Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 16: Tanya , Bobby - and Me

Weekend at the Cabin: XVI -- Tanya and Bobby - and Me
Nobody said much more the rest of the way home from Tim's, but once we got back to Tanya's place, before we dropped her off she said, "Guys ...?"
"Yes?"
"You know how I said it felt real empty when Joanne stopped doin' that hand thing ... when she pulled her hand out of me?"
Yes, we knew.
"Well ... I still got that empty feeling ... ""
We smiled but didn't say anything, waiting to see if she would come out and say what it was that she really wanted. But when she didn't say anymore, just fidgeted a little and kept looking down, I finally said, "And you were wondering if maybe Tim and I could do something that would give you that feeling of being full again ...?"
There was a look of relief on her face as she looked up. "Yeah. Maybe, if you could ..."
But apparently that wasn't quite enough. We decided to drag it out of her. "Maybe if we could do ... what, T?"
She gave in. "Maybe if you two was to put your things in me, then I wouldn't feel empty ...?"
We've done DP with Tanya before, of course, but I thought she was trying to get at something else.
"Tanya, is there something you think you'd like to try -- maybe the next time we're with Joanne?"
She didn't say anything, but we could tell we'd guessed right.
"You know, T, if you liked how it felt when Joanne had her hand inside you, and you know how you like it when Tim and I are both inside you, did you ever think that maybe it'd feel really good if you were to be laying on Tim or me with one of us in your bum, and then have Joanne put her hand inside you, like she did today?" Then I just had to dial up the filth. "That way she could fill you, and at the same time she could use her hand to stroke our cock that's in your bum. Is that something you think you'd like to try, the next time we're with Joanne?"
She took a few seconds to figure out the mechanics of what I was describing. Then she smiled, a really big smile.
* * * * *
"You know, there's a lot of love in that girl."
That's what Tim's wife, Joanne, said to us when we came to pick Tanya up to bring her home.
And as we were walking out the door, Joanne said, "Is there anything you two can do to ...?"
Well, as it turns out, something was already in the works.
* * * * *
It seems Tanya -- our little T -- has a guy, a beau -- a boyfriend.
"He's really sweet, and he's so good to me, and I think I love him. I love you guys, too, but the way I think I love Bobby -- it's different from the way I love you two. And the way he looks at me -- it's kinda hard to describe. It sounds kinda dumb when I say it, but, well, when he looks at me, it's like I'm the only person in the world. I know that sounds dumb, but that's what it's like."
I -- Tim and I -- had seen Bobby at work at Brad's supermarket, and Tanya had introduced him to us then. And there was the one time when Tanya had Tim and me over to her apartment for dinner with her and Bobby. Yes, Tanya's a pretty good cook -- over all those years of cooking for her Grandpa she'd learned a thing or two. She'd shown us some of that when she'd cooked for us those weekends at the cabin. Dinner was a bit tight around the tiny kitchen table in her apartment, but it was a fun evening.
Anyhow, as I was going to say, Bobby is a decent looking kid, maybe a year or two older than Tanya,about my height (I guess Tanya has gotten comfortable with men that size -- my size!), and his hair is almost exactly the same red-tinged brown as Tanya's. Brad says that he's a bright kid and a hard worker, and that he'll probably promote him to assistant manager in the next six months or so.
And what does Bobby see when he looks at T? She's still slight -- not skinny, but "slight" -- and quiet, and her features are still "plain," but from that second time we met her she's started using just a bit of shadow on her eyelids and a little bit of gloss on her lips. And her expression always makes it look like she's smiling to herself, kind of smiling inside, if you get what I'm trying to say. And when she actually does smile "out loud," it's not one of those big, light-up-the-room kind of smiles. It's almost -- this sounds corny, but it's the closest I can come -- "serene," like someone who knows her world and is content with her part in it.
Tim looked at me, and we smiled. Yes, Tanya -- "our Tanya" -- deserves a boy who looks at her like she's the only person in the world.
"But there's this other thing, too. When we're doin' sex, it's really good, and he does it good and he makes me cum real hard ..."
And it was totally inappropriate, but I realized that I was feeling jealous that she would "cum real hard" with someone other than me (or Tim, of course). And I knew that it was completely out of line, but, well, there you are ...
"... and I really like the sex with him, but what I think is, istanbul travesti and this is kinda hard to explain, but ... I've gotten so ... I'm kinda used to doin' sex when you guys are there doin' stuff with each other ..." She stopped then, like she wasn't sure how to say what it was she wanted.
But I noticed something else. She didn't ask us if that was "weird" or abnormal or wrong -- her militantly practical, straightforward self just took it as a matter of fact. Finally, she found the words for what she wanted to say.
"So, what I was wondering -- how you'd feel ... about bein' there some times when Bobby and I are doin' sex?"
Well, I for one thought it would be hot as hell, and I was pretty sure that Tim felt the same way. But I wanted to make sure we'd understood her right.
"So ... you're saying that when you and Bobby are doing sex -- fucking, and other stuff -- that you'd like it -- that you'd enjoy it -- the sex with Bobby -- even more if Tim and I were there, in the room with the two of you?"
"Yuh, I guess that's what I mean."
And there was something else, something I thought of, the way she had talked about Tim and me "being there" when she and Bobby were having sex.
"And T, when Tim and I are there, in the room with you and Bobby, when you're having sex ... would Tim and I be doing things ... with each other?"
"Yuh. I mean, if you wanted to."
"So, let me get this straight. You're asking if Tim and I would be willing to be in the same room, doing stuff -- fucking and sucking -- while you and Bobby are having sex?"
"Yuh -- something like that."
"Okay. But that raises an obvious question -- Bobby. Have you told Bobby about this -- about how you feel, what you want to do?"
"Yuh. I mean, yes. Just as soon as I figured out what was bothering me, and what I thought would help."
"And what did he ... think of what you said?"
"He said he understands, and that if that's what I want to do, then he's all for it."
I had to inquire a little further. "So you're sure he understands what you mean, and what might happen?"
"Oh, yeah -- Bobby's real good that way."
Which, translated, means, Bobby would do anything for Tanya.
"And besides, he's kinda curious."
And all of a sudden, I just got a whole lot more curious about Bobby.
* * * * *
Well, it turns out that Bobby is, indeed, OK with Tanya being with me and Tim. It seems he's open-minded enough -- or maybe he's just practical enough -- to know that without me and Tim there wouldn't be any him and Tanya.
As always, I was concerned about the "social niceties" involved in Tanya arranging for two bi-queer guys to be there while Tanya and her devoted-but-new boyfriend are "doin' sex." It turns out, it wasn't that complicated: Tanya just told her "devoted-but-new" that the next time they were at her place for sex, that Tim and I would be there. And, oh, yeah -- we might be doing sex stuff, too.
Tanya arranged for us to come over Thursday night. I guess Friday is her regular day off and Bobby goes in at noon on Fridays, so that works best for both of them. Tim and I walked up to her apartment, but before we could even knock she opened the door -- I guess she heard us coming up the stairs -- and gave us each a quick kiss, on the lips, then led us inside.
Bobby was already there, of course, and we shook hands and everybody asked how everybody else was doing. Then Tanya went to her refrigerator and asked, "Would you guys like something to drink?" And then, proudly, she announced, "I made mimosas!"
I guess she didn't know that mimosas are typically for breakfast or brunch (I wondered -- is T even familiar with the concept of 'brunch'?), but the ones Joanne served had obviously made an impression on Tanya. Then again, that impression might have had something to do with the circumstances under which they had been served, and with what happened afterward.
Tim and I smiled and accepted the proudly-offered drinks. Then she brought Bobby's, and he positively beamed when she handed it to him. She turned her head away so he wouldn't see her smile. They were adorable.
We got started on our drinks, but it was obvious that T was eager to get started with something else. What I couldn't tell was how eager Bobby was for that "something else." Tanya pulled aside the drapes that separated the fairly spacious sleeping area from the kitchen-living area of the apartment. The bed -- a normal double bed that was the right size for that area -- was made up nicely, but any covers or bedspread had been folded and were in the corner.
In other words, it was cleared for action.
Also, it turned out that there'd been a change in the agenda.
When Tanya first explained what she wanted, it was supposed to be that she and Bobby would be "doing sex" and Tim and I would just be there. Maybe Tim and I could be doing something with each other, and maybe Tanya would istanbul travestileri ask one or both of us to "join" her and Bobby. It turns out, that is not going to be this evening's program.
"I know I told you guys that it would make me enjoy ... stuff ... with Bobby and me if you guys were here to watch us. But then I thought some more about it, and Bobby and I talked about it, and ... well, maybe if we could do it the other way ..."
I wasn't sure what "the other way" was, and I don't think Tim knew, either.
We've learned not to get too "abstract" with Tanya, so instead of asking her about "the other way," I asked the straightforward question, "So, how would you like to do it?"
Tanya seemed surprised -- surprised that we would even have to ask.
"Oh. Yuh. I mean, maybe we could start with me and one o' you guys, and then Bobby could see us and join in later."
Oh. Yes. We can do that.
I asked, "So, how would you like to start?"
She made a show of thinking it over, but I'm pretty sure she already knew what -- and who -- she wanted.
"I was thinkin', maybe you two could undress me and stuff, and then maybe Tim could -- you know ..."
It has been a while, and to tell you the truth, I've kind of missed the innocent dirtiness of getting Tanya ready to be fucked. Tim and I stood up and went over to T and held her between us. Tim waited while I snuggled in close behind her and put my arms around her. I put my nose in her hair and immediately sensed a familiar scent. I smiled. It was Joanne's shampoo, the one that Tim had given Tanya after our first weekend together.
I moved my attention from her hair to Tanya's neck. I kissed and nibbled her a little and sucked gently on the smooth skin of her slim neck. She made a gratifying little giggle and hugged my arms tight around her. I kissed and nibbled her neck a little more, but then it was time to free my hands for other duties, namely playing with her still-sweet little tits.
It was marvelous -- almost like being back in high school again. Except now the girl was a whole lot more knowledgeable than the few girls I'd been able to make out with in high school. While I was stroking her tits and teasing her nipples through her blouse, Tim stripped off all his clothes -- we both had dressed "light" for the occasion -- and started undoing her buttons, and in less than a minute her blouse was open and my hands were touching the incredible softness of her bra-less breasts.
I glanced over in Bobby's direction to see how all this, and especially Tim being naked, was sitting with him. I was watching for any signs of distress, or worse, jealousy. Instead, what I saw was Bobby, sitting on the couch, looking almost hypnotized by the sight -- by the idea -- of his girl being the object of sexual attention from two men. I even wondered if it excited him, seeing that "his" girl was able to keep two men sexually interested. I hoped it did.
Tim finished with the buttons and I guided her blouse back and off her shoulders, leaving her standing there, naked from the waste up, for the three of us to look at. Then Tim put his hands on her waist and undid the two buttons that held up her skirt, looking into her eyes as he did. Her short skirt fell to the floor, and when it did, I slid my hands down to her hips, then around to her ass. I ran my hands over her asscheeks, squeezing gently, although I didn't go that final step and finger her little rosebud -- I didn't think that was on the agenda for tonight. As least, as far as I knew.
While I was fondling her ass, Tim leaned forward and kissed her tits, first one, then the other. then started sucking on the pale little tips, almost like he was giving them massages with his tongue. Tanya groaned when he did this, and she laid her head back on my shoulder while she reached her arm back around my head and pulled gently on my hair.
Tim continued sucking on her tits, and I could see that her nipples weren't inverted any more -- a sure sign for Tanya that she was getting turned-on. That was Tim's cue to reach down and find the slit -- almost certainly very wet by now -- between her legs and begin stroking it.
We've done this so often, Tim and Tanya and I, that I could practically feel her slick wetness, even though my hand was nowhere near her little pussy.
Then Tim got more intense. I couldn't see, but I could practically could feel how he was rubbing her little clit, then sliding his finger -- his fingers -- down and into her slick hole, then back up again to rub her little clit, a bit harder this time, making her moan and her hips jerk before returning his fingers to her wet, now dripping, snatch. And again ...
Until Tanya finally said, "Guys -- now," and backed us up against the bed. She disengaged herself from our arms and our hands -- and our lips -- enough that she could fall backward onto the bed. She spread her legs and opened her arms, and she said, "Now, Tim."
I stepped travesti istanbul aside and Tim got on the bed in between her splayed legs. Since we'd already gotten her good and ready, he didn't tease or play with her -- just dove right in and started eating her. And that's what it was -- eating her pussy. This wasn't gentle lovemaking or foreplay. This was a sexual attack on her pussy -- on her cunt.
Seeing this, I wondered how Tim's technique -- or in this case, his lack of technique -- compared with Joanne's, and which one Tanya liked better. Then I realized -- the more I'm learning about this girl, the more certain I am that she likes both. The way she was tossing around, rolling her hips from side to side, pushing Tims head away when the feelings became too intense, the pulling him tighter to her. And talking -- saying things like "Suck me, Tim," and "Oh, fuck, that's good!" then "Suck, suck, suck," and finally, "Oh, god, eat me, Tim, eat my kitty!"
I looked over toward Bobby again. He seemed mesmerized -- by the demonstration that Tim was putting on, but also by how his girlfriend was reacting to it. I kind of got the impression that he'd never seen her act this way -- but he was liking what he saw!
And when his girlfriend hooked her hands under Tim's shoulders and started levering him up onto her, and when Tim drove his cock in between Tanya's legs and she wrapped her ams around his back and threw her slim legs over his thighs, I actually thought he might forget to breathe.
I moved over next to Bobby, and together we watched as Tim and his girlfriend enjoyed their reunion (as well as intentionally working to turn Bobby on). In fact, I think Tim and Tanya might be holding back a bit, since the whole purpose of this evening was to get Bobby so turned-on that he might be enticed to actually join in on some M-M-F sex.
Finally I thought it was time.
"I don't know about you, but I feel kind of awkward, having all my clothes on while T and Tim are ... while they're undressed. How 'bout you?" He was so engrossed in his girlfriend's raw performance that I had to say it again.
He finally replied, "Sort of, I guess ..."
I had to take the lead. I didn't want to spook him, so I took it slow. I got a break when his nervous fingers couldn't manage to unfasten his unusual belt closure, and that gave me the opportunity to give him his first experience of having another man help undress him.
He kind of hesitated when we got down to only our undershorts, so I told him, "It's fine with me, if it's OK with you." He waited, but then he looked over at Tim and Tanya, then back to me and nodded. I grabbed my waistband and stripped off my bikini briefs and tossed them on a chair. Bobby hesitated. I looked at him, offering to help (I hope, I hope!), but he shook his head, gripped his waistband, and after a moment's hesitation slipped off his Jockeys and tossed them alongside mine.
I remained standing -- part of my plan. After a few minutes it was time for the next step.
"It's exciting, watching them, isn't it? Look -- if you stand over here a bit you can even see Tim's cock sliding in and out of ..." and I stopped, wondering what word would have the best effect, when he completed my thought.
"... her cunt..."
Atta boy!
"Yeah, watching Tim's cock sliding in and out of T's..." I looked at him, "... cunt -- they're really hot." Then I made the move. "In fact, are you getting hard, watching them? 'Cause I sure am," and I moved so he had to see how hard I was.
He turned his eyes, just a bit, so it was obvious that he could see my hard-on but wasn't staring at it. And that gave me the go-ahead to take the next step.
"Looks like they're kinda getting to you, too, right?" and I made it obvious that I was looking at his cock. It looked to be about three-quarters hard. My plan was to make it all-the-way hard.
"Here, I want to get a better look at them, too." I stepped over behind him, not touching, but making sure that he felt my presence there, my naked body close to his. "You know, Bobby, something that really gets T turned on is watching Tim and me ...," how to put this delicately, "... touch each other, when we're hard ... like you and I are, now," and waited for his reaction.
What I got back was a kind of strangled, "Uh-huh," like he understood what I was describing, and also, what I was proposing, and he couldn't say "Do it" -- but he wanted me to.
That was all I needed. I moved closer to him 'til my erection pressed against his tailbone and bent upward 'til it was pressed against his spine, and with my left hand on his hip I reached around and took his cock in my hand and gently stroked it back and forth, and in a few seconds his cock went from three-quarters hard to fully hard.
It's been a long time since I've had the chance to take a new cock in my hand, and I don't think I've ever held a "virgin" cock -- a cock that's never before received the attentions of another guy. And it was nice -- the hard shaft with the silken skin, the ridge that begins the sponge-like crown, the little hole that was already leaking that slippery pre-cum -- I think I could have spent hours showing Bobby how good one guy could make another guy's cock feel.