
this cute white boy to really enjoy fucking his first black pussy, even if 
it happened to belong to my girlfriend.

"Fuck me, Karl!" Sheila screamed.  "Shove that white dick all the way to my 
fuckin' womb!"

Hearing this, Karl seemed to forget I was in the room as he promptly lifted 
Sheila's legs, draping them on his shoulders, and began to slam into her 
harder and faster, their crotches slapping together, the bedsprings 
screaking, and my body getting some unexpected trampoline action as he 
repeatedly thrust his tool into her twat.

Anticipating his imminent climax I moved in as close as I could to the 
fucking couple without getting in the way of Karl's bucking ass.  From this 
position I could actually feel the heat radiating off their sweating bodies, 
and there was a strong odor of sex in the air, which, to my surprise and 
delight, was making me all the more horny.  With the way they were going at 
it, I was sure the teenager wouldn't be able to last much longer, so I 
wasn't surprised when, all of a sudden, I heard him gasp.

"Shit!  I'm coming!" Karl cried out, and he drove his dick as far in 
Sheila's cunt as he could then lay quaking against her.

I looked up at Sheila, who had grabbed Karl behind his neck, and winked at 
her.  She smiled and winked back; then I moved in and sucked both of Karl's 
reddened balls into my mouth, causing him to moan.  I could feel them 
pulsing in my mouth as he pumped his load into my girlfriend's pussy.  Only 
when I felt his body stop trembling and the pulsations from his balls slow 
down did I remove my mouth, admiring how I'd covered his nuts with so much 
spit that they glistened.  After giving them a final lick, I inched back; 
Karl followed suit, easing back to pull his softening prick out of Sheila's 
box.  I told her to hook her arms around her thighs and hold her position, 
with her knees against her chest, so I could get a good look at whatever 
"damage" Karl had done to her.  I didn't even have to spread her open to see 
that her snatch was brimming with semen.

"Damn, white boy!" I said, chuckling.  "You must want my girlfriend to have 
your fuckin' babies or something!"

"Sorry.  It's been a while since I had any," he explained.  "And after I met 
you guys last week, I forced myself not to jack off before we got together 
again, so..."

"So you had about a gallon of come stored up in those big red balls, huh?" I 
asked, turning my head to look at him.

"I guess," he said, smiling sheepishly.

"Well, don't worry," I said, turning back to stare again at Sheila's 
come-filled cunt, "'cause I'm going to help her clean up," and I immediately 
held the back of Sheila's knees and plunged my face into her pussy.

"Ooh!" she gasped, flinching as I began to suck the white teenager's sperm 
out of her ravaged opening.  Seconds later she let go of her legs and 
grabbed the back of my head, urging me to continue what I was doing.

Of course I had gone down on Sheila many times, often licking my own spunk 
out of her; that's why it was so strange doing it this time.  She still 
smelled and tasted mostly like herself, but there was a distinct difference 
that made it more than obvious that another male's bodily fluids were mixed 
in with hers, and the fact that I could actually detect this as I ate her 
was a major turn-on.

I was making all kinds of loud, nasty sounds as I tried to suck Sheila dry 
of Karl's as well as her own come, and the teenager apparently noticed how 
much I was enjoying slobbering over her pussy because the next thing I knew, 
a pair of warm, wet lips were engulfing the head of my dick, making me jerk 
in surprise.

"Mmmmmm!" I hummed as those lips slid all the way down my shaft until they 
were pressing into my pubic hair and my cockhead was lodged in the 
19-year-old's throat.

"Yeah, suck his dick, Karl!" Sheila urged him.  "Make him come in your 
mouth!"

I wanted to help Karl out with this by fucking his mouth, but I found it 
hard to concentrate on doing that and sucking Sheila's pussy at the same 
time, so I decided to just leave it up to Karl to do his thing while I 
focused on slurping his sperm out of Sheila's snatch.  Karl knew exactly 
what he was doing, as he began to fondle my balls while repeatedly impaling 
his mouth on my dong, and I guess it was only fitting that as I licked up 
the last of his load, I shot mine in his mouth.

"Fuck!" I moaned into Sheila's pussy, and I could feel my dick throbbing 
away as I spurted stream after stream of semen straight down the white boy's 
throat, which was constricting around the head of my cock as he struggled to 
swallow my load.  The very idea that I was giving Karl his first taste of a 
black guy's come made me ejaculate all the harder, and I relished the idea 
of force-feeding him my slimy seed.

"Yeah, Karl, swallow it!" said Sheila.  "Suck him dry!"

Though the loud guttural noises the teenager was making as he gulped down my 
load sounded a little scary at times, he never backed off, and soon the 
millions of sperm cells that almost wound up swimming in my girlfriend's 
twat ended up swimming in Karl's stomach instead, just as his sperm swam in 
mine.

Sighing, I gave Sheila's cunt a final kiss before pulling back. At the same 
time, Karl pulled his mouth off my shrinking dick with a wet pop.  Five 
seconds later the two of us simultaneously burped, making Sheila laugh and 
comment on how much we must have enjoyed eating each other's come.  When she 
said this, I looked at Karl; he just shrugged, giving me another one of his 
sheepish smiles.  Meanwhile Sheila had worked her way over to the side of 
the bed and gotten up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To pee," she said.  "I've been holding it for about half an hour and I feel 
like I'm gonna bust."

But as she began to walk towards the bathroom, Karl held his hand out.  
"Wait."

"Why?  What's the matter?" asked Sheila.

He paused then said, "I want it."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Well, one of the things I like to do is water sports," he said.  "I stopped 
mentioning it in my ad because I kept getting calls from all these flames."

"When you say 'water sports,' do you mean, like, a golden shower?" I asked.

"Yeah, exactly."

"So you want me to PEE on you?" Sheila asked with a surprised giggle.

"Yeah, if that's not too freaky for you."

Sheila and I just stared at each other with our mouths open before focusing 
again on Karl.

"Wow!  That's wild!" I said.  "I mean, I've seen it done in some of those 
German porno tapes, but I didn't think normal people were into that kind of 
thing."  Then I caught myself and added, "Not that I'm saying you're not 
normal, but..."

"No, it's okay," Karl said, smiling.  "I guess that's another reason I have 
a problem asking girls out.  I've gotten kinda hooked on having that done to 
me, and it's not the easiest subject to bring up."

I wondered how someone only nineteen managed to get "hooked" on something so 
kinky, but I didn't dwell on this.  Instead I looked at Sheila again, who 
was still wearing a stunned expression.  "So, Poopie, you want to do that 
for him?  I think it might be fun."

"Uhh...okay," she finally said, shrugging.  "As long as he doesn't expect me 
to return the favor."

"Oh, no," Karl quickly said.  "I just like getting it, not giving it."

After smiling and shaking her head, Sheila proceeded to the bathroom with 
Karl and me closely in tow.

Once the three of us were all crowded into the small room, Sheila asked the 
teenager, "So how do you want me to do it?"

Karl hopped in the bathtub and sat down, his knees at the level of his 
chest, then asked Sheila to join him.  When she did, she attempted to squat 
over his groin, but Karl told her that it would be better if she just stood 
and bent her knees a little.  That's when she and I realized, to our further 
surprise, that he wanted a true golden shower.  After giving me another 
"this-guy-must-be-nuts" look, Sheila complied, raising up until her pussy 
was only inches away from his eager young face.  After scooting down a 
little more, the teenager closed his eyes.

"Okay, anytime you're ready," he said.

By now I was so excited by what was about to happen that I had stroked my 
dick to almost full hardness again, which really surprised me, being that I 
had come only minutes ago.  I began to wonder what kind of perverted fuck I 
was to get so turned on by the prospect of my girlfriend pissing in a guy's 
face, but right now my libido was overpowering the reasoning part of my 
brain.

"Here it comes," Sheila moaned, and I stared in awe as a stream of urine 
shot out of her cunt and hit Karl smack in the face.

"Oh, shit!" I said, reacting to the weird scene, and I began to stroke 
myself more vigorously as I watched the force of Sheila's piss flow 
increase, drenching Karl's face, saturating his hair, and streaming down his 
torso.  But if this scene was turning me on, Karl's next move nearly made me 
come, as he suddenly opened his mouth, allowing Sheila's piss to fill it, 
then gulped it down.  Afterwards he slowly moved his head forward until he 
had sealed his lips over Sheila's pissing pussy, upon which held on to her 
ass.

"Oh, my God," Sheila moaned.

"Yeah, white boy!" I yelled as I continued to tug at my joint.  "Drink it!  
Drink her fucking piss!"

I watched mesmerized as Karl guzzled down mouthful after mouthful of 
Sheila's pee, a steady "glub, glub, glub" coming from his throat while his 
adam's apple moved up and down, up and down.  I couldn't understand how he 
could actually enjoy doing something so nasty, but I also couldn't deny how 
horny it was making me.  In fact I was so excited that I had to stop not 
only stroking but even touching myself for fear of blowing my wad before the 
three of us got a chance to fulfill my other fantasy.

Sheila wasn't kidding about how badly she had to go because I swore she 
flooded the poor boy's mouth with about a gallon of piss before her bladder 
was finally empty.  But Karl swallowed every drop of her golden stream 
before detaching his lips from her pussy, upon which he belched several 
times.

"Shit, I can't believe I just went to the bathroom in your mouth," Sheila 
said, casually running her fingers through the boy's piss-wet hair.

"Did it turn you on?" asked Karl, looking up at her with a devilish smile as 
he squeezed her ass.

"Yeah...and that's the other part I can't believe."

"Join the club," I said.  "'Cause I'm hard as a rock.  And since we're all 
nice and horny, now, I think it's a good time for a double fuck.  How about 
it, Poopie?  You up for it?"

"I don't think I'll ever be more ready than I am now."

"You heard her, Karl.  Let's get back to the bed before she changes her 
mind."

Karl, whose expression of elation was hard to adequately describe, quickly 
let go of Sheila's butt and was stepping out of the bathtub behind her when 
he suddenly froze. "Hey, guys, shouldn't I..like...take a shower first?"

Sheila and I glanced at each other, and the moment our eyes met, I knew that 
we were thinking the same thing, so I just went ahead and said, "Nah, just 
come on.  A little piss smell's not gonna kill anybody."  Sheila's little 
smile confirmed that I hadn't misinterpreted her, that Karl's stinking of 
piss while we all fucked would be a kinky turn-on for us.

If Karl was excited about our double fucking Sheila, that excitement seemed 
to multiply about tenfold when I finally let him in on my fantasy and he 
realized that to fulfill it he would be the one taking her ass.  While he'd 
expected to fuck his first black pussy today, I don't think he ever expected 
to add his first black booty to that list, especially after we'd seen how 
big his dick was, so he was genuinely surprised and eager to lose his black 
anal virginity in Sheila's ass.

I found myself feeding off the teenager's excitement as I lay back on the 
bed and Sheila climbed on top of me, fitting her pussy over my super-hard 
erection then sinking down until it was fully inside her.  She then leaned 
forward and we kissed just before I reached around, spread her asshole open, 
and nodded to Karl, who was on his knees behind her.

Bending down low, the teenager placed his hands on top of mine, stuck his 
face in the crack of Sheila's ass, and proceeded to give her a natural lube 
with his tongue, making the girl moan like crazy.  After doing this for 
maybe a minute or so, he mounted her, pressing the red knob of his dick 
against her spit-filled opening.  I stared at Sheila, watching her face 
tighten as Karl pushed at her anus.  When his cockhead finally popped inside 
her, she winced, but he knew enough to stop and wait for her to get past the 
initial pain before going any further.

"You okay, Poopie?" I asked.

"Yeah," she panted, "just give me a sec."  After about a minute, she said, 
"Okay, go ahead."

Removing my hands from Sheila's ass, I again nodded to Karl and he simply 
leaned forward, using his body weight to cram all eight inches of his cock 
into my girlfriend's puckered port.  While I couldn't see this happening, I 
could definitely feel it, because the farther Karl's dick slid into her 
asshole, the tighter her pussy got, as his erection slowly filled up that 
nearby opening.  Before long, the teenager was up to his balls in Sheila's 
ass.  Realizing this, I again reached around, this time holding on Karl's 
smooth buns to seal our connection.

"So how is it, Poopie?"

"Mmmmmmmm," she responded.  "I feel totally full...and I LOVE it."

"What about you, Karl?  How do you like having your dick up my girlfriend's 
ass?"

"Duuuude!  It's fucking incredible.  I've never felt anything this fucking 
tight."

For the next couple of minutes, the three of us just lay there allowing our 
genitals to adjust to this unique configuration.  Our dicks were both 
stuffed snugly inside Sheila's pussy and asshole--separated only by that 
thin, muscular wall between them--and I could no longer figure out whose 
pulsations I was feeling.  On top of that, every few seconds a drop of 
Sheila's piss would drip out of Karl's hair and splash on my forehead.

"Okay, guys, let's get this show on the road," I said, and I gave Karl's ass 
cheeks a squeeze.  Right away he steadied himself and began to pull his pole 
out of Sheila's shithole, causing her to moan; it was barely half way out 
before he pushed it back in; then he pulled it out again, a little farther 
this time, and again pushed it all the way back in.  He kept this up for 
several strokes until Sheila's turd tunnel had expanded enough to for him to 
slide his meat back and forth fairly easily; and through the whole 
operation, I continued to be amazed that I could feel every subtle movement 
he made.

Once he got going, though, there was nothing at all subtle about the way 
Karl rammed his cock up my girlfriend's ass.  Keeping in mind what I'd seen 
in my porno tapes, I didn't move much at first; I simply held on tightly to 
Karl's flexing ass and kept my dick planted in Sheila's pussy while the 
white teen labored at her asshole.  It was so weird feeling his dick 
vigorously rubbing against mine inside Sheila, masturbating me from inside 
her rectum.

"Fuck my ass, Karl!" Sheila shouted, her body crushing me into the mattress 
every time the teenager slammed into her.  Once I determined the rhythm of 
his strokes, I began to lift my hips to simultaneously penetrate Sheila's 
pussy, and the double fuck was on.  Soon the whole bed was shaking and the 
headboard was clattering against the wall as the teenager and I rode Sheila. 
  I imagined that every guest in every room on our floor could hear what we 
were doing, and I longed to see the looks on their faces.

In the midst of the action, I gave Sheila a kiss then quietly asked her, 
"So, Poopie, you like the two of us fucking you at the same time?"

She smiled at me, her eyes narrowing, and said, "Yeah.  It feels gooooood."

It obviously felt "gooooood" to Karl as well because he was panting like 
crazy, his face getting redder and redder as he energetically pummeled 
Sheila's back door.  I was pleased that he was getting so much enjoyment out 
of ass fucking my girlfriend.  Just like when he was fucking her pussy, I 
wanted his first time fucking a black girl up the ass to be a memorable 
occasion.

But even the most memorable of occasions can't last forever, and as Karl 
sped up his strokes and began to breathe even more heavily, I knew this one 
was about to end.  I wanted to remind him about my fantasy and what I wanted 
him to do, but I didn't want to ruin things by speaking.  So I just lay 
there and continued to hold on to the teenager's ass and lift my hips while 
hoping that he wasn't so caught up in the thrill of the moment that he'd 
forget about me.

It turned out that my concerns were for naught.  Reaching his peak, Karl 
yelled, "I'm coming!" upon which he jerked back, breaking free of my grasp 
and snatching his cock out of Sheila's anus.  Then I heard him utter a quick 
"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!" and as I lifted Sheila up, so that only the head of my dick 
remained inside her, I felt something warm and slimy splattering over my 
balls and shaft.

"Yeah, shoot your shit all over us, Karl!" said Sheila, as squirts of spunk 
found her ass as well.

It took several long seconds for the teenager to finish coming, and judging 
by what I now felt on my dick, balls and inner thighs, he had aimed very 
well.  I was so excited by the idea of millions of white-boy sperm cells 
swimming all over my genitals that I nearly blew my wad, but I mustered my 
will power and managed to hold off coming because I was determined to 
deposit my load somewhere other than Sheila's pussy.

Encouraging Karl to clean up the mess he'd made on Sheila's ass, I eased 
myself out of and from underneath her and watched him lick up the semen he'd 
shot on and around her asshole.  After about a minute, I moved behind Karl 
and began to do to him what he was doing to Sheila, except I went even 
further by spreading his ass cheeks apart to give my tongue direct access to 
his anus.

"Mmmm!  Mmmm!" the teenager moaned into Sheila's ass crack as I sucked his 
shithole.  Because of the episode in the bathroom I was getting a combined 
piss/shit smell as I did this, and this continued blending of our bodily 
odors, secretions and excretions seemed more than appropriate, considering 
what I was about to do.

Karl didn't seem all that surprised when I stopped licking his asshole and 
mounted him, pressing the head of my cock against his spitty opening.  In 
fact, he didn't even turn his head as I steadily bore down on him; he just 
groaned when the knob finally pushed into his anus.  I jammed a couple of 
inches of the shaft in him as well then held up, allowing him to adjust to 
the intrusion while enjoying the pulsating tightness of his teenaged 
turd-maker.  When, after a couple of minutes, I felt his body relax and 
heard him going back to licking Sheila's ass, I slowly slid the rest of the 
shaft into his rectum, smugly aware that the boy's own sperm was lubricating 
my entry.  Finally I hit bottom.  As I took a deep breath, trying to relax, 
I couldn't believe that all six-plus inches of my dick were now packed 
inside a white boy's shithole.

"You okay, guy?" I asked him.

"I think so," Karl answered in a strained voice.

"What are you two doing, back there?" Sheila asked, when she heard us 
talking.

"I just stuck my dick up Karl's ass."

"You DID?!  Oo!  I wanna see!  I wanna see!"

I motioned to her with my head and she scurried over, getting right beside 
us so she could look from the top down at my dark rod splitting the twin 
white cheeks of Karl's ass.

"Now get back in front of him on your back and scootch under him," I said.

Hearing me say this, Karl lifted up and spread his arms and legs, making it 
easier for Sheila to take her place, and she deftly shimmied underneath him 
into a sixy-nine.

"Shit, Honey, I can't even SEE your dick!  All I can see is your balls 
pressed between his ass cheeks!"

"Well, keep watching while I pull it out," I said, and I began to slowly 
withdraw my prong from the teenager's anus.

"Shit!" Sheila said as my dick slid out.  "I can't believe all that was up 
inside him!"

When only my cockhead remained in the boy's asshole, I immediately braced my 
hands on his hips and began to push the rest of my dick back inside him, not 
stopping until it was once more stuffed in his shithole.  There I again felt 
his rectum spasming on my pole, gently clutching it, but I allowed myself to 
savor the sensation for only a few seconds before once more pulling out 
again.  Then I pushed back in again, then pulled back out, and in no time I 
was plowing the teenager's poop chute at a pretty good pace.

"Shit, this is so EXCITING!" Sheila exclaimed.  "I've never seen two guys 
fucking this close up before!"

It wasn't until I actually heard her say "two guys fucking" that the reality 
of what I was doing hit me.  This was not only my first time fucking a white 
guy, it was my first time fucking ANY guy, and I was both surprised and 
little concerned that I was enjoying the experience so much.  I guess it was 
because, when it comes right down to it, an asshole is an asshole is an 
asshole, no matter if it's a male's or a female's, and the simple fact was 
that Karl's was tighter than Sheila's, so I was getting delicious 
stimulation fucking it.

Since Karl was relatively quiet as I screwed him, only grunting when I 
shoved my dick up his ass, I couldn't tell if he was enjoying experience as 
much as I was or merely tolerating it.  But as soon as I began to establish 
a fuck rhythm, Sheila answered that question for me.

"Shit, he must really like it," she suddenly said, "'cause his dick is 
getting hard again!"

Karl didn't respond with words, but his moans, which were getting louder, 
spoke volumes.  Then, suddenly, he grunted loudly, after which Sheila began 
to moan, and I knew right away that she had slipped Karl's hardening cock in 
her mouth and was sucking away at it.  So we were once again doing a 
threesome, except the setup was a little different this time.

The action, though, got as hot and heavy as it did before, and I soon found 
myself banging away at Karl's butt, my crotch smacking his ass loudly as I 
rammed my rod up his rectum.  After boffing the teenager at this increased 
rate for several minutes, my orgasm--which had started building up the 
moment the first drop of Sheila's piss hit Karl's face--could no longer be 
contained, and after mercilously driving my dick up Karl's ass a few times 
more, I let go.

"Fuck!  I'm coming!" I yelled, tugging the teenager's hips hard against me 
to completely impale him on my boner.  "Take it right up that white ass!"

"Give it to me," Karl moaned.  "Fill my fucking ass up with your come."

I tried to do exactly that, my cock throbbing fiercely as I shot spurt after 
spurt of semen deep into the white boy's bowels.  I always tend to come 
harder during anal sex but this time I was surprised by the intensity of my 
ejaculation, as I flooded the teenager's guts with more sperm than I'd ever 
produced before in a single orgasm.

As I continued to empty my balls into Karl's shit pit, he suddenly gasped, 
his rectum spasmed around my shaft, and he trembled as he blasted his own 
slimy load down Sheila's throat, prompting her to hum loudly in approval.  
So now there were two pairs of lips, both hugging a cock and both swallowing 
come.

"Yeah, Karl, sperm her right in her fucking mouth," I panted.  "And, Poopie, 
you swallow it all, you hear?"

"Mmm-hmmm!" Sheila responded.

It took a while for Karl to finish feeding my girlfriend his gism, and I was 
sorry to see his orgasm end because every time he pumped come into her, he 
squeezed some more out of me.  Finally Sheila took one last long draught off 
Karl's dick then pulled her mouth off it with a pop and wiggled from 
underneath the teen.  Weakened, Karl could no longer hold his position on 
his knees and slowly began to sink down; since my dick was still stuck 
firmly up his ass, I simply rode him down until we were both lying flat.

Between Karl and me both flexing our sphincters, we managed to milk out the 
last of my sperm.  But now that I delivered all of those wiggly little sex 
cells into the white boy's butthole, I had to piss like a motherfucker, and 
with the odor of Sheila's urine still radiating off Karl and wafting into my 
nose, I was feeling particularly nasty.  Without even thinking about what I 
was doing, I released my bladder.

"Shit!  Fuck!" Karl suddenly cried out, grimacing and clutching the sheets 
so hard his knuckles began to turn white.

Startled, Sheila asked him, "What's the matter?"

"He's giving me a fucking piss enema!" the teenager groaned.

Sheila looked at me, incredulous.  "You're PEEING in his ASS?!"

I smiled devilishly and nodded as my piss continued to gush into Kyle's 
shithole.  I hadn't even considered that I was doing to the boy exactly what 
he'd said, since all that pee would have to make its way out again.  But as 
soon as he mentioned it, I imagined gallons of hot piss surging through the 
twists and turns of his intestines, washing away all the solid waste inside 
him, then backing up, pressing to flush it all out of him.

After what seemed like an hour, I finally finished relieving myself in 
Karl's asshole, clutching my sphincter a few times to eject the last few 
squirts of piss.  As soon as I pulled my shrunken dick out of the teenager, 
he scrambled off the bed and ran to the bathroom, leaving a trail of piss 
behind him.  He didn't even have time to close the door, and as Sheila and I 
gazed at each other like naughty children sharing a naughty secret, we could 
hear every detail of what my pissing up Karl's ass had resulted in, 
beginning with a series of loud farts followed by a violent rush of piss 
into the toilet and ending with several heavy splashes, all accompanied by a 
low moan.

"Shit, Honey, you really DID give him an enema," Sheila said, smiling all 
over her face at the wonder of it.

"It didn't do it deliberately," I explained.  "I had to go and didn't want 
to pull out of that nice tight butt."

Right after I said this, I heard the toilet flush and turned around to see 
Karl drag himself out of the bathroom.

I waited a moment or two then said, "Hey, Karl, I hope you were okay with 
that.  I would've asked, but it wasn't planned.  I just kind of did it on 
impulse.  But after what you had Sheila do to you in the bathroom, I figured 
you wouldn't mind."

He just grinned.  "Don't give it a second thought, dude.  I'm always down 
for trying something new...even if it DOES make me run to the bathroom 
after."

Sheila and I got a good laugh from this and afterwards invited Karl to join 
us for an apres-sex dinner.  But he declined, saying he had to run.  We 
speculated that he had an appointment with another couple, but when he 
didn't volunteer any additional information, we didn't ask.  After he 
showered and dressed, Sheila and I, still naked, both gave him a hug and 
promised to get together with him again soon.

When he left, Sheila and I lay together atop the covers of the unfucked-on 
bed surveying the "scene of the crime."  The comforter, top sheet and one 
pillow lay on the floor, all either kicked, thrown or pushed off the bed in 
our exuberance, and only two of the four corners of the fitted sheet were 
still holding the mattress.  On top of that, the whole room smelled like 
sex, piss, sweat and a hint of shit.  But I couldn't have been more 
satisfied, for our 19-year-old white partner had not only helped me live my 
fantasies but expanded my sexual horizons beyond anything I'd expected.

And when Sheila whispered that she felt like she needed to pee again and 
asked me if I wanted to taste it, I knew for sure that she was as hooked as 
I was; and as I grabbed her arm and we scampered laughing into the bathroom, 
I also knew for sure that we would require Karl's services again, because 
once Sheila and I had engaged in every kind of piss play we could think of 
between us, we would need his help to explore all of those bisexual 
variations that two people alone simply can't manage.