more leisurely, and soon the joint efforts of both Brett’s and my lips, tongues, and occasional teeth had Michelle groaning with pleasure.

I slid down to her pussy and ran my tongue around inside it, tasting the sharp, somewhat acrid juices there, but finding something else there, too – a hint of a funky, earthy, male smell that could only be Brett. I thought there was a slight taste of leftover semen but, never having sampled Brett’s (not yet, at any rate), I couldn’t be sure. It tasted good to me, though.

My not-inconsiderable rod was standing straight up, but Brett’s was like the Washington Monument – tall as the sky and hard as stone. I knelt between Michelle’s thighs and pulled her up off the bed against my chest, and lifted her pink cunt-lips over the tip of my dick I lowered her down on it a bit, and saw Brett grinning wolfishly at me from the side. I said “Brett, man, we’re going to try something new – I saw this in a magazine. While I’ve got the front door, you slide in the back!”

Brett looked puzzled, as most jocks do most of the time, but then he ‘got it’, and he sat up behind her, with his manly member swaying at the crack of her tiny ass. I had my hands on her hips, and was pumping her slowly up and down on my cock-pole, when he saw his chance to edge his own cock into her backside. She had been looking dreamy, with her eyes half-closed, as she humped up and down on my shaft, but when the double-entry began, her eyes opened wide, and she started to gasp and squeak, little mouse-like cries of “Oh! Oh! I never! Oh! (and finally) Oh! Yes! God! Yes! Oh!”

We pumped her like this for a good long time, our strong male bodies working both sides of her like an oil derrick, each stroke timed perfectly. I swore I could feel Brett’s cock running down her ass just as I was running up her cunt, and my secret vision of the tip of my dick sliding along the underside of his cock turned me on all the more. She was screaming by now, and I had my hands on Brett’s big, broad, muscular shoulders, while he had his strong, rough, callused hands clamped to my clinching asscheeks. She was flopping around between us like a rag doll, but we were both all business, and were fucking with ferocious intensity. Brett was staring at me, too, with an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite figure out, one minute fierce, the next minute gloating.

Her screams of pleasure finally devolved into one long howl as she orgasmed, and her spasmodic tightenings of her twat caused me to shoot ropes of my own semen as far up her as they would go. This brought Brett off too, and he added his own husky roars to the general din of three hot young people in the throes of raunchy, wanton sex.

We all three collapsed back