Pounding Patty's Cakes

While this is a straight sex story, it does allude to bisexuality existing and has some incidental touching, so if that's a problem for you, move along.

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Patty and I never really broke up. Like a lot of friends-with-benefits situations, we just went our separate ways. We had fun together and when our jobs and our families and our own relationships got in the way, it was no hard feelings. It was one of the more refreshing relationships of my adult life. It was a perfect situation to get into and out of to celebrate my mid-twenties. It was proof we could both be mature enough to get together and to come apart without all the usual heartache--oh, and with lots of sex, in between.

Never forget all the sex.

Patty was a lot of fun. She wasn't the craziest person I'd ever been with, but she was cool and she was fun and she loved to fuck. She also lived across the street. Very hard to argue with after a long night of partying to only have to walk a hundred feet after the requisite "What are you doing right now?"

Still, we hadn't spoken in months since then. Probably hadn't even had sex in twice as long. It was a welcome surprise when I read the text out of the blue.

"Hey! Long time, no see. Come on out. It's my birthday. I'm going out with some friends to get some drinks. You should come by. You can meet my new boyfriend!"

Boyfriend? That was a development. Not an unexpected one. It wasn't like life stopped outside of my bedroom. Besides, it was the 21st century. Who am I to get uptight about meeting your fuckbuddy's current beau?

"Does he want to meet me?" I asked.

"He knows all about you. You're not jealous, are you?"

"No. He's not jealous, is he?"

"No. Should he be?"

"Alright, alright. Twist my arm. I'll be there. What time?"

It would good to see her again, because there was a reason I liked hanging out with her in the first place (again, the sex didn't hurt at all). Then again, it wasn't as if we ever called each other without sex being the main purpose. Prove to the square community that friends-with-benefits could be just regular friends. If nothing else, I wanted to prove my bohemian bona fides. With that said, before I left, I put a couple of condoms in my pocket. Could be Patty had some cool friends.

I'd met Patty about five years ago on Tinder. As it turns out, she literally lived across the street from me. It made the whole friends-with-benefits thing that much harder to resist. Even we she moved across town, we stayed in touch and we'd see each other, maybe for a movie, maybe to get some drinks, but always, definitely to bone. She was a year or two younger than me, college-educated, gainfully employed, and Filipina, with a cute nose and this great smile. Then there was her body, which was just absolutely banging. Exactly my type. She had one of the biggest butts I'd ever been with and she had a rack to match. She was just chubby enough to accentuate all the curves she had and, as a bonus, I always made her work up a sweat. It made me feel like I'd accomplished something every time I made her come. While we both got older and put on more weight, every pound she had put on just seemed to accentuate her curves. She was this Asian fertility goddess. Whoever her boyfriend was, he was a lucky man. While I hadn't seen her in years, I would put good money on her butt hadn't gotten any smaller.

I mean, sure, I'd met filthier people since then--crazier ones, too--but there was something nice about having somebody so solid, so reliable, even if we both knew that we weren't right for each other. I guess that's what friendship is.

I turned the corner and saw Julie's ahead of me. Julie's was a sports bar, for lack of a better term, but it was big and I'd gone there enough times that I could scam free drinks off of the bartenders that liked me. In spite of them never playing the right games on the TVs, it was a solid neighborhood bar. The perfect vibe to meet your old FWB and their new boyfriend.

There she was at the far end of the patio with a group of people I didn't know. She wore a sundress and a cardigan and these big earrings that she always wore (I remembered she left a pair of them at my place once and I had forgotten to get them back to her). She waved at me. I waved back. Next to her was what looked like her man. He was cute and Asian and looked to be about the same age as us. His hair was dark and short, which, I gotta say, matched the rest of him. He had a good tan on him and even from this distance, he looked like a guy who didn't mind taking off his shirt. They were a cute couple.

"Jay!" she shouted. "Over here!"

I made my way over to the two of them. It looked like they'd started without me.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey yourself. This is Rick."

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you."

It was.

Other than the Clippers game on, it was a hell of a time. Rick worked for an aerospace company and he was into a lot of the same bullshit that I was into, which was funny, because Patty and I had just about opposite tastes, except in what we liked in the bedroom. He liked rap and rock and if he didn't know about the foreign films I liked, he had at least heard of them. Same things for all the stuff he talked about. Another funny thing, unlike Patty, Rick grew up nearby. He was a few years younger than me, though, so we never quite ran with the same crowds. It was a small world.

I chatted with a few of her friends. Some good people. A nice mix of work friends and school friends and just random people. There was Shauna and her boyfriend Andrew and Cheryl and a few others. They all seemed like decent people, but none of them quite seemed like the type to go home with a near stranger. No sweat. That wasn't why I went out anyways.

Eventually I drifted back to Patty and Rick. Too many new faces. If I wasn't going to get laid, I could at least play catch up with my old friend.

"So, what's it like being a cougar?" I asked her. Rick looked kind of stunned, so I moved to high five him. "Way to snag a MILF, bro."

He laughed too. He was a good guy, this Rick.

Eventually, though, we got to the bit question that was hanging over the entire evening:

"Shots?" I asked.

"You're paying?" Patty asked me back.

"I said shots, didn't I?"

Joke's on them, the bartender had comped them. I gave him a wink and a ten dollar tip and walked it back to them. The party was starting to thin out. Some of them had work the next day and the older people couldn't hang. Me, I only had a fifteen minute walk, I decided I'd keep pushing. Close out the bar. Why not, right? I sat down next to Patty, with Rick on the other side with her in between us. Our hips touched as I sat down.

"What are we drinking to?" Rick asked.

"To old friends," I said.

"And new friends," she said.

It was like we never stopped hanging out. That was when I felt the hand on my knee.

"Bottoms up," I said. She squeezed my thigh. I was definitely drunk.

There was a reason the shots were free. We washed them down with whatever we had left of our old drinks and talked a while longer. Eventually all of her friends had filtered out and it was just the three of us. The bartenders had turned off the TVs. I checked my watch and I realized, Jesus, it really was time to go. Mission accomplished, I guess. I stood up to wish them both a good night, when Patty leaned over.

"Where you going?" she asked.

"Home," I said.

"We're going to keep partying."

I looked at the bar. Besides a gaggle of girls waiting by the bathroom, only the bartenders were left. "Where?"

"My place."

It was about as far away from Julie's as my own place was. I did the math in my head and figured fuck it. "Okay. Why not?"

"Let's go."

Rick had to go to the bathroom first, so we told him we'd meet outside. I waved bye to my favorite bartender and the two of us headed out to wait for Rick. We stood out on the sidewalk as cars drove by and the wind blew against us. She pushed her hair behind her ear.

"I didn't even ask you all the big questions," she said.

"Which ones are those?"

"Like how's your dating life?"

"It's complicated."

"Complicated good or complicated bad?"

"Good. I'm playing the field, you know." Which was true. It had always been true. One of the reasons we split off was because we wanted very different things. Patty, for as fun as she was, was still pretty square. She wanted a boyfriend and when the timing was right, the house and the marriage and the kids and all that. I wanted to see multiple people at the same time and do group stuff and go to parties and generally be a massive slut. We were just running in different lanes and that was fine, because we knew that when we got together. As much as this was her checking in on me, I knew what she was actually asking for. She wanted to hear about all my adventures. Tea was tea, even if it was from an ex.

I smiled and shrugged. "Oh, you know me. I'm keeping busy."

"With how many people?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"That's why I'm asking."

"I'm not seeing somebody right now, but it's real casual. I'm talking to people and I've got a date coming up this week, which should be good."

"Men or women?" she asked with a grin.

"Both."

She shook her head. She looked into the bar. Rick was still waiting in line, it seemed. She rubbed her arms. It was pretty chilly. "I'm cold," she said.

"Alright, here," I said. I took off my jacket and I put it around her.

I must have betrayed how much I actually needed the jacket, because she immediately came in with an "Aren't you cold?"

I was, but I was a big, strong man. "I'm fine."

"Shut up. Come here."

She wrapped her arms around my back and I put my arms over her shoulders. We faced each other. I felt her big tits against my chest. I felt her stomach against mine. Her face turned towards the bar and my head resting against the side of hers. I could smell her shampoo over her perfume. Flowers and vanilla. For a second we stood there, staying warm, and I thought about what might have been. We might have been intimate, but we were never romantic. Part of me wondered if that was because I didn't put in the work. I'll never know, I figured. That was part of my lifestyle that I had, for the most part. If you want some things, you can't have other things. Still, though, it was nice to be half-drunk, holding a beautiful woman.

I think she could feel me react to it. She didn't move. When Rick came out of the bar, he didn't react at all. He was either too drunk to notice or too drunk to care. Either way, I moved my hand away. Fun was fun and it didn't have to be any more than that. If he was in my position, I wouldn't begrudge him either. He was all smiles.

"You want to get out of here?" he asked.

"Sure thing," I said.

He grabbed her hand and I grabbed the other off we went. I was still telling myself I was imagining things. I was drunk. She was drunk. Rick was drunk. Fun was fun and we were going to get back to her place, I was going to drink a White Claw or two and I was going to call it a night.

It started raining about half of the way there. We broke into a full-blown run. The three of us started laughing and racing and goofing around. Suddenly it wasn't cold any more. We were just three people running through the raindrops, trying not to get wet. Sometimes I had my arm around her. Sometimes her boyfriend did. Sometimes we both did. Like we said when we did the shots: New friends and old friends.

We were soaked to the bone when we got to her apartment complex. It was in this apartment complex that was built in the 1960's and faced out into a central courtyard, complete with palm trees and a pool that I don't think I'd seen anybody swim in even once. We passed by kids toys that littered the lawn. I did my best not to try to jump in one of the tricycles to see if I could make it go. If the lawn hadn't been wet, I might have.

We stumbled into her apartment just short of soaking wet. We took off our shoes inside and Rick made a beeline for the dryer, while Patty disappeared to go get some towels. He came out about half a minute later in only his boxers. Because I was still soaking wet, I felt like the dumb one. He moved over to the liquor cabinet and started pulling out bottles

"What do you want?" Rick asked.

"Anything with a lot of ice," I said.

"One ice on the rocks coming up," he said and went to work.

The kitchen was behind a wall and you couldn't see into the living room. In all the years I'd been in and out here, the only thing that had changed were her roommates. She had one of those wood rain frogs on her shelf. I took the little baton on and rain it across its back. It was just then that Patty came out with the towels. What I hadn't expected was her wearing a bathrobe. It was a big fluffy one. Thank God. Otherwise, I'd have thought she was making a move. I gave the frog back his baton.

"Babe, where's the bitters?" Rick asked from the kitchen.

"Check the fridge," she said as she made her way to me.

"I tried the fridge."

"Try again!" she shouted. She turned to me. "My roommate is out of town. You can be as loud as you want."

"I do like being loud," I said. In the past, she'd turn on music and an air filter and even put a towel under the door to drown out the sound of us getting it on. It reminded me of sneaking around in high school, except this time it was a slightly problematic Australian guy that seemed perpetually on the verge of moving out. I don't think she ever needed to bother. We weren't ever that loud. I mean, I was, but that was just my voice.

She handed me a bathrobe. "Here, put this on."

"I'm fine."

"You're wet. I'll put your stuff in the dryer. You don't want to sit around all wet, do you?"

"I guess not."

"Now change. Go. Git. You know where the dryer is."

I changed in the bathroom. I got my keys, my phone, my condoms, and my wallet and put them into a pile, then I undressed and folded my wet clothes up into another neat pile. I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head. I was confused. The only reason I didn't think I was getting signals was that it was it was coming from Patty. Patty didn't cheat. She didn't have multiple partners. That's what I did. I was too drunk and horny for this and it all felt like a bomb waiting to blow up in my face. I should finish my drink and go home. That simple. I'd dry my clothes and I'd head home and jerk off and that was it. Now, how long could a dryer cycle be?

I took a deep breath, knotted my robe, and headed back to the living room.

She was seated on the couch flipping through Spotify. She settled on a 2000s hits playlist. Christina Augilara came on. It was her birthday, after all. She put the remote down to pulled the hem of her robe down back to her knee. She took a sip of her drink and handed it to me. Rick wasn't bullshitting. Whatever he'd slapped together was good.

Speaking of which, how long did it take to make three drinks? Was he growing the fucking oranges?

"Feel better?" she said.

"I do."

"You look better, too."

"You're not so bad yourself."

"You forget how to compliment a girl?"

"You look very nice."

"It's my birthday. Do better."

"You look smoking hot. That bathrobe really suits you. I don't know why you don't wear them more often."

"Alright. I'll take it. Now sit down."

She scooted over to make room for me. I sat down next to her. I put my pile of phone and stuff down on the coffee table as best as I could. I felt her eyes on the condoms. It wasn't like Magnums were subtle or anything. We were hip to hip again. I could feel the whiskey going to my head and the blood going to my dick and I don't think this is why all these ideas were popping into my head. I wasn't imagining it. She was coming onto me. That's why she called. That's why she touched my leg. That's why I was here. In a bathrobe. Sitting next to her.

"So, what have you been up to?" she asked.

"I thought you got all those questions out of your system."

"I'll never got those out. Come on. It's been a while. You're seeing white girls?" she asked, teasing me. It had always been a sticking point for her. It wasn't fair, but I couldn't blame her. At the time I was seeing a lot of white girls and I think she always saw them as a kind of threat. Not enough to ruin what we had, but just enough to put it all on edge.

"No, I am not."

"No? What about any cute Asian girls?"

"I'm looking at one right now."

"You're so corny."

"Don't ask me corny questions, if you don't want any corny answers."

"You ever think about going back?"

"I think Rick might have something to say about that."

"It's my birthday."

"Yeah, what does that mean?"

"It means I get what I want."

"And what is it you want?"

She leaned in to kiss me. I met her halfway. Her tongue was cold in my mouth. She tasted like mai tais. In a few seconds we were slobbering all over each other. It was primal. I reached down to touch her butt. I was so consumed with rubbing her through the terrycloth that I didn't even notice she'd undone the front of her robe. When we broke off, her sharp, brown nipples were pointed right at me. They were even nicer than I had remembered. I was just about to throw myself onto them when I saw Rick was standing there, still in his underwear holding a drink in his hand. He really did have great abs.

"Looks like he said yes," Rick said.

We broke off to face him.

"Say yes to what?" I asked her.

"What do you think?" she replied. "To my birthday present."

"And what am I giving you?"

She smiled. "Something you've been wanting to do for a very long time."

She leaned back in to kiss me. Our tongues danced. Rick sat down behind her and ran his hand down her side.

"I want both of you," she said.

I kissed her neck. "What do you want from us?"

"First, I want that horse dick of yours in my mouth," she said. Her hand slipped under my robe and fished it out. I was already hard.

"Oh shit," was all Rick said. I won't brag, but I do okay. I don't think it's my best talent, but it's my most obvious one.

I guess this was really happening. She licked her lips before plunging her mouth down on it. She kissed and sucked at it, working the head for a while before pulling herself off with a pop.

"I forgot how big this thing was," she said. She tied her hair into a bun before going back to work.

"Nice," Rick said, drinking his cocktail. He watched in his underwear as his girlfriend wrapped her mouth around my big cock. I liked that he could keep his distance. I didn't want to cuck the guy--not unless that was their thing--I just thought it was nice for him to let his girl have this moment--and me too, now that I thought about it.

She grabbed my cock with her hand and moved it out of the way so she could lick my balls. She remembered how much I loved that. There was something totally undignified about it. I groaned in appreciation. She picked up the pace. Sucking one nut, then the other, then running her tongue up my shaft and back onto my head.

I grabbed her by the hair. "What do you want next?"

She bit her lip. "Let's move to the bed," she said.

I let her up. I grabbed my shit as she grabbed me by the cock and Rick put his arm around her waist and the three of us moved down the hall into the bedroom. She didn't bother to close the door. She laughed and turned and kissed me once and then she moved to her boyfriend and they kissed like they hadn't seen each other in years. He pulled her robe down. It pooled around her perfectly pedicured feet. She was completely naked now. I sat down on her bed and watched while I stroked myself. She looked better than ever. Her wide hips and her big tits and her cute little belly hanging just above her waxed pussy.

She pushed him away and got onto her knees.

"I want to suck you both," she said. "I want you to choke me with that fat dick."

"Anything for the birthday girl," I said, standing back up.

"Get it out," she said to Rick. "Now."

Rick whipped her underwear off at a frightening speed and kicked it off into the corner of the room where it bounced against the closet doors with a thwack. And there he stood, all of him, rock hard and ready for action. What he lacked in size, he made up for in hardness. It looked like he could pound nails with it. It was a nice cock. You didn't have to have a big one to do a good job. The fact that he kept Patty satisfied was proof enough.

She got onto her knees. I ditched my robe onto the floor and approached, dick first. She grabbed a hold of my cock with one hand and held my balls with the other. She turned and presented it to her boyfriend with a smile.

"Look how big he is, Rick. Can you believe I used to fuck this thing."

He rubbed the back of her neck. "You're right. It's such a big cock. You want to suck it?"

"Yes. I want to show you what a good little cocksucker I am."

"Show me how much you love his big white dick."

"Yes, daddy."

She kissed the tip of my dick and looked up at me. Her eyes were beautiful. Then she closed them and sunk down on my cock. She took about half of me before bobbing back down on it. She was always good, but she was even better now. I watched her red lips stretch out as they worked their way up and down my shaft. Her hand worked her saliva down the other half her throat couldn't reach.

"Nice," he said. "Good girl."

Rick was straight, but that didn't keep him from appreciating a good cock--or understanding what seven inches and change could do for his girlfriend. I hated having threesomes with straight guys, sometimes. So many of them were so afraid of touching another guy that they forgot why they were there: To fuck a girl. And we were going to fuck the living hell out of this girl.

I was glad I brought those condoms. From the looks of it Rick and I didn't wear the same size. She let go of my balls and grabbed his leg and brought him close. His cock pointed straight at me. It was only inches away now. She pulled off of my dick with a swallowing sound only to spit on it and go back down. She'd been practicing. One more thing I could thank Rick for. I grabbed the back of her head and I felt her black hair weave between my fingers. I pulled her off of my dick. Her pretty mouth was already slathered with pre-cum and saliva. Drool foamed around the corners of her mouth as she looked up at me, disappointed that her mouth was suddenly empty.

I turned her head towards her boyfriend. "I think it's his turn."

She kept one hand on me as she turned her attention to Rick. She took him all the way down to the root. Once she got down there, she kept her face glued against him. Her cute nose flattened against his hairless crotch. She choked on it there for a moment. Then she pulled away. A big string of drool connected her mouth and his dick and fell onto her tits. She seemed starved for meat. Salvia ran down both of our cocks as she bobbed between them. Her lipstick now a ruined mess. Red smeared all over her face and our cocks. She slurped back down on his cock, only to rip herself off of it and suction right onto me. She bobbed between them like a maniac. Then she surprised me again and she double-barreled both heads. She ran her tongue between them.

"I love these cocks," she said before kissing them both

"I love you baby," Rick said to her.

She hummed with approval. It was always nice to see a cocksucker with this much enthusiasm, especially when it was a woman this hot.

But we had other places to be.

"My turn," I said. I picked her up and practically threw her on the bed. Rick jumped onto the bed next to her. I hooked my arms under her thighs and pulled her towards the edge. Her brown labia and her little clit stared up at me. I knew what my job was here. I was going to be the consummate third for them. I was going to be a fantasy they talked about for years. That they each jerked off to when they couldn't meet up. I was going to do my best to get invited back. I dived into her snatch. I sucked on her lips for a few moments before I worked my way up to her clit. I sucked it between my teeth and ran my tongue flat over it back and forth, just like she liked.

"Your girlfriend tastes great," I said to him.

"Get her. Eat her pussy up," he said. I did what the man told me.

She was always a long time coming, but I'd do my best. This whore was going to bust straight into my mouth and her cute little boyfriend was going to watch it happen. She asked about my adventures and now she was in one.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Rick feasting on her tits. I wondered if he sucked them just like she liked them. Biting one softly, then moving to the other. Holding them in between his teeth long enough to lick them. I focused on what I had to do. I thought about what we could do to her. Two brothers bound by a love of good pussy. I didn't mind being a stunt cock. It was the role I was born to play.

Juices ran down my mouth and onto my chin. She arched back as she came on my tongue.

"I need you inside me," she said to her boyfriend. I wiped my mouth and backed off to watch them.

He scooted over so he was still lying against the mattress. She got up onto her knees and turned around. The great big moon of her ass pointed at me. Her big, soft thighs jiggled as she mounted her boyfriend. She grabbed him and rubbed him against her wetness and then slid him right in. She was as wet as I'd ever seen her.

"Mmmm, yes," she said. Rick agreed. She started rocking on his cock. She looked great. Then she turned around and looked at me. "What are you waiting for?"

"My turn," I said.

"No," she replied.

No? It was a little late for that, I thought. And a little crowded.

"I want you," she said. "I want you in my ass."

I was wrong. She had changed. She'd upgraded.

"You want to double-penetrate this slut?" Rick asked. He slapped her ass to emphasize his point.

"Is that what you want to be? A slut?" I asked.

"Yes. Fuck my ass, daddy."

"If you say so." I kissed her. "Let me warm you up. Where's your lube?"

I found the lube her nightstand drawer. It was full of sex toys. Vibrators, cockrings, dildos, buttplugs, gloves, collars, and a whole bunch of other gear I was too embarrassed and too engaged to ask about. I made a note to ask who the strap on was for later. I spread the lube all over my fingers and then all over her hole. She moaned as the cool liquid covered her anus. I watched as some of it dripped onto her boyfriend's tensed-up balls. I circled my pointer around her pucker and then I slowly started to push it in.

"Yes, Jay. Fingerbang my asshole. Do it."

"Like this?" I pushed a finger in and started to pump it in and out. She was loving it.

"Yes. Put it in. Fuck me. Fuck my ass." She said this while grinding on Rick's dick.

I grabbed her hair. "Not yet." And let it go. That was for her as much as it was for me. I had one shot at this and I wasn't going to fuck it up. I slid a second finger in. Her ass swallowed them up as I started to fuck and twist into her. This was going to be fun. If she wasn't a certified anal slut before, she sure was going to be when I was done with her. Then I slid the third finger in. All three of us got into a good rhythm. Her riding, Rick pumping, and me sliding my digits in. I couldn't help but notice she was clean. She had planned this. They had planned this.

"Do it now," she said.

Your wish is my command.

"Spread her cheeks," I told Rick. He listened right up. He pulled her big brown cheeks apart, exposing her wet asshole to me. Just beneath it I could see his tan cock buried up to the hilt in her pussy. I watched her big thighs quake as he thrusted into her.

God, they looked good.

Staring at them, something came over me. I knelt down between their legs and I stabbed my tongue into her asshole. A sharp note escaped her mouth. It didn't sound like a no. Rick's tight wet balls hit my chin. I don't think he minded it, either. Nothing worse than a guy ruining a good time trying to prove he was straight. The time to be uptight about that was before I started eating out your girlfriend.

When I was done, she moaned like she'd lost something. "Don't worry, you'll be full in a second."

I rolled the Magnum over my cock and I positioned the fat head at the entrance of her asshole. I'd been here before with plenty of people, plenty of times, just not with her--and not with somebody with somebody this thick. This was the make or break point. Some people were built for ass-fucking. Others were not. As it turned out, I didn't have anything to worry about. The whole room held its breath as I slowly pushed into her. At first the tip fought to get through and then, like magic, pop. I slipped right in.

"Oh my God," she said.

"Fuck yeah," I said.

"You like that, little girl?" Rick asked her.

"Yes. Oh my God. He's so big."

"Take it," he said. He brought his hand down on her. Her fat ass rippled. "Take that fat cock, bitch."

I gave it to her. One inch, then two, then the rest of it. All seven inches nestled inside of her fat Asian ass. My white dick, her brown hole. She looked great. Telling from the sounds she was making, it felt even better than it looked. I pulled my cock halfway out and started pumping into her. I felt Rick's knuckles against my waist every time I bottomed out inside of his girlfriend. She was a champ. She was built for this.

"I've been stretching her out to get her ready for you," Rick said.

"Thank you, Rick," I said as I slid into her dirty depths.

"Oh my God," she moaned.

I slapped her ass. "Does he treat you like a whore?"

"Yes. I'm a filthy slut."

"You like it when a big cock fucks your ass."

"Yes, sir."

"You like being DPed?"

"Yes, oh my God, yes."

"Your girlfriend is a fucking whore, Rick."

I hadn't done a DP in a while. Too long. A lot of people--by which I mean straight men-- thought that two chicks was the ultimate fantasy. This was setting your sights low. That was obvious, boring-ass heterosexual shit. It's the Coldplay of kink. It was only exciting to people who weren't into the real shit--not that I don't like a good threesome. No, for me, the way to go was two guys and a girl. With anal, even better. You did half the work for twice the pay off. Taking a woman and pushing her to her limits with you along for the ride? For me there wasn't ever anything like it. Treating her like a precious object and a piece of trash. I loved it. Punching my cock into Patty's tight asshole, I knew I was right. This was as princess who needed to be treated like trash.

"Your girlfriend gave her ass to me. You like that?"

"Yeah. Fuck her ass. Fuck that slut."

I slapped her ass. "Sure thing."

I fucked that slut.

I put the flat of my hand between her shoulder blades and I pushed down. It slipped from all of the sweat. She took the hint. She fell on top of him. Her hard brown nipples poked into his chest. I rammed straight into her ass. I grabbed her by her fat hips and went to town. She mewled and moaned into the crook of her boyfriend's neck. Rick grabbed her under the chin and started whispering things into her ear. I could only make out every couple of words. Lots of "sluts" and "whores" and "asses." All she could do was moan.

"Come for me," he said to her. That I heard loud and clear. "Come on our cocks."

He moved his hands from his hips to her ass and spread her cheeks for me. I spat into the hole and kept on running her through. She felt great. She was one of the best assfucks I'd ever had. It was all the sweeter knowing his ass belonged to somebody else. Rick was a lucky man to be able to fuck something like this full time. She was lucky to have a guy as cool as him to call her own. I'd have felt jealous if I wasn't currently buggering her halfway to heaven.

Rick slapping her ass brought me back into the moment.

"Ruin her, dude," he said. "Come in her ass. Finish her off."

"Just for you, man."

He didn't have to tell me twice. Listening was the least I could do for him letting me sodomize his girlfriend. Then again, she was mine first. I was going to remind them both of that. I shifted gears. I started pounding her as hard as I could. It was straight-on. No holding back. I was going to come and she was going to feel it. I slapped her ass as I gained steam. I fucked her so hard in the ass, I felt like I was going to get her pregnant. Then I hit the peak. I grunted. She must have been able to feel it, because she moaned as I ejaculated. Shot after shot of cum blasted into her dark little hole until I was spent and done.

"Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah," I moaned over and over again as I exploded inside of her colon.

I kissed her sweat-slick shoulder. I could hear Rick kissing her on the other side of her face. Eventually I managed to get enough energy together to pull out and roll to the side. They hadn't stopped fucking in the whole time. Her fat ass shook as Rick ploughed into her from below.

I wasn't going to tag out. I wanted to see this to the end. I was going to remind them both who was the big man here. I grabbed her hair bun just hard enough to get her to notice. I grabbed one of her nipples with my other hand.

"You filthy whore," I said. "You like getting your ass pummeled by big cock?"

"Yes, sir."

"Show me. Come for me. Come on your boyfriend's dick."

"Yes. Mmmm. Yes, sir."

I reached my hand down between the two of them with my left hand and found her clit. The back of my hand rested against Rick's smooth belly. I started to rub her back and forth, while my still lubed hand found their way back to the entrance of her ass. I slid two fingers into her well-worn pucker and stated to pump at the same speed. All the while Rick's hard little prick pumped into her over and over again. She must have been brewing this for a while, because it didn't take long. She started to shake again. She was coming. I kissed her neck and said all the things I was going to do to her that I should have done years ago. When she calmed down, I kissed her one last time on the cheek and turned to her boyfriend.

"Knock her up. Fill this bitch up," I said.

He was a good boy. His hand shot up and rested on my hip I grabbed it for support as he put his all into his filthy fucking girlfriend. He moaned and started to shoot into her. He grabbed her around the middle and pulled her down as he pumped the last of his cum into her. She fell on top of him and started to kiss her boyfriend as she came down. I found myself kissing her and she swapped back and force as she kissed us and then I found us in a threeway kiss and then it was just me and Rick for a moment before we turned back to Patty, kissing each side of her face.

I fell back, dizzy from all the exertion and booze. My feet were towards the head of the bed, which gave me a great view of Rick's cream-covered cock slipping out of her cunt. Just above I her wrecked and oiled up asshole slowly shrunk back into shape. Part of me knew that it would never go back to normal. Something had changed in her forever. That was a problem for later. Right now, I wanted round two. I wanted back in that pussy. We'd have to wait and see.

When I found the energy, I turned to put my head by the pillow and she laid between us as we got our breath back. Nobody said anything. My head was spinning and it wasn't because of the drinks.

Rick broke the silence.

"I'm going to go get our drinks. You guys want anything?" he asked.

"Some more ice," she said as she curled up against me.

I held up my hand. "Yeah. That sounds good. Ice."

"Cool. Be right back."

"Oh, and by the way, thanks."

Rick winked. "Oh no. Thank you."

He disappeared around the corner.

"He's pretty cute," I said.

"He's a keeper," she replied. "Did you know that was going to happen?"

"I had my suspicions."

"That I was a big whore?"

"That you were open to possibilities."

"Was it that obvious?"

"No, but I'm pretty oblivious, so don't get too excited."

I rubbed her butt as we talked. She turned towards me and I held her close. Outside I could hear the rain coming down.

"You want to fuck him, too," she said as more of a statement than as a question.

I thought about his nice, round butt and his cute little cock and how he laughed at all of my jokes. Then I thought about her tied up in a corner while I treated him with all of the same respect I treated her with. It didn't seem like the worst idea.

"Would he be into that?"

"I can talk him into it."

I started to stir again. I hadn't turned out a straight boy in a while.

"Did you talk him into this?"

"No. This was his idea. He wanted to see my big dicked lover nice and up close."

"Another thank you to Rick."

"You can tell him when he comes back."

"I'd rather show him my thanks," I said, not knowing exactly what I meant.

"Maybe I'll have a surprise for his birthday," she said.

"Well, let's not wait that long," I said and started to kiss her. I could feel myself getting hard all over again. "Actually, you know what? There's one thing I should have done."

"What's that?"

"I should I brought you a cake," I said. Rick came back into the room, laughing, and jumped right in. The three of us, our naked bodies rubbing together, all our sweat and saliva mixing together. It would have to do for now.

Happy birthday, Patty.