THREESOME

The murmur in my ear brought me back to the real world. I could feel the fingertips of another human being moving up and down my thighs and getting all over my flesh. I was not dead and certainly have not gone to heaven but I have felt paradise for hours the previous night. I knew I was not alone in bed but had no inkling of time and place at the time. Then I could feel another warm breath on my nose and upper lips. And another set of fingers on my arms and shoulders and breasts. I woke up to find myself in bed with two men.

Then I remembered everything. The man in front of me who was now caressing my lips with his warm tongue was Saeed, a forty-odd year old gorgeous guy with light brown eyes and curly black hair which turned into grey on the temples. Kamran was pressing his hard hairy chest into my back, nibbling at my eyes, saying some incomprehensible endearments. I had fucked at least three Kamrans and one Saeed before them and each one had something new to offer. This Kamran was in his mid thirties, a cousin of Saeed, with hairy muscular chest and a very handsome face.

Getting to know them was one of the most exciting experiences of my lavish sex life. I am not new in taking total strangers to bed but this time it was really different.

Everything started with a fan mail from Saeed, two years ago asking for a date. I had received so many of them that I couldn’t really take any of them seriously. I remember I was fucking other guys at the time and there was never any shortage of hard cocks for me so I did not even reply to most of these dates. A couple of them were foreigners living in Tehran and many of them were Iranians who had lived abroad since all my previous articles were in English. I could not remember their names since there were hundreds of mails every week so Saeed’s second and third letter had gone unnoticed and unopened for at least two years.

Then about two months ago I received another email with and eye-catching subject. “See My Cock”. The sender’s name was Saeed and it had an attachment. On impulse I opened it and could not believe my eyes. There was a picture taken by a digital camera of the lower part of a man’s body. It showed the navel, the hairy triangle and a most beautiful instrument in repose. I was really mesmerized by this sight. The tool was whitish pink and very thick even in resting position . “ My invitation is still open” the letter said. So there had been other letters by Saeed. Immediately I searched my mail and found all three emails. He had described his previous encounters with women and bragged about his tools measurements in those letters, asking for a date, giving a mobile phone number.

Looking at his photo I could say he was humbly underestimated in describing his lovely manhood. It sent a shiver through my body but I dared not pick up the phone and call him. What if the whole thing was a sham and I was a prey for ministry of intelligence. I did not believe such a lovely cock belonged to an average Joe and thought about all kinds of conspiracy theories. It might have been a photo taken from the web in order to entrap me.

For a couple of days I couldn’t bring myself to call the number but at last I came up with a wise plan. If the picture was real, then there would be no problem taking another photo. So I replied “How about standing up when talking to a lady?”

Two days later I received another mail with a photo in the same frame showing the same lovely tool standing at attention saluting me on the monitor. I doubted if this cock was not made of marble. I am not inexperienced when it comes to dealing with lovely penises but this lovely alabaster was quiet a novelty even for my experienced eyes. This single photo excited me so much that I had to play with myself at night to get to sleep. The next morning I decided to call him but I still had doubts. I bought a telephone card and called the number from a telephone booth.

A man picked up the phone, I said I wanted to talk to Mr. Saeed and he said that was him. I introduced myself and suddenly his serious tone mellowed. “ Oh, how are you? I was waiting for your call” he said.

“How are YOU, lovely creature?” I answered to myself inaudibly. We talked for a while. I refused to see him that day and promised to call him soon. After three days of talking on the phone we agreed to meet at a new shopping mall in the north of Tehran with a small coffee shop.

He was there when I got to the place and by seeing me he stood up and held out his hand . I shook it and sat down. “How did you recognize me?” I asked. He said reading all those things I had written about myself he was looking for a beautiful classy lady, and judging by my shoes and the strand of pearl I was wearing he was sure I was the one. There was no trace of vulgar language in our conversation and we talked about many things with poker faces. I did not mention his lovely cock and he did not talk about my bitchy past at all. Every now and then I could see his shining eyes were admiring the mound on my chest and the curves of my body. I had taken off my jacket and thrown it over my shoulders so that he could see my figure and he was making the most of this sight. Once I followed the line down his abdomen and traced the lines of a very big bulge under his slacks. It made me shiver with anticipation and yet we went on talking about economy and foreign relations with poker faces.

All of a sudden he asked if there was a quite place to go and talk and almost immediately I said yes. I don’t know what happened but I remembered opening my eyes in one of our empty apartments. We must have taken off our clothes somewhere along the way form the hallway to the bedroom and we were naked and doing it . His tool was much better than I thought and he was taken aback by my naked body. He was a lovely man and knew how he could use his assets. I gave him a short blow job and later he put the head of his alabaster cock on the lips of my vagina, pushing forward. I don’t know how to describe it but it was like going to heaven and getting back to earth by each thrust of his lovely cock into my pussy. I came at least two times, before I felt the warm splash of his liquid pouring into me. I was unconscious with pleasure and when I came to, the first thing I asked was where had he hidden his treasure form me. I sucked his delicious tool for half an hour before letting him in for another round of hungry fuck.

We met three times before he asked me to bring a cousin to our meetings for a threesome and I agreed at once. Kamran was at least ten years younger and ten times hornier than Saeed. He fucked me while Saeed was watching and watched while Saeed was putting his lovely tool inside me. It was so lovely to be under Saeed with his big cock moving in and out of me, watching Kamran playing with his cock and getting ready for his turn. We practiced every possible position and on our next meeting decided to sleep the whole night in the same bed. Saeed fucked me only twice but the inexhaustible Kamran never left me alone. He was inside me all the night pushing and shoving his lovely tool in and out of my worn off vagina rubbing it on my tired clitoris. There is a lot of marks on my shoulder and breasts where he had bitten me through the night.

If there is a heaven it is on the earth and not so far from where we live. We just have to get up and find it. Yes I saw it . I have seen the paradise in Tehran.