Weekend at the Cabin – Chap 12: Tanya the Fuck Toy by cvandrews
Weekend at the Cabin: XII
“Do you want me t’ cum… or do you wanna do it for me?”
That’s what Tanya asked Tim and me, after she’d started her little sex tease that resulted in me eating T’s little twat while Tim stood over her and fucked her throat.
Well, I guess we knew the answer — we’d wanted to do it for her.
After we had rested a few minutes from the excitement, I had to ask her.
“T, it looks like you might have planned this for a while, hmmm? Maybe even ‘practiced’ it a bit.”
She looked down, and maybe she even blushed a bit. “I mighta tried it a time or two in the mirror, before you guys picked me up…”
Her answer, and the way she said it, were charming, of course. But let’s not forget: In all the excitement, Tim and I haven’t cum yet!
Tim asked, “So T — your little performance has gotten me and Chase kinda worked-up. Do you think there’s something we might be able to do about that?”
She surprised us by answering right off the bat. “I was thinking about that. ‘Fact, I been thinking about it almost from the time you took me home from the last time.”
Okay, that got us curious. Thinking about “it” all the time since we brought her home, months ago?
Then she asked, totally unnecessarily, “Wouldja like to hear it?” She didn’t even wait for a response. “I missed seein’ you two guys — together. I mean, like the way you were that first night. It was so sweet, seeing you together, and I missed that, seein’ you two like that. Couldja do that — I’d love t’ see that?”
Well, I’ve never thought of what Tim and I do together as being particularly “sweet.” But what I did think was “sweet” was the fact that Tanya thought it was sweet.
Anyway, when she said, “that first night,” I kind of thought I knew what she meant, but I finally asked, “So how would you like us to get started?”
“Well, I was thinking — maybe if you did like you did that first night, at the sink, when you were washing each other.” We didn’t react, so she went on, “Like, when you got down on your knees and put your dicks in each other’s mouth, and then maybe go from there?”
As good a way to start as any. Since Tim and I were already naked, all it would take would be for one of us to drop to his knees and take the other’s cock in his mouth.
That would be me. I kneeled down and Tim turned toward me and, to put it crudely, planted his naked crotch right in front of my face — in front of my mouth. But instead of diving straight for his cock — which was beginning to rise and stiffen quite nicely — I put my arms around his hips and pulled him to me. And I just hugged him like that for a few seconds, just to enjoy the closeness which we hadn’t been able to share these past few months.
THEN I took that lovely tan-pink flesh between my lips until it was pressing against the back of my throat.
It was so nice. It had been several months since Tim and I last did this, and I realized that I had missed this feeling. Sure, the feeling of being on my knees, with a solid piece of male meat in my mouth, the smooth skin sliding through my lips, the smell, of male sweat and male juice — and the hands on my head. But also, the feeling of closeness, the reunion, of reconnecting.
I loved it all.
Tim, too, seemed to be savoring the experience — taking his time, not fucking my skull, but enjoying the feel — and the idea — of sliding his cock in and out of the mouth of a willing male — me.
It was his taste that I was most aware of — the distinctive taste of “male,” of course, but also the unique taste of Tim. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling of that hard hunk of man-meat cruising in and out of my mouth. Tim didn’t hurry things, didn’t fuck my throat, maybe rocked back and forth a little in time with me, with my sucking.
I opened my eyes in time to see Tanya. She had laid down on the bed, on her tummy, her head less than two feet from where Tim and I intersected, watching… watching me suck Tim’s cock. Well, this is what she wanted to see, I guess.
I could have used my hand, used my very skilled technique to milk Tim’s lovely cock. Could have. But that wasn’t my goal, not yet, at least.
This time, it was for Tanya.
I pushed myself back from Tim — from Tim’s cock — and stood up. Now it was Tim’s turn.
Tim looked at Tanya, then reached out and took my cock in one hand and squeezed it gently, massaging until I was hard and stiff. Then, like I had done, he went to his knees in front of me, and like I had done, he grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me to him, and into his open mouth.
And like he had done, I put my two hands gently on his head and rocked my hips back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of his warm, wet mouth, the tip touching the back of his throat, then retreating, only to do it again, and again. And while I — while we — were doing this, I looked at Tanya. She was looking at us, at where Tim and I were joined, and there was a smile on her face — not a “big” smile, but a small smile, a smile of contentment, like this is what she wanted to see, like things are just the way they should be.
And then I got that feeling — that now, at this moment, things are as they should be. I am excited, and hard, and there is a warm mouth around my cock, and that mouth is of someone who I care about, and who cares about me.
And there is an unusual young woman who is right here, sharing this with me — with us.
After a while, Tim lifted one hand and began stroking my cock as it slid in and out of his mouth. He would pull back, ’til just the tip was within his lips, then gently slide his hand along my slippery shaft, from the base up ’til he reached the glans, that sensitive ring at the base of the crown, and then he would rotate his hand around that place, creating the most exquisite sensation before withdrawing his hand and sliding his lips back down my shaft, then repeating the entire process.
Most other times I just would have gone along with this, reveling in the sensations, until Tim brought me to the point and I allowed myself to cum. But this time was for Tanya, who had requested that we do that thing that was so “sweet,” that we did the first night that all of us were together.
“What would you like us to do now, T?”
Without hesitation, she scooted to one side of the bed, and without saying anything she patted the bed next to her. Tim backed off my cock and placed a kiss on the tip, and then we lay down in a sixty-nine position in the larger empty space beside Tanya, and like that, we took each other’s cocks in our mouths and we made love to each other’s cocks.
Despite how it’s invariably portrayed, sixty-nining is not an automatic route to sexual ecstasy. In fact, it’s kinda tricky, trying to enjoy the sensations your cock is feeling while at the same time concentrating on pleasuring the cock that’s in your mouth. For Tim and me, the trick seems to be not getting too intense with the cock in your mouth, trying to hit that sweet spot where exactly fifty percent of your attention is on your own cock and fifty percent on the cock that’s in your mouth.
And that’s what Tim and I did now. The pleasure and the tastes of the cock in my mouth, more or less matched by the warm mouth and the soft, talented hands that were working me so skillfully. Also, maybe the finger that was probing into my bum.
And then the feel of something on my hip. I opened my eyes enough to see Tanya’s slender arm, stretched over Tim and resting on my hip. Not sexual. More like fond. I turned my head a little more, and I could see that T was kneeling on the bed and had hands on both Tim and me, and the strange thought hit me: it was almost like a benediction — like she was bestowing a blessing on the two of us.
And that’s when I understood what she meant when she said that watching the two of us, together, was “sweet.” In her isolated world, the chance to see two people lovin’ on each other must, indeed be a wonderful thing.
Secure in the comfort of T’s “blessing,” I settled in to bring Tim pleasure, and to enjoy the pleasure that he was bringing to me, and after all our preparation I was able to relax and release all my sperm that I’d built up into Tim’s waiting, thirsty throat, followed soon by his warm, creamy gift to me.
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After that, Tim and I lay there catching our breaths and “enjoying the moment,” and Tanya put her arms around both of us and held us to her. Really, it was more like she was holding herself to us.
After a few minutes, Tanya got up and got three beers from the fridge and brought them over. We all propped ourselves so we were sitting up against the head of the bed when Tim smiled a kind of smart-ass smile, “So, T — would you like to be two guys’ fuck toy for a couple of days?”
She didn’t say anything at first, just kind of looked down and away, so this time I asked her, “How about it, T — would you like to be Tim’s and my fuck toy for the weekend?”
She still wouldn’t look at us, but she finally said something, almost under her breath.
“Yuh.”
Tim and I looked at each other and smiled.
“So, you know what that means, right — being our fuck toy?”
“Yuh.”
“What does it mean?”
“I guess, it means you can do stuff to me…?”
“What kinds of ‘stuff’ can we do to you, T?”
She waited for a moment, but she already knew the answer. “Anything.” No question this time.
“And T — when can we do things to you?”
That caused her to stop — she obviously hadn’t thought about this part of being a fuck toy. She finally answered, but so softly that neither of us could hear, so I asked again, “When can we do these things, Tanya?”
This time we could hear her whispered response. “Anytime?”
“That’s right, T, Tim and I can do anything, or ask — tell you — to do anything — anything at all. And we can do it anytime — anytime we want to. Anything we want, whenever we want to do it. Right, T?”
Still looking down. “Yuh.”
But there was still one more thing I had to find out.
“T? How do you feel about that, T?”
“Yuh.”
“‘Yuh,’ what?”
“I’d like that.”
I looked at Tim. He seemed to understand where I was going with this.