My time with Randy, Part 3
A Terrific Triad
Randy apologized to Lola and me for intruding. But who could be mad at such a gorgeous nubian stud, as he stood smiling and naked at the doorway. The hermaphroditic (excuse me, "intersexual") she-male, Lola, and I?both nude as well, interrupted as we were at play?were momentarily speechless as our eyes savored his buff, beautiful black body. Needless to say, his rigid and impressively large, thick organ purposely aimed our way.
Lola sighed, breaking the spell. "Isn't he just lovely," she exclaimed.
So obvious a question needed no answer from me. Randy just laughed and joined us on the bed.
"Where shall we start," he asked.
"Well," I said, "I have a nicely prepped hole, courtesy of Lola, and I hate to let her much appreciated work so far go to waste."
"Okay," chirped Lola, "let's just continue as before. And Randy, you just figure out in the meantime what you want to do. But I have very urgent business that needs attending to," she added, pointing down at her stiff, quivering, lube-glistened cock.
I looked longingly at Randy's inviting big black boner and would have preferred it hammering up my love chute instead of Lola's diminutive one. But I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Besides on all intimate occasions I'm always courteous and obliging to any- and everyone. So I again assumed the position at the edge of the bed; Lola moved behind me once more and continued where we had left off. Soon I was again helplessly lost in pleasured reverie, groaning jibberish as she slowly, methodically, pounded me into muttering, helpless submission
As Lola labored and I panted and moaned as she fucked me, Randy laid back on the bed and stretched out in full naked view. He watched us with an appreciative smile on his face as he stroked his impressive, upstanding manhood. Though by then in a pleasure-racked twilight zone, I had enough external concentration left to observe his diligently primed organ as it began oozing copious and delicious precum. Between groans, I licked my lips, my gaze helplessly trapped by the hypnotic attraction cast by Randy's quivering rod. The overpowering feeling from Lola's measured fucking intensified as I watched Randy's fastidious handiwork on his now slippery wet cock. Emotionally and physically, I reached a point that I felt overwhelmed, narcotic-like, by my senses of sight, sound, smell, and feeling as wave after wave of lusting desire fogged my brain.
After a while, Randy shifted his position. He now placed himself closer to me. On his back, he spread his legs to either side of me and positioned his torso in front. In this position, his taut, inviting cock stood at its inviting full mast just mere inches below my drooling, lusting mouth. I succumbed greedily to its beckoning. Capturing it with my lips, I then jacked the quivering organ with one hand, carefully balancing myself on the bed with other, and performed the rituals of licking, tonguing, sucking, and deep-throating--that is to the extent my gullet would allow, given the massiveness of Randy's tool. Consequently, to all of my other helplessly narcotized sensory perceptions was delightfully added that of taste.
I slowly came back enough to realize that both Lola and Randy were practiced masters in controlling themselves. I sensed that Lola would repeatedly near orgasm but would inhibit her culmination again and again by slowing down, even stopping at times, during her prodding of my helpless, willing ass.
Randy too, fought against the spewing of his hair-trigger cock by now and then withdrawing it to mere inches from face. He would then tap the crown of his manhood against my cheek until he became relaxed enough to forestall coming. Only then, would he again permit my eager, salivating mouth the pleasure of savoring his thick, gloriously jutting manhood.
I began to wonder why Lola and Randy would be denying themselves pleasurable release. Then it dawned on me! They must be waiting for me to show signs of coming so they could make sure I would be able to join them in mutually synchronized orgasms by all three of us. I decided to help it all along by now and then removing my hand from Randy's cock and repeatedly pawing at my loosely dangling cock or rubbing more fully my sensitized crotch, trying to goad my body more quickly toward much-needed climax. At the same time, my mouth and bobbing head of course did not miss a beat in their relentless work on Randy 's prized possession. In a sense then, my partners had given me the lead in this orgiastic orchestration--with Lola and Randy choosing to follow me by holding their releases in abeyance until my gushing spasming of delight was on its way.
And soon enough, I climaxed though my flaccid dick was only able to spew but one weak wad. Both Lola and Randy had timed themselves perfectly to my reacting as they had desired. Each moaned in concert with me as they too orgasmed. Lola thrusted her shaft more forcefully into my ass each time a wad of cum exited her cock; Randy in turn convulsively spurted wad after wad of his essence behind my capturing lips, until mixed with my drool, the gooey fluid dribbled heavily from the one corner of my mouth, on to Randy's genitals then down his underside to the bedsheet below.
All three of us were quickly roused from our afterglows when we heard clapping and cheers from the doorway. It had been opened unnoticed by us during our endeavors. All along, we had had an onlooking audience of some of the other guests. They were standing there naked, and had taken in our erotic spectacle. All had erect cocks, testimonials to their appreciation of our performance. Undoubtedly, a couple or all had been jacking themselves in appreciation of Randy's, Lola's, and my 'thespianic' efforts.
One of them then asked, " Is this a closed party within our party, or are other guests also invited?"
Lola, Randy, and I looked at each other and in unison laughed. Randy said, "Why not?" looking at Lola and me for affirmation. Of course we readily agreed. And what followed, would add to making this a night for me to forever remember. But that part of my journal best be told in Part 4...
Ron Slimman