GOING ALL OUT

Sperm Race

Against all odds, a longtime fantasy finishes hard

I’d had my eye on him for a long time.

My heart’s always belonged to my husband, without so much as a pubic hair’s breadth of a doubt. Cheat on Jesse? I’d rather break the devil’s bong and swallow its ragged shards than bust open my marriage.

But there was something about his longtime friend that got me going. He made me think things I shouldn’t. Enticed me to consider biological urges that were separate from my rational brain.

It started innocently enough.

Jesse and I were in media res upstairs in his college house. We were newly dating and he was my first “real” boyfriend. It’s impossible to overstate just how madly in love I was with him.

I was loud, passionate, and wore my orgasms on my sleeve.

After we finished Jesse and I lay sweatily on his bed. He laughed a little as he spooned me with his long, protective arms.

“You know, last time you slept over, Cole heard us all the way from downstairs.”

Hah. I opened one eye.

“He was giving me shit about it. He’s studying evolutionary biology, you know.”

Huh.

“Cole says ecologists think some female primates vocalize during sex so that they can attract more partners.”

“I don’t want a bunch of dudes to gangbang me!” I sat up, laughing in protest.

“Oh I know. But I’m just saying. I’ll bet a part of you is secretly into that. Maybe you want it from one of us and then again right away from one of my roommates or something. It’s science. Hahahaaaa that’s dirtyyy!”

Jesse put me in a wrestler’s hold with his long, muscular quads and tickled my sides until I squealed. I faced him, admired his chiseled abs, and felt a new stirring inside my thighs as his warm load swam around inside me.

“Hah! Well I’ll be sure to let Karter go first, then.” I grabbed his nipple and twisted it.

“Karter? I knew it! You like that Norwegian dick, don’t you?” Jesse hooted.

But it wasn’t his Norwegian friend that I hoped would step up to the blocks.

Being around men in Speedos for two hours a day is enough to send an 18-year-old girl over the edge. If I hadn’t been getting hot, regular sex from Jesse, I would have been like an animal in estrus at practice.

Some mornings I’d sit in Chem lecture and remember the previous night, and it always sent a racing heat to my lower belly. Incredibly distracting. Jesse preoccupied me in all the best ways.

I was a “good girl.” A non-drinker. Quiet, mild-mannered, nerdy. But I did have a naughty side. Liked to think about some of the guys watching as I stretched on the deck, absently stroking my thighs and asscheeks where my swimsuit met my legs. Who, me?

Spectacularly average as far as female nonhuman primates go, I wasn’t very muscular or tall—which meant that for a college athlete I was tiny. I stayed in my lane and tried my best to avoid getting lapped. Aside from the mild bouts of exhibitionism, I kept a low profile.

But it turned out a few people were watching.

“Wanna play?” Jesse would playfully text me every few weeknights when he didn’t have a lot of homework. I was busy with class and labs. But I was motivated to make time for how good it felt to be with him.

There was talk, though.

I heard through a friend that Cole called Jesse lucky for dating me. Word on the pool deck was that Cole had wanted to be the one to enjoy my body — had he and I been the ones to hit it off, that is.

Locker room talk, for sure. And what about enjoying a girl’s mind? Her jokes? Her soul?

But Jesse really seemed to like the idea that other guys wanted me.

Jesse asked me to marry him at the carillon tower of our university — a sacred spot where we’d shared our first kiss. The Gothic building was a phallic monument to collegiate shagging if ever there was one.

I was so happy I could hardly see straight.

It had been easy to put those old, teasing thoughts out of my mind. Sex was for two people who cared about each other. Full stop; no ifs, ands, or Speedoed butts. And giving attention to another guy surely would drown my husband’s ego.

Jesse was more than enough for me to handle. On a nightly basis I drank the drops of young love with intoxication. My husband’s insatiable horniness didn’t even wane with the years. And somehow he didn’t seem to understand that his greying stubble only made him hotter.

We’d flown into town for our alma mater’s big game on Homecoming weekend one fall and crashed on a local friend’s basement couches. People came and went, in the chaotic ways of college-town life. We were in our thirties now — SO old!

I was surprised to see our old friend Cole in the stadiumside gameday crowd. Still a nice, polite guy. And I tried not to notice that he still made me want to graze my thighs with my fingertips.

With a bratwurst in one hand and a taut beanbag for cornhole in the other, Cole was living his best tailgating life. As usual, there was a beautiful girl with him. I chuckled to myself as he introduced me to Remy. Cole was known far and wide for his serial monogamy.

He and Jesse exchanged the hypermasculine hellos of alpha-male friends long separated.

“Hey man!!!!”

[*Hugs and good-natured laughing at each other for getting “fat” — never mind that they both looked as hot as the day I’d met them.*]

Jesse and Cole got buzzed in a pair of camping chairs and listened to the streaming game. I didn’t have the same hard-on for football as most of our athlete friends, so I wandered over to where some of my old dorm buddies were tailgating. (#NerdsGottaNerd.)

The game ended, and the tailgates were being packed up.

We’d won! Which always made for extra revelry at our stomping grounds. Jesse and I weren’t about to let this opportunity to party go to waste.

“Let’s do something craaaazy,” Jesse lowered his voice conspiratorially. “I wanna feel like I’m 21 again.”

Uh-oh. I didn’t have time to throw cold water on that sentiment before Cole raised both eyebrows and grinned.

“Dude. I’ve got a set of keys to the pool still.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, man? There’s no way they haven’t changed the locks after all this time,” Jesse laughed.

“If anybody can make a last-minute, random pool party happen, it’s Cole,” Remy came up from behind him and put her arms around his waist.

“Shit, why not?” I heard myself say.

“This is a bad call, guys.”

Remy wasn’t as down with the whole idea of climbing the outer fences as she’d seemed. But once we were inside, we might be able to get into the steam room, diving boards, and jacuzzis — if Cole’s key still worked.

“Someone’s either gonna get hurt or we’ll get arrested.”

Jesse was used to naysayers and ignored Remy’s warnings.

“Come on. I’ll bet you never even did the ‘Senior Naked Prance off the 10-meter,’ Remy. Time to make up for lost traditions!”

“I went to a Catholic college, not here,” she said.

“All the more reason to be a girl-gone-wild,” cried Jesse, as he maneuvered over the tall, chain-link fence. For some reason, nobody had thought to put barbed wire around our university’s swimming areas. The facilities had been built in the 40s when nobody worried about liability.

All signs pointed to night-swimming.

Cole interlaced his fingers and gestured for Remy to step into his stirruped hands. She shook her head and hung back. I put my Conversed foot into his hands instead, and he boosted me all the way past his broad shoulders. As he lifted me upward along his body I could see his breath in the clear night air. He smelled like peppermint and Bacardi, with a hint of barbeque smoke.

Cole and Jesse had the same build and adventurous demeanor, the same refusal to be denied some sneaky fun, the same smooth lips and inverted-triangle chest. But now I took my eyes away from Cole and Remy talking behind the fence, turned toward Jesse, and laughed out loud at our boldness. What the fuck were we doing?

Suddenly, Remy broke away and walked off — a surprising turn of events. As Cole hopped the fence, I wondered where the night was heading. Two of us were tipsy and one nervous. It was late. But once Jesse was in fun mode there was no turning back.

Cole whooped as his key slid easily into the door lock. I hadn’t expected this. But fuck yeah! We were in!

Cole’s girlfriend may have been a worrier, but I didn’t have to be talked into sneaking into a locked facility and stripping naked with two guys I’d known forever.

I slipped into the warm pool and felt the soft, lapping sensations of the water on my landing strip. I liked the buoyancy of my breasts and the swirl of the water’s tongue around my nipples.

It started to feel even more slippery between my legs.

Jesse and Cole had swum together for years and weren’t fazed by seeing each others’ bits and pieces as they acrobatically flung themselves off the diving boards. Each move was more ridiculous than the last. It was a friendly competition of sorts.

Guys are so predictable, I thought, as the yelling and drunken laughter rang out. I started to feel cold and climbed out of the pool, my nipples stiffening in the chill of the fall outdoors.

Then, a shocking discovery: the jacuzzi was already on! Had the divers been practicing earlier and forgotten to turn off the heater? What a score.

“Whatcha doing over there?” Jesse called, as I lowered myself into the hot tub. Remy’s loss. The jacuzzi was the perfect size for four.

“I’m just fingering myself. No big deal!” I lied. Hah. I knew he’d come right over if I claimed to be touching my pussy, so I started moaning theatrically and threw my head back for full effect.

“Come and help me, Jesseeeee…” I started in earnest to rub my clit a little. It had to be believable and all. And I’ll admit — my heart was beating extra hard at the thought of being caught by some security guard. I certainly didn’t mind the idea of Cole being nearby, either.

I couldn’t see the guys anymore. But Jesse found a way to creep up behind me and love-bite me in the neck. I shrieked and grabbed him by the biceps, then spun around and let my mouth hang open a little as I watched him stand up next to the spa. His penis started to engorge from a chub to a girthy erection.

Jesse could still bring me to the point of begging — just with the sight of him, just by showing me his hardening cock with its glistening pre-cum. We weren’t college kids anymore, but still his cock pointed high when it was rock-hard, and it oozed generously.

I licked my lips and knelt. Put my hands on each of his hips, gently kissing the tip of him with a wet, parted mouth.

He softly grunted. Pushed himself into me a little deeper. I pulled back with soft lips and licked around the head, making a humming sound I knew he liked.

Somewhere in the distance, Cole yelled.

“Huhhh?” Called Jesse. He climbed into the hot tub with me to hide his stiff cock, and we tried to act nonchalant as Cole walked over.

“Guys. We’re locked in.”

“Fuck, Jesse. I fucking knew something like this would happen,” I said. “This is what happens when I do anything daring.”

“It’s okay. We’ll figure this out. Worst comes to worst, we’ll sleep here,” my preternaturally-calm husband told me.

All I could think of was how cold I was getting — even in the hot jacuzzi — and how we didn’t even have a single towel between the three of us.

Our clothes were the only thing we had to dry off with!

Cole climbed in, shrugging. He’d been quiet since Remy had abruptly peaced out on the evening. He probably missed her. The three of us that remained reclined in the tub for a few minutes of warm, silent relaxation.

“So…Remy’s nice!” I broke the silence, a little too brightly.

“Yeah. She’s pretty cool.” Cole replied. “But she wants to wait to have sex. It’s killing me.” I was surprised at the disclosure, but then again something about the naked-hot-tub experience lent itself to easy intimacy.

“Like, what. Wait for marriage? Jesus, Cole. I thought you were done dating virgins. She’s legal, right?!” Jesse was skeptical.

“Fuck, man. Yeah, she’s old enough. And I should be done with all that. I don’t even know if I want to spend the rest of my life with one person. But…my poor balls. I’m thinking about popping the question just to get some relief!”

Jesse and I laughed. Then, Jesse said something that made me blush a deep red from my cheeks all the way to my chest —

“Maybe my wife could give you a hand with that.”

“Holy shit, you guys must be drunker than I thought,” I squawked as I climbed out of the jacuzzi. My fingers and toes were getting pruny and there already was too much sweat on my forehead for such a hot conversation.

I used my sweatshirt to mop off my shoulders, tummy and hair. Then laid down on the heated tiles of the deck.

I couldn’t let my husband know how horny it made me to imagine “helping” one of his good friends. But even from the other side of the room Jesse could read me. He seemed to sense that my pussy was beginning to twitch in anticipation of either of them — or both.

“I think YOU’RE gonna need to help me out soon,” I told Jesse. I arched my back and rolled onto my side. “I’m cold. Come over here and keep me warm!”

Cole seemed uncomfortable as I pushed my ass outward and leaned onto my hip. “I…might go see if there’s a window we can climb through or something,” he started to get out of the steaming water. I could see that his cock was even bigger than I’d imagined from seeing him in a Speedo. And it was standing straight up.

Oh my god. He was oozing, too.

“Cole. I think you need to come over here and keep her warm with me,” said Jesse, with a strange, gravelly arousal in his voice that was usually reserved for our watching couple’s porn together.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All I could feel was a blushing hotness that swept upward from the middle of my inner thighs and culminated right beneath my belly button, making my clit ache. My hips wanted to push back and receive Cole. No. I wanted Jesse.

Finally I regained my voice. And I went all-out.

“Okay. One of you is going to have to fuck me because I am about to cum so hard just thinking about all of this. And the other one of you is going to watch.”

Boom. I’d said it.

At this my husband gripped his own cock at the base and absently stroked himself. Cole did the same. They were like a pair of synchronized swimmers with achingly beautiful boners. I couldn’t decide whose pre-cum was glistening more enticingly.

Was this really fucking happening? It was.

I rolled onto my back and parted my thighs with a wet finger. Played around with my clit in tiny circles. Arched my back and rubbed myself.

I had to pull my hand away so that I wouldn’t cum until one of them had fucked a big load inside me. That was the best way to get off, after all — with a hot spurt of semen up inside my belly.

I grabbed Jesse’s hand and drove his fingers deep into my pussy. His cock pulsated with a veiny urgency. Please, please, fuck me, I begged him.

“Oh girl. I am dying. But I think Cole needs to fuck you even more badly than I do,” Jesse held me off.

He sat on the bench outside the men’s locker room and gathered the pre-cum off the tip of his dick, then worked his cock gently up and down. It was shiny and purpler than I’d ever seen. His balls pulled up tightly as Cole kneeled between my waiting thighs.

“Are you both sure about this? I mean, oh my god. I would love to do this. I have actually thought about it before — no joke. I’m sure it would feel amazing. But I want you to know we can stop anytime if it doesn’t feel right,” Cole gently admonished us.

“Oh please, please, please, I need to get fucked now,” I pleaded. My clit was standing straight up and I had never been so wet in my life! But Cole was going to talk himself out of fucking me if he wasn’t careful.

“I don’t even have a condom!” Cole warned us.

“It’s okay. Neither do I, but we like to take a chance once in awhile. And besides — she loves to get filled up with cum.”

Now I was about to explode. The idea of Cole pushing his beautiful barebacked shaft into me was too much. I drove my hips up to meet him and stuffed the head of his dick into my slick little hole. He groaned and thrust himself into me as I breathed deeply and took all 8 thick inches of him.

My pussy gripped him tightly and immediately threatened to erupt with orgasm.

Jesse worked his cock slowly and watched as his friend drove himself into me with greater depth and urgency. Cole’s penetration was so deep, I felt him bumping up against my cervix. I almost couldn’t handle it as the walls of my pussy strained to accommodate him.

Suddenly — “STOP.”

Jesse slammed on the brakes. He stood up and practically sprinted as he took Cole’s place between my legs.

I was in heaven.

It only took a few, impassioned strokes before Jesse blew the most forceful load into me I’d ever felt. He clearly had enjoyed seeing me get fucked and fucked by his close friend, and now his groans rang out all around the deck and into the debauched night.

But Cole was in agony now.

Jesse motioned for Cole to return, then sat closely beside me.

“Are you sure, man?” He kept saying to Jesse. “I could get her pregnant, man.”

“You won’t. Even if they didn’t already have a head start, my sperm would win!”

At this I started to feel lightheaded. How could it be that such a perfect fantasy could come true? Jesse had probably just kickstarted the process of knocking me up — an irresistibly sexy thought. But what if Cole did end up getting me pregnant? How would Jesse feel, then?

The urge to start a sperm race was too great. I gave into my basest instincts, picturing myself with child and getting regularly pumped with hot cum by them both.

Cole knelt before me, his t-shirt underneath my hips and his knees. The head of his penis was hugely engorged and shimmering — with a large, clear dribble of pre-ejaculate that slowly ran down the underside of his helmet. Softly he put his hands on my hips and slooowly filled me with his manhood again.

I was so wet with Jesse’s semen that it was easier to take Cole’s increasingly forceful thrusts.

Cole was holding it together, but he was right on the edge.

But it didn’t take long until he lost all control. A low moan started to escape his lips. Then, he seemed to be completely unable to stop. I watched his lower abs flex as I heard him grunt unabashedly. Cole used my pussy for a toe-curling orgasm of his own — until I damn-near overflowed with cum from the both of them.

My whole body tingled with pleasure and my insides seized with the overwhelming contractions of a rip-roaring orgasm. I was loud and primal with ecstasy. Slowly, I caught my breath. Then, I teased a few more ripples of pleasure from my body again as I tickled my clit and the cum began to ooze out of me.

Without blankets, we had to lay like spoons to keep warm enough to sleep. And so the three of us played the “caveman game” a few more times over the course of the evening. Their gushes of semen were swimming around, deep inside me. Jesse’s and Cole’s near-continuous arousal at taking turns on me was the hottest relay race of my life.

I was almost sad the next morning when a lifeguard’s key unlocked the door.

And three weeks later I was not the least bit surprised to see the positive pregnancy test.

I looked forward to being taken again by both of them soon — and again and again. Regardless of who won the sperm race, I knew I could count on them to help me finish stronger than had ever felt possible.

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