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Jenny had wanted this for so long. She once told me why she got her first "second dildo." Just so she could pump it inside her ass while she churned the other gently inside her pussy. Straddling a firm pillow, riding both toys, leaning her soft shoulders against the wall above her low headboard in her bedroom, safe and in private. Her other hand tickling her fully aroused clitoris. Imagining the man on the bottom, cock filling her plump vagina, moving his fingertips against wet clit, hopefully as good or better than Jenny could do it. The cool of the wall against her cheek, closed eyes, imagining more. Male hands, oiled or baby-powdered, all over her thighs, boobs, and ass; all of which turned her on too-- to look at their curves and indulge in their scents.

My good friend and former MFM partner, James, (he left NYC) had met Jenny at a party and discussions meandered to me-- and three. He described how he and I co-create MFM threesomes: major teamwork, all for her, neverending cock and consideration, four strong arms and soft confident hands. Masters at patience and anal sex for women, and a understanding of when to rub clit and when to let her do it (or vibrate it) without missing a beat. Jenny got his energy and sincerity and said yes. Couldn't wait. Jenny's a very confident amazon of a woman. Six feet tall, long powerful curvy legs, super-curly long and thick brunette hair, a thick and sex-fragrant bush to match, little nose, big hazel and golden eyes, strong back, ample and gravity defying C cups. Oh yes, and chick abs. Just a little, from all her working out. She's a karate student. Maybe why she was so quick to walk into a bedroom with two men. No meeting me over coffee, nothing. She had a feeling and a huge hardon to make her fantasy a reality of the best quality.

When Jenny walked into James' bedroom with him, she found me already there. Barefoot and dressed in black.

"Hello, Jenny. Welcome to your fantasy."

She had a confidence mixed with a voracious I can't wait for this energy. She smiled huge, that smile that means she liked what she saw. She went straight to the point, in words to the effect of:

"Eric? Are you going to make love to my ass with your cock while James does the same to my pussy? Tell me what else you're going to do."

"Well, aren't you the take command kind of woman?" I stepped up, my face in hers, our bodies less than a half inch apart. Her bra-free nipples touching my chest under her little tee-shirt. It was a hot summer night afterall.

I looked at James behind her, saw him step up just as close to her muscled ass. I saw his shoulders move and when they stopped, Jenny's eyes closed and mouth fell loose. I had the sudden instinct to palm her tight jeans-covered groin. I pressed. Slowly, over and over, like the hot spot under my hand and between her thighs was a big supple button. I felt James' hand slide between us and hold her lower belly, between the navel and the top of her triangle would be. My other hand went up her stomach between her breasts to her neck and stopped lightly against her throat. Cupping it. Jenny's eyes stayed closed and I felt a shift in her. A yielding. An opening. Relief at being able to let go of control with these two warm and sexy gentlemen. I remember turning my hand to its side and sliding it down under her sex to where her pussy and anus would meet. It was very warm down there and getting warmer. I felt James' fingers brush against mine here and there. He was firmly and with wide spirals massaging Jenny's rosebud between her round cheeks.

I taught him that one. How making the circles bigger or smaller would do different things to a woman's anal pleasure. I made a fist and pulled straight up against her pussy. Hard. Which was perfect considering how unyielding her jeans were. I closed my other hand's grip slowly around her throat and took a forward-stance looking position when Jenny put her hands against me. Then both of them squeezing my package in the front of my loose black summer pants. My dick finished growing to maximum from her kneading and squeezing. She stroked its length going up one side of my pants leg and moaned her deep toned in command moan that meant how much she wanted it. Later James and I would both hear her higher toned sex moans. The ones she'd make after coming hard. Her first orgasm of the night; which to some women creates an extra euphoric, little happiness at the fact that she's in the hands and at the cocks of men who can, and want, to make her come and help her come.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form,
because many of
us need only read of an example of what really is possible. It so often
lights a desire to "Want to do that. Feel that." A want to learn how to
have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe
for the
first time in their lives. I also intend to present to my readers the
reality of sex at any level of sophistication. I'm a sex life
consultant. I teach and I do.

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