If there's one thing you should know, it's that Sara gets what she wants. That's how she got me in the first place. I was out for happy hour drinks when she spotted me from across the bar. I wasn't much for trying to pick up girls at bars -- by which I mean, I had no idea how to do it -- but she did everything. There was this slight woman, standing confidently in the corner with her friends, her dark hair spilling halfway down the back of her dress, staring me down. She raised an eyebrow at me, then crooked her finger, mouthing "come here" like I was a runaway puppy she'd finally caught back. How could I say no?
So I didn't say no. Not then, and not since. Not when, after we'd talked over our drinks for half the night, she'd leaned in, brushed my ear with her lips, and whispered: "We've talked enough. What else can your mouth do?" Not when, in the back seat of the darkened Uber, she pressed my head down into her lap, filling my nose with her scent, and I lapped her pussy like a parched pilgrim finally finding an oasis in the desert. Not when she rode me on my bed, her hips rising and falling, her fingernails brushing up and down on my chest, just hard enough to make my skin tingle; and certainly not when she grabbed my throat, her dainty fingers choking me, her dark hair cascading around our faces as she came hard on my cock and told me I was hers.
It was ridiculous. I barely knew her. But I sensed that what she wanted from me was what I had always wanted to give, or perhaps what I'd always wanted to be taken from me. It didn't take long before we were together, and soon enough we became inseparable. Our relationship must have seemed normal enough to our friends, though maybe a little fast; she treated me with respect and fondness, then with love; we went out with our friends, we traveled. But within the four walls of my apartment (which would eventually become our apartment), I was hers. We never had to discuss it. It was something we both understood.
She would give me a look, like that first look across the bar, and in that moment I would be transformed from boyfriend to servant, from partner to slave. It felt as natural as sunlight. One moment we'd be watching TV on the couch, her long legs draped across me as I rubbed her soft feet; then she would turn, give me that look, and I'd be on all fours on the hardwood floor, my knees aching as I ran my tongue up and down the wrinkles of her asshole, her fingers tangled in my hair as she pulled my head roughly into her ass so that all I could only breathe the air she allowed me.
I never knew what she would do, so it shouldn't have surprised me when, the first time she took me into her mouth, she wet one finger and slid it between my ass cheeks, gently probing, watching me for a reaction. It was a secret desire I'd never expressed to her, but she knew it anyway; she always did. When her finger slipped inside me, gently stretching me, curling up against that spot inside, it was like a switch flipped for both of us. I moaned in a way I never had before, pressing into her finger, opening myself for her. She slurped up and down on my cock as she finger fucked me, her tongue swirling around my head, and I exploded in a new way, my insides pressing and squeezing on her finger, wave after wave of orgasm leaving me breathless.
She swallowed, sighed in satisfaction, and let her finger slowly slip out of my ass. She crawled up the bed, wrapping me in her arms and resting her chin on my shoulder. "You liked that, didn't you?" I could only nod.
Sara, being something of an entrepreneur, never quite satisfied without pushing the envelope, pushed me further. I accepted it at every turn. We picked out a strap-on together; I pointed to one that was blue, not too big, not too anthropomorphized. "I think it'll freak me out if it's too much like a real dick," I explained. She nodded, understanding. But the first time she fucked me with it, I knew I was never going to be the same. I loved fucking her, feeling her warmth and tightness, bringing her pleasure in the most natural way; I still do. But psychologically it didn't compare with lying on my back, my legs propped over her shoulders, her hips thrusting into me as she impaled me on her cock, looking down at me with a fierce hunger I had never seen so clearly. When her lube-slicked hand finally gripped my cock and glided along it, bringing me to my first orgasm with a cock in my ass, I knew I would always want more. More ways to give myself to her.
It wasn't long before we bought a new strap-on: a strapless one, with a bulb that went inside her that she would squeeze around to hold in place, and a slot in the base for a vibrating bullet. It was big, thick, and realistic: flesh-colored, criss crossed with veins and a pronounced helmet. It didn't freak me out at all. The first night she used it, she guided my head down towards her crotch, and I took her cock between my lips for the first time, wrapping my mouth around the head.
I'd never sucked a cock before, but I think I knew what to do: I imitated her. I swirled my tongue around her head, then slowly engulfed it, letting it run along the top of my tongue, into the back of my throat, taking it as far as I could before I gagged, choked, and drooled on it like a pornstar. I looked up and met her eyes as I sucked the strap-on, my face flushed, embarrassed and wondering if she would look at me differently, seeing how eagerly I'd taken to it. There was only desire in her eyes, a hot flush in her cheeks.
"Sit on my cock," she ordered. I squeezed lube into my hand, spreading it up and down her cock and jerking it for a few seconds longer than I had to, just enjoying the feeling of that hardness slipping between my fingers and along my palm. I pulled out the plug she'd already put in me (she always took her time to prepare me) and lined her up, sinking down on her length, groaning in pleasure as she filled me.
I rode her for a while, but before long she grew impatient, wrapped her arms around me with her fingers interlacing on my back, and fucked her hips up into me, hard and fast. It burned a little, but the pressure of her cock pushing against my prostate over and over, and her soft moans of pleasure from the vibration as she squeezed around the bulb, was too delicious for me to care.
Her breaths were getting ragged. "I think I'm going to cum," she whispered, sounding surprised. "This feels so good... you feel so good..."
"Oh, god," I moaned. "Cum for me. Cum in my ass!"
The words just slipped out. My cheeks reddened. She didn't care; if anything, it made her fuck me harder, her ass rising and falling off the sheets as she hammered into me, each thrust pushing the bulb up against her own G-spot, and with a cry she thrust one more time into me and shook, cumming hard around the strap-on. Her cumming from fucking my ass was the most intensely erotic thing I'd ever experienced. I grabbed my leaking cock and jerked it wildly, squeezing my ring around her strap-on, and painted her breasts and stomach with rope after rope of thick cum.
She sighed, satisfied, pulling me down into her embrace. My cum rubbed between our chests. We didn't care. I kept her cock in my satisfied ass, occasionally squeezing myself around it, enjoying the feeling of fullness. "That was so hot," she whispered in my ear, kissing the lobe. "I love watching you take a cock. You're my little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes," I breathed.
She caught my earlobe between her teeth, biting down hard. "You love sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass for me," she said, her voice low, almost growling. She slapped my ass.
"God yes," I said.
She pulled out of me, leaving my hole stretched open and disappointed, and put the strap-on on a towel on the bed. "I'm still so horny," she said. I didn't need to be told twice. I kissed down her stomach to her pussy. I'd never seen her so wet. I took my time, running my tongue between her folds, around her lips, lapping up her juices, before I slipped two fingers inside her and wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking her like I'd sucked her cock. She pulled my hair hard, pressing her pussy into my face, sighing softly. "My little slut," she said.
***
We went on like this for a long time. At least once I week I'd prepare myself, she'd lube me up, slip a plug inside me, make me suck her cock, and then fuck me until we both came. And she came every time, now, overwhelmed by the visual stimulation of her cock in my ass, and the feeling of the bulb vibrating inside her. I looked forward to those days so much. If it weren't for the onerous ritual of preparation I would undertake (to make sure we avoided any unpleasantness), I could have happily taken her inside me every single day.
I never questioned it. I loved being controlled and used by her; this was an extension of that. I didn't worry about what it meant for me, a straight man, to love sucking her fake cock and getting pounded in the ass. She didn't make me think about it, either; she didn't seem to think of me any differently. So it came as a shock to me when, one evening over dinner, she gave me that hungry look, leaned across the table, and whispered: "I think it would be hot to see you suck a cock. Like, a real cock."
I felt a stab of anxiety in my gut. That was too far. "You know I'm not into guys," I stammered, my face flushing. "Like... I'm not closeted or something, babe. You know that. Why would you think I would want to do that?"
Her expression softened, and she laid a hand on mine. "Relax," she said. "We won't ever do anything you don't want to do. I just think it would be really hot, that's all. We don't have to do it."
"Okay," I said. The conversation moved to other things. We went back to eating. But it stuck in my mind. That night -- lying in bed after a rare fuck where she'd been in a submissive mood, letting me slap her ass and pull on her hair as I fucked her -- I wondered why I reacted the way I did. Why I'd felt that prick of ... fear, almost, at her suggestion. It wasn't about bringing someone else into the bedroom (we'd already had threesomes), it was about me. About doing something I couldn't rationalize as straight and, therefore, "okay".
Obviously I was an open-minded person, and she never would have been with me if I wasn't, but there was something deep rooted here. It wasn't a lack of interest -- I'd often wished, while I was sucking her strap-on or feeling her tense up as she came from fucking me, that she could magically replace her strap-on with a real dick, really feel my lips and tongue around her, really shoot her cum into my ass. No, it was fear. Fear that I would cross some border, forbidden by a lifetime of ingrained social norms, and never return.
I told her. We talked about it for a long time. She held me. "Are you afraid it would make you gay?" She asked, finally, her fingers tracing circles through my chest hair.
"It sounds stupid and kinda homophobic, but yes," I admitted.
She smirked, taking my hand and guiding it to her breast. "But you're obviously not gay."
"Okay, bi, then," I said. "I don't think of myself that way. I'm really not attracted to men like that. I could never imagine myself kissing a dude, you know. Or cuddling with them, like this."
"But," she said, "and don't take this the wrong way, because you know I love it -- you could imagine yourself sucking a real cock."
I paused. It was hard to admit. "Yes," I stammered. "I guess so."
"So what's wrong with doing that, and not the stuff you don't want to do?"
I shrugged.
Her hand drifted down my stomach, cupping my soft cock and balls. "Be honest," she said. "Wouldn't it turn you on to feel a real cock between your lips? I mean, I love it. The taste of your pre-cum on my tongue, the heat and pulse of your dick, the bumps and ridges, your vein throbbing against the roof of my mouth as I take you down my throat..."
My cock was stiffening. Fast. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, jerking me slowly. "And when you're about to cum, you tense up, and your cock throbs and you shoot your cum into my mouth and I feel the warmth on my tongue and sliding down my throat... Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Yes," I murmured.
"I never had to worry about why I wanted to suck cock," she said, and kissed me. "Why should you?" Then she lowered herself down the bed, taking me in her mouth, and I didn't worry about it for a while.
***
We finally decided to do it. She had a few gay and bi friends who might be interested. I told her I didn't care who it was, as long as I didn't know them that well, and they weren't an ex or something. She eventually decided to ask her friend Josh, who I'd met a few times. Cool guy, though I had never thought much of him at the time.
"He's interested," she told me, showing me the messages. "See, he thinks you're cute! I'm not the only one."
"Okay," I said, a little taken aback. I was still scared. But the idea of doing this with her was becoming too exciting, taking up too much space in my fantasies. I had to find out. "Have you guys ever hooked up before, before we were together?"
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I used to think he was just gay, actually, but it turns out he's into girls too. But he's, like, opposite you. He thinks pussy is interesting, and he's fucked a few girls but never kissed them. See, not everybody has to fit into one box or another." She smiled at me, but I knew she meant it, too. "Do you have any hard nos? Limits? Are you okay with us all playing together, him fucking me?"
"Yeah," I said. "That's okay. I ... I don't know if I have any limits, really, besides the usual stuff." There was a question, hanging there, unasked and unanswered.
She asked it. "What about him fucking you?"
"Yeah, maybe," I said. "If we're all ... feeling it. If you want us to."
She laughed. "I definitely would. That sounds so hot. Okay, we'll set a date."
"What about condoms?" We both hated them.
"He asked if we've been tested recently, I said we have. So I'll see if he has too, and if everyone is good, then...?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Okay!" She took my hand. "I love you. Not everyone would be willing to try this, you know."
***
When the day came, I was a ball of nerves and anxiety. I wasn't even sure if I'd be able to get hard. He came over in the evening, and it was awkward. I'd never interacted with a dude I might be fucking later, after all. To be honest, nothing about his appearance really sticks in my memory. He was tall, skinny, and friendly and relaxed. It made things a little easier that he wasn't a total stranger.
"You guys sit down," Sara said, pointing to the couch. "I'll, uh, get us some wine? And then we can talk a little bit about it?" Even confident, assertive Sara seemed a little uncertain.
"Sounds good," he said. He sat down, and I sat across from him, wondering what you're supposed to say in this situation. Got any plans for the weekend? Nice weather we're having. Looks like my girlfriend wants me to suck your cock, isn't that crazy?
"So," he said, clearing his throat, "have you ever done anything like this before?"
"No," I said. "You?"
He laughed. "No. I've done group stuff, but never, uh, with a girl." He coughed.
"Me too, but never with a guy," I said. We laughed.
Thankfully, Sara came back with a bottle of wine and 3 glasses. "You guys are sitting so far apart from each other," she laughed. "I don't think we can have a threesome from across the room." She sat down in the middle of the couch, gesturing us both to sit next to her. We scooted over.
"So," she said. "We don't have any hard nos. Let's just go with it, see how we feel, and if either of you two want to stop anything, just say it." She poured the wine, handing us each our glasses, then glanced between us and smiled mischievously. I knew that look in her eye. "Cheers, boys," she said.
We drank our glasses entirely too quickly.
"So do we just get to it?" I asked, awkwardly.
"How about you two get started the way you usually do," Josh said, "and Sara, when you want me to join in, you let me know."
"Okay," Sara and I said.
She leaned over and kissed me, deeply, her tongue wandering across my bottom lip before sliding into my mouth. At first it felt awkward, with an audience, but it didn't take long for me to forget he was there and respond to her touch. My cock strained hard against my pants. Her fingers found it, tracing the outline on my jeans, and she bit my lower lip. "That looks uncomfortable," she whispered. "Let me help you."
In a reversal of how things usually went in our apartment, she got down on her knees in front of the couch, opening my fly and pulling my jeans down. I stood at attention, pre-cum darkening the front of my briefs.
Josh shifted a little closer on the couch. I looked at him, saw him eyeing my cock. It was strange; I looked away. Sara looked up at me, slowly pulling my briefs down, letting my cock pop out and slap against my stomach.
"Nice dick," Josh said.
"It is, isn't it," she murmured. She planted a soft kiss right on my slit, a thin strand of precum sticking to her lips and stretching as she pulled away. She flicked out her tongue, breaking the strand, and licked her lips. She was putting on a show!
Then, without warning, she engulfed me in her mouth, sucking hungrily on my cock as her hand slipped inside the waistband of her pants, rubbing herself. I leaned back, enjoying the warmth of her mouth, the pressure as she sucked lightly on my head, not too hard, exactly the way I like it. I looked over at Josh. He was watching us hungrily, transfixed by her wet lips sliding up and down on my shaft. I could see the growing bulge in his jeans. My heart raced a little faster.
She took me out of her mouth long enough to say: "Come here and sit down next to us, Josh." He obeyed immediately. That's just what you do when Sara tells you to do something. He slid over next to me, close enough that our thighs were almost touching.
Sara's hot mouth left my cock again, and she moved over a bit, kneeling in front of Josh. She pulled his pants down, slowly; took a moment to admire his dick through his boxers; then slid the boxers down, too. His cock sprang free. It was pretty big, a little longer than mine but not as thick, pale and cut with a bright red head. It was the first dick I'd ever seen up close, besides my own.
"Nice dick," I managed, returning the compliment. He chuckled.
"I agree," Sara said, and looked at me. I nodded, and she took him in her mouth.
I had never watched Sara with another man before. Our threesomes had always been with girls. I'd wondered if I'd feel jealous, or emasculated, but all I could think watching her soft, full lips wrap around his cock was damn, that's hot. She slurped up and down, gagging a little bit on his length. He moaned, spreading his legs a little wider to give her more access. "You're pretty good at sucking dick," he said. "You know, for a girl."
We all laughed. It broke the tension. She pulled her mouth from him with a pop, letting her saliva drip over his cock and then using it to jerk her hand along his length. With her other hand, she took his, and looked at me. An understanding passed between us. She put his hand on my cock. His fingertips brushed up my length, and then he gripped around it, jerking me slowly.
I leaned back, not sure how to feel. His hand was bigger and rougher than hers, of course -- if anything, it reminded me of my own. But it felt good, all the same. He stroked my cock for a while, lazily, not in any rush. I relaxed a little, my gaze wandering between his hand on my cock and her mouth on his.
I don't know how long Josh and I would have been content to stay like that -- probably until he blew his load in her mouth -- but Sara, as always, pushed things forward. She shifted one knee over, so that she was kneeling in between the two of us. Taking my cock from Josh, she brought me in her mouth again, getting me wet with her spit, and then she took Josh's cock and pressed it against mine.
I stiffened. It was the first time I'd touched another dick, and I didn't expect it to be like this. His head was hard and hot as she rubbed our slits together, our pre-cum mixing, and her tongue flicked between them, lapping it up. She tried to suck both of our heads at once, though she couldn't fit them both in her mouth. Then she rubbed the sides of our cocks together. We both instinctually turned inwards, shifting our hips toward each other, so she could rub the fronts of our dicks against each other. His cock felt smooth and warm against mine, pulsing slightly to his heartbeat.
The more I looked at our cocks rubbing together, the more turned on I got. I wasn't worrying about specifics, anymore. I looked at his cock and I wanted to suck it. It was that simple -- though of course, it also wasn't that simple at all.
Sara read my mind. She met my eyes, shifted a little bit towards Josh, and patted the ground next to her. "Get down here," she said. The order I'd been waiting for. "Suck this cock with me."
Everything was a blur. Suddenly I was on my knees, staring up at a dick, watching my girlfriend's crimson fingernails stroking up and down it. Then she stopped, holding it pointing straight up, giving me a look at his cock from the front.
I'd only really seen mine from above, obviously. It was strange to see the other side -- like looking at the far side of the moon. My heart hammered as I looked up and down his cock, just inches from my face. I had wondered if, in this exact moment, when fantasy was about to become reality, I would be disgusted.
My rock hard dick put that worry to rest.
Sara gave his cock one last suck. Then she wrapped the fingers of her left hand around the base of his dick, and curled her other hand behind my head, pulling me closer to him. "You're going to do this like I tell you," she whispered in my ear. "Don't get ahead of yourself." I nodded. I felt a little uncomfortable being submissive in front of someone else, but I was too far gone to care now.
"Stick out your tongue and run it up his dick," Sara said.
I let my tongue push through my lips, leaned forward, and touched him for the first time. The base of his dick was smooth and tasted a little salty. He stiffened, his cock pulsing slightly against my tongue, and I let it slowly drag up his length. He groaned in pleasure when I brushed against that sensitive spot, just below the head, and I liked hearing it. I stayed there for a moment, letting my tongue swirl around it, like I was licking Sara's clit. Then, finally, I brought my tongue up the rest of the way, gently and uncertainly probing at his slit. I tasted the sharp saltiness of his precum.
"Good boy," Sara whispered. "Now take just the head in your mouth and move your tongue around it in a circle."
I opened my mouth, and his soft spongy head slipped between my lips. I was careful to try to avoid scraping it with my teeth, and relished the feeling of the ridge of his head against the roof of my mouth; then I moved a little, so his head was centered in my mouth, and slowly dragged my tongue around its edges in a circle. Josh groaned.
I looked into Sara's eyes. They had that hungry look in them. She smiled and pushed gently against the back of my head. I let his length travel deeper into my mouth, bumps and veins sliding over my lips, until his head found the back of my throat and I gagged a little.
"Are you sure this is your first time sucking dick?" Josh asked.
"He's practiced on me a lot," Sara said, pulling my head up by my hair until just his cockhead was in my mouth. Instinctively I tongued his slit, a little harder this time, and was rewarded with a bead of precum.
"You look so hot sucking cock for me," she whispered in my ear. Then she pushed my head back down, and we fell into a rhythm, my mouth traveling up and down his cock, feeling his length running along my tongue, as she pushed my head up and down on him.
"Now," she said, "take his head in your mouth and jerk him while you suck him."
That was the part of her technique that I loved best, and that I'd simulated many times on her strap-on. It felt so natural to slide my mouth up his cock, until about half of it was in my mouth, and suck lightly on his head while my tongue stroked up and down the sensitive front of his dick and my hand, clenching around his throbbing base, started to jerk him.
I loved it. It wasn't so much the taste -- pussy had a lot more taste -- but the feeling, the texture, something warm and hard and alive filling my mouth. He groaned as I stroked him, his cock jumping in my mouth as more slippery pre-cum bathed my tongue.
Sara got up, stepping behind me and pulling my pants all the way off my ankles. Now I was completely naked from the waist down, on my knees sucking cock in our living room. She pushed me forward a bit, so that my back arched slightly in the air. The angle was harder on his cock; I couldn't go up and down as much with my mouth, and had to use my hand more. But I soon realized why she did it.
She knelt down behind me and I felt her hot tongue slide along my asshole. I loved her eating my ass; besides cumming while her dick rubbed my prostate, it was my favorite feeling. I'd seen her eat more than a few pussies, and she ate my ass like a pussy, spreading my cheeks wide with both hands and gliding her tongue up and down my crack and my sensitive hole, then slipping her agile tongue into my ring.
It felt so good. Josh pushed his cock into my mouth; I'd been so focused on her eating my ass that I neglected him. I sucked him greedily, my hand pumping faster along his shaft. Sara's tongue was putting me into heat. I felt a growing desire in my belly, a desire to make this cock cum, to feel it all over my tongue and swallow it down my throat.
Sara slipped two fingers at once into my spit-slicked hole, stretching me. I moaned like a bitch around his pole in my mouth. "Such a good cocksucker," she said, biting my ass cheek roughly. "You love sucking that dick while I finger your ass, don't you?"
I let his cock pop out of my mouth. "I love it," I admitted, pushing my ass back against her fingers.
For the first time, he grabbed my head, pushing his cock back into my mouth. I wasn't sure how I felt about it -- I liked her hand on my head, not his -- but I accepted his dick anyway. I gagged and drooled, my jaw aching as I stretched it to keep my teeth clear of him.
"Can I cum in your mouth?" he asked, his breath ragged.
I was about to say yes -- I wanted it so bad -- but Sara pulled her fingers out of my ass and said: "No! Not yet. I still have a few plans. Get up, babe." Hesitantly, I took my mouth off his cock and stood up, my legs and knees a little shaky.
She kissed me, hard, her mouth hot and wet on mine as her tongue slid into my mouth, tasting his precum on my tongue. "I'm going to ride his cock, okay?" she said when our mouths broke free.
"Okay," I said.
"Go get the plug and put it in," she murmured, kissing my ear. Then she turned to face him, pulling off her shirt and pants, revealing her slender but curvy body. Her skin was flushed, her pink nipples hard, her ass beckoning me. I watched her as she straddled him on the couch, taking his cock -- still wet with my spit -- and guiding it into her pussy. She sighed in pleasure as she sank down to his balls.
I watched them for a few moments, the way her ass bobbed up and down as she rode his dick, her hands pressed against his chest. Then, obediently, I tore myself away just long enough to get into the bedroom. I grabbed some lube and the plug, laid down on the bed, and relaxed as I lubed the plug up and slid it into my ass. Despite Sara's fingering, my hole was tight, and I had to take a few moments to breathe out and relax before the plug slid past the resistance and popped inside me. I turned on the vibration, sighing as it began to pulse in my ass, and then rejoined them in the living room.
They were where I left them, Sara roughly riding his cock, her eyes closed and her head turned back, her hair wild behind her. When we fucked like that, she always looked down at me, kissing and biting me; in some small way, it made me happy that she wasn't doing the same with him.
"Come over here and eat my ass," she moaned between thrusts.
I walked over -- a bit gingerly, due to the plug -- and sank to my knees in front of the couch again, watching his cock slide into her from up close as she rode him. The smell of her sex drew me in. I spread her cheeks and buried my face in between them, licking hungrily at her asshole. I loved eating her ass, the way she moaned and reacted to it, flinging her head back and riding him harder.
Josh started fucking back up into her, his balls brushing against my chin. I hadn't really noticed them yet. They were smaller than mine, clean shaven, his sack wrinkled and tight from the excitement of fucking Sara. My tongue slid out of her crack, across her perineum, down the base of his thrusting shaft and then over his balls. I was cautious, licking gently, tonguing the line of skin in the middle; my balls had been sucked roughly too many times for me to attempt it yet. He groaned in appreciation. While Sara rode him, her wet asshole pressed against my nose, and I breathed her in.
"I'm almost there," Sara moaned. She didn't usually cum so fast; she really must have been finding the whole experience as hot as I was. She grabbed my head, pressing it roughly against her ass and his balls, and rode his cock while her legs shook and she moaned, louder and louder. Finally she cried out and pushed herself all the way down on him, shuddering as she came.
I returned my tongue to her asshole, licking her gently while she came down from her orgasmic high. Then, regretfully, she pulled herself off his cock and rolled onto the couch beside him. I took him in my mouth again, tasting her. She lay there for a few moments, her legs draped across his lap, panting as she caught her breath, watching me suck his cock the whole time with a lazy smile on her face.
Then she pulled herself up on the couch, so that her soft feet were in his lap, and wordlessly took his cock from my mouth with them, holding him between the top of one foot and the sole of the other and stroking gently, up and down. I leaned forward, sucking his head as her feet jerked his cock slowly into my mouth, letting my tongue wander across the top of her foot to suck each painted toe gently into my mouth, circle it once, and move onto the next. Then I moved down to his balls, very gently sucking one into my mouth and running over it with my tongue. It felt heavy; I imagined those balls emptying in my mouth. I grabbed my cock, neglected since Sara had stopped sucking it. I was so hard, and had left a puddle of pre-cum on the floor.
"I'm getting close," Josh sighed.
"As much as I'd love to make you cum in his mouth," Sara said, "I'd rather you came in his ass."
That sent a jolt of excitement through me. Instinctively I squeezed around the plug in my ass, pulling just a little deeper into me.
"That sounds good," Josh said, looking at me. "Are you ready?"
I couldn't speak. I just nodded.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Sara said. She stood up from the couch, shakily, and lead me by the hand. Josh followed. She laid me down on the bed and took my aching cock in her mouth again as she tugged gently on the base of the plug. I clenched against it, enjoying that feeling of resistance, then let her pop it free and leave me open.
Josh watched hungrily as she got the lube, greasing up my hole and sliding three fingers into it, then four. "Are you ready?" She asked me, meeting my eyes. I swallowed and nodded.
She rolled over, lying down next to me on the bed, and beckoned him over. My breath caught in my throat. I'd been waiting longer for this than I ever realized. I felt a hunger, a need inside me, like when I was about to cum from Sara fucking me without touching my cock at all. I wanted it.
I moved down to the edge of the bed. Josh came over to me, standing, and spread a generous dollop of lube across his cock. I lifted my legs up and he took a step forward, letting my ankles fall on his shoulders. It was really going to happen.
He pulled me a little further down, so that my ass was hanging just off the edge of the bed. Then I felt it -- something warm and slippery, rubbing against my hole, almost like a tongue. But it was his cockhead, teasing my hole. Sara grabbed my hand, and sat up a bit, arching her back so she could clearly see his cock enter me. Her other hand rubbed against her pussy.
Finally, he pushed forward, ever so slowly. I was pretty prepared, and he wasn't too thick (the strap-on was actually thicker), but my asshole still resisted for just a moment; then it gave way, and I sighed as his head stretched my ring and slid inside me, his length pushing into me. I was electrified, transfixed; every nerve in my asshole was alive with the sensation of his warm, slippery hardness pushing into it; I was so horny that I took his whole length with ease, inch after inch slowly plunging into me until I felt his balls against me.
"Ohhh," he sighed. "Your ass is so tight."
"You're doing it, babe," Sara said, almost in a whisper. "You're taking a real cock for me."
"Fuck," was all I could really manage. I squeezed my ring around him, as hard as I could, eliciting a grunt. Then, slowly, he started to fuck me. His hips pulled back, leaving an aching emptiness, then surged forward to bury his length inside me, stretching me out and hitting that spot that sent tingles up and down my spine.
It was a familiar feeling, in a way -- my hole being stretched by a cock -- but altogether different, every sensation turned up to ten, not a plastic cock but a warm, living, throbbing, bareback length sliding in and out of me, twitching as he clenched his muscles.
Sara kissed my ear. "You like that, don't you, my little slut? You love that cock in your ass, filling you up. You want him to empty his balls inside you."
I bit my lip and nodded.
"Say it," she said, her fingers twisting in my hair. "Say you're my little cockslut."
"I'm your little cockslut," I panted. I tried to time it so I squeezed around his cock as he pulled out, then relaxed as he pushed in. It was hard, but felt so good to tighten around him and resist, feel every vein of his cock sliding past my ring.
Josh was fucking me harder now, panting from exertion. A warmth was spreading out from my belly. I leaned back and closed my eyes; Sara's lips brushed across mine as her hand found my throbbing cock, spreading lube on it, and began to slide up and down in time to Josh's thrusts. I had never felt anything so exquisite in my life.
"I'm not going to last long," Josh warned.
"Cum in his ass," Sara moaned. Her other hand was a blur on her clit.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned. "Cum in me."
He groaned, grabbing my ankles and fucking into me with an animalistic desire, a raw urgent need to fill me with his seed. His balls slapped against me, and then he buried himself in me one last time and groaned, his cock twitching as he came in me.
I couldn't really feel the cum, but I felt the throbs of his cock as each pump from his balls deposited more of his load inside me. He kept fucking his cum deeper into me, slower now, but he stayed hard. It was too much to bear. The thought of his warm cum inside my hole, the feeling of his cock stretching me while Sara jerked me and kissed my neck -- it was too much. I moaned, clenching my asshole hard around his dick as I spasmed and came, a warm jet hitting my own face and mouth, painting my lips, more ropes falling across my chest and stomach.
He fucked me through my orgasm, slowing down as the waves subsided and then finally pulling his softening cock from my hole, which felt aching and empty without it. A warm wetness dripped down my hole and onto the bed. I lay there, panting, turning to kiss Sara while she shuddered through another orgasm of her own besides me. Then we laid together in silence, staring up at the ceiling, completely satisfied.
It was awkward, now, him being there. After we fucked we would usually cuddle, enjoy the afterglow together in relative silence, perhaps murmur this or that. Reading the room, he cleared his throat. "I'll clean myself up and be right back," he said.
"Okay," Sara said.
When he left the room, she kissed me, a long and soft kiss. "How was it?" She whispered.
"It was great," I murmured. "I can't really describe it, but... it was great. Thank you for doing this with me."
"Thank you," she said. "I loved it. We'll have to do it again." She sat up, stretching out her back, and then grinned. "I already have so many ideas."
