DP – Double Penetration – The “Traditional” Way

Ha, I love using a word like “traditional” when it comes to something like a sexual act that most “traditional” people would think of as perverted. “Traditional” double penetration? What the hell is that?? Well, here is an example of a “non-traditional” DP: DP a Different Way. Pretty freakishly hot, if you want my (biased) opinion. But don’t take my word for it, go on over and have a read for yourself.

So anyway, there we were, the three of us, on an overnight getaway. And here it is, Anal August. And there I was, thinking about sex and remembering that the last couple of times all three of us have been together, we haven’t actually had sex. So I took the bull(s) by the horns and said, “Seeing as it is Anal August, I think we should celebrate by trying to do DP again.”

DP is not actually something that I crave. I love the feel of four hands on me, mauling me, holding me down, one of them grabbing my flesh or hair while the other one fucks me, even, sometimes (~gasp~) caressing me.  I love fucking one and then the other, being fucked by one and then the other, or going from one to the other with my mouth.  But DP is…complicated, and takes some maneuvering, coordination and a bit more, er, strategizing, than I usually like in my sex.

Also, it’s hard to get fucked really hard in DP, because it’s a bit, well, awkward. Awkward, and, because I have to actually coordinate the movements between us all, it is of necessity largely me that is driving things, which doesn’t always work for my brain. In my fantasy I would be being held down, forced onto one cock and having have my ass forcefully spread open for the other.

The reality is not quite that aggressive, unfortunately.

But I do so love the feel of both their cocks in me. There is the physical feel of them – thick and hard and filling me from both sides, their balls warm and soft all around my vulva, the feel of their bodies in me and on me and under me.  And I love feeling that full! Not exactly stretched (tho Ad in the back hole does stretch and fill me) but fullness from the inside out, fullness in every part of me that can be filled. I swear I can feel their two cocks sliding against each other along the inner wall that divides my anus from my vagina, and it is divine. And there is the mental feel of them, of having MY TWO MEN FUCKING ME AT ONCE.  ~sqwee!~ (That was a mini-braingasm.)

So anyway, yeah. There we were in the hotel room. Ad was positioned behind and I was on top of W. I was stroking W’s cock, trying to get him hard, and I could feel Ad behind me stroking his. I’d kind of hoped that it was going to happen more…organically…than it did. You know, a little kissing, both Guys fondling me, fingering me maybe, a little mauling, pinching and pulling, maybe even some spanking or a nice crop or something first. (No rope, we all knew that I needed to be somewhat free to move in order to make it work.) But being held down a bit? Or a little choking, so we could at least pretend it was something like my fantasy?

The (sometimes sad) reality is that the Guys don’t really fuck me like that too often. Even after all this time I think they have a bit of…reticence…in that regard, and so it’s often hands-off by one when the other is fucking me. In my imagination they are both all over me! But in reality they are more…reserved than that, at least initially. Most times, after we get into it, they will both participate fully. But a lot of times I have to actually encourage and almost instruct them to do it. I *think* it’s some misguided attempt at gentlemanliness, or whatever it’s called when one Guy doesn’t want to step on the other Guy’s, er, toes. It certainly isn’t squeamishness at there being another guy body there. They both get off on watching me get fucked and giving head to the other one. But it’s more like…tag-team…when we have sex. Yeah, that’s it. They tag each other in. LOL Which is freakin’ hot at times!  But every once in awhile, I’d love for them both to just…you know…ravish me. Hands and cocks and mouths all over me! Yum!

Ooops, kinda went off into a little fantasy there. Where were we? Oh yes…

~coming back to reality~

It’s weird – and wonderful – how well you to get know another person – their minds, their fantasies, their triggers, their signals – after years together. I of course know many of both men’s triggers, what turns them on and gets them hard. Ad was getting hard thinking about ass-fucking. He loves fucking my ass. He slid a lubed finger and the tip of his cock around the outside of my hole, then pushed each just a little bit inside, and I could feel him getting harder and more excited. But W was…not quite there yet. Oh I know he was excited about it. He’s always had a thing for DP. But his fantasies about it run quite a bit darker and edgier than the way it was going down now.

I knew what he needed. He needed the same thing I did: to have it be dirty, to have it be a little wrong, to insert some CNC into things, if only in his imagination.

Wait, I need to back up here a bit. See, I knew what he needed because I need the same thing…I needed them to be grabbing me and fucking me, taking me and using me that way, whether I “wanted” them to or not. This whole “insert part B into slot A” method, with me running the show, was not going to do it for me. But I had also realized that, moments before we got started – and exactly as it seems to do every time it’s inconvenient – my period had decided to start.

W hadn’t even hesitated. “I’ll fuck your hole, bloody or not.”

We all know how I feel about that. It gave me a shiver of embarrassment and heat, and that was all it took for me. I got squishy and wet and excited, even if it was choreographed and I was having to be the director.

I needed W to be the equivalent of wet and excited and squishy. So I leaned over and did something I very seldom do – I talked dirty to him. I put my mouth down by his ear and I told him that I knew what he needed to get hard. I told him a story about what should be happening in that hotel room. That he should be holding me by a rope around my neck, with his cock shoved up in my cunt, keeping me still and spreading my ass cheeks. And then I would hear a noise behind me and start to look around, but he would slap my face and tell me to keep my eyes on him, or maybe he would grab my hair and force me to face him. Then he would nod at whoever it was coming into the room. Some stranger I didn’t know and couldn’t see, and he would hold my ass open and let the other man fuck me…the two of them, him and this stranger, raping my ass…

God, I’m getting wet thinking about it.

More importantly, he started to get hard, and so was Ad, and pretty soon, after some maneuvering, Ad was lodged deep in my ass and W was in my cunt and as for me, well, I was in heaven.

It can be difficult to “get there” during DP, though. It’s hard to find a rhythm that works right for everyone, hard not to have one guy slip out, and hard for me to find the right angle for my own pleasure. DP is pleasurable all on its own, of course (see the above commentary on feeling full) and I love being sandwiched and squeezed between my two men, and if my head had been in the right fantasy space, I might not have needed the extra “push” on my clit, but it was still a little too “nice” for my head, so I knew I was going to need some clitoral stimulation to get me there. And Ad’s cock, so long and thick, sliding in and out of my ass (he had found a very nice rhythm), and W’s cock, getting harder and thicker in my cunt, was starting to get me really excited. I wanted to “get there” – but I couldn’t get the right contact!

I started to make little mewling whiny noises and squirm, which was threatening to pull us all apart and end the whole thing, something I did not want to happen.  So I stopped moving and just stay still, panting.  And god love him – W reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of my hair and reached down between our bodies and grabbed a handful of pussy with his other.

Yeah, I meant what I said: he grabbed a handful of pussy. He didn’t “rub my clit.” He grabbed the whole thing – clit, pussy lips and all, and applied pressure, squeezing and crushing them together. My rings ground against each other and into my sensitive cunt lips, sliding against each other with the wetness of my period blood and my juice; my clit trapped between them.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I panted, trying desperately not to pull away from Ad’s thrusts into my ass but needing to lean into W’s hand, both to relieve the pinch of the rings and to increase the pressure, which in turn intensified the pinch…

pleasure/pain – pain/pleasure – pleasure/pain

…all mixed up together and his hand in my hair, grasping and pulling and holding me still and forcing me to be there, to take it up the ass because he wanted me to…and Ad’s thrusts, almost too deep to take, stretching me and filling me…

I shoved my face into the pillow next to W’s neck to keep from waking the entire hotel with my screams when I came, bucking back and forth between W’s cock and hands and Ad’s cock behind me.

Ad pulled away from me and I rolled off W and we all three lay panting on the bed.

But wait, there’s more! 

No really, you’ll have to wait until my next post to see how it all ends.

Ha!

Comments

  1. Molly

    Can we have a video of this too *laughes…

    Sorry, seriously now, this is one seriously HOT tale. I have only done this once but it was pretty damn awesome. You are one lucky Jade.

    Mollyxxx

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