Three-Way Dance
"Dude, there is no way you've gotten as much ass as we have," Adam Copeland laughed, sitting down his beer.
Mike settled down his own mug of beer on the table beside him, grinning wolfishly. "It's not the number of partners you have. It's the quality of the experiences you accumulate."
"Yeah right," Jason Resso incredulously snorted.
"My favorite encounter, as a matter of fact, was a threesome...well, a virtual sixsome.."
Adam licked his lips, "Sounds hot."
"Wanna hear my story?" Steven purred seductively.
The two nodded their heads, silenced by the lust in Steven's tone.
"It was five years ago," He said, "On a night like tonight. I was with Raven back then...."
***
"You're sure Tommy said we could use his room?" Stevie asked as he set down their suitcases in front of the set.
"Tommy's going to be with Theresa and Kimmy tonight," Raven responded, patting the spot on the bed beside him, "They're in the fancy hotel across the street."
Stevie rubbed his lips across Scott's chin. Scott responded with a deep kiss. They began to make out, enraptured in the taste and smells they each emitted.
Something caught Scott's eye, it distracted him enough to force them into disengaging. "Isn't that your ex-girlfriend?"
Stevie sighed when he caught site of Francine, standing in her own room across the street, pressed against the plate glass. Her hand was surreptitiously shoved down her panties, her breasts shoved out of her bra. The tinniest motions hinting at her activity.
Scott's first instinct was to laugh. He grabbed a piece of stationary and scrawled in huge letters "Name? Number? Phone?!" He ran to the window and pressed it against their own window.
Fran's eyes drifted slowly open; her skin turned bright red, and her hand jerked guiltily away from her panties. She squinted, reading Scott's sign. She flipped him off with her free hand.
Stevie sat on the bed, almost wishing not to be discovered, his erection hidden guiltily in his jeans.
Fran walked away from the window, to her own desk, and wrote something on her own stationary. She plastered it against the window. "That kiss was hot." The sign read.
Scott turned over the stationary and wrote back, "Want to see more?"
Fran: "Only if you let me play too."
Scott: "Come on over!"
"No!" Stevie cried, "I can't face her! And she thinks I'm a..."
Fran: "I'm not fucking that prick again, We'll play my way. Get naked, and leave that window open. I think you'll know what to do."
Scott left the sliding door, barking only one order to Stevie: "Get naked."
Stevie obeyed quickly, intrigued. His eyes never left the room of his ex-girlfriend. She had tucked her breast back into her bra, and was on the phone, The conversation only lasted a second.
Scott threw himself onto the bed beside Stevie, wearing only his leather jacket.
"Why leave that on?"
Scott traced lazy circles on Stevie's abdomen, "We're trying to set a mood here, Manna." He said, pinching Stevie's left nipple. Stevie shuddered appreciatively.
He looked up from Scott's activities, noting that Fran was not alone. "Shit! She's with Kimmy and Theresa."
Scott's grip on Stevie's nipple tightened when he heard Theresa's name. They both studied the three barely-dressed girls. It was like a soft-core fantasy. The three probably knew that, teasing them on purpose, knowing that to touch them was to ruin the illusion. Stevie rammed his tongue down Scott's throat, clutching his rich curls and moaning passionately.
Scott ground his tongue into the hollow of Stevie's mouth, stroking the sensitive, thickly-veined underside of his tongue. The entire time, Scott's fingers teased and plucked his hardened nipples. He reached over to thumb Scott's in response. Scott grunted and took control of the act, sucking Stevie's tongue hungrily.
Stevie opened a single eye, he moaned hungrily at the action going on in Fran's room. Kimmy and Fran had Stripped Theresa to the waist and were feasting on her pink nipples; tracing the circumference with their pointed tongues, then poking the pink tips to an erection.
His nipples matched Theresa's. Scott pushed him back on the bed, lowering his head to Stevie's chest.
Stevie groaned at stimulation his tits absorbed; he bit back a whimper when Scott nibbled at the left one. His eyes were fixed on the three women. On Fran's hand as it slipped into Theresa's panties; on Theresa'a brown head falling back, he lips parted in an "o", her hips thrusting.
His own hips thrust forward on instinct, his cock begging for attention. Scott's fingers found his need and teased it, lightly, with his fingers. Stevie knew, as much as he might yearn for Fran's love once in a while, Scott remained the only man who could satisfy his need. Though he remained curious about that beefy hunk, Tommy Dreamer.
"Ooooohuhhh," Theresa's mouth pantomimed, "Fucccck...Kiiimmmm.." Kimona's mouth had fastened to Theresa's slit and was lapping gently. Kimmy parted her friend's labia and stared at the juicy flower. Then she buried her face in Theresa's slit, blocking Stevie's view and nestling her nose in the woman's mons.
His attention riveted on Scott's mouth; the plump lips parted, trailing a thin stream of drool over the head of Stevie's cock as he fisted it vigorously. His head lolled back and he moaned, tongue falling out of his mouth. Scott grinned, glancing over his shoulder out the glass doors, never letting up on Stevie's cock.
As Theresa clutched at Kimmy's head, shaking in pre-orgasmic bliss, Fran divested herself of her own bra and pulled free her left breast, teasing Theresa's parted lips with the engorged nub. Theresa latched on, sucking like a baby.
Scott returned to Stevie, lapping at his cock before slapping the sensitive member. He jerked halfway up off the bed, hung in suspended motion, then fell back to the bed with a crash. Scott adored the effect he drew from Stevie's body and took the head of his lover's cock in his mouth.
Stevie wined, "Uhh...More! Scottty!" He groaned. The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was Fran, crouching over Theresa's wide-open mouth and working throat. She clutched her own breasts in pleasure, then looked up, locking eyes with Stevie. She winked shamelessly.
Stevie's arousal doubled and tripled; Scott's hands cupped and teased his testes. The free one probing between his legs for his puckered hole Stevie groaned when air hit that sensitive orifice, sending tremors through him.
Scott slapped Stevie's ass, "Get down on the floor and rim me," He ordered.
Stevie sighed, bouncing off the comfortable bed and spoiling his view of the action, sacrificing it for a view of Scott's hot, moist, hairy asshole. He blew on the pucker before tracing it with his tongue. He knew Scott liked to be rimmed slowly, and decided not to rush this.
They both jerked away from one another when the door to their room flew open. Tommy crossed the threshold, lumbering under the weight of his suitcases. He threw them onto the floor and kicked the door closed behind him.
"Now what do we have here?" He asked, his voice taunting, "I never even knew that the two of you swung that way!"
"Shit, I can explain," Scott panted, trying to swallow a mouthful of Stevie's precum and only choking on it.
Stevie could only sit and blush, a pillow covering his cock.
"Why didn't you tell me you swung that way, Lev?" Tommy asked, throwing his coat onto a free chair and lifting his tee shirt away. Stevie drooled at his barrel chest and rounded belly.
"Shouldn't you be with Theresa and Kimmy?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
"They left to go get some beer.." Tommy began to say. He passed by the window, performed a double take, and facefaulted. As he glanced in, Theresa was bouncing across the room, naked except for a bright-blue strap-on and a smile. All he could see of Fran was her spread-wide pussy, glistening in the streetlight outside. Kimmy knelt on the floor, thrusting a string of jelly beads into and out of her twat, her tongue buried in Fran's asshole. "The hell?!"
"Well, you've been living your gimmick," Scott smirked, "I guess they decided to, too."
Stevie didn't wait for Scott's orders, and crawled over to where Tommy stood, reached up, palming Tommy's body hungrily. "Want us?" He asked, "If not, can we at least stay to watch them?"
A grin crossed Tommy's face as Stevie explored beneath the rim of his grey sweatpants. "On one condition."
"What?"
"That Scotty over there gives me his tight little ass."
Scott jerked to life after sitting frozen in the middle of the bed throughout Stevie's overture to Tommy, "No. I don't bottom."
"Then get out of my room." Tommy said, panting as Stevie began to rub his cheek over Tommy's chest.
They stalemated; both watched the girls as they wroth passionately on the bed. Kimmy had pushed a slim vibrator up her own ass as she ate out the exposed shaven slit of Theresa, who fucked Fran enthusiastically. Fran liked it doggy, something all three of them knew, so they couldn't see her fact twist in penultimate pleasure as Theresa bangs her G spot.
"Why don't you bottom, anyway?" Tommy asked, as Stevie shamelessly rubbed his skin against the man. He couldn't help it; nor shoving the sweatpants down and revealing a blunt seven-inch cock "You seem to like having your ass licked well enough."
"Uhh," He groaned in rusty tones, staring at Tommy's drooling cock.
"Try it. It can't hurt..much.." Stevie retorted, "Remember our first time?"
Memories of tearing Stevie's young ass years before filled his consciousness. Only aware now that he must have Tommy's cock buried up his ass. He spread his legs and put a pillow beneath his ass. "My lube's in the top drawer," He choked out.
Stevie stood by, aroused and yet unsure of what he should do. Never had Scott capitulated for anyone, but there he lay, sprawled out, legs spread wide.
He watched the girls; Fran was blowing Theresa's strapped-on cock while Kimmy fucked her face up and down on it.
"Come over here and shove that prick down his throat," Tommy ordered. Stevie went into action, kneeling over Scott's face and poking the tip of his erection against Scott's lips. Scott arched his throat; prepared to take Stevie's cock.
Tommy grabbed Stevie about the waist. "Not yet." Stevie heard the bottle of lube squeaking and felt Scott tremble as his ass was probed and prepared. One more tremulous sigh, and Tommy shouted "Now!!"
Stevie thrust his cock down Scott's throat as he gagged in pain; Tommy hit bottom in his virgin ass simultaneously.
Instinct took over in Stevie's body; he thrust into Scott's now-receptive throat as Tommy withdrew from Scott's sticky ass. They worked in tandem; always on the down-beat when the other was on the up beat.
They fucked on and on, the only limits being that of their endurance. Scott penetrated Stevie's ass with his fingers, spearing his own throat on Stevie's cock, but propping him up via his loosened hole.
Tommy seized Stevie by his ribcage and stuffed his tongue down Stevie's throat. They screamed simultaneously, inundating Scotty with cum at both ends of his body. He swallowed hungrily at Stevie's still-interred prick while working his active hole on Tommy's shrinking and sensitive prick. Tommy stroked Scott's hard cock, brining him off and coating his own belly in Scott's desire.
The night didn't end there; Stevie and Scott took each other's prick in a 69 while Tommy took turns plugging each of their vacant holes. They tried out the chairs and even the showers, searching for the spiciest way to exploit their desire. The night ended in a circle jerk over an empty cup; they took the combined container of cum and smeared it over one another's bodies, taking turns lapping it off.
They took turns watching the girls, who also explored new ways to finger, suck, fuck and play with one another. For the most part they ignored their voyeuristic ex's, rarely they would exchange a wink, a look of strained desire. But both groups helped each other to attain heights of satisfaction that they hadn't assumed possible.
On the following morning at dawn Tommy stumbled back to his room, raving about their collective stamina. Kimmy and Theresa were already dressed and kissing a naked Fran goodbye. She let them out as Scott let Tommy out. They locked eyes, she and Stevie; shared an unspoken thankfulness. They drew the drapes, closing off the warmth and openness that had been shared.
***
"And that was my hottest fuck ever," Stevie finished. He took a long drag off of his cigarette. The blondes sat with open mouths and tented pants, staring at Stevie in what seemed to be incredulity.
"Hmm..' He purred, walking over to the window opposite their them and drawing the blinds. "Looks like you want the illustrated version," He said. Both blondes gasped in shock as they saw into the room across from theirs, in another hotel. Deborah, her face buried in Joanie's shaved mons, with Amy's spread legs straining around Joanie's probing fingers.
Stevie grinned, crawling over to the twosome on his knees, "Believe me now?" He asked, unzipping their shorts.
The two nodded, their eyes bouncing from Stevie to the girls.
"Then let's begin," He purred, unveiling two thick cocks and jerking them to rampant hardness.