It took me three, maybe four days to realise what exactly happened that night.  Some of it was clear; some was like a mist through which I couldn’t string the bits together.  For a couple of days after the weekend it was on my mind trying to sort out what I’d done. Then suddenly on Wednesday it all fell into place, the mist cleared and I was able to piece together all the odd items I had remembered and re-run the video so to speak, into a continuous memory.

 

Last Saturday night I was out on the town, first to the Red Lion along High Street to meet up with my mates and after closing time, off to the Music Machine disco at the end of Commercial Street with Alan.  As always on a Weekend, it was packed out.  We hit the bar for a couple of drinks and more, taking in all the people and sorting through the girls as hopefuls, maybe’s and nevers as the talent came and went.   I didn’t really feel like dancing until getting the first feeling of being “on my way”, not drunk exactly, but feeling good.  Anyway the evening went along great, talking and joking around.  Some time on, Alan joined us after taking a leak and said he had met up with two girls he’d always fancied.  He wanted me to join and make a foursome on the dance floor.  The girl he left for me wasn’t ugly, as they sometimes are when you get the second choice.  In fact Lucy was quite okay and we hit it off well.  But she didn’t particularly want to hang around with her friend so together we drifted off by ourselves to have more drinks and plenty more dancing.  She had a good sense of humour and could move on the dance floor, which made me feel the night was really going to be one of the good ones.

 

It must have been somewhere around closing time when Lucy came back from the bathroom and suggested we move on to a house party not too far away. Why not?  The place was in a large terrace of student accommodation just off the main street and only a short walk.  We had to squeeze in the door as it was really jammed with people, but plenty of booze was flowing and by the smell, lots of illegal substances were being smoked around the place.  Everywhere was darkened with just an odd table light on, so with the music booming from some mobile disco set up, we could have still been in the Music Machine.  We talked and danced and had a few more bottles of beer before I started to loose track of time and the thick atmosphere blurred out anything but the two of us.  After a couple of falls into tables and some hard knocks either from banging into people or being pounded by other drunks, we looked around for a place to crash.

 

All the rooms we tried had plenty of people until on the second floor we found one with just a couple of guys who were already trashed and a large empty easy chair at the far side of the room.   There was one guy asleep by the door and by a dim table light we could see another sleeping nearby on the floor.   Moving across the room, feeling our way around bits of furniture to the big armchair, we fell into it like two pots of jelly being emptied on the floor.  My head was spinning which meant I had to keep my eyes closed if I wasn’t going to be sick.  Lucy sat facing me on my knees, or rather I mean slouched on top of me.  Despite the feeling of loosing control, we seemed to get it along okay.  Here we were, successful in finding a quiet place to spend the rest of the night together.

 

Drunk we may have been, but things were not going to end just like that, in fact I was getting horny as we kissed and whispered, matched equally by Lucy.  I didn’t think I was such a turn on, but perhaps she was just hot and the moment was right.  None of my advances were checked and I soon had my hands into her pants and under her bra.  Lucy did her best for me by working her bum around and around over my thighs and played her hands over my chest and over the swelling that was starting from all this close contact.  It didn’t take long to ease down her pants and drop them to the floor and Lucy was just as keen to undo my belt and open up my jeans.  The belt was a thick one that was always springing back in the way so I eased down my jeans and jockey, finally kicking them off completely so I could open my legs wide enough for her to sit between comfortably.  Our petting continued, but at times I knew I was loosing it as my head went into a spin or I got a jerk from the feeling of waking from a doze.  Lucy was in the same state, but sleep for her was not on the menu, not quite yet. 

 

It seemed only a short time before there was nothing else that would do except to slip my cock into her.  To be honest, I didn’t do much of the work; Lucy kept me hard by her squeezes and actions.  We were not out to break any records, so we must have been going at if for quite a long time.

 

It appeared only a split second on opening my eyes one time; I had the vision of a guy standing watching.  It didn’t register at first or a few other times I opened my eyes and looked past Lucy’s shoulder.  It was just a flash, like having seen a still photograph passing my eyes and it was many minutes, perhaps even a quarter of an hour before my brain started to collect some of the details and log them into my senses.   I was sure it was the one who had been sleeping although I hadn’t seen him properly in the dim light.  He was clothed when we crept into the room, but now he was naked, or I presumed he was.  His lower half was out of view behind Lucy's back but the silhouette of his chest and shoulders showed him to be without clothes.  His right arm was moving in a gentle rhythm, which automatically registered as him playing his dick as he stood watching us. Strangely this information came to me so slowly it was not a shock and didn't feel to be any part of what was happening between Lucy and me.   She was still moving gently up and down but I must have come once if not twice by this point.  But she wasn’t finished yet and her continued movements and nips kept me hard enough for her own pleasure. 

 

The guy watching us was black and I could make out a physique you see on a boxer or wrestler. 

 

When my eyes focused on him, his voice rolled in a velvet whisper something like “its okay, its okay”. 

 

Like we needed his permission!  Lucy was not aware of him I’m sure, but I felt him reach between our legs and massage his hand around.  He was so gentle at first I didn’t realise he was touching us, just the sensation of things becoming warmer and more alive.  Lucy's rhythm changed and small gasps and whimpers escaped from her as his touch must have fired her even more.  The nips to my cock became stronger and the feel of soft sensations around my balls and back under to my ass made the pleasures glow.  I couldn’t move much with Lucy on top of me, in fact the only muscle that I could flex was my cock.  My head was still swimming as I drifted back and forth in what seemed at that moment like heaven.  Sometimes the guy said something, but his tone came over as a deep drum roll mixing soothingly with the lights and sensations crashing in my head. 

 

Another time, something made my eyes open, but I couldn’t see him.  Instead I could feel a hot and silky sensation around my groin.  Lucy gasped louder as he must have worked on her too, and then his head appeared between our thighs making me realise he was using his tongue on both of us.  Knowing now what he was doing but not caring as the warmth of his mouth and movements of his fingers played around Lucy’s pussy and my balls and our asses as we fucked harder, being pushed into a world neither of us had been before. As I opened my eyes he was now crouching over us but the feelings were still there as his hands took over from his mouth.  Then the next time I looked he was gone but the delicious sensations continued, so I guessed he was down lapping around once more with his tongue. 

 

How long this went on for I’ve no idea, only that it felt like hours, but this couldn’t be possible unless I had become some kind of superstud which I doubt.  I remember at one point coming again inside Lucy, who was riding from one orgasm to the next, each slowly building to her inner explosion, which gripped me so strongly that it kept my cock hard, and the whole thing kept moving in an endless fuck. At one climax I felt like my head had come off, not sure in those moments of bliss if it was pleasure or an almighty head bursting hangover starting to slog through my mind.  I must have dropped to sleep, because I on waking up the guy was pulling my body slightly down the chair and raising my legs in the air to go on the outside her hips.  Nothing stopped in the process and Lucy continued to writhe in ecstasy on my cock and I guess from the guy’s touches.  I knew he had gone down with his head again after doing this, making our senses burst with his caresses. Then the next time I opened my eyes he was bending over Lucy’s back, with one hand around her tits and the other down between our thighs.  His added weight to Lucy kept me fixed into place although I hadn’t thought of going anywhere at that moment. 

 

I drifted off again and then a glow coming from between my legs brought back an aching stiffness to my cock.  I knew there was nothing left to give but like an electric shock, it was standing straining to burst out of its skin, like a volcano ready to blow.  I glanced again and the guy was moving with a slow rocking back and forth which both corresponded with my thrusts into Lucy and the warmth from a glow I was getting in my loins.  At what point I wondered if I was being fucked I don’t know, but this idea crept upon me slowly like, what if, is that, am I - and so on until there was a realisation that in fact I was.  I think this must have been because there was none of the expected pain you think will be the price of such an action. Plus I had never been fucked before to know what to expect.  The feeling was like having your cock played with and sucked, but coming from the inside. Not until I could hear his breath come short and feel a hot surge of juice as he came inside did I come down on the side of affirmative.  After finishing things there was a stillness which drew me readily to slumber. 

 

My awakening from this was a gentle tugging of my body down the chair.  The guy was still behind Lucy and from their movements, he was into her.  But he was standing and had her rump off me and up in the air and on her knees with her shoulders laying on my chest and her head was resting just below mine.  Slowly easing Lucy up a little more, I could feel another tug to my legs drawing me slowly down the chair and pass underneath them both.  Gradually I was down sitting on the floor facing another guy who was crouched over me.  He had boxer shorts on but otherwise naked. By my arms he pulled me round to face back to the chair talking to me as though we had been in conversation for ages. 

 

"Just to give them more room" he said, "they looked like they were going to crush the life out of you laying there." 

 

The table light showed this new addition to be a youth with dark features, not a Negro but probably half cast and like the other, athletic in build with a fine outline.  Talking almost in a whisper, he urgently wanted me to get close to the guy fucking Lucy.  Pushing me forward till we were almost between the Negro’s legs so as to watch him slide what appeared to be a large stick or log in and out of Lucy in a regular piston movement.  He made variations of quick jamming in and out, which drew squeals from Lucy and then back to his gentle gliding to and fro.  The youth pointed out the Negro was in Lucy’s ass but in the darkness of the room this was difficult to make out.  He pushed me up close till the smells of sex engulfed everything around.  This guy was behind me so I could not back away but by then a curiosity had woken enough to take an interest into what he was doing with her.  This second guy, who called himself Grant, continued to point out the size of the Negro’s dick, how he had fucked her already in her pussy but he thought I was asleep at that time, and how fantastic Lucy was to take so much and still enjoy more. 

 

With all this in front of my eyes and the aroma of enjoyment all around, my senses were fired enough to be stroking myself.  Grant behind me must have been doing the same although I hadn’t looked at him; I could feel occasional nudges as he made likewise.  Leaning on me when he stopped to get in closer to the action and make some remark or other, he checked out my cock to see if it was standing like his.  He put my free hand to his dick, letting me feel the size, which for all the world was as big as the monster in front of me screwing Lucy.  After the obvious appreciation of its size I took my hand back for support if I was to continue playing with myself and watching the show.  Grant kept checking my cock and then playing with my balls after I took my dick back from him into my own hand.  He was not aggressive doing this, but not quite as gentle as the other one.  When the Negro was working on Lucy and me I hadn’t realised or understood what was happening for some time, but Grant didn’t have the subtlety, he wasn’t a soft breeze creeping over you as this now shining black man had been.  Still, he was gentle enough not to object to. 

 

Gradually I became aware of his hand moving round to my ass, but it also felt good until I really had a shock when he quietly told me three of his fingers were in.  Not realising what he was talking about till he rather quickly removed them, I hadn’t known or until that moment knew such a thing was possible.  He found it amusing I was so naïve, but for now as I had not felt anything much and there was no pain involved. I consigned the wonder to the back of my mind for a later time. Instead of working his hand on his own dick, he took over on my cock from behind. I couldn’t continue supporting myself looking at those two on just one arm and he was such an expert doing it, in fact I lost my mind again in the picture before me and the bodily feeling received.  Grant brought me back to the here and now as the Negro was obviously building towards orgasm, wanting to know what it felt like to have the enormous dick in my ass.  I hadn’t connected the two together, what we were watching and what I had experienced did not register as the same thing. 

 

“Shit, I never had that in me” I exclaimed, but Grant laughed under his breath and asked what did I think was in me at that moment. 

 

I couldn’t again comprehend what he was saying and wondered if I was drugged as well as drunk.  He said to me my ass was a really good fuck and gave me some hard jerks that I thought would split me in two.  Sure what he had been doing felt good, but how he went from playing me with his hands to sliding in the enormous cock I saw earlier was more than I could comprehend. 

 

Grant said he was going to finish the same time as the Negro.  With his knee he pushed my legs wider and hands on my hips, brought me down to a comfortable position to continue what he had in mind.  Without having done any of this before every move was a question as to what was going on, but after finishing the manoeuvre he told me he was going to fuck me good and I should just relax if it was not to give me any kind of pain.  My first concern was to support myself as I had his weight on my back and my face almost into the sex in front of me.  But fuck he did and it felt something twice the size of the dick I had seen a few moments before.  To be honest it didn’t hurt but the feeling of being split into two halves was very real and filled all my senses rather that anything else.  Again my own cock was straining at full size as a result of the sensations as Grant made some tremendous final thrusts.  Feeling the flood of his juices fill my insides brought my own cock without any serious wanking to another orgasm.  We both rolled over onto the carpet, the last I remember was Grant checking out my ass and laughingly saying he had now put four fingers up.               

 

On waking, a little light peeped through a curtain, filling the room enough to look around.  Lucy was still asleep in the chair but of the two guys there was no sign.  I wanted to quickly get away not wishing to look Lucy in the face after what had happened to me, if not her.  Feeling filthy from the dried come that had matted everywhere over my body and bursting for a pee, I quickly had to find the bathroom and wash up before getting out of the house.  Grabbing my clothes together I slipped on my underpants and ventured out with eyes almost shut against the brightly lit landing to find the bathroom. 

 

The house was still quiet with me making the only sounds.  In the rush to pee, I dropped my gear going through the door and let go into the toilet leaning against the wall, keeping my eyes closed with the relief.   As always in the mornings when I woke needing to take a leak, I had a hard on with the backed up pressure and the drops were difficult to shake off, they just kept coming and I just kept shaking and shaking.  A low rumble crept through the room, which moved on to a laugh.  The sound was familiar but from where it didn’t register. 

 

I jumped when a velvet voice asked me if I ever stopped playing with my cock and on opening my eyes to squint around the room, there was the Negro dripping in water from the shower.  He sat on the edge of the bath watching me with a smile on his face. 

 

“Sorry” he said, “I’m Erol and we had the pleasure of an introduction last night if we remember rightly”. 

 

Lost for words at the shock, I could not but grin back and exchanged my name.  He was very handsome in anyone’s language with a cheeky smile written large with friendliness.   In offering his hand to shake I stepped over to respond but then he kept it in his grasp as he said how much he had enjoyed himself and hoped I had found it a good experience.  Without lying I said it had been one hell of a big experience, which broke my nervousness a little when he chuckled back with that big smile.

 

Not realising his nakedness before, it was now the only thing in my vision and hardly possible to look elsewhere.  Erol too had cast his eye over me, but looking at him now made me feel that last night had not in fact happened, only a dream after seeing him asleep in the chair when we went in the room.  His body was superbly proportioned and would be admired by artist and sports fans alike. His left hand was absently flicking his cock which although not hard, was still of considerable length.  He said I looked due for a shower and ran his hand over the matted hair on my stomach as he chuckled again. 

 

“Some juice jar you have there” he said.  “And this”, He pulled my cock through the underpants, still a bit hard from the pee-horn. “You really gave that girl some good fucking last night, I thought you would never ever stop, I just had to get up and take a look at what you two were doing.  I couldn’t help but keep watching and then shit, I got so horny everything just followed on from there”. 

 

He pulled down the elastic of my pants and pulled up my cock over the top.  “I bet she doesn’t want to let this go, you got an Olympic endurance winner here”. 

 

“Only met her last night”, I replied “and I don’t think I will be seeing her again, but she will probably want yours now anyway”. 

 

He pulled his own dick and worked it slowly up and down a few times making it a bit fuller but not completely hard.  Excuse my innocence, but I had not seen anything quite as big as this before, not in school or at my sports club or in any magazine.  With another flick of my cock, he said I would win the marathon even if he won the heavyweight medal. 

 

We laughed again and I removed my pants ready for the shower.  Erol caught me as I made to step in the shower and said there was not a lot of hot water left and I should give it five minutes or so to heat up, otherwise it would freeze my balls off.  He grabbed my dick again and said I shouldn’t want to loose them.  So I stopped, but his touch had made me stiff and I could see he was watching.   I sat on the edge of the bath and glanced at the odd rubs he was giving his own cock, just like he had an itch, but after each brush it must have jumped at least two inches longer and then decreased again.   My curiosity kept me glancing, fascinated by such quick changes in size.  Erol was amused by this and suggested I had to take a closer look as he was sure I had never seen one as big as his.  

 

I thought he was joking, but the firmness of his hand on the back of my shoulders brought me, without being able to question, down to have his cock just a few inches from my face. 

 

“You know”, he said, “If you want to see this at full size you will have to suck it.  Go on, I think you would like to see”.  

 

With this he moved my head and with his other hand put the semi erect cock to my lips. 

 

“Take it”, it won’t bite and it’s another new experience for you to enjoy, believe me”.  

 

With another push on the back of my head, I closed my eyes and took it into my mouth, well some of it at least. 

 

Straight from his shower, the freshness of his body filled my head and an amazing feeling came from this great cock as I did, what up till then I had only received from my less shy girlfriends.  Well if they could do it, I guess so could I.  When I wasn’t struck instantly dead at the first suck, I eased up a bit and gave what I thought would be good head. Erol removed his hand from my neck knowing I wasn’t now going to shoot out the door screaming.  His hand went to my cock, which had filled out and soon brought back with those gentle movements that I remembered from the night before, a full straining hard on.  A couple of times he put his free hand on my head to press me down to parry a few thrusts, trying to get it all in my mouth.  I found if I didn’t try to fight, an incredible length could move in and out and I purposely tried to take as much as I possibly could.  I clearly heard him say that I gave head as good as I fucked and now I had better get ready for something else that was new. 

 

It didn’t take much to realise he was getting ready to blow his wad.  His cock started increasing in size and stretch against its covering, and the extra blood raised the temperature so that it really did feel hot.  With his right hand moving down onto my head again, I did my best to take the extra thrusts that were coming more and more frequently.  Suddenly he started a low moan deep inside that increased in pace with his thrusting.  He was a little heavy at times pushing his cock, pressing down harder on the back of my head, jamming in all he could and holding it there momentarily.  I started to feel I couldn’t take any more.  Without warning his hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and off his cock.  His left hand released my cock and rubbed his own for a second or two before shooting what felt like a cup full of juice over my face, then quickly pushed my head back, continuing to shoot into my mouth while pressing hard inside.  Finally it was over and he pulled me off. 

 

I looked up at him, a big grin across his face he asked “How was it?” 

 

I couldn’t reply as my jaw felt as if it was locked into the open position, but he laughed and took hold of my now hard cock and said I didn’t have to tell him I enjoyed it.

 

Pulling me around so that I was leaning back onto his chest, his hands played with my cock, balls and ass.  Whilst he did this he asked me if I had liked it and how did it feel with all the juice still running down my face and filling my mouth?  Could I smell the essence of sex? The smooth run of his deep voice with the sexy talk and the gentle playing with my cock brought me up to fever pitch again.  I could feel only the glow caused by the his fingers as they moved about.  But just as much was the music of his voice as he talked me through the sex of the previous night.  He told me Grant said he would like to fuck me and asked me if he had.  I could only nod yes and he gently probed my ass with his fingers and said he was looking for Grant’s juice. Crazy, but he did. 

 

“I know what’s going to make you have an incredible high.” he told me.  “You are going to sit on my cock while I bring you off.” 

 

Without having a chance to reply he eased me forward and put his cock to my ass and gently pulled me back towards him.  Just like that.  I don’t know how he did it in one quick movement, but there it was, inside, and then he started slowly milking my cock.  He didn’t fuck me, just kept it there, but all the same the heat of his half-hard cock ran through me and made me squirm.  The crisis came, and my juice sprayed powerfully across the floor like it had never done before.  The end was total collapse in pleasure and amazement.  Erol held me as I fell back exhausted.  We didn’t part, but stayed like that for a few minutes until I got some of my strength back.  Erol looked at me and asked if I enjoyed and after that last show stopper, I could only agree it was incredible. 

 

“So you won't mind me having my turn with you?” he asked.  “Man, I’m dying to give you a good fucking, what with all you have been through, you have earned it”.

 

I thought we were all finished, but he still had his dick in my butt and it was obvious my orgasm had turned him on.

 

I could feel him getting hard and growing inside me.  I think he was the kind where just to talk of sex made him hard.  He reached over to a small chair and pulled off the towels and dropped them onto the floor.  He had me kneel down, moving slowly so we wouldn't part.  This accomplished he ran his hands over my back to massage out the tension that had crept into my body.  I was not drunk now and what he intended made me nervous to say the least.  Playing with me again to help me relax, he then gently started his slow piston movements.   I just sank back into his hold.  The very idea of that gigantic weapon (for want of a better word) moving in and out of my body made me somehow detached from what was happening, as if it was some kind of movie I was watching instead of something I was taking part in.  As he began to speed up then the pressure mounted in my guts, bringing the sensation of having my body come apart in two halves as it did with Grant. 

 

It came to my mind a joke I heard long ago as a kid where a man with a giant cock was fucking a girl.

 

“Further, further!” she cried and then coughed as it came up her throat and into her mouth! 

 

Suddenly it felt as if this could really happen!  I could feel every movement and when his juice started to rise I knew as fast as he did.  Those big arms had welded themselves to my hips and pulled me back to meet his every thrust.  His boiling point arrived, ramming home everything he had as fast and as hard as possible.  Only his arms kept me in position as I had lost all feeling through my body.  As his juices came, feeling the hot splashes pumping inside sent a fire tearing through my body. 

 

Both totally exhausted, we fell to the floor.  For how long we lay there I’ve no idea, but some sounds in the house eventually brought us too and we carefully separated and together crawled into the shower to clean up.  The water was very hot! 

 

After dressing, Erol asked if I would like to come around to his place one night in the coming week.  Grant would be there as he shared the place with him, together with another of his lodgers he was sure I’d also get along with. 

 

"There could be plenty of fun between us" he said grinning and I knew what that meant. 

 

Still, nothing had happened to me that was a disappointment and yes, I said I would call him and arrange a night to come on over. 

 

By the Wednesday when finally everything in my mind had sorted itself out, I knew it had been a great weekend.