The Third Couple

Part One

Terry Simmons had been a friend of mine since the third grade.  He was one of four children, and the only male.  He definitely had the brains in his family.  Scholarships and academic awards followed him around all through his life.  I thought I was a good student—and I was—but Terry usually had superior grades over me, year in and year out, in just about every subject.

Terry may have been smart but he was totally oblivious about his three sisters, one of whom was older than he was.  They had the deserved reputation of being the most promiscuous—and thus the “easiest” girls—anywhere on the west side of town.  How they turned out this way is anybody’s guess.  Terry’s family was religious, but the three Simmons girls never came close to embracing modesty or chastity.

The oldest was Francine, a plain-Jane type who made up for a lack of beauty with a hyperactive sexual libido.  She was two years older than Terry.  Francine had every nook and cranny of her high school memorized.  That way she could find an out-of-the way place to please horny boys by the dozen with her various oral skills.  A year younger than Terry was Amanda.  She was pleasantly plump, but she was vivacious, buxom, and just as popular with the boys because her sexual appetite was said by those in-the-know to exceed her older sister’s.  Titty fucks in the school’s supply rooms or under the football bleachers were said to be Amanda’s specialty.  Autumn was Terry’s youngest sister.  She was nine years his junior and eight years younger than Amanda. Despite not even being a teenager, Autumn was rumored to be sexually active at her elementary school.  Unquestionably she was the most attractive of the three Simmons sisters.  Autumn was a classic beauty, certainly pretty enough to attract the attention of her male classmates who were beginning puberty.

Terry and I liked to play board games and sports, so I was at his house quite a bit during the summer of my twentieth year.  (Francine was no longer there.  She had been impregnated by a nerdish fellow named Winston who probably figured he had gotten lucky with a one-night stand.  Winston’s family and the Simmons family both held religious views that did not permit abortions, so Francine became a mother and Winston a reluctant young father and husband. They were living with their baby in a small apartment.)  Amanda and Autumn were still at home.  Amanda liked to make sexually charged jokes when I was around.  I think she wanted me to join her private titty-fuck club, but she was just too over-the-top for conservative me.  Pretty 11-year-old Autumn didn’t say much.  She had straight blonde hair that cascaded down her back.  Still basically flat-chested, Autumn was indeed the prize of the Simmons girls, becoming cuter by the year.  Taking after her two sisters’ overt sexuality, Autumn tended to wear t-shirts that were just a little bit tight. They made her newly burgeoning breast buds more prominent.

Terry’s days were numbered in his hometown.  Among the numerous scholarship offers he received, one was from the prestigious math department of Stanford University.  He simply could not turn it down.  He left for northern California, 2,000 miles away, in late August and I never saw him again.  But I did see his three sisters in a most intimate way.  It was quite by accident.

I had another friend named Jim Fontaine.  I had known him since the fourth grade.  We enjoyed the same type of humor.  Jim was very business-savvy.  He was also an out-of-control hedonist—especially when it came to sexual exploits.  He was not particular at all about the females he bedded or if they were of legal age.  He was the first person I knew who used the phrase, “If there’s grass on the infield…play ball!”  This was the early 1980s, pre-internet, so Jim also had accumulated an impressive stash of porn magazines, sex manuals, and generally dirty books.  He especially liked the special editions of Penthouse—those that were comprised solely of steamy, lecherous letters allegedly written to the editor.  It did not surprise me that Jim and Amanda’s paths would eventually cross.  With each having the morals of an alley cat, they seemed made for each other.

One day Jim stopped by my house for a visit.  He was very excited because he had a date with Amanda Simmons scheduled on Saturday night.  He referred to it as “a guaranteed sex date”.  According to common scuttlebutt, every date with Amanda concluded in someone’s bed, but I still teased him that he might come up empty.  He said, “No chance.  We’re going to her sister’s apartment building.  Francine has reserved the rec hall for the four of us to play some sort of role-playing sex game.  The girls had been researching it.  This Saturday the girls pretend we are conquering heroes and cater to our every whim.  Of course, this includes having sex in view of the other couple—and perhaps with the other couple.  I’m looking forward to it.  Man, I can’t wait to squeeze my penis between Amanda’s whoppers and cum all over them!”  Saturday night was still five days away, but I told Jim I was happy for him and his penis.

On Friday, I got a surprising telephone call from Jim.  He was horribly annoyed.  It seemed that his upcoming night of debauchery had encountered an unexpected impediment.  Autumn Simmons had found out about the “orgy” to take place at Francine’s apartment building and was threatening to spill the beans to her religious parents.  If that happened, Amanda would be seriously grounded—and Mr. and Mrs. Simmons might stop paying the bulk of Francine’s rent and grocery bills.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at Jim’s predicament.  “So, you’ll never get a chance to fuck Amanda—until maybe Sunday or Monday,” I joked.

“Hey, I was all worked up for this,” Jim insisted.  “This role-playing stuff was making me horny already.”  Jim paused and said, “It still might happen, though.”

“And how might that be?” I inquired.

Jim said, “I told you that Autumn Simmons was threatening to spill the beans. She hasn’t done it yet.  The little extortionist is holding out for something.”

Now I was openly laughing at the situation.  I said, “Okay, tell me what she wants.”

Jim paused for a moment.  He said, “She wants to be in on the role-playing game, too.  Here’s the best part:  She has a crush on you!  She wants you and her to be a third couple.  In other words, she wants you to fuck her!”

Once I was convinced that Jim was totally serious, he wanted to know if I’d consent to it.  I told him I’d call him back in a few minutes.  I thought about it.  (Boy, did I think about it!)  My first reaction was a combination of shock and disbelief.  However, upon further consideration, I realized Autumn’s devious plan was a great compliment to me—and how could I turn her down?  (To be completely honest, the clincher was when I visualized myself merrily fondling Autumn’s delectable breast buds.)  When I returned Jim’s call, he picked up on the first ring.  I said, “Jim, my good friend…you’ve always said I should loosen my morals a bit and spread some wild oats.  On Saturday evening, Autumn Simmons will be getting several loads of my wild oats.”  Jim literally said, “Yippee!” and hung up the phone.

Not long afterward I got a phone call from Amanda Simmons.  She was the main organizer of the role-playing game, which was no surprise as it fit her character perfectly.  She explained the night’s theme:  The three males have just returned from war as conquering heroes who helped save their country.  In gratitude, their devoted wives/significant others are treating them like princes for a special night with plenty of their favorite foods and drinks—and lots of wild sex.  As I was one of the heroes, Amanda wanted to know what goodies I wanted (not counting Autumn’s pussy).  I also told her I would contribute $20 to offset the cost of the shindig.  I was told to be at Francine’s apartment building’s rec hall at 7 p.m.   I was also advised to wear loose-fitting clothing, which I found amusing.

Part Two (Author's Special Note)

Dear readers:

I apologize for doing so, but I must interrupt the flow of the story here.

It is precisely at this point in the story when something utterly fantastic and remarkable occurs:  In something akin to an act of science fiction, Autumn Simmons miraculously ages seven full years overnight!  It was a remarkable phenomenon.  She is no longer a preteen.  She is now a lovely 18-year-old, an adult in every way!  That handy revelation and disclaimer allows me to salsify certain rules so I can continue with this story.

Part Three

On the appointed night, I arrived at the address at about 6:50.  Jim, as horny as I’d ever seen him in his life, had arrived 30 minutes early.  The other four participants were already there.  Amanda and Autumn Simmons had lied to their parents, claiming they were visiting Francine and Winston to see their baby.

We all headed to the rec hall in the lower floor of the apartment building.  It was a big room designed to accommodate a decent sized party.  (It obviously doubled as a small gym as there were lines on the tile floor for badminton courts.)  It seemed enormous for just the six of us—seven if you count the baby in the carriage that Winston was pushing.   I certainly hadn’t counted on an infant being present at a sex party—and by Jim’s negative expression, neither had he.  Francine sensed we were unhappy about it.  “Don’t worry, guys, he’s a good baby.  He’ll sleep through everything,” she correctly predicted.

Amanda and Autumn had been there early to do preparations.  A black privacy screen had been smartly pulled down to cover the window on the door so no curious outsiders could see what was going on inside the hall.  The sisters had spread several large, thick gym mats and assorted pillows on the floor for soft places for us to lie and do what comes naturally.  They had also set up tables with assorted drinks and snacks.  I could see my table.  It held my requested foods:  bags of Hershey’s kisses and tortilla chips plus several bottles of RC Cola.  It also had pink cream soda, gummy bears, and candy-coated popcorn.  That menu reminded me that my fuck buddy for the night had very youthful tastes in treats.

“Okay, we all know why we’re here,” Amanda began.  “Victorious soldiers, go into the changing room and disrobe. Music will begin to play out here.  Then you will hear this bell ring three times.”  Amanda demonstrated it.  “This bell is the signal for you to step into the room—completely unclothed.  You will be met by your lover—who will also be nude.  She will take you by the arm and lead you to her spot on the floor where you will make passionate love with each other.  Got it?”

“Aye, aye!” I replied and saluted.  “Yes, ma’am!” said Jim enthusiastically.  “Okay,” chirped in Winston, who did not seem to share the level of enthusiasm for the evening’s carnal activities that Jim and I had.

The three of us stepped into the men’s change room to change into nothing.  Jim raced to be the first one of us undressed.  I was second to be in the buff.  Winston, the old married man, brought up the rear.  I wasn’t at all shocked that Jim was already sporting wood, but I was surprised that I had a tremendous erection, too.  Jim noticed it.  He commented, “Well, you certainly seem ready and very enthusiastic to fuck Autumn.”

“This is coming from the ‘grass-on-the-infield’ guy,” I pointed out.

“I her infield is grassy, the sod must be very fresh,” Jim insisted.  Winston chuckled at that remark.

Just then, a piece of classical music began to play in the rec hall.  I recognized it as “Waltz of the Flowers” by Tchaikovsky, which I thought was quite appropriate for the occasion.  “Boys,” I said, “we’ll soon find out!”  The bell rang three times.  That was our cue to appear.

I hadn’t gone two steps out the door when Autumn linked her arm with mine and led me to our fucking place.  I was pleasantly surprised to see how utterly beautiful Autumn was with no clothing on.  She had a beaming smile that night.  She had a cute, firm bum that I couldn’t wait to caress.  She had summer tan lines that showed evidence of a bikini.  (Those lines highlighted her sweet little breasts, if you could call them that.)  Her hair smelled absolutely lovely, like wildflowers; I could tell she had just shampooed it.  There were also some plastic accessories in her hair to enhance Autumn’s little-girl look that so many older men find appealing.  My penis was at full attention by the time Autumn and I reached our soft gym mat.  Before we were seated, I had the foresight to grab a bag of Hershey’s kisses from the nearby table.  We could sexily feed them to each other as part of our love-making ritual.

The idea, I suppose, was to do a bit of screwing, and then do a bit of spectating, do a bit more screwing, spectate some more, and so forth.  Perhaps the other two couples did that, but Autumn and I didn’t.  We were happily oblivious to the other goings-on in the room.  We couldn’t care less what was happening with Jim and Amanda 20 feet to our left and Francine and Winston 30 feet to our right.  (Granted, Jim gave us occasional clues by saying, “Oh, yeah…let me fuck those big, gorgeous titties of yours.”)  Autumn and I embraced and kissed for 15 blissful minutes before doing anything seriously sexual.  Oh, did I like the feeling of having this youthful sexpot wrapped in my arms!  Autumn’s lips were especially soft and her breath smelled like strawberry bubble gum.  It was absolutely erotic.  “Autumn, you are one beautiful girl,” I told her sincerely.  “Thanks for wanting me to be here.”

She responded by increasing the passion of her kisses.  Finally, I told Autumn, “I think we’re being watched.  It’s showtime for the third couple.”  Indeed, the other two couples were in pause mode with their fucking, no doubt the result of the males having ejaculated.  Therefore, Autumn and I were the whole show for the time being.  I immediately caressed Autumn to the mat, put a soft pillow under her blonde tresses, and began to fondle her small but sexy breasts.  Her nipples were hard and inviting.  I simply could not resist sucking on them.  I began planting kisses all the way down her torso until I reached her pretty pussy.  (Jim had been right about the infield.)  No matter.  I licked and sucked on it with great vigor, eventually bringing her to orgasm.  This amusingly brought applause from the other four role-players.

Autumn then returned the favor and began to pleasure me.  She put a pillow under my head so I’d be fully comfortable.  Then she began working on my stiff dick.  Looking into her beautiful, lustful eyes while she licked the top of my penis was absolutely heavenly.  I struggled not to come too quickly.  I stopped the hand job Autumn was giving me and guided her back onto the mat.  I instructed her to spread her legs and let me enter her.  I slowly, lovingly inserted my penis into that beautiful crevice.  I didn’t care if Autumn had been screwing since the six the grade.  I pretended that she was virginal and a youthful treasure to be enjoyed.  (Hey, I was half right!)  I pumped her vagina slowly with long thrusts.  Eventually nature took over.  I pulled out just before a gusher of cum hit Autumn’s stomach area.  It ran in several directions off her sexy body.  Naughtily, she used her right index finger to scoop up some of my jism and slowly let it drip onto her waiting tongue.  She acted like it was the best thing in the world.  Wow!  Autumn certainly knew how to put on a sexy show!  That got us—mostly Autumn—another round of applause.  “God, you ought to be a porn star,” I told her.  Autumn softly smiled and whispered to me, “Hey, maybe I will someday!  Thanks for agreeing to be here.”

I added a bit of levity by shouting, “And you two guys wondered why I had a major hardon in the change room!”

For the next three hours, the six of us enjoyed our snacks, screwed some more, and even talked a bit.  Amanda mentioned that the “rules” of this role-playing game did allow for the swapping of partners.  (I think Amanda was subtly trying to get me to fuck her.)  Although the other four players changed fuck buddies for the final 40 minutes, Autumn and I were content to enjoy and explore each other in many sexy ways.  (For example, I had fun licking partially melted Hershey’s kisses off Autumn’s sexy little breasts.  I highly recommend it.)  In all, I ejaculated four times before the night was done, the last one occurring while I rubbed my dick in the crack of Autumn’s beautiful bum. My penis was sore for a week, but it was worth it.  We all helped with the postgame cleanup.  Amanda smartly had brought along a bucket, a sponge, plenty of paper towels, and a large container of liquid soap!

We were all exhausted by what had been a fun and memorable night.  As we started on our separate ways, Amanda asked, “How about we continue this role-playing next Saturday?  This time the guys cater to us.”