Best Women's Erotica 2011 (12 page)

The woman smiling back at her seemed to agree.

TWO COCKS, ONE GIRL

Cecilia Tan

 

 

When my boyfriend became obsessed with other men’s cocks, I knew my life was going to change. The names have been changed in this story to reflect how absurd it is, so let’s call my boyfriend “Peter.” See, thing is, it was high time for a change, anyway. Peter was working a kind of crap job doing phone support for low pay, and I hadn’t had a job in two years, but that’s the recessionary economy. We were still pretty happy, not living large, but being good to each other and still having regular sex even after ten years together.

The first time I noticed Peter getting interested in other guys’ junk was when we were watching porn. A typical Friday night for us, if we didn’t have our gaming group over, was we’d download whatever we could get and then lie in bed watching it on one of our laptops until we got so horny we couldn’t stand it anymore, and then he’d just fuck my soaked pussy until I came. When you’ve been together as long as we have, all the other foreplay stuff gets boring, you know? It’s as if the only reason we did
all the smooching and cuddling and petting back when we were shy virgins was we were too shy to just get right to it. Basically, if I’m wet, I’m good to go. (Plus, there is always lube.)

But we were talking about porn. And my boyfriend. And other men’s cocks. Most straight porn is focused on the big-busted babe, but the scenes I like best are the ones where you can’t see the faces of the actors, just the penetration. We tried watching animated porn once, but it didn’t do much for either of us. We both wanted to see a real cock in action or it seemed sort of pointless. This is why “reality” porn worked just fine for us. Who cares about the bad acting and dumb dialogue in porn movies? What we get off on is watching two real live humans fucking.

Peter started to make comments while we were watching, like, “Do you think that guy’s arm gets tired when he jerks off?” and, “I hear they like to hire short actors with big cocks so that their cocks will look even bigger.” I would just murmur agreement, maybe stroking his own schlong while we watched. But I noticed a pattern in the films he was downloading. We were seeing more and more of the
Long Dong Silver
and
Freakishly Big Dicks In Action
type of films.

All I can say is there are some amazing specimens of humanity out there. You figure if a guy has a cock that hangs almost to his knees, in the back of his head he’s wondering if he might be able to make a good living from his asset, no? Other guys must notice it at the beach and in the gym, right? How hard is it to get an audition with a porn studio, I wonder? Do the actresses get paid more to do scenes with them? In my head I imagined a pay scale based on the inches, or maybe the volume, like stunt men getting paid more for the more dangerous stunts.

Yes, these are the things that went through my head while watching a woman who looked like a ballerina with beach balls
on her chest take a schlong the size of a Genoa salami between the legs. And yes, it made me hot—and curious. The next day, while Peter was at work, I started researching pay scales in porn films. I wasn’t surprised to learn that the women get paid more than the men, and that a woman who will do anal sex gets more than a woman who won’t.

Then Peter started downloading gay porn. The first one was supposedly an “accident.” You know, he pulled it off a torrent site and didn’t know what it was, but once we started watching it we noticed two things. First off, the guys are actually good-looking, and secondly, there are double the number of cocks. Score! Neither of us missed the beach-ball-busted babes, and the ass was as good as the pussy for those close-up penetration shots.

But it got really serious the night we were watching one of these gay videos that had a kind of rapey theme; you know, where the one guy is reluctant and the other one isn’t? The whole thing was in Hungarian so it was hard to figure out exactly what was going on, but the one guy lay the other one down and then rubbed his cock all over the other guy’s cock, like giving him a hand job, only it was a cock job.

Peter was tugging on his own salami while we were watching this scene, and he came without warning. He sounded pretty surprised himself, a kind of wordless jumble coming out of his mouth like, “Whu-gub-bahhh-uhhh?” as he shot all over his stomach. I was kind of not pleased with that, since I had been getting close to putting the laptop down at that point, but it was so damn funny at the same time I just ended up laughing. And besides, it didn’t even take an hour for him to get it up again.

While we were fucking, I asked, “If I had a cock, would you want me to rub you off with it until you came?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he said, but while we’re fucking is a totally
unfair time for me to ask him questions, because so often that tends to be the answer. You know, like, “Hey, will you rake the leaves in the back tomorrow?”

“Mm, fuck, yeah…”

So I had to ask him again a couple of days later, when we weren’t horny, to see what he’d say. We were making dinner at the time. “Do you want me to get a strap-on?” I asked.

“A what?” It took him a minute to get what I’d said out of context. “Oh, you mean like a dildo?”

“Yeah. You know, so we can try the cock-to-cock thing.”

“Oh.” He stopped stirring the sauteing onions for a moment while he thought about it. “Eh, I’m not sure. It’s like the animation thing.”

“You want a Hundred-Percent-Real Cock™, is that it?” I teased.

“Er, well, um.” He blushed and the onions began to caramelize. “Don’t you think that’s kind of too gay for me?”

Peter and I have been together more than ten years. When we first met I’d thought he might be bi and in denial. Ten years later…I was sure of it. But you know how skittish guys can be. Now, I could have just said, “But it turns you on. What’s wrong with that?” Or, “There’s no such thing as too gay or too straight.” Or, “I think having lived with your girlfriend for a decade has kind of saved up your ‘nongay’ points.”

But I didn’t. What I said was, “Is it gay if it’s a threesome? You know, a girl sandwich?” I reached over and took gentle hold of his wrist at the same time, moving it in a circle so that he’d keep stirring.

“Hm, no, I guess not,” he said.

We didn’t wait for Friday. That night we downloaded a two-guys-one-girl video.

The following week, I charged a dildo on the one credit card
I had that wasn’t maxed out, and started playing with it while Peter was at work. In particular I started using it on my ass. That almost derailed the whole experiment right there because, holy crap, why didn’t anyone tell me what an intense orgasm can be had from anal penetration? I guess I figured those porn girls were just faking it so they could get the higher pay. Wrong. But instead of telling Peter we should switch to anal sex, I stuck to the plan, and the next time we had sex, I put the dildo into my ass while Peter was fucking me….

It wasn’t an instant orgasm for both of us, but it was pretty damn close.

So this was how the following Friday we ended up canceling our gaming group to meet a guy we had found through Craigslist. Let’s call the guy “Dick.” The phone conversation went something like this:

 

Peter: Yeah, so, hi, I thought we should talk about getting together.

Dick: A threesome right? You and your girlfriend? How long you been together?

Peter: Ten years. Actually, this is kind of almost our anniversary.

Me (in the background, with my hand over the phone): Why are you telling him that?

Dick: No kidding? That’s cool. I’m like, not looking for a relationship myself right now.

Peter: That’s okay. We’re not like trying to form a group marriage or something. Just a fun fling, you know?

Dick: So long as we’re using condoms, I’m good with it.

Peter: Of course. I wouldn’t let you assfuck her without one.

Dick: Is she the only one getting assfucked?

Peter: Yeah.

Dick: That’s cool. You want to meet me at a hotel I know? No muss, no fuss.

 

So we went to this hotel, pretty nice place actually, since I was all for not having to wash the sheets, and if the guy didn’t actually come to our place I felt like we were less likely to get cased for a robbery or something. We went up to the room, and Dick had a case of beer and some snacks laid out on the dresser. He was a looker—crew cut, big biceps and a big bulge in his jeans.

He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back in what I think was supposed to be an alluring pose and asked, “So what do you folks like to do to get in the mood?”

“Oh,” I said right away. “We watch porn.”

“Awesome.” The next thing I knew, we had an adult film playing on the TV, and I had a guy on either side of me sucking on my nipples. Okay, so maybe all foreplay isn’t pointless. Plus, it was a threesome flick, so it was very easy when it got to a position that looked doable for me to say, “That. I want to do that.”

Dick coaxed Peter to the edge of the bed so that his feet were on the floor and then invited me to hop on. I straddled Peter. I should mention at this point, because he’ll be cranky if I don’t, that Peter has a big one. And it always feels bigger to me when I’m on top.

Peter said, “Fuck, yeah.”

Dick came around the back then, telling Peter to spread his legs apart more, which made my ass nice and inviting. Dick lubed up my ass then and finger-fucked me for a while, and Peter groaned. Later he told me it was like the guy was running his finger up and down Peter’s cock…but inside me.

I told him when I thought I was ready. Dick was bigger than the dildo I’d been using, but I was so horny by that point I didn’t
think it would matter. And ultimately, it didn’t, though when he put those first couple of inches in I nearly told him to take it out again and forget the whole plan. But then I felt Peter inside me literally twitching, and…

Fuck, yeah.

It took a little time, but once Dick got all the way in and started a long, slow fuck, I was pretty much in heaven. Peter didn’t really have to move, just stay where he was, filling me up. He wasn’t wearing a condom; we haven’t bothered with those between us since before we moved in together and I got an implant. Dick slid in and out, in and out, getting gradually faster.

“Can you really come just from assfucking?” Dick asked at one point, though because he was nibbling on my sweaty shoulder at the time it came out more like, “Kenya Regal Clone Justice Assfucking?”

I opened my mouth but Peter interrupted, “Holy shit, slow down or you’re going to make me come first.”

“No! Don’t you dare,” I said, clawing at Peter’s collarbone.

“Trying…” he whined.

“Gotcha,” Dick said. “Slower. That’s cool.”

So it was like a game: could Dick fuck me hard enough to make me come without setting Peter off too soon? I got closer and closer; Peter got closer and closer. Dick wasn’t letting on how close he was, but he seemed to have it under control. Very fine control. He and Peter made eye contact over my shoulder, and the next thing I knew it was like they were doing some kind of male-bonding mind-reading thing, speaking only in little grunts and whimpers.

I have no idea how long this went on. The movie we’d loaded up on-demand had ended a while ago. Then Dick got a bright idea. “Would you mind a reach around?”

For a moment I didn’t get what he said, but then I felt his fingers slipping over my swollen clit. No, I didn’t mind, but what came out was, “Yes, oh, yes,” and I guess it was clear I meant “Yes, that’s good,” because he kept on doing it. He had my clit between two fingers, and every time he pushed into me from behind, my clit was pushed into them. Kind of like a little tiny cock fucking a small pair of legs…

That was the thought that sent me over the edge. And once I went over the edge, Dick didn’t hold back, fucking me like a train piston and setting Peter to screaming he was coming so hard. Dick didn’t take long either, and it was like I was coming the whole time he was still fucking hard, only waning off as he softened and they both shrank out of me.

Dick took the first shower while Peter and I lay in a sweaty heap on the bed. “That was fucking amazing,” I said. “But seriously, was it too gay for you?”

“No,” Peter said. “It was awesome.” Then he fell asleep, so that was the totality of our processing on that for a while. We went back to just having sex like before after that, but kept up with watching the threesome videos, eventually talking about how we couldn’t drag someone else in every week without it getting weird. Maybe for special occasions, you know? Not that we could do much for our actual anniversary when it came, since we were so broke.

But I said it was all going to change, right? The next thing we got into watching was “security camera” sex videos. Now, you can be sure most of the ones you see on the Internet are fake, right? I mean, sometimes they even zoom in and stuff, which a real, static camera wouldn’t do. Also the sites have these disclaimers about all models being over eighteen, which kind of killed the idea for me that there could be real unwitting participants in it.

That is, until I found us. The description was something like, “Brunette vixen gets DP’d by nerd and hunk in hotel room.” Okay, yeah, Peter is a nerd, but I didn’t even think of us until the video actually started playing, and then it became obvious there had been a camera in the set-top box. Yeah, I know, I should have been outraged.

But damn, that night was the best sex Peter and I had since the night of the threesome itself.

While we were lying in an exhausted pile afterward I got to thinking, and, well, once I’d put it all together, it really wasn’t that hard to get started. Peter and I own a couple of websites now, including
Threesomes-R-Us.com
,
Girl-Sandwich.com
, and Two-Cocks-One-Girl. com. We haven’t even made that many videos and we don’t have to, because people keep coming and watching the ones that are there for money, plus there’s ad revenue. Peter is still in denial about being bi, but still gets off on the sensation of another man’s cock on his, as long as it’s inside my body. That’s all right. I’m the boss now, and he’s happy. I hire the guys who do it with us for the shoots.