Fulfilling Jamie

I stared at the reflection gazing back at me, and found myself not
completely disappointed. I was twenty-seven now, but I still could have
passed for twenty-one. Time had made my hips a little bigger had made my
cheeks a little rounder, but my breasts were still firm and my skin was
still soft. My black hair hung at a shoulder-length bob.

I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my black pinstripe blouse. Underneath
was a maroon spaghetti-strap camisole with no bra, because I liked the way
it showed off my cleavage, and accentuated my nipples in the cold weather.
I took one last look at myself, smiled, and left the rest-station bathroom.

Stephen, my boyfriend of three years, was finished pumping gas and waited
in the car. Time had made him a little softer too, except for where it
counts. That part was always firm. His hair was spiked with red highlights,
his jeans were torn, his patchwork Misfits jacket was dirty. He looked like
a punk-rocker in his teens - you'd never guess he was closing in on thirty.

"Jaime baby," he began. "Ready to go?"

I got in the car and put a hand on his thigh. "Always. Do you think he'll
be happy to see us?"

"Baby, anybody would be happy to see you." He smiled with a face that made
my legs tremble as we embarked on the last leg of our journey.

We were on our way to visit Ben, an old friend of ours from back in the
day. Ben was the nicest guy in the world, and I met him through Stephen
years ago. They used to work in a deli together before Ben moved to
Monterey to open his own bakery. I was always surprised by how different he
and Stephen were, yet how close they seemed. Stephen was rough around the
edges, a real man's man. Stephen was a mechanic now, unafraid to get his
hands dirty. Ben, however, was a baker and a poet. He was thin and lanky
and almost effeminate.

And he was bisexual.

Stephen has never had an opinion on homosexuality except that it wasn't for
him. He had no queer friends outside of Ben, and scoffed at the idea of men
needing hair-dryers or pedicures. Ben had no such reservations, and were it
not for the occasional fling with some hot young girl, I would have sworn
he was outright gay.

I asked Stephen once how he felt about Ben's lifestyle. "It's none of my
business unless I'm sitting on his lap," he would laugh.

The rain was falling as we sped down the freeway, and I found myself
thinking of Ben more and more. I love Stephen dearly, and have no doubt in
my mind that I will be Mrs. Stephen one day. Stephen has always been eager
to fulfill every desire I've had, with a passion even I find hard to
believe all these years later. In the heat of the moment he will take me in
the hall of our apartment complex, or in the back of a movie theater. He
can take his time and be the gentlest lover I've ever had, or he can be
forceful and leave me unable to walk for an hour. There was only one
fantasy I've ever had that I've been too afraid to bring up with Stephen,
one that I could never imagine anyone but Ben understanding.

That was to be taken by two men simultaneously.

And that's why I couldn't stop thinking about Ben, and why I was willing to
drive three hundred miles to spend the weekend with him. While I couldn't
imagine anything coming of it at the time, being so close to the fantasy
left me damp and short of breath.

I nibbled a little on Stephen's ear and whispered, "I can't wait until we
have some alone time."

He whispered back, "We'll have to get Ben drunk and passed out early then."

I moved my hand up from his thigh over to crotch of jeans. I could feel his
six-inch member at full attention, throbbing. I gave it a little squeeze,
and the car involuntarily jerked forward.

"Baby," he whispered, "you're going to make me lose control."

"I think that's the point," I giggled, and slid my hand down the waist band
of his briefs.

"Baby your hand is so cold."

"Well maybe this will warm it up," and mischievously I started to stroke
him.

He started to moan - we hadn't had sex in a few days, so I knew he was
hurting for some release. I grinned at him as I undid the button of his
pants with my free hand, then slid his zipper open. He groaned as I pulled
his cock up and over his briefs. With the rain and the sun setting Stephen
had to keep his eyes glued to the road, but I knew what he was really
concentrating on. I began to stroke him faster, no longer restricted by his
outer garments.

"Do you like that?" I asked rhetorically.

He never took his eyes off the road, only responding with an "mmm-hmmm."

I stroked still faster, feeling him arouse to full potential. The situation
was turning me on, and I squeezed my thighs together for a little needed
stimulation. His breathing started becoming erratic, and I knew he was
close. I thought about the situation, and the mess we were about to make,
and I realized I only had one option if I didn't want to have to pull over
again so that he could change his pants.

"Are you close?" I asked.

He meekly nodded his head.

I leaned over the center console and, with the parking break lever sticking
into my ribs, I slid his head into my mouth. It was so hard, and when I
squeezed it against my tongue and the roof of my mouth it felt like
stone. My head started bobbing up and down, I used my saliva to lubricate
my still stroking hand.

"I going to come," he whispered. "Baby, you're going to make me..."

With that he took a hand off the steering wheel and pulled my
hair. Simultaneously his hips pumped up, forcing his member into my
throat. I heard the engine rev still faster as he began to fuck my face,
chanting "Baby... oh, baby... BABY!"

The first hot load shot straight down my throat, but I didn't gag. I just
kept letting him thrust into my mouth, each load feeling like a mortar
exploding in my mouth. It was hot and sweet and salty, and when he started
to calm I gripped his shaft and squeezed the last few drops of it out, then
swallowed.

"I love you so much," he laughed.

And I loved him too.

***

When Ben answered the door he was still in his black, terry-cloth
bathrobe. It was already seven in the evening, but the life of a baker
meant that he typically worked from three AM to noon on his bread, then
slept from one to about nine at night. His dimples showed as he smiled,
obviously happy to see us. "sorry about the mess guys," he laughed, "but
I'm not usually up this early."

His tiny studio apartment smelled like vanilla and cinnamon, but other than
an unmade bed there was no mess to be found. When we walked in there was an
immaculate bathroom directly to our right, and a bed to our left which took
up the majority of the apartment. Around the corner beyond the bathroom was
a cute little breakfast nook, and a kitchen unbefitting a cook of Ben's
talent. Beyond the far side of the room was a little balcony.

Ben's black hair stood up, with the left side of it matted by his
pillow. Naked under his robe and unshaven, he could easily have passed for
a patient at an asylum. It was not the Ben we were used to seeing.

"Rough day at work?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah, I wanted to take the weekend off with you guys coming down, so I
made triple the dough as usual so that the guys would just have to come in
and bake it. Still, for the next forty-eight hours, I'm all yours!" and
with that he excused himself, locking the bathroom door behind him and
starting the shower.

"That Ben," Stephen laughed. "Who would have thought that a baker would
work so motherfucking hard?"

I sat on Ben's bed, still warm from his body. The sheets smelled faintly
like Cool Water and fine cigarettes, and I found myself involuntarily
holding his pillow to my face and breathing in.

"You trying to make me jealous?" Stephen laughed.

"Oh baby, you know I couldn't want anyone else." I felt ashamed when I said
so, because I don't typically lie to him.

***

The Ben we knew emerged from the bathroom, all pressed oxford shirts and
Italian-made silk ties. He was wearing black slacks, and polished leather
shoes. His hair looked perfectly styled, and his face was clean shaven and
smooth. He looked like a completely different person. "Are we ready to go?"
he smiled.

We started the evening with fine pasta and wine courtesy of a local Italian
restaurant. When it was time for the check to arrive, a tremendous
middle-aged Greek man who I could only assume was the owner of the
establishment simply stated "It is my pleasure to service an artist such as
Benjamin. This was on the house."

Ben shook his hand and laughed, and left a hundred dollar bill on the table
anyways. "For the waitress then," he said.

When the owner was gone and we were taking the napkins off our laps,
Stephen laughed then asked "So do you bake for him, or blow him?"

"A little of both, depending on my mood." I found myself suddenly
stimulated by the fact that Ben wasn't being sarcastic.

>From dinner we went on for shooters at a local dive, and then for my sake
the boys took me to a dance club with a full martini bar. I wanted to
dance, but Stephen wasn't really the dancing type. I looked over to
Ben. "What say you come over to the dance floor and sweep me off my feet?"

With that Ben blushed a little. "I seem to have this funny habit of losing
friends after I dance with their significant others."

"Come on, you don't mind, do you Stephen?"

Stephen looked unsure, and kept glancing back at Ben and myself.

"Come on Steve, let me have some fun!" He hated it when I called him Steve,
so I only did it when he was doing something that annoyed me.

Defeated, he just sighed. "Have fun, guys."

Ben wasn't about to let his friend be left behind, however. "How about we
both dance with her Stephen?"

"I don't know," and Stephen shook his head. "It's not really my thing."

Ben took his hand and pulled Stephen to his feet. Even I couldn't do that.

"Well then I promise to be as flaming as possible while we're out there,"
Ben laughed, "to make sure everybody's looking at me, and nobody's looking
at you."

Stephen laughed, and for the first time looked like he wasn't totally
appalled by the idea. In between the two, holding hands in a chain, we all
went over to the dance floor.

There was only one guy, some metro preppy fuck, who gave Stephen a dirty
look. When Ben looked him in the eye and mouthed "I want to suck your
cock," he quickly made himself scarce.

I never understood why Stephen was so against dancing, as he had a terrific
sense of rhythm. I danced between the two of them, with Stephen typically
behind me and Ben in front. As the crowd got larger, both got closer, and
soon our trio was cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek. We were all pretty tipsy at this
point, so I stuck my butt out a little further until it was pressing into
Stephen's crotch. I waited to make sure I felt him aroused, and only after
I knew he was completely in the moment, I pulled Ben a little closer to me.

"Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls came over the loud speakers, and everything
slowed down. I was intoxicated by the smell of these men's skin, and the
weight of their bodies pinning me between them. When the chorus hit, I felt
Stephen grinding into me from behind, and I spread my legs a little to give
him access to crease of my backside. His cock dry humping me between my
cheeks, I began to match his rhythm until my pelvis started rubbing up and
down on Ben's cock.

Ben stopped for a split second, then resumed the dance. He never looked me
in the eyes, but slowly he began to grind back into me. I had always
assumed that someone as feminine as Ben would have a smaller penis, but the
mammoth bulge that milled against my clit told me that I was wrong. It felt
like the biggest cock I had never seen.

I started panting, sandwiched between the two of them, and looked into
Stephen's eyes. His head on my shoulder, he looked down and knew exactly
what I was doing. My heart skipped a beat as I anticipated his response. I
was surprised to find his eyes glaze over in passion, and he kissed my, his
tongue entering my mouth and dancing to the rhythm of the song. I took a
deep breath of relief when the song climaxed.

Silently, so did I.

***

We were all on the verge of being full-blown trashed when we got back to
Ben's place. I kicked off my heels and took a seat on the foot of the bed,
rubbing my red-velvet-cake cheeks. "So how do sleeping arrangements work
with three people in a studio apartment?" I asked.

"I've got a sleeping bag from when I first moved in," Ben
volunteered. "I'll crash on the floor."

"I need to wash up," Stephen drawled, still cloudy from the alcohol and
arousal. "Any spare towels?"

"Yeah, I'll dig 'em up," and with that Ben made a beeline for the linen
closet as Stephen and I went for the bathroom.

As I finished brushing my teeth, I confessed to Stephen "That was the most
turned on I've been, out there at the club. You can really dance!"

Stephen was washing his face. "Baby, I feel like I'm going to explode."

"I can't wait until Ben's asleep," I smiled.

Stephen shut off the faucet. He grabbed my by the waist and pulled me into
him, his hard cock grinding into my hip bone through our clothes. "Baby, I
don't think I CAN wait."

With that he kissed me, our tongues meeting for another duel. Everything
was moving so fast that I couldn't help myself, and I started undoing his
belt as he pulled my cami over my head. The cold apartment air made my
nipples taut as Stephen kissed me, making his way down my neck to my
breasts, then down my belly and to my pants. With a combination of hands
and teeth he undid my belt and pulled both my pants and my lavender cotton
panties down to my ankles. Nuzzling between my swollen lips, he lapped up
the moisture accumulating inside me. His tongue spread me open, motioning
as if licking an ice cream cone. He worked his way from my sex up to my
clitoris, and gave it a few sharp brushes.

The bathroom door opened. "These towels are for you," Ben began, but
stopped mid-sentence. I had both hands in Stephen's hair as his mouth
teased at my aching orifice. I expected him to stop at any moment, but
Ben's presence seemed to only strengthen his resolve as he slid one, then
two fingers inside of me.

"Honey," I panted, "You're gonna make me..." I couldn't finish my sentence,
instead moaning at the top of my lungs as my orgasm enveloped me. Wave
after wave of pleasure washed over me as my most intimate places spasmed
and jerked with ecstasy.

Ben still stood at the doorway, gripping his towels and wondering where
this was headed. Stephen began pulling the bundle of clothes at my ankles,
gesturing me to step out of them until I was fully nude. I happily
conceded.

By my hips he grabbed me and turned me until I was facing Ben. Ben and I
shared the same shocked expression, wondering what Stephen had in
mind. From behind me he started sucking on my neck, then licking his way
down my spine to the small of my back, continuing on to my sensitive back
door. He was naked, though I couldn't tell you at what point he had
stripped.

Stephen knew that analingus drove me wild, made me uncontrollable, so I
knew we were headed for a wild night when he started rubbing his tongue up
and down my tightly puckered hole.

"Ben," he said, "You really got Jamie all excited back at the club. You'd
be a pretty bad host if you didn't help me calm her down."

We were both taken aback by Stephen's words. Ben dropped his towels. "Well,
I'd hate to be a bad host."

"I know you would," Stephen smiled, and resumed his voracious rimming.

Ben walked up to me until his cheek was against mine. I turned to look at
him, and nose-to-nose we lost ourselves. He kissed me on the lips, as
gentle as another woman, and cupped my breasts in his hands. We went on
like this for what seemed like an eternity, Ben kissing me and Stephen
rimming me with his strong hands on my waist.

Sensing my rising need, Ben got on his knees. I lifted a leg and propped a
foot against the wall, both to gain balance and allow Ben access to my
pussy. He went down on me with none of the urgency Stephen had, instead
teasing me slowly and kindly. As he explored the folds of my cunt, Stephen
continued his assault on my asshole. When I felt there tongues meet at my
perineum, I felt another climax build.

"Guys," I breathed raggedly. "Guys, you're going to make me come."

Ben returned his attention to my clit, sliding two soft and slender fingers
inside of me and making circular rubbing motions against my G-Spot. In
perfect contrast, Stephen began to push his tongue inside of me from
behind.

I watched the three of us in the mirror, my left hand gently playing with
Ben's hair while my right hand pulled on Stephen's hair behind me. It was
the hottest picture I had ever seen, and my body had never before known the
pleasure of a simultaneous eating-out and rim job. "Oh I love you," I said
hoarsely. "I love you both so much." The pressure inside of me pulsated and
grew, and when my pelvis could no longer handle the pressure my orgasm
exploded, and I screamed. All the subtly I had displayed at the club was
gone now, completely ravished by the heat of the moment.

Ben continued to softly rub his tongue against my clit, this time
indirectly against the side of my hood. I was surprised by how gentle he
was, as I can't remember a time someone could continue to stimulate me
post-orgasm without any hint of irritation. Stephen stood up and, cupping
my breast, lined his cock up with my well-lubricated hole.

"Baby, I need you right now." He stated this as fact, not request, and
slowly slid inside of me. He was so hard that I knew he wouldn't last long,
but he didn't need to as yet another orgasm began building in my gut. Like
a piston he hammered in and out of my as Ben continued his gentle massage
of my clitoris with his tongue.

I've had dreams of nights just like this, a man kissing my most secret
place as another drilled into me from behind, but I never thought I would
ever have the pleasure. I swiveled my hips back and forth, increasing both
the pressure of Ben's face in my lap and the force of Stephen's dick
burrowing into me.

I just kept repeating "Don't Stop! Don't Stop!" when once again the passion
overtook me. Stephen was squeezing my breasts now, grunting hard. As my
climax hit, I felt his hard cock fill me with hot seed and it was too
much. It had only happened once before, but I began to ejaculate, squirting
my girl-cum into Ben's face. Deep down inside I was panicked, unsure of
whether or not Ben was going to make of it, but it didn't matter in the
end. He opened his mouth and accepted gush after gush of my cum, still
stroking my clit with his tongue.

My legs were trembling when Stephen's cock, now limp, dropped out of me. I
looked back and forth between the two, unsure of what was coming next. Ice
cold, a stream of Stephen's semen made its way to the joint of my leg and
trickled down the inside of my thigh. Ben looked up at me and Stephen for
our silent approval, then worked his lips from my knee, sucking at the
inside of my thigh, and then licking into my warm inside and lapping
Stephen's load from inside of me. This too was something I'd never expected
of the evening.

Stephen whispered, "I think I'm going to need a little tidying up too."

Ben looked up and smiled, then took Stephen's member in his mouth. He
rocked his head back and forth, and soon Stephen was erect again, his eyes
closed and his head back. I think Ben must have sucked a lot more cock than
I have in our lives, because he took all of Stephen's shaft in his throat,
than began licking his balls before pulling off.

"All clean?" he laughed.

"Yep," Stephen smiled. "Baby, I think we're being a little selfish to our
host. I think we have a favor to return."

I grinned devilishly. Stephen took one of Ben's arms, and I the other, and
we forced him back to the foot of his bed and pushed him. Stephen stripped
off Ben's shirt as I Work Ben's pants down his knees and ankles, which hung
loosely over the bed. Together Stephen and I removed Ben's boxers.

To this day I have never seen a cock to match Ben's. Maybe his small frame
exaggerated it's length and girth, but it looked all of eight inches, the
most mammoth of phalluses. I began licking his balls, and looked up to find
Stephen working up and down his shaft with his mouth. I never thought I'd
see Stephen giving another man head, but the beauty of the vision left me
wet again.

"I have to get that inside me," I said blankly. I didn't mean to say it out
loud, I just couldn't help it.

Stephen stepped back as I climbed up on top of Ben and lowered my dripping
cunt onto his tool. It felt like it was splitting me open inside, and the
trip from his head being at my lips to fully inside me seemed
eternal. Slowly I lifted myself up, then with all my weight dropped myself
on him again.

Stephen was working on my rectum with his mouth again. This went on for a
few minutes until Stephen stopped, then mounted me. His throbbing head
started pressing against my sphincter. My arousal offered him no
resistance, and he broke through and into me. Both dicks were inside me
now, sliding in and out, separated only by a thin membrane as they pistoned
in unison.

This was again more than I could bear. Another orgasm hit me, and then
another, and then another. Each built in intensity as both Stephen and Ben
quickened their paces. I had never felt so full, so fulfilled, in my entire
life.

"I'm going to come!" Ben finally exclaimed.

"Me too baby," Stephen barked. "Me..."

Two jets of hot cum filled me, bathing my insides and leaking out. One
final time I cried out, and my orgasm caused both my pussy and my asshole
to contract in a vise-like grip on the two cocks inside of me. We were all
screaming now, and we could hear Ben's downstairs neighbor knocking on the
ceiling to quiet us down. We didn't care, and the force of our orgasms made
us scream that much louder.