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Imogen’s Double

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Once, while under the influence of too many glasses of giggle juice, Imogen had confided to her two closest friends that her greatest sexual fantasy had always been to be taken by two men at once in a double penetration, but that she’d never had the nerve to actually do anything about it.

‘But would you, if the chance came along?’ Kelly had asked her.

‘With Michael working away so much, yes I think I probably would.’ Imogen had replied. ‘I don’t get enough of one cock, let alone two.’

That could have been as far as it had gone, and the confession might have been forgotten if it hadn’t been for a chance encounter by Helen, the third member of the group. She had been at a party a few months later where two men had lewdly suggested to another girl that she might like to have them from both front and back at the same time. The girl concerned had been greatly offended, but Helen had heard the commotion, and, on impulse, had cautiously approached them with the idea of fulfilling Imogen’s fantasy. With their surprised and enthusiastic agreement she then told Imogen that her fantasy might actually become reality, but then to her dismay Imogen had rejected the idea out of hand.

Once again that might have been an end to the matter, but a few days later Imogen changed her mind and rang Helen asking if the two men would still be interested. They were, and all that was left then was the mechanics of how to actually arrange things, and she and her two friends sat down that same afternoon to discuss her concerns.

Her main worry, as a married woman, was how could she avoid Michael, her husband, finding out, and also, how could she be certain of her own personal safety while in an intimate and very vulnerable position with two strange men. Trying to figure that out had taken most of an afternoon, but between them all they thought they had come up with a workable solution.

Firstly, Imogen picked a date when Michael would be working away, but just in case a nosy neighbour noticed strange men calling they arranged that Kelly and Helen would bring the two men, the four arriving together as if they were all friends. Then if anyone happened to notice and mention it to Michael, it was just a couple of old college friends who had dropped in unexpectedly with their partners. Hopefully the darkness would hide their actual identities.

As for the second problem, Kelly and Helen would simply stay there and wait to take the men away again, and just to make sure Imogen was safe Helen was loaning her a couple of mini cameras that she had used to spy on a doubtful baby sitter one time. Nobody thought they would be needed, but it just added to Imogen’s sense of security, and give her an extra buzz at the same time. They would be set up and connected to a couple of laptops in the dining room from where the other two women could monitor proceedings, with the only stipulation that what happened mustn’t be recorded for obvious reasons.

Now the days had passed and the appointed date was tomorrow, and Imogen was as keyed up as a kid waiting for Christmas.

‘You know they’re a bit younger than you, don’t you?’ Helen reminded her suddenly, remembering that her prospective lovers, Richard and Ben, were aged eighteen and nineteen to Imogen’s twenty-eight.

‘And why is that a problem?’ Imogen asked. ‘I’m going to fuck them, not marry them.’

Helen threw her hands up. ‘Okay, no problem, just making sure you knew.’

Of course Imogen knew, she’d chatted to them via webcam several times and knew their similar dark good looks could only belong to teenagers. Helen was really just checking on her commitment.

‘Sorry.’ Imogen apologised. ‘I guess I’m a bit defensive, and anyway I’m thinking that being younger they’ll be more likely to let things happen my way,’

‘How are you going to start things off?’ Kelly wanted to know. ‘I mean you can’t just take your things off and get right to it. Can you?’

‘God, no! I’d be as dry as a desert from nerves. No, it’s down to them to get me going. But if they can’t turn me on enough, then nothing else is going to happen, I’ll tell you that much. I want to enjoy it, not endure it!’

‘Do they know that?’ Helen knew that Imogen had chatted with them over the internet when they were setting things up, the good old anonymous internet.

‘They must. If they don’t know that women need getting going, then they’re no bloody good to me, are they? But we’ll soon find out, won’t we?’

‘True.’ Helen agreed, and changed the subject. ‘Now, just to double check. We pick them up at the train station and try to arrive at yours as close to seven-o-clock as possible? And we’ll try to look like two couples for the sake of the neighbours.’

‘Yes. Thanks. It would be good if you could.’

‘No problems. Here’s to it.’ Helen raised her coffee mug in mock salutation.

The following afternoon Imogen rang both Helen and Kelly just to check that everything was on track. Really it was to sooth her own ragged nerves.

‘You will be there to pick them up, won’t you?’ She asked them both.

Satisfied that they both would and not hearing the note of amused exasperation in their voices, Imogen set about getting ready. She had bought some lube, and this now went by the newly made bed along with tissues and a towel, although she wasn’t sure why she needed the towel. Best be prepared she thought.

Then a coffee while she read the instructions and figured out how to set up the hidden cameras. The thought of being spied on was both reassuring and, in a strange way, quite stirring. Although it wasn’t really ‘spying’, was it? After all, she knew they were there. Video instructions finally understood she went to find hiding places for the cameras, concealing one within a stack of clothes to view from the foot of the bed, and the other on top of a wardrobe to the side and looking down. The two laptops, one hers and one her sister’s, were left side by side in the dining room, on a central table but carefully facing away from both door and window. She didn’t want any unauthorised spectators, after all. She would feel safe now and, even though she wasn’t sure why she wanted to, she would be able to prove to her audience that she had actually had two men at once.

Preparations made, she went for a shower, paying more attention than usual attention to her ‘bits’, and then made herself a meal, which she picked over rather than ate. She read a book, rereading the same page, in fact the same paragraph, numerous times before giving up and listening to music. Rock suited her pounding, excited heart, but she felt the need to calm down, but then, soft classical seemed to bring her too low. A bit of country finally suited her needs, until “Your cheating heart” came rather too close to home for comfort, and the television was switched on.

If some one had asked her later what she watched, she wouldn’t have known. Her eyes watched it but her brain didn’t. Inside her head she was thinking about what she was going to do, yearning for it, dreading it, scared silly of it, elated to be doing it, and not a little guilty about it. Her mind was in turmoil, but above everything she determined that she was going through with it. She’d thought about it often enough, dreamed about it, longed to feel it, and now it was definitely going to happen. Unless, of course, something went wrong. She picked up the phone to ring Kelly, but then put it down again, berating herself for her nerves.

Finally, at six on the dot the phone rang and she answered it with trepidation. It was bound to be one of the men saying they weren’t coming, or one of the girls saying they couldn’t pick them up, or…. Or anything!

It was Michael making his nightly call to make sure she was all right and to tell her he loved her. Guilt grabbed at her heart. She had completely forgotten him. She managed to get through the call, but when he finally blew her a kiss down the phone and hung up she sat cradling the receiver for long minutes and fought with herself over whether or not to call it off. How could she do such a thing to him? But then, she told herself, she wasn’t really cheating on him. She wasn’t having an affair, only scratching an itch. One that had irritated for years and one which, left unscratched, might well brew up into something more harmful later – she told herself.

The phone rang again. This time it was Helen confirming that she and Kelly were on their way to the station. Imogen nodded down the phone, her heart pounding again, but now for a different reason.

‘Hello? You there?’ Helen hadn’t heard her nod.

‘Yes, sorry. Just getting a little overexcited here.’

‘And so you should be. For a moment I thought you’d changed your mind and Kelly and I were going to have to have them instead!’

‘Not a chance. You just get them here and I’ll handle them.’ Imogen was back into anticipatory mode, looking forward to her fantasy.

‘Okay. Assuming the train’s on time we’ll be with you about seven. Bye for now.’

‘Byeee!’ Imogen tried to sound more casual than she actually felt.

Another shower, and a change into a simple short brown skirt and beige top, their plainness disguising the skimpy black underwear they hid. Imogen didn’t want to come across as a slut but she did want to feel at least a little bit alluring, and her two layer method was her compromise. She was ready. Ready to commit adultery with two strange men. She forced that line of thinking from her mind. She was ready, in more ways than one.

The doorbell rang.

It was them, Helen and Kelly escorting Richard and Ben.

‘Oh, hello. Well this is a surprise, come on in.’

‘Well, we were passing and we hadn’t seen you for a while, so we thought…’ Helen gave a shrug and let her voice tail off.

‘You don’t know our fellas, do you’ Kelly asked loudly, dropping her voice to a whisper before adding, ‘But you soon will!’

The pantomime for nosy neighbours was probably wasted as none seemed to be around, but it felt necessary to Imogen. The door closed behind them and the farce ended, but then Imogen’s nerves cut in once more and she shivered as if cold.

‘Let’s all have a coffee, yes?’ Helen took charge, pointing the way through to the lounge and then heading for the kitchen, followed closely by Imogen.

‘I don’t think I can.’ She began.

‘Yes you can, just put it in a cup and drink it.’

Imogen gave Helena withering look. ‘You know what I mean.’

‘Well, you don’t have to, I know. But it would be a shame to miss the chance, and these two guys seem really nice. In the car Ben was telling us that he’s terrified of not pleasing you.’

‘Was he really?’ Imogen perked up at the thought of a considerate lover.

‘Yes, really.’ Helen assured her, lying through her teeth for the sake of encouragement.

They settled in the lounge and, after about a half hour of random chat and a refill of their coffee cups, Imogen took a deep breath and committed herself.

‘Are you two still up for it?’ She asked. ‘Because I am if you are.’

‘Oh yes.’ Chorused the two men. ‘For sure.’

‘Can’t say for Ben, but I’ve been looking forward to this all week.’ Richard added, a wide smile splitting his young face.

‘Then you’ve got to take things really steady.’ Imogen told them. ‘Because I’m petrified.’

‘No problem.’ Ben pushed his dark hair away from his eyes. ‘Nobody’s in a rush, are they?’

‘Definitely not. I told you, take things very easily.’ Imogen looked from one to the other. ‘I’ve never done this before, so you must be careful. I mean it. It’s got to be at my pace.’

‘We’ve not done it before either.’ Ben told her ‘So we’ll all need to take things nice and slow.’

‘Good.’ Imogen drew a breath of pure relief. ‘Have you any preference about who goes where? And you know exactly what I mean.’

Richard smiled. ‘We figure that’s your choice.’

‘Then let’s get started.’ Imogen stood and waited for the men to do the same and then she led them into the hall and gestured upstairs. ‘Take the first door on the left and get ready, I’ll be there in a minute, I just need to talk to my friends.’

With the two men safely out of the way Imogen quietly called Helen and Kelly through into the dining room and booted up the laptops. As far as the men were concerned, they were going to watch soaps on the telly while they waited, but a couple of mouse clicks later and they were looking at Imogen’s bed from two different angles. The drama they were expecting to see would be far more exciting, they were sure.

‘Look.’ Imogen told her friends. ‘I don’t mind you watching, because I’ll feel more secure. But please don’t take the piss afterwards will you?’

‘Don’t be silly.’ Kelly assured her. ‘Why would we want to do that?’

‘I don’t know.’ Imogen admitted. ‘I know that having you both watching will add spice, but it’ll get spoiled if you take the mickey later on.’

‘We won’t, we swear.’ Helen promised. ‘Now, go and enjoy yourself, and if anything starts to go the slightest bit wrong just shout for us and we’ll be there in a flash.’

‘I’m sure it won’t, they seem nice enough lads.’ Imogen smiled suddenly. ‘And don’t you start doing things for yourself, hands on the table at all times.’

‘Go!’ Helen pointed at the door. ‘Go get yourself double fucked.’

‘I’ve gone, I’ve gone.’ Imogen raised her hands in surrender and headed for the stairs, leaving Helen and Kelly to turn their attention to the pictures on the laptops.

On the screens they could see Ben pulling his shirt over his head, and Richard sitting on the edge of the bed to remove his socks, both of them following Imogen’s request to get ready.

‘Do you think she’ll be all right?’ Kelly asked Helen. ‘I don’t mean safe, I mean will she enjoy it do you think?’

‘Yes, she’ll have the time of her life.’ Helen glanced across at Kelly. ‘When you’ve longed for something for so long and then it happens, it’s the biggest thrill you can imagine. I know when I let Brett spank me after wanting him to for ages it was so much hotter than I expected. I was really scared before we started, but god, he made me come like you wouldn’t believe. So yes, Imogen will be fine, you watch.’

‘Since when were you into spanking?’ Kelly asked all of a sudden, her eyes still carefully glued to the laptop screen. ‘You never said.’

‘You don’t know everything about me. I have to keep a few secrets you know, especially the bedroom ones.’

‘So it seems. Ah, here we go.’

Their attention was drawn back to events in the bedroom by Imogen’s voice coming from the laptops.

‘You’ll have to get me going before we try anything heavy. If I don’t get turned on enough there’s no way we do it, ok?’

Imogen was standing at the end of the bed, her back to one camera, undoing her belt. The two men were now both naked and sitting on the bed, one to either side.

‘That’s telling them.’ Helen grinned at Kelly.

‘Don’t blame her, you got to set the ground rules.’ Kelly smiled back, her friend’s frankness echoing her own from a few minutes before. ‘I just hope she doesn’t frighten them, they’re only young.’

‘They don’t look the sort to be intimidated that easily.’ Helen replied, watching her friend undress on the screens.

‘You know, for a big girl she’s got a nice bottom.’ Kelly remarked a minute or so later as Imogen bent down to remove her panties.

‘She’s not that big.’ Helen frowned.

In truth Imogen was more solidly built than overweight. She was certainly very attractive even with a full figure, large breasts, a slightly rounded stomach and heavy thighs. She carried her weight well, drawing admiring glances from a lot of men, and Kelly was right in one respect – she did have a nice bottom.

They watched as Imogen kicked her underwear to one side and climbed onto the bed, rolling onto her back and spreading her arms wide.

‘Come on then, you two. Let’s see what you can do for me.’

‘Wow.’ Kelly muttered as Richard sat beside her on the left and Ben on the right. ‘I expected her to be more nervous than that.’

‘Me too.’ Helen agreed. ‘She sure knows what she wants, doesn’t she?’

On the bed Imogen was spreading her legs for the two men to touch her, but both of them instead simply leaned over and planted their mouths over a large dark nipple each.

Helen giggled. ‘She’s not going to get it all her own way, is she?’

‘No.’ Kelly shook her head, smiling. ‘I think they’ve got a game plan of their own, don’t you?’

Imogen’s arms went around her partners’ shoulders and she closed her eyes, enjoying their attentions to her breasts. For a little while nothing happened and all her viewers could hear were Imogen’s breathing getting deeper and the occasional sucking noise of mouths on nipples, but then Helen noticed Richard’s hand slowly creeping down Imogen’s body. Imogen sighed quietly and wriggled her approval, trying to open her legs a little wider in readiness. She had, in fact, expected them to be less restrained and so things were going even slower than even she wanted.

‘Here they go.’ Helen giggled.

Imogen sighed again as Richard’s hand crept over her pubic mound and down onto her pussy, fingers finding their way between her labia to stroke her clit.

‘Oh, yes.’ She groaned, the sound coming clearly through the speakers. ‘I like that.’

Richard carried on playing there until Imogen was gripping tight onto his shoulder and her hips were gyrating slowly under the influence of her arousal, and then he moved down, finding her entrance and sliding two fingers straight into her. Her breathing was getting louder, interspersed with soft moans of pleasure. Through the camera Ben’s hand could be seen working its way unhurriedly down across her stomach to join Richard’s, fingertips skating lightly over her flesh.

Richard must have known what Ben was doing, for he moved his hand slightly to allow Ben access, so that both men were now busy with Imogen’s pussy as well as suckling at her breasts. Both seemed to be working to some prearranged plan, because without speaking they both steadily built up speed until Ben was strumming hard at her clit while Richard thrust deeply and forcefully in and out of her pussy.

Imogen was soon gripping tightly to their shoulders, her eyes squeezed shut and her pelvis lifting rhythmically from the bed, and gasping in time to their movements.

‘Slow down.’ She called out suddenly. ‘You’re making me come already.’

‘I don’t think they’re listening.’ Kelly whispered to Helen as they watched from the dining room.

Kelly was right, instead of slowing down both men redoubled there efforts, Ben’s fingers almost a blur and Richard slamming his hard and deep into Imogen’s vagina. Almost immediately she began to cry out, little gasping cries that became louder and more insistent until they merged into one long loud cry as her orgasm flooded through her. Imogen’s hips jerked and thrust and her clawed fingers drew furrows into both men’s shoulders as her head thrashed from side to side, but they had timed it perfectly and they slowed down just as Imogen’s orgasm declined, until they all lay still on the bed. Imogen was gasping for breath with Richard’s fingers still embedded inside her and Ben’s lying, stationary now, over the top of her pussy. It was a tableau that her audience savoured, gazing at the trio in a kind of awe that things had got that far so quickly.

‘You bastards.’ Imogen told her partners with a wry smile, her chest still heaving. ‘You were supposed to get me started, not finish me off.’

‘I’m sure you can take more yet.’ Richard raised an enquiring eyebrow and began to slowly push his fingers into Imogen’s tunnel.

She pushed him away and wriggled into a sitting position, closing her legs so that they could sit beside her. ‘Oh no! Not yet a while.’

‘You can come more than once, can’t you?’ Ben asked with a smile.

‘Yes, I can.’ Imogen answered. ‘But can you?’

‘Oh yes.’ Ben answered, still grinning. ‘How many times do you want?’

‘Don’t get cocky. If you can manage twice it’ll be enough.’ Imogen looked across at Richard. ‘What about you?’

‘Yes, no problem.’

‘Good. I want a good long fuck when we get there, but I want to play a bit first.’

With that Imogen shuffled down the bed and turned to face Richard, leaning on an elbow planted between his legs, as she grasped his very erect cock in her hand. For a few seconds she seemed to inspect it, rolling his long foreskin back and forth and then stroking along his shaft, but then she leaned over a bit more and took it into her mouth. His gasp of happy surprise came clearly through to the dining room and the two women there smiled conspiratorially.

‘Is she trying to take the edge off them because they’re young, do you think?’ Kelly guessed.

‘I think so, and knowing how quickly teenagers can shoot their loads it’s probably a good idea.’ Helen nodded.

In the bedroom Imogen was busy, her head bobbing up and down on Richard’s cock while her hand massaged his balls. She was trying hard to make him come, and from the intense pleasure on his face it was not going to take long. She was conscious of his hand hovering over her head as if he wanted to grab her hair and force her down onto him but daren’t. After a few minutes he gave up the idea and instead just rested his hand on her shoulder.

She would have resisted anyway. The feel of the hard swollen head of his cock filling her mouth was one she wanted to enjoy for as long as it took to make him shoot cum down her throat. She shuddered a little at this thought, looking forward to that first spurt and hoping it would be a good mouthful.

On the laptop showing the view from the bottom of the bed Kelly and Helen could see that Imogen was softly scratching Richard’s scrotum, her fingernail running lightly from his perineum upwards, while the other showed the result, a red face with clenched teeth and screwed up eyes as he squirmed with pleasure. He had one hand clutching Imogen’s shoulder and the other grabbing desperately at the bed sheets, while his hips moved to meet her mouth as it slid down his shaft. Meanwhile Ben looked hungrily over Imogen’s back and hoped that it would be his turn next.

Imogen could feel the pressure building in Richard’s balls and the little involuntary twitches that made his cock jerk in her mouth. She sucked even harder, wanting to feel his cum spurt into her mouth before she took another load in a different part of her body.

‘Oh fuck!’

It was a strange, rather regretful exclamation, but with that Richard pushed up with his hips and his climax exploded into Imogen’s mouth, the first spurt almost filling it, making her swallow frantically to make way for more. The next several spurts were as big, but Imogen coped, swallowing everything he could give her, and then milking his rapidly shrinking cock when he had finished to be sure of getting the last wonderful thick droplets of cum.

‘Do you think you can match that?’ She turned to Ben, leaving Richard sprawled spent and gasping.

‘Try me.’ He answered with the cockiness of youth.

‘Oh, I intend to.’ She leaned over him as she had Richard and began to run her hand up and down his shaft. ‘But I think maybe I’ll just look at you for a bit.’

For a moment Ben didn’t understand what she meant, but then a quick expression of disappointment flitted across his face.

‘Bet I taste nicer than Richard.’ He remarked, trying to persuade Imogen to blow him.

‘Do you think so?’ Imogen asked with a knowing smile, her fingers sliding along the length of his cock. ‘If you’re good then perhaps we’ll find out.’

A smile settled on his face as the implications sank in, but Imogen kept on stroking his cock, speeding up her action and showing no signs of wanting to blow him. In fact, she wanted to get him as close as possible before sucking him, and this for no other reason than she wanted to see if she could time it right.

Very soon he was as red faced and tense as Richard had been, his eyes closed and his mouth formed into a grimace of concentration. That was the point Imogen was waiting for and she quickly leaned down and closed her mouth over the top of his cock, her head bobbing up and down and carrying on where her hand had left off.

‘I’m coming.’

After that single whisper of warning Ben’s voice turned into a long drawn out growl that became more of a gasp as he finally threw his head back and jerked forward, the first gush of cum spraying into Imogen’s mouth. She moaned her pleasure around his shaft, not so much from the quantity of his cum, but from the force with which it spurted into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and almost sliding down into her stomach of is own accord. Several other powerful spurts squirted into her mouth, each one greeted with that same approval, before slowly his orgasm subsided and, like Richard before him, he slumped back, wheezing and sweating and looking totally spent.

‘I hope she hasn’t worn them out.’ Kelly whispered to Helen, instinctively keeping her voice down even from one floor below.

‘I doubt it.’ Helen shook her head. ‘You know what randy young men are like, at it again in next to no time.’

Imogen, of course, did not hear her friends’ remarks, but she was thinking much the same thing, and hoping her judgment was correct. It would, she thought, be a disaster if she’d taken all they had to give. And there was another reason behind her actions. She smiled down at the two young men and explained.

‘Now, after you do what you’ve come for, I can always say I’ve had all three holes used in one session.’ She chuckled at their surprise.

‘We thought you’d just done that to make things last longer.’ Ben told her.

‘That too.’ Imogen nodded, rolling onto her back. ‘Now, how about returning the favour?’

Ben was still trying to get his breath back, but Richard had recovered enough to be interested and moved around to kneel between her outstretched legs, at the same time unknowingly showing his behind and the back of his balls to the two women watching from downstairs.

‘God, but he’s got a hairy crack!’ Kelly giggled softly, gazing at the laptop screen.

‘That’s okay, isn’t it?’ Helen asked. ‘I don’t know about you, but I quite like hairy men.’

‘Right now I think I’d settle for any man.’ Kelly wriggled in her chair. ‘I’ve not had a good shag since Luke walked out, and this is beginning to get to me.’

‘You’ve not completely gone without.’ Helen reminded her. ‘You told me you’ve had your fingers if nothing else.’

‘Yeah, but it’s not the same is it? You have no idea how much I miss having a good hard cock up me.’

Helen chortled to herself at Kelly’s rueful admission and then settled to watch as Richard bent forward to place his mouth over Imogen’s pussy, the two cameras affording differing but complimentary views.

He might have been comparatively young, but Richard clearly knew what he was about. At first he simply explored Imogen’s folds, running his tongue and lips all around her, probing and licking, nuzzling and nibbling at her until she began to groan with pleasure. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and lapped at the very tip, his tongue flicking it faster and faster.

‘That’s so good.’ Imogen told him a little breathlessly, looking down the length of her body to watch into his upturned eyes, and smiling as one of them gave a slow and sexy wink.

Beside her Ben was also beginning to show interest again, propping himself on one elbow to watch. Imogen smiled at him, pleased that his cock was already beginning to twitch and unfurl as his urge returned.

She reached out with one arm and pulled him to her, turning her head to kiss him, realising at the same time that this was the first kiss she had given either of them and thinking inconsequentially that she’d never had both sets of her lips kissed at the same time before. She found it a very erotic and slightly kinky sensation, and it lit the fuse for her second orgasm.

It was a quick sharp climax, lacking the long slow build up of a really devastating orgasm, but still making her grip hold of Richard’s head with her free hand and to pull Ben closer into a one arm embrace with the other as all of her muscles tensed up. She couldn’t kiss Ben at the same time as climaxing, it was too sudden and too intense for that, but she held him tight, gasping quick little exhalations into his ear as she pushed her pussy up to Richard’s mouth.

‘Phew, that was good.’ She exclaimed, releasing her grip on both young men and relaxing back onto the bed before looking at each to find two solid erections looking back at her. ‘Now I’m ready for it, what about you two?’

This time she meant the double penetration that she had longed to experience and for which the evening had been arranged, and a smile of excitement spread across her face as both of her partner’s nodded their enthusiastic agreement.

‘Very ready.’ Richard still had the shine of her juices around his mouth.

‘Lie down then.’ She told him, shuffling out of his way and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Richard lay on his back, the big smile on his face revealing his eagerness, and watched Imogen make herself ready. She reached over to her bedside table, sliding the little drawer open and taking out the lube she had put there earlier.

‘Come here a minute.’ She instructed Ben, holding the lubricant ready until he came and stood before her.

She squeezed a large blob of lube into her palm and closed her hand over his cock, sliding it up and down the length until she was satisfied that he was covered completely and then reaching for the towel to wipe her hands clean.

‘Right.’ She climbed back onto the bed to straddle Richard, handing the tube of lubricant to Ben. ‘Here goes. Use that on me when I sit on Richard, and make sure I’m really well lubed up, okay?’

Ben nodded in mute excitement and watched as she knelt and guided Richard’s cock into her pussy, lowering herself until he was completely inside her. She looked around and nodded at Ben before crouching over Richard, bent double with her anus openly available.

‘I’m ready.’ She told him.

Ben squeezed some lube onto two fingers and then, rather tentatively, began to spread it around her anus, being extra careful not to touch Richard’s cock as it disappeared into her pussy. He had never touched a man’s cock and had no real wish to start now.

‘Oh yes, that’s right.’ She told him. ‘Now push some inside me.’

Ben looked at her bottom and carefully placed a fingertip at her rear entrance, pushing and screwing slightly until it went in.

‘That’s it. Wiggle it around and make sure I’m really slippery.’

He pressed a little more, feeling his finger slide inside her and, to his dismay, feeling the shaft of Richard’s cock through the thin walls separating Imogen’s two passages. That was something he hadn’t considered when he’s agreed to do this thing, and he wondered if he really could push his cock in there, knowing that he would feel another cock lying alongside it.

He wiggled his finger round as she had requested, coating Imogen inside and out and feeling Richard thrust involuntarily as he did so. Quickly he pulled his finger out and moved in behind her, his knees straddling Richard’s thighs. He was torn between his desire to try something so kinky and his natural reluctance to be so closely involved with another man. Still, he reassured himself, there was something female between the two, no matter how thin the membranes were. He presented the tip of his cock to her anus and pressed gently.

‘Yes.’ Imogen gave her consent, pressing back a little against him as much as Richard’s presence would allow.

Imogen’s sphincter was instinctively trying to keep him out, and he had to push a lot harder than he had expected before it relented and let him pass, the head of his cock entering Imogen’s rectum suddenly and effortlessly once the resistance from that little muscle was overcome. She let out a little strangled gasp as if of pain. He stopped himself from thrusting straight into her and paused with his cock just inside her, waiting for her consent to continue.

‘All right?’ He asked.

She glanced back over her shoulder. ‘Yes, fine. I’m not used to this, just give me a moment.’

All three of them remained still until Imogen nodded. ‘I’m fine now. Push all the way in, but take it slowly.’

The instruction was primarily aimed at Ben, but Richard also pushed up, burying himself deep inside her at the same time, until both cocks were entirely inside the two holes. Imogen gasped and then gave a little moan of total enjoyment.

‘Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long.’

‘Is it nice?’ Richard asked, his mouth close to her ear.

‘Better than I ever believed. Jesus, I feel so full.’

For a few seconds they remained in tableau, none of them moving but just enjoying the sensations instead.

‘Hold still, I just need to do it myself for a minute.’ Imogen instructed her lovers, and began rocking back and forth slowly so that both cocks slid in and out of her.

‘It’s beautiful.’ She whispered, casting a glance at the camera beside the bed to let her audience know how she felt.

‘Have you ever done it?’ Kelly asked Helen, unable to take her eyes from the erotic images on the laptops.

Helen shook her head. ‘I’ve done anal, but I’ve never tried two at once.’

‘I’ve not even done that.’ Kelly shrugged sadly, and then shot a quick sidelong glance at Helen. ‘But looking at that, I might just give it a go.’

Helen smiled without speaking as they watched Imogen swaying back and forth, not quite able to see her penetrated holes from the angles of the two cameras, but able to see enough to imagine the sensations themselves. Ben was knelt behind her over Richard, nearly squatting on his haunches to be at the right level and holding onto her hips to guide her, while Imogen herself had hooked her hands under Richard’s arms and was gripping onto his shoulders to keep herself in place, letting Richard wrap his arms around her and hold her that way. Helen watched her friend and smiled again, happy that Imogen was experiencing her fantasy at last.

Imogen was going a little faster as she became accustomed to having the two men inside her and more certain that she wouldn’t come to any harm, but the effort of moving in such an unusual position was beginning to tell on her leg muscles. Secure now, she wanted the men to do the work.

‘Now you fuck me.’ She told them, stopping her movements and kneeling in anticipation. ‘You can fuck me like this as hard as you like.’

Ben immediately started to thrust hard into her, gripping tightly onto her hips he plunged his cock deep into her rectum, ramming his pubes up against her bottom and making her squeal with delighted surprise.

‘Oh yes.’ She told them contentedly. ‘That’s it. Right up me.’

Ben pulled back, withdrawing his cock until he was tantalisingly close to coming out altogether, and then thrust it right back in, once again slamming himself against her. Meanwhile Richard lay still with his cock deep inside her pussy, waiting for Ben to establish a regular rhythm so that he could join in, and at the same time taking illicit enjoyment at feeling his friend’s cock sliding past his through the thin walls between Imogen’s twin passages. Then, as soon as Ben had settled into a regular pattern he began to thrust upwards, stabbing little thrusts into Imogen’s pussy, the angle and depth governed by her position above him but enough to make him grin with enjoyment.

For Imogen the difference between her two lovers was making her feel ecstatic. Long hard pushes from Ben, so deep into her rectum that she wondered how long his cock had become, and short sharp jolts from Richard from underneath, the angle of which caused his cock to bang wonderfully on the walls of her vagina, his timing almost always catching Ben’s cock as it slid past. She had dreamed of this for years, of having two men filling her, fucking her together, and it had so been worth the wait. She felt a fleeting regret that she didn’t have a third cock to suck on, but then she shook the idea from her mind, propped herself up on her elbows and just let herself be fucked.

It didn’t take long for the two cocks to work their magic, and soon Imogen felt the smouldering heat of a second orgasm begin to build.

‘Don’t stop.’ She gasped. ‘What ever you do, don’t stop. I think I’m going to come.’

There was no ‘think’ about it. Her orgasm grew rapidly nearer and stronger, until, with a long animalistic wail, Imogen climaxed again. But even as her climax created chaos in her mind, she couldn’t help but notice that this was no ordinary orgasm. It was deeper, much more intense and very sudden. Almost as if it had detonated from the tip of Ben’s cock right inside her bowels and the pleasure had swept outwards like the pressure wave of an explosion, coursing along the pathways of her nervous system until it reached her extremities, making her curl her toes and clench her fingers, only for her to find that, just as that wave dies away, a new one flooded through her from inside her pelvis. Wave after fabulous wave went through her and her body went into spasm, jerking backwards as each wave hit, her muscles fighting each other so that her normally soft arms and legs were rigid with tension.

A cry from Richard made her realise that she had bitten unknowingly into him deeply enough to leave bright red tooth marks just at the base of his neck, the sharp noise penetrating the fuzz of her brain enough for her to mumble an apology even as she tensed from yet another wave of ecstasy.

‘I’ve come.’ She panted as her orgasm finally died away. ‘And that was fucking fantastic.’

The two men slowed their movements until they came to a regretful halt, leaving their cocks buried inside her for the moment, but expecting to have to wait before they could continue – if they could continue.

‘No!’ Imogen exclaimed. ‘Don’t stop.’

Ben began to thrust again, but slowly.

‘Keep going, hard.’ She told them. ‘Don’t stop until you come. I want to feel you shoot your loads into me. And I think I might get there again yet.’

‘But we thought you’d finished.’ Richard told her in some confusion.

‘Doesn’t matter.’ She assured him. ‘I don’t care. I want you both to come inside me and I’ll keep going until you do.’

Ben nodded at Richard from over her shoulder, and they began once more to plunge into her, returning easily to the rhythm they had used before.

‘Oh, that is so fucking sexy.’

Nobody, maybe not even Imogen herself, was sure if she meant either one or possibly both of the cocks inside her. Every time they thrust into her she let out a little groan, not of pain but of pure fulfilment. Her hands were still hooked under Richard’s shoulders and she set herself now just to let them fuck her to a climax, her body still throbbing beautifully and contentedly from her own orgasm. Maybe she would come again, and maybe she wouldn’t. It didn’t matter now; all she needed to complete the experience was to feel their spunk pumping into her.

They were still keeping in time, Richard fucking up into her pussy with his short sharp thrusts and Ben still sliding deep into her rectum with long steady pushes, and now that she had come she was able to appreciate the difference. Most especially she was able to enjoy Ben fucking her arse. She had never tried it before and had expected it to be something to tolerate rather than enjoy, but the sensation was wonderful, different but wonderful, not uncomfortable in the slightest. And as for feeling two cocks inside her at once, that was beyond words. It simply magnified the sensations generated by each man, letting each compliment and build on the other. She was more than content to let them fuck her until her arse finally became too sore, and she was surprised her enjoyment of anal sex was lasting so well.

Not lasting quite so well was Richard. He was holding onto her more tightly and Imogen could feel his thrusts becoming a little uncoordinated, his cock head twitching inside her. He was on the verge of coming.

‘That’s it.’ She whispered encouragement in his ear. ‘Come inside me. Let me feel you shoot right up me, give me all of it.’

‘I’m going to.’ He replied urgently, his fingers digging into her back.

‘Do it then. Don’t hold back. Do it now!’

‘Oh god, I’m coming.’

He groaned into her ear and rammed himself hard up her, the head of his cock jerking as the first spurt of his climax flooded into her. He was no longer in control, his thrusts erratic and untimed, so that he pushed in to spurt more cream inside her regardless of Ben’s still regular thrusts, the conflicting movements lighting Imogen’s fire once more.

But soon his balls were empty and he lay limply under her, gasping for his breath and with his skin shining with sweat, and with his cock slowly deflating inside her.

But even this helped to bring Imogen closer to coming once again. She idea that she had worn out one of her lovers but still had one to go was stimulating her greatly, making her feel dominant and in control. She was sure that she could feel his come inside her, trickling past his shrinking shaft and wetting her slit. Finally he slipped from her, hastened on his way by Ben’s increasingly forceful thrusts, and he lay below her with his damp and flaccid cock lying defeated against her stomach. Smiling to herself she tried to dismiss Richard from her thoughts and concentrate on Ben, willing him on to harder and faster thrusts into her rectum.

‘Come on Ben.’ She urged him, trying to look over her shoulder at him. ‘Fuck me harder. Shoot up my arse and you’ll make me come again.’

She had an instant and correct feeling that she had probably just shocked her two friends watching from below, but she didn’t care, she needed to verbalise her need. And in any case, her encouragement had worked, for Ben was now plunging into her harder and faster, so hard that his belly was audibly slapping against the cheeks of her rounded bottom, and she felt a twinge of concern for her wellbeing. But her new climax was rapidly approaching and she pushed all thoughts of physical damage to once side and surrendered to the sensations.

‘I’m gonna come.’ Ben groaned a warning, pushing himself as deep as he could get.

‘So am I.’ Imogen responded, holding herself rigid to take him all inside her.

‘It’s going to happen.’

Imogen didn’t need telling, she could feel his movements slowing but becoming much more potent, his cock being ground every last centimetre into her so that it could release his cream as far into her bowels as humanly possible. She was glad, she wanted him to come deep inside her, to fill her passage so that she could feel it trickling out of her long after they had gone. She pushed back – and exploded into her orgasm.

She had no real idea when Ben actually climaxed, except that it was sometime during the waves of ecstasy that rolled though her one after the other, each powerful enough to obliterate anything beyond that searing, crushing pleasure. All she knew was that when it was done, and she knelt trying to clear her head and gasping for breath, Ben had collapsed behind her and lay panting across her back, his trembling hand draped over her shoulder. That he really had come was evident from both his exhaustion and the rapidly shrivelling cock that she could feel still, just about, lodged in her backside, although she had a vague recollection of his cock bucking and surging inside her. It was wonderful that she and he had come together, but somehow she had wanted to be more aware, more in control when he had released his cream inside her – and there was no way that either of them could dream of repeating the experience this time.

Downstairs Helen and Kelly watched wide eyed as the threesome separated themselves out to lie side by side, shocked but happy at the intensity of what they had witnessed.

‘You know.’ Kelly began cautiously. ‘I get the feeling Imogen might have enjoyed that.’

‘You know.’ Helen replied with a smile. ‘I get the feeling you could possibly be right.’

‘And I’ll tell you what.’ Kelly turned to face Helen, ignoring the screen for the moment. ‘I am so fucking randy now you wouldn’t believe. Having just watched Imogen get fucked I could do with a good seeing to myself.’

‘You and me both. But that’s not what we’re here for.’ Helen shrugged resignedly.

The two women fell silent, wrapped in their own frustrated thoughts.

‘Okay, back to the lounge.’ Helen interrupted suddenly to indicate the laptops, where she could see that in the bedroom Imogen and her partners were stirring, searching for clothes. ‘We were supposed to be in there watching the telly, remember.’

They closed down the laptops and scuttled back to the lounge, to be sitting innocently watching some mundane program when the others returned.

‘I can tell by your face that everything went well.’ Kelly giggled at Imogen, maintaining the deception.

‘Well?’ Imogen exclaimed. ‘It was absolutely fantastic, and I’ve got a favour to ask.’

‘Oh yes?’ Kelly cocked her head questioningly. ‘What favour?’

‘Would you bring Richard and Ben again? You know, escort them again so that my neighbours don’t get suspicious?’

‘I see.’ Helen laughed. ‘Going in for a second bout, eh?’

‘Too right. You don’t mind, do you?’

‘No, of course we don’t.’ Kelly told her. ‘But it’s on one condition.’

‘What’s that?’

‘That I can borrow them myself sometime.’

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