by Celia Harris
For me, double penetration is the ultimate sex act. Surrendering my anus and vagina at the same time takes me to an entirely different level of eroticism—a place of primal passion, where all my inhibitions disappear entirely. With two cocks moving in my body, I become so frantic, so crazy with lust, that I completely lose control of myself and orgasm again and again.
I’ve been accepting two penises at once for the past year or so. Before that, I used to fantasize about the act many times, but I’d never seen it done. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even sure how it could be done. Still, the idea of being double-fucked was an ongoing dream of mine, and whenever I masturbated to the fantasy, I wound up having intense orgasms.
I might never have turned my dream into reality, though, if not for a happy accident. My husband, Mark, manages a few rock groups. One weekend when he was away on business, I rented an X-rated film to keep myself company. Purely by chance, the video contained a scene in which a woman took on two men simultaneously.
I was curled up nude in bed, watching the film in my apartment. It was a sultry summer night, with heat and lightning flickering in the onyx-black sky. As the movie began, I idly played with my breasts to turn myself on. And then suddenly I sat bolt upright.
Right there on my TV screen, a lissome blonde had just mounted a man in the woman-superior position. Then she leaned forward and in turn was rear-mounted by another man. Crouched over like a jockey in the stirrups, she had one cock in her pussy and another sliding into her ass.
“Oh, fuck, fuck!” I moaned.
The camera closed in on the girl’s stuffed vagina and equally stuffed anus, and then panned up to her face. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was biting her lower lip and whimpering. As the men started fucking her, I could hear the squishy sound of their cocks moving in her two openings. Her partners soon fell into synchrony, shoving into her body with enough force to make her moan and sigh. And yet, through it all, a look of rapture glowed on her face. All at once a shudder passed through her body, and then she flushed beet-red and squealed with a hair-raising climax.
The sight of this cock-stuffed girl quivering into orgasm undid me entirely. By the time she finished coming, I was so wrung out that I felt like I’d come myself. I quickly rewound the tape and watched the scene a second time. By that point I was climbing-the-walls horny, with my clitoris erect and honey dribbling out of my cunt.
Once again I rewound the tape; but before pressing the “play” button on the VCR, I went over to my bureau and took out two vibrators. After smearing some of my honey on the smaller toy, I lay on my side and pushed it into my anus. Then I lifted my leg to open up my pussy, and buried the larger vibrator in there.
Stuffed like that, with both my entrances occupied, I turned on the VCR and replayed the wild scene a third time. Now and then I flexed my inner muscles, whining like a cat in heat as my pussy and rectum tightened around the two tools. My climax started rushing toward me like a high wind that I couldn’t stand up against. Then my womb went molten, and as my eyes fluttered closed, my own cries of ecstasy mingled with those of the girl on-screen.
My husband came home the next night. He’s movie-star handsome, with ash-blond hair and the dreamiest blue eyes imaginable. He also has my favorite kind of cock: nice and fat, so that my pussy has to stretch really wide to take him in.
Barely five minutes after he walked through the door, Mark was on top of me and inside me, driving his thick penis in and out of my vagina. I had my legs extended in the air, with my red-tipped toes pointed like a ballerina’s. Mark was thrusting with such urgency that my bosom quickly became a liquescent mass of jiggling flesh. The furious wobble of my breasts soon brought me to orgasm, and while I was still moaning, Mark’s semen splattered into my cunt and made me come a second time.
Afterward, curled up in bed together, I told him about the raunchy video I’d seen. It was obvious from the way I talked that the idea of being double-fucked really turned me on—so obvious, in fact, that Mark finally asked me if I knew anyone who might want to have a threesome.
“I’ve been thinking about that.” I smiled. “How about Dwight?”
Dwight was one of the musicians Mark managed, and I was dead certain that he was desperate to fuck me. Whether he’d be willing to participate in a double-penetration was another question, though.
“Dwight,” Mark mused. “Yes, good choice, hon.”
Exactly a week later, the three of us were sitting in bed nude, passing a joint around. Dwight is scruffy and dark-haired, seriously cute, with a pouty mouth and big brown Bambi eyes. He tries to present an image of toughness, but beneath it all he’s a sweetie pie. The sight of my big-nippled breasts had him tongue-tied and as hard as a hammer. I was relieved to see that his erection wasn’t particularly large. If anything it was a bit undersized, but every bit as darling as Dwight himself.
Mark had already told Dwight what I wanted, and now that the moment of truth was at hand, I could hardly contain myself. I was breathlessly excited. Giving Dwight a big smile, I asked him if he’d like to suck one of my breasts.
“Yeah, I sure would,” he drawled.
He immediately bent over and drew my plump russet nipple between his lips. Mark followed suit, and for a few blissful minutes I lay there propped up on a pile of pillows, eyes closed, letting them mouth my breasts.
Having two men at my bosom at the same time was pure heaven. Before long, little tremors were erupting in my tummy. I was dangerously close to coming, and at the last moment I sat up and pulled my nipples out of their mouths. My nipples were as big as acorns and gleamed with saliva, and my congested breasts felt heavy and ached with pleasure.
“Ready to rock and roll?” Mark asked.
I wet my dry lips with my tongue and nodded wordlessly. After sheathing Dwight’s penis with a condom, I turned around and straddled Mark. Holding my puffy cunt lips open, I lowered my haunches until his fat prick began sliding into my body.
Dwight was sitting there watching me intently as I sank down onto Mark’s meaty sex, squirming my rump and grunting in delight. Then I tightened my cunt muscles and leaned forward, tipping my pelvis upward and presenting the bull’s-eye of my anus to Dwight.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I whispered. “Go ahead.”
I was half-afraid that if Dwight didn’t act this instant I’d lose my nerve. But then he was climbing on top of me, covering me with his body and fumbling his cock between the cheeks of my ass. An electric shock went through me when his knob touched my anus. For a brief moment I tightened up and denied him entry; but then my asshole dilated, and suddenly he was balls-deep in my ass.
I’d done it! I had two men inside me, both of them rock-hard and buried in my body. Nothing but the walls of my cunt separated Mark’s cock from Dwight’s, and the combined effect of their two penises gave me a feeling of fullness that I never imagined possible. My stuffed holes ached with pleasure, and the pressure inside me was so exquisite that I started squealing crazily.
“Wow, listen to her,” Mark laughed. “She’s as hot as a pistol.”
That might’ve been the understatement of the century. I was delirious with lust, so much on fire that the very room seemed about to burst into flames. Impaled on both cocks at once, I felt wonderfully sluttish and at the same time trapped and helpless. As I crouched there between Mark and Dwight, afraid to move for fear that one or the other of them would slip out, Dwight began humping my ass.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I panted.
How can I describe the pleasure that the two of them were giving me? It was difficult to tell where Mark’s cock ended and Dwight’s began—they were so closely contained in my body that the effect of one amplified the other. My rear end seemed tremendously stuffed, as did my pussy, and the deep interior of both holes pulsated with pressure and heat. From the waist down I was engorged with cock—ravished by an invasive maleness that completely possessed me.
Dwight was fucking me willfully now, grunting each time he buried his hard-on in my rectum. I could feel his balls slapping against me whenever he rammed his cock home, and I suddenly flashed on the thought that I had two sets of testicles dangling out of my body. For some reason that particular image drove me even crazier. Alternately groaning and shrieking, I hung on for dear life, letting Dwight ream my asshole while Mark manfully kept his penis erect and in place.
Like brilliant red roses, an orgasm blossomed in my cunt, in my ass, in my belly. With my lower body plugged up, the force of my climax seemed to expand upward into my torso until my nipples were throbbing with white heat.
“There she goes!” Mark shouted.
All the while I was coming, Dwight kept hammering away at my asshole. I wanted to tell him to stop, that the pleasure was too intense, but I was squealing so frantically that I couldn’t get the words out. And then Mark’s cock suddenly twitched and spewed cream into my pussy, and I no longer wanted Dwight to stop—I wanted him to keep fucking my asshole until I sailed off into another glorious climax, and then another. . . .
For the next few months, Mark and Dwight double-fucked me at least once a week. They switched places now and then, with Dwight taking me vaginally and Mark entering from the rear. We also tried a variety of positions, and once we even managed to do it standing up. Mark was backed into a corner; I sat on his cock with my legs wrapped around his waist and my buttocks in his strong hands; Dwight stood in back of me, jabbing his hard cock up my asshole. It was wonderful.
Sadly, our ménage à trois came to an end in the autumn, when Dwight accepted an offer to work in a Nashville recording studio. By the time he left for Memphis, I’d become so addicted to getting laid front and rear that I immediately set about trying to find another partner. At Mark’s suggestion I placed an ad in a swingers’ magazine, specifying my needs and asking suitable candidates to submit nude photos with their letters.
I got a flood of responses, and after winnowing through a stack of mail, I finally settled on a thirtyish man named Alex. He’d written a sincere, unpretentious letter, and his photographs showed someone of good looks with a dark, well-trimmed mustache and a winsome smile. He wasn’t hard in his photos, but he had a very cute penis—uncut, with big, dangling balls. When I called him, he was so thrilled to hear from me that I was certain I’d made the right choice.
We arranged to meet at our place the following night, and when Alex showed up—in a suit and tie, his chestnut hair slicked back—he looked as nervous as a young man on a prom date. I was informally but sexily dressed, in tight jeans and a silky white blouse that showed off the fluid movement of my braless breasts. I greeted Alex at the door, gave him a friendly peck on the cheek, and then introduced him to Mark. The three of us spent time chatting and getting to know one another, and after an hour or so we decided to “do the deed,” as Mark put it.
“Come on, Alex,” I purred. “Let’s go in the other room.”
Taking him by the hand, I led him into the bedroom and closed the door. As agreed, Mark would stay behind for a while to give Alex and me a chance to get comfortable with each other. As soon as we were alone, Alex unbuttoned my blouse and palmed my breasts, lifting them to feel their weight. I got breathy immediately—and seriously hot—when he took my nipples between his fingers and started tugging on them.
Each time he pulled on my nipples, erotic currents ran down from my breasts and into my belly. And then something strange happened. A little orgasm, entirely unexpected, suddenly flashed forth from my clitoris and skittered through my body.
Coming like that—had it really happened?—made me feel oddly shy and self-conscious. The feeling of shyness lingered even after we got undressed and stretched out on the bed. It was awkward at first, kissing him; but then as he embraced me and held me close, the hair on his chest tickled my nipples and made me squirmy and hot all over again. With growing excitement I pressed against him, darting my tongue into his mouth while his penis hardened against my leg.
Erect, Alex was surprisingly big—much bigger than I would’ve guessed from the photos he sent. The size of his cock worried me a little. I’d have no trouble handling him in my pussy, of course. Even in my ass, I knew I’d be able to accommodate him. But when I added Mark’s big cock into the equation, I wasn’t sure I had enough capacity in my two tunnels to take in both of them at once.
It wasn’t that I wanted to back out, really. Alex’s prick might have been more than I bargained for, but that only made the challenge more exciting. Sitting up, I took a condom from the nightstand and unrolled it over his erection. Then we snuggled together, face-to-face, kissing and lazily grinding our groins. Eventually his glans insinuated itself between my cunt lips. He gave two or three quick thrusts and slid smoothly into my soaking pussy.
We were mid-fuck, moving in a nice, leisurely fashion, when Mark knocked on the door and strolled in. “How’s it going?” he asked.
“Just fine,” I whispered.
While Mark got undressed, Alex kept pumping his hips, packing his cock into my sex. Mark smeared some KY jelly on his hard-on, then came over to the bed and curled up in back of me. I was lying on my side, with one leg flung over Alex’s hip so my anus was easily accessible to Mark. Getting his cock inside my ass was another story, though. It would’ve been a tight squeeze under the best of circumstances, but with a large penis already snuggled in my pussy, my ass was even tighter than normal.
As Mark struggled to enter my bottom, I bit my lip and cried out. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and my heart started racing. My asshole ached and throbbed, but finally his swollen knob slipped in. By the time he gained another inch or two, discomfort had turned into the most profound sort of pleasure—a satisfaction so intense I could hardly bear it.
I was too stuffed down below to do much more than lie there on my side, whimpering and groaning. I was impossibly stuffed, in fact, with both my holes stretched wide. Glutted with cock, I closed my eyes and surrendered myself completely, letting my two partners plunder me front and rear. Both men went off at nearly the same moment, Mark’s semen scalding my rectum and Alex’s sheathed organ writhing like a snake in my cunt. Then I felt nothing but my own orgasm blossoming like roses—roses made of glass. And then glass shattering.