Taco Twins

We were standing on the sidewalk outside the Hyatt downtown, looking through the doors into the lobby. "Do you think she's going to fuck both of us, dude?" Greg asked me, his eyes and my eyes still firmly on the building in front of us. "Do you think she's gonna want us to do it together?"

For all his earlier bravado, I could tell Greg was as nervous as I was. She was a stranger. We'd met her at the taco place around the corner from our apartment. We'd flirted with her. Mostly it was him, but I played along. She was older than us, but not old. Early thirties was my best guess. She took a liking to Greg right way, started chatting him up from her spot a few lengths down the bar, encouraging his aggressive flirting.

"And what about her husband," I asked. Her husband, by the way, had been with her at the bar and had done nothing but encourage our collective advances. "What do you think he wants to do?"

"She already told us, remember?" We had started walking. In fact, as he continued, we passed through the doorway and into a bright but quiet lobby. "He just likes to watch." His voice seemed louder as he said it. The man behind the desk looked up briefly, nodded and offered a disinterested smile. I nodded to him, and Greg might have nodded, but neither of us spoke as we moved past him to the elevator.

Room 313. Greg gave a little knock. That's all it took. The door opened and the husband was standing there, alone. For just a second, my heart skipped a beat. I felt we'd made a mistake. He was going to rob us or rape us or simply kill us and chop us into bits.

"Come on in," he said pleasantly. He moved aside so we could enter.

From behind him came her voice. "Is that my taco twins?" She was standing in the room, between a pair of double beds. She was holding one of those flavored vodka drinks and she had changed into a lacy black nightie, one that rode high on her hips, low and tight up top. She smiled and went on. "I was fixing to start without you."

I took a step into the room and I felt Greg take a step as well. It was just an automatic move on my part and I'm sure it was for Greg as well. We weren't teenagers, but we were still young. I'd had a couple of girlfriends and a couple of one night stands and that was about it. I didn't even have any good stories. If we'd had time to think about what was actually about to go down, maybe we wouldn't have moved quite so quickly. But who knows. Again, we were young and we were walking hard-ons.

"Hold on just a second." That was the husband, suddenly setting a hand on both of our shoulders. "I got to give you boys some ground rules, understand?" We waited. My heart began to race. "First and foremost, Sandy's in charge, y'hear? Now, she ain't gonna whip you or nothing. She can get rough with you, if you're into that, but you're not doing anything with her if she don't approve it, okay? And you're wearing rubbers, got it?" Again, we didn't speak and again he went on. "Only other thing is the camera. We do this shit for the internet. Only way you getting any further in this room is that you understand." He looked from me to Greg and back. "Understand?"

I nodded and I felt him nodding. Both of us were looking straight ahead. Sandy hadn't stopped petting herself on the bed. She was watching us, rubbing her legs up and down, rubbing her crotch and tits through the slinky negligee. She had done her hair and put a lot of make up on since we'd met her those hours earlier. Then, with light make up and a ponytail, hooded sweatshirt and leggings, she had been attractive enough, but now she looked like a porn star. She had dark hair swept up into a tussle, smoky eyes that had a sort of upward lift to them, and thin red lips shining with gloss.

She wasn't wearing underwear, and she pulled her nightie up above her belly button. There was a tan line, a thin one cutting from the high on her hip to the soft fleshy fold of her inner thigh, and she had pubic hair, dark and neatly trimmed. She must have seen me staring. "Reckon you boys don't see a lot of muff, do you?" she asked me.

I shook my head and Greg said, "Some. Some girls got a little strip." He looked at me. "Karen Audette don't shave nothing. Big old kitty on her." He laughed. "She don't even shave her pits, man."

Maybe because we didn't move, maybe because Sandy looked at him and shrugged, maybe just because, the husband spoke again, "Well, let's get in there," he told us. "Her pussy is your pussy."

Sandy moved to a kneeling position at the end of the bed, crawling toward us as he spoke. When he finished she said, "I'll take it from here, old man. You just run the fucking cameras. Come here boys, and get those clothes off."

From that moment on she directed us, both with words and with actions. She led us to the bed, helped us both strip, then sat on the bed and started sucking us off. The husband moved around, getting different angles, standing for a while on the bed, looking down on all of us. I could see her staring right up into the camera. "Mmmm, boys. This is nice," Sandy murmured. "These are nice." She was slowly stroking us both, occasionally coming in for a few licks but not favoring one or the other. "You boys ever sword fight in a girl's mouth before?"

"Oh my god," Greg stammered. Then he laughed a little, and it made me a little uncomfortable.

Sandy pulled us closer, to each other and to her. She gripped each of us. And then I felt the tip of my dick touch the tip of his and a shiver went down my spine. I wasn't looking down. I was looking straight ahead. I was looking at her. I was looking out the window into the night sky. I was looking anywhere but down.

She pushed our cocks together and licked them, and then she got her mouth around both of them. The husband, still above us with the camera, said, "That's it. Suck those boys off. Get it all in there." I was taking heavy breaths and Greg was too. The husband went on. "Look at me while you do that. That's right. Look up at me, honey."

She pulled off of us and smacked her lips. "You want to come down here?" she asked him. She was stroking us, me with her right hand and Greg with her left, but she was looking up at him. "You want to have a triple joust?"

"Naw, baby," he told her thankfully. "You just go on and get yours. Show these boys what you can do." He was kind of laughing and she was kind of laughing with him and they were kind of into each other, but she continued to pull on our cocks.

Suddenly, Greg was crying out. "Shit," he stammered. "Oh, oh, oh." And just like that he was cumming.

"Jesus," I said.

Damn, son," said the husband.

Sandy said, "Woah," and she smiled and she tried to aim the last couple squirts away from herself, but the damage had already been done. He had an impressive load, and the first two shots hit her square in the face. The next couple hit her on the neck and chest before she was finally able to reign him in.

I'd been momentarily forgotten and was just beginning to soften in her hand. She must have felt it, or had some instinct about such things, because she began a slow stroking even as we all chuckled about Greg's blast.

"Wow," she said. "Oh, wow."

I laughed right out loud. The husband got down off the bed and walked around shooting from other angles.

With her free hand Sandy was wiping at the streaks of cum on her cheeks and chin, but it wasn't going anywhere, just smearing thinner and making her all shiny. "Can I wipe it off?" It wasn't really a question, more of a request for a towel, which did not immediately come forth.

"I don't know," the husband said. He aimed the camera at me. "You want her to wipe it off?"

I nodded, fully hard once again and excited to have her to myself for at least a little while. "Yeah," I told them both.

She looked at me as she took the towel from her husband. "Thanks," she said, wiping her face. A moment later she was climbing up me, she was pushing me back onto the bed. "You want to fuck for a little while?" She moved just a little past me, hovered over me. Her hair lined pussy was just above the tip of my boner. She reached toward a bedside table and I noticed a box of condoms there.

With an expert hand, she tore open the wrapper of one and yanked it out, had it rolled on to my erection in just a few seconds. As she got into position and pushed me inside her, she leaned back, arched her spine a little bit. With the forefinger and thumb of her right hand she spread her pussy open, glistening, throbbing as she rode my cock.

Of course, by now Greg was hard again, or at least aroused enough to join back in. "This is awesome," he said. I half expected him to reach out and start fingering her, but he didn't. He touched her tits and her belly a little bit but mostly he didn't interfere. I fucked her for a minute or two, thrusting up into her and squeezing her hips as she rode me.

"Let's see it, fellas." the husband said. "Get live up in here."

I squeezed her thin waist and slid my hand around to her backside and took a grip on her small but incredibly toned butt cheeks. She had her hands on my chest. Her hair was over her face but from my underneath position I could see her. She was moaning. She was gasping. She was beginning to sweat. I could feel the slickness on her when she leaned down into me and my hands ran up her back.

"That's good," she whispered. Up and down on me, a slow rhythm. Her muscles were tight. My muscles were tight. Her eyes were closed. My eyes were open. She was holding me tight with her thighs and she was grinding on me, but she glanced over her shoulder as Greg climbed on to the bed. "Oh baby," she cried out. "You back for more already?"

She looked down at me. "How are you?" she said. "Are you close?" She was mostly laying on top of me by now, riding me hard but slow. She wasn't tight, but she knew how to use her pussy. She had muscles in there I never felt before and I haven't felt since.

"I could be," I said. I kissed her chin and licked her neck.

"And you'll get hard again, right?" she whispered.

"Fuck yeah," I told her.

"Some pussy, ain't it, son?" the husband chimed in.

"This chick is a firecracker," Greg added, positioning himself next to us, rubbing her back.

And she was. And just like that, I was cumming. I grabbed her hips and I thrust deep into her, held her down on me as I exploded. I cried out and she squealed and smiled. "Fuck," I moaned as I pumped again and again and finally came to a stop.

She collapsed on top of me. "Yeah, baby," she cried out. "Ooooohhhhhyeah." I kissed her a little bit, tried to kiss her more, but she slowly rolled off of me and my softened dick slipped free of her.

"Fuck," I said again. I looked at Greg, who was pawing at her and slowly masturbating. "Dude," I said to him. "You gotta try that."

She was already reaching out, taking his cock in her hand. "Here, baby," she said, reaching over with her other hand into the bowl of condoms. "Let me wrap you up."

My condom was loose and bloated with cum, but still held on. I pulled it off easily and as I stood up I tossed it to the floor.

"Nah, son," the husband suddenly said. "I gotta sleep here. Go throw that thing in the fucking trash."

Greg was cracking up and I was laughing too, but I did as I was told, and I felt stupid for a few moments. By the time I returned to them, Greg and Sandy were going at it. She was missionary on the bed. Her legs were in the air and he was between them, ass to me as I came through the doorway.

"Wooh," the husband cackled. He glanced at me. "Your friend here says he can go three times."

"I'm thinking maybe four times," Greg announced breathlessly, bucking away on top of her.

Sandy, gyrating underneath, laughed and groaned and said. "Oh god, baby. Yeah. Give it to me all night long."

"Shit. You ready to pop already?" the husband asked him.

Greg was quickening his pace. "I'm ready," he called as he all of a sudden gave a tremendous heave of his whole body, threw himself into her with all his might.

"Aggggghhhhhhaaaaaatttttttt," she cried out, taking his weight on top of her.

"Holy shit," the husband yelled. "Yeah boy." He spoke then to me once again, looked at me and even pointed. "You got a lot to live up to, son."

"You ready, honey?" Sandy asked me. She had been spread eagle, arms behind her head since Greg left her. When she spoke, she turned halfway over, stretched, looked at me.

I said, "Will be," I cleared my throat. "In a minute."

She was moving in on me. "Let's speed that minute up, shall we?" she said, taking hold of my now semi-hard cock. She put it in her mouth and it hardened there, grew even as she held it firm. She giggled. She managed to lick the underside with her tongue. All the while, she held it deep in her throat.

"Ooohhhhhh," I cried out. I put my hand on her head, laced my fingers in her hair. "Oh my god. That's good. Mmm. That is good." I was smiling. While I wasn't exactly mugging for the husband's camera, I knew it was there. It excited me and caused my vocalizations to be a little more pronounced than they might have been otherwise. "So good at that shit."

"You're fuckin' A right," Greg chimed in. I noticed he was rubbing his cock, looked about ready to go at her again.

I ran a hand over her back. She was smooth and thin, and I could just feel the ridge of her backbone, the jagged curve of a shoulder blade. She had a hand on my leg and was rubbing me. Occasionally she would drag her nails across my skin.

Greg climbed onto the bed and got behind her, started patting her ass cheeks and playing with her and doing a bunch of stuff back there I mostly couldn't see. Plus, the state her incredible mouth had put me in, I mostly had my eyes closed. Before I knew it, the husband said, "Now we're talking," and Greg was fucking her.

She took her mouth off me to cry out. She jerked me off and he started in on her hard and fast and she continued to cry out. I hadn't even seen him get a condom, but when switched positions a few minutes later, I saw he had one on, dark blue and hilarious.

All of us got to our knees, Karen between us. We were each rubbing a side of her and she was sighing and smiling and touching us back.

"Dude, let me lay on the bed," I said to Greg. "Let me get a pillow."

I laid down on the bed. I had envisioned her mounting me and riding me. Instead, she crawled up and resumed sucking me off. I didn't stop her.

Just as she took hold of me, Greg took hold of her, climbing around and gripping her ass. We penetrated her almost simultaneously, me in her mouth and him in her pussy. She shifted her weight to her elbows and continued her work sucking me. Greg began to rail her as before. At one point I had both hands firmly on the back of her head and I was thrusting up into her mouth. Greg was jackhammering her and it was shaking the whole bed.

Sandy released me from her mouth and took a firm grip on me with her hand, began pulling in steady strokes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she began to whisper.

"Nice job, boys," the husband said.

"This is crazy," Greg stammered. "Crazy, right?" He was looking at me and we both paused and Sandy, by default, she had to pause too. I hadn't really thought about what was going on until just then. Everything was just sort of happening and it was fun and I was going to bust a nut and so I went with it, no questions asked. Up until it happened, I never thought it would happen, and then once it was happening there was nothing I could do to slow it down. We were best friends and all, but Greg and I hadn't even seen each other naked.

We went silent, the three of us on the bed and even the husband, hovering constantly on the edges. Greg slowed his pace. Sandy began a steady grind on him. She was giving me attention with both her mouth and her hand in equal parts.

"I could cum right now," Greg said. "Or I could wait." He was breathing hard and his shoulders glistened with sweat. Under his breath, he told her, "This will probably be my last go."

"Mmmmm," she moaned, rubbing her hands up and down her inner thighs. "Why don't you wait a little. Get me in some different positions." She looked at me. "How you doing, baby?"

"I'm cool," I said. "I can go for a while."

"You boys want to try a dp?" she asked us. "One of you can put it in my ass."

"Okay. I will," Greg said. "I mean, we can."

I froze up and, luckily, was led through the next few minutes like a wide eyed schoolboy.

She tossed me a fresh condom. "You can lay here," she said to me, indicating the bed and sliding to one side to allow me through. She also deftly rolled over, so that as I was going down onto my back, she was sitting up on to her knees. Just as I got the condom secure she straddled me. My cock stood up hard and straight. She lowered herself slowly on to it. Smiling. Breathing hard through her nose. Staring down at me. When she was fully on to me the two of us settled in together like interlocked puzzle pieces. She leaned forward, put some of weight onto my chest and looked behind her. "Okay," she said over her shoulder.

As Greg stepped up the husband tossed him a small bottle, which hit Greg on the chest and fell to the floor. "Lube up before you get in that ass," he said.

Sandy was rocking all the way down onto me as Greg moved in on her, lubing himself with long, slow strokes. She was still looking back at him. "Go slow," she sighed. She stopped working on me and relaxed. I could feel him pressing into her. After a few awkward movements between the three of us we settled into each other. She was holding herself on me and he was holding himself in her. She was breathing heavy and her eyes were closed. She was squeezing my left bicep and digging into me with her nails. None of us moved. Her skin was warm against me. I was as hard as I'd ever been.

Greg began to slowly pull out of her ass and she let out a soft, lingering moan. Her eyes were still closed.

"Damn boys," the husband chortled. "I ain't never heard her make a sound like that."

Slowly, slowly, Greg pushed back into her ass. I remained deep in her pussy. I'd say it was thirty seconds of that, measured strokes numbering no more than half a dozen. Sandy was softly gasping throughout and Greg was sort of purring. I might have been gasping, I might have been purring, I might have been silent. I was thrusting my hips beneath her, forcing myself in as deep as I could. I reached for her boobs and she leaned forward into me, offering. I squeezed them, one at a time and together; I even sat myself up long enough to kiss them.

"I can feel it," Greg moaned. "This is so fucking tight." He had his hands on her ass and was buried to his hilt.

"Oooh, that's it," she cried out. "Fuck my fucking holes. Fill me."

"Fill her up," the husband chimed in.

Greg picked up the pace and Sandy in turn started riding me up and down and no sooner had we picked up an easy rhythm than Greg said, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming in your ass." And then he quickly said, "Can I cum?"

She tightened her thighs and locked on to me with her legs. She bucked her pussy down hard and took all of my length, jacked on me as much as she was able with Greg still in her ass. An inch or two at a time she rode me, pushing herself hard when she came to the fullest of my length. It was incredible. She had muscles between her legs I'd never known a woman could have. She said, "Let's all cum together." She put her weight on me, leaned down and spoke only to me, all the while speeding up her gyrations. "Cum for me," she squealed to me. "Cum, cum!"

Greg lost it. "Aww god," he cried. "Ah, ah." He tensed up and his hips quivered and I knew he was coming.

She squeezed me with her pussy, with her hips and thighs. She even grabbed my upper arm and squeezed me there. I pushed myself deep inside of her and I released. I moaned and I grit my teeth and she cried out and Greg cried out again. It was fun but I couldn't hold out any longer. I buried my slippery erection in her and I started to cum, slamming away as I did.

"That's it, fellas," the husband said.

I felt Greg tense up and he bellowed, "Ooooohh yheah, yeah, yeah." He pushed into her so hard she nearly bounced off of me. I gripped her hips as I continued to spurt. She froze. She squeezed. She quivered. Her whole body tightened, and as Greg and I slowly relaxed so did she.

"Yeah, that's it," the husband repeated. "God damn, baby."

"Fuck," Greg muttered. "Fuckin A."

Sandy was smiling and I pulled her down onto me and kissed her neck. I could still smell her perfume but now there was also sweat, there was must, there was hot and minty breath. She quivered momentarily when Greg pulled out of her. For a few seconds it was just her and I, and then she put a hand on my chest and sat up and took a satisfied breath. I was still inside her, but I was soft. When she lifted herself, my once proud erection flopped out and fell onto my stomach with a wet smack.

"Alright, baby," the husband said. He still held the camera, taking it all in. "Another one bites the dust. Or should I say another two?"

She ruffled her hair, still smiling, still straddling me. "Oh, my boys, my boys." She put her hands on my thighs and pushed herself to a standing position. From underneath her, I could look right up into that pussy, the dark patch of hair and the glistening, inflamed lips. She stepped down from the bed and the husband took her hand as she did so. He kept the camera on as he followed her to the bathroom and he stayed in there with her for several minutes.

Greg and I got dressed and we were grinning and I muttered, "Holy fuck, dude," and he burst out laughing. A short while later, just as I was beginning to wonder if they were coming back out or if we were just going to have to leave, the husband emerged. He didn't have the camera.

"Nice work, guys," he said. "That's going to be a good one."

Sandy then stuck her head out the bathroom door. "Nice to meet you, boys," she said. "You were awesome." And she disappeared again.

The husband went on, shifting his body to subtly move us toward the door. "We have your numbers," he said. "We'll be in touch. I'm sure we can do more work in the future, I mean, if you're up for it."

We walked down the hallway, rode down the elevator and crossed the lobby without saying a word. As we stepped out into the night, we couldn't keep quiet, and we couldn't speak of anything else.