With our cocks losing their blood supplies, we wilted like last week’s tulips. Tygre was ready, willing and waiting, and the two of us had nothing to offer her. We had to think, and fast. I jumped up off the chair, dragged Tygre over to the couch and made her kneel on the thing, hands on the back support, both feet dangling over the front edge. I waved Jesh over furiously. He quickly stepped over.
I reached under the couch and withdrew a long instrument made of pink latex with some sort of machinery or ball bearings deep inside the murky plastic. There were two wires that emerged from the bottom leading to a small breakout box with some controls on it. The main shaft was about 14 inches long. About eight inches down from the tip (shaped like a cock helmet, but about 1 1/2 times bigger than your average porno dick) another branch of latex sprouted from the base mast and curved upwards as well.
There was a soft white raised ring around the place where it joined the master stick. With a twist the anal branch could be disconnected from the massive vibrator for single-probe action. Connected, it provided some wonderful feelings to both holes at once. Tygre had never seen this particular toy before, and her anger was somewhat (though not entirely) replaced by curiousity and a little trepidation.
“Phae, how big around is that thing?”
“Well, let me see.” I fisted it. My fingers barely met, which I estimated to put it at around 2 inches across. Nothing too alarming, but plenty to get her off.
“Two inches, I think, in diameter. Probably about 6 in circumference. Can you handle that?”
“Fuck, I can take Maurice. I can take anything after his dick. I don’t think I’ve ever been the same since that first Halloween party.” Tygre had been pseudo-violently “raped” at that particular party, in a gang bang I’d organized. She’d always had the fantasy of being forced to do a bunch of strangers’ biddings. With our costumes and such, our group provided her with the closest thing to her fantasy that we could.
She had not known Maurice before that night. When I brought him into the room from behind the curtain, she had screamed and actually tried to get away. Lisa and Jesh had held her down on the bed and forced her legs apart. She hadn’t used the code word, though, so he fucked her even as she screamed no and tried to beat him off with her fists. Her cunt must have ached for days afterwards, but she came at least 2 times. Ah, the good old days.
“Should be fun. Let’s hurry it up, Phae — I’m totally horny.” She wiggled her ass and looked back at me expectantly.
I spread some lube on the funstick and patted her left asscheek with it. “Reach back and spread these balloons, ’cause this big bastard’s coming on in.”
She reached back with both hands and spread them. Her lips protruded from her pussy, wet and reddened by our prior fun. I took the stick in both hands and ran the master tip up and down against her cuntlips to get things ready. She moaned and shifted on the couch. Her fingernails dug into her asscheeks. She pushed back against the stick.
At that point I heard rustling behind me and Jason walked over. His dick was once again hard from some serious head by Rebecca and Rachel, who were over on the bed wiping their chins and rubbing each other. He pushed Jesh and me aside. “Take your silly little toys elsewhere fellas, this lady needs some cockflesh.” With that said, his fisted his dick and aimed it right at her, stepped forward and slid into her pussy to the short hairs. Tygre moaned, closed her eyes, pushed back and said, “You better not pull any shit here Jase, I’m in no mood for more teasing.”
“Naw, I’ll deliver. I’ve come twice already with those hot broads on the bed, it’s gonna’ take me forever to come.” They started balling. Tygre’s asscheeks bounced, rolled and quivered with his thrusts. He reached down and held her tits in both hands. With him so thin and bony, this put him bent over her back like some sort of skin umbrella as conceived by H.R. Giger. His hips flexed and pushed, pulled out and shoved back in. His haunches reminded me why this position was called “doggy”.
She was his bitch, and he was out to get her howling. Small grunts were already issuing from her mouth as his cock assaulted her. His hands roamed over her back, pulled her hair, pulled on her hips, rubbed her thighs, played with her asshole, slapped her ass. Hard.
Meanwhile, I stood there like some derelict piece of farm equipment left in a overgrown field. My function had been made obsolete! Chagrined, I looked around to see if anyone else could use the punishment I had planned for Tygre instead. Watching Tygre get fucked was breathing a little life back into my dick.
At that moment, the curtain parted and Jeff walked in. “I think that’s it, folks, Things upstairs are totally dying down. Juan’s on his way. I posted the DND but Juan knows to come in anyway. Should keep everyone else out. Phae, what about your roommates?” Rarely, the guys I live with would join in. Whoever lived in the same house I did were automatically “members” but that didn’t always mean they appreciated or enjoyed the membership itself.
“No, I don’t think so. Graham was way too drunk, Tim’s fucking some stick-thin blond hottie named Jen in his room, and Thom, well, I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing but I imagine it involved a great deal of hash, a large pipe and some stoner slut of his own. He’ll be useless. I think it’s just us.”
Jeff nodded. “Mind if I clock off, in that case?”
“No prob.” I walked over to my desk and got out 5 twenties. I handed them to him. “Here’s your tip. Thanks for the lookout, as usual.”
“Not at all, my man.” Since Jeff’s entrance, Rebecca and Rachel had become excited little girls over on the bed, giggling, kissing each other and playing with each others’ breasts. Their eyes never left Jeff. His stamina was legendary. He was a large guy, maybe 170 pounds, but his bouncer lifestyle meant his whole body was carved from a chuck of stone. He was 34, so there was a little looseness in the butt and under his chin, but his abs, arms, legs and pretty much everywhere else was full of rolling muscle tissue. He’d do guys if they asked for it, but it was clear his preference was women.
He liked nothing better than taking two women at once, switching back and forth and maintaining a piston-like, smooth delivery of his cock (a nice 7 1/2 incher, but rather wide and with a distinctive bend near the top) into the girls. He’d call them “kittens” when fucking them. Don’t ask me, I was afraid to inquire too deeply, you know? Everyone’s got their own thing, I guess. The important thing was, he could go for hours, quite literally. I’d been there, I’d seen it happen.
“Aw, kittens, all dressed down and no one to fuck? What are you doing in a room full of horny sluts, all alone on the bed? These men not enough for you? Worn ‘em out already? Jeff’s here, all will be well.” He walked over to the bed, stripping himself naked while he moved. As he reached the edge, he kicked off his shoes and leapt onto the mattress, making Lisa, Rebecca and Rachel bounce up and down. All three bitches squealed with laughter and undisguised glee. What a beautiful sound that was.
I heard someone coming down the stairs, and I quickly walked over to the curtain and went through it, naked with funstick in hand. Whomever it was would certainly know they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. But to my relief, and not entirely unexpectedly, it was Juan.
“Hey hottie, gear’s all shut down. You want me to bring the decks down here for some spinning?”
“No, I don’t think so. Just load up the carousel or player on the laptop with some cuts. I have something better in mind for you.” The stick in my hand needed a home, and I think I just had found one. Juan eyed the stick warily, wondering what was going on down here. He’d find out soon enough. I treated sex toys like desert Fremen treated crysknives — you didn’t put one back without sticking it deep inside someone first.
We both walked back into the room. “Did you lock the door?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Get naked immediately.”
He stripped down. Jeff was getting his dick, balls, nipples and torso sucked and licked by Rachel and Lisa, and Rebecca was climbing up to ride her husband’s face for a while. Jesh was still in recovery. He’d opened up the minifridge and was drinking a bottled water, while perusing my laptop. (Most of the guys I knew were geeks — some even hardcore gamers). Jason was pounding Tygre, who had evidently decided to enjoy his dick for a while and not rush to get off.
Finally, Maurice, our African lion, surprised me by being half-naked when Juan and I came back in. Once Juan was naked he walked over to Maurice and helped him take the rest of his clothes off as well. I had discovered what Maurice had been waiting for. They embraced and kissed passionately. I hadn’t known of any romantic leanings between them before, but it was obvious they’d stalked each other all night, building up to this moment and the ones to follow. It was a pleasant surprise, for sure.
“Ah, _that’s_ what’s going on. Maurice, you still planning on sharing?” I asked the new couple.
They both rushed to nod their heads. “Oh yeah, he’s still available, and so am I. I mean, I hosed _you_ down, didn’t I?” Maurice laughed. I laughed with him. Juan looked at me with a funny look in his eyes — I don’t think it was jealousy, more like envy. But I’d have to keep a watch on this one. Straight couples emanating from the group had their problems, but jealous male couples tended to prove the most volatile. They could go from sharing their asshole among five cocks to screaming angry face-slapping little bitches in an instant. However, the risk was worth it — both these sex-crazed sluts were smart, gorgeous, with nice big cocks and talent in the sack. I didn’t want to lose them — too hard to replace, and I loved both of them a lot. I’d really miss them, both in my ass, hands and mouth and also in my life. Members of the group were a family and each time someone left I felt grief.
They went back to their kissing. Damn. Still needed a home for this beast of a toy. I had an idea. Just because Jason was taking care of Tygre didn’t mean she couldn’t provide some sort of shelter for the sad, lonely latex. It just meant her poor little back door would have to accommodate a much larger version than normal usage of the toy provided. I twisted the secondary branch so it came off the main stick. I covered the big shaft with lube and also spit on it for good measure. Walking over to Jason still slapping her cheeks and pushing his cock into her cunt, I tapped on Tygre’s shoulder.
“Yeah, what the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busyhhhhheeey what are you doinfuuuuuck yyyyeeesssssrrrrrrrrrrr….” Her speech became a long drawn-out growl of angry lust as I started to push the big fucking vibrator up her ass. Still dilated from Jesh’s dick, she put up only token resistance to the larger version of fake dick I was using. It only took about 8 back-and-forths until the thing was as deep as I thought necessary. It was time to turn it on.
There were two controls to the stick. One controlled speed of lateral motion (the ball bearings were forced into counterclockwise rotation, making the latex skin feel as if something was rubbing marbles against the entire length of it from the inside). The other controlled heat. The vibrator could be warmed up until uncomfortably hot. I’d never used the maximum heat setting because it was simply too hot to make any sense. But a 7 out of 10 was perfect to get Jason’s cock feeling like it was burning up and Tygre’s ass nice and relaxed.
Turning the control, I took my hand off the vibrator. It looked like some perverted thermometer stuck inside Tygre. It waved around while Jason kept fucking her. It made me think of some adult version of King Arthur — the Dong in the Ass. “Whoever shall pull this Dong from this Lady shall win her heart forever…”
“Jason, make sure that thing moves along with you.”
“Ok, my man, you got it.” He began to follow my instructions, setting up a double penetration with alternating strokes, his cock in her cunt and the vibrator in her ass.
She was constantly moaning now, and getting really fucking hot. I could see the dildo was having an effect on her internal system. Sweat was on her back, her nipples hung down heavy from her pendulous breasts and were hard as pebbles. Her hair was matted from her exertion.
Her right hand held the back of the couch for leverage, and her left was slowly moving over her clit every once in a while to keep herself on the edge. She hadn’t gone over yet. I guess she was trying to build herself up to a screaming howling explosion or something.
I began to pull my own wang while I watched, until someone knocked my hand away. I looked down from watching the torrid rape of Persephone in front of me to see Jesh on his knees, one hand keeping mine from interfering, the other moving to embrace my asscheek to bring my pelvis closer to his face.
His mouth opened, but before he sucked me in he look up into my eyes and said, “Watch Tygre. Do you want to fuck her? Do you?”
Then he took me in. Mmmmm, felt so fucking good. I was a little sore from Tygre, but his mouth was talented and the soreness just made me last longer and take more time to achieve full erection. I hated to disappoint Jesh, but my second volcano was reserved for someone else.
Jason was still working Tygre over. She was getting close, and had made the decision to go for it. I tried to tell if Jason would be with her, but he was right — he didn’t seem anywhere near the level she was at. Her hand was actively seeking her clit out, rubbing, rubbing.
Jason was plunging the fake cock in her ass, as she pushed back on both his cock and the toy to get them as deep as possible. He’d pull his cock out until the head actually came out of her, while the vibrator was buried. Then, pulling it out, he slid his own greasy, slick penis (covered with her juice, my come, his own precome, lube from her ass, spit and cunt fluids from his wives and God knows what else) back into her inviting, grasping mouth of a sex. It swallowed him whole — the pussy farts sounded like burps after each “meal”.
His cock was purple at the head, deep angry red on the shaft. He was close. His balls slapped her clit, his free hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back until her neck strained and you could see the tendons in it. Her teeth were gritted, she growled through them, and pushed with her free hand on the back of the couch. “Fuck, pull my hair, pull my hair, slap my ass, make me come,” she demanded.
“Aw, fuck yeah you bitch, my cock, too tight on my cock, Jesus…” cried out Jason. The heat from the toy was making him sweat too. It was getting him close really fast.
“Oh yeah?” hissed Tygre. “Too tight? My little pussy too tight for your big dick, baby? Fuck that cock feels good, you feel so fucking big when you slide in after that fake dick. God, it’s SOOOO HOT, that vibrator’s making my whole body sweat, my asshole feels like it’s on fire, sooooo goooood, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” She trailed off into a moan.
“Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, my dick’s on fire, shit, the fucker’s on fire, fuck, your cunt….cunt….oh fuck fuck fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK I’m gonna come, gonna come, gonna…shit, rrrrrrrr, rrrrrrrr FUCK! COMING COMING, FUCK, SUCK THAT SHIT OUT OF MY BALLS!!!!! TAKE IT BITCH!” Jason was yelling as his testes emptied their sweet thick payload deep into Tygre. She couldn’t take that shit.
When he started coming, he shoved both cocks into her, maximum depth. She rotated her hips to feel them both rubbing against each other. She arched her back like some wild feline, and started screaming in little gasps, each one a little longer than the last. With little sexy uncontrolled jerks she shoved her whole lower body back in Jason’s direction. It almost looked like she was getting shocked, the spasms were so quick and strong. She was there.
“Ahhhh. AAHhhhh. AAAAHHHHhhhh. AAAAAAHHHHH. _AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!_ AAAHHH FUCK, AAAHHH FUCK! DON’T STOP YOU MOTHERFUCKER COCK-SUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, DON’T FUCKING STOP!!!! COMING! YES! OH GOD YES!!!!” she screamed out. Her face flushed, we watched as the blood moved down her back and hit her asscheeks. Her whole body was turning red by the blood flow. The flush was like watching a night-blooming jasmine open up to the sinful light of the full moon.
She was crying a little from the force, but no tears came out, just these little sobs as her body underwent the transformation from highest tension to utter release. Her brain, under so many neural pulses, pulled her face into a grimace of what looked like pain, but was instead unbearable pleasure. It appeared she had succeeded in her goal.
I was transported by the scene. Jesh’s mouth was still working on me, and his work on the head and shaft, plus a few licks on the balls and even a couple of darts into my asshole, had gotten me back to full hardness. I needed to fuck someone, right now. And that woman was Lisa.
On the bed, no one had come yet, much to my surprise. They were all busy sucking each other off. A series of 69s had developed. Lisa and Rachel were eating each other, Rebecca was lying on top of Jeff swallowing him as he had 2 fingers in her ass and her clit in his lips, and Maurice and Juan were making a Yin-Yang sculpture on the edge of the bed, having trapped each others’ cocks in their mouths and fingers up each others’ asses.
There were so many butts, mouths and pussies ready for my cock I was having a lot of trouble deciding. But Lisa was still the sheath of choice. Her ass was just irresistible. It was perched up right above Rachel’s face. Rachel’s huge tits were mashed out to the sides by Lisa’s abdomen.
I walked over to the edge where they were loving each other with tongues and fingers. Rachel looked up at me from upside down while she licked Lisa’s cuntlips. Her eyes smiled at me and with one hand she crooked a finger at me and patted Lisa’s asscheek with her other hand.
I looked down with love and said, “Here’s a treat, Lisa. Rachel, can you prepare me please?”
Rachel stopped licking and said, “My God, you’re really hard. What was going on over there? Is Tygre still alive?”
“Yeah, but she’ll need a rest for a while.” I answered. With that I took my cock in my hand and aimed it right for Rachel’s mouth. “Love me, Rachel.”
“Oh yes, feed me,” she moaned. “I’m so hungry Phae, I can’t get enough in my mouth. Feed me with your beautiful cock.”
She sucked me in. Her position allowed her to take almost 3/4 of the dick into her throat before gagging. I pushed a little harder to try to get the rest in and I made her gag a little harder on the next few strokes. Her face bloated and flushed with the involuntary reaction, I eased up a bit, let her recover, and then pushed in again. The sound of her gagging was getting my balls churning.
Her hands gripped Lisa’s asscheeks hard as she struggled to control her diaphragm and throat. Her chest heaved and her nose snorted when I withdrew to get another breath before the next onslaught. Finally, I’d had enough. I pulled out completely.
“God, thank you baby, that almost made me come.”
“Phae, you know you can have my throat anytime. Fuck, you went in deep. Maybe Lisa can handle that, but I almost lost it.” Rachel said before going back to work on Lisa’s lips and clit.
My cock was slick with Rachel’s saliva, long drips hanging off the tip and shaft. It looked pretty fucked up, actually. Before my titillation wore off and disgust started in, I aimed for Lisa’s cunt and slowly slipped in. I saw the small of her back tense with the new pressure inside her cunt.
She raised her head to say, “Aw fuck gimme’ that cock bitch, yes” before lowering her head again.
I started pushing in, pulling out, touching the sides of Rachel’s huge breasts, her arms, Lisa’s asscheeks. I caressed as much skin as I could reach. There was quite a bit. I was in heaven. I needed more if I was going to actually get off, however.
Jason was done with Tygre and wrung out, probably for the night. Tygre was almost asleep on the couch, curled up into a naked little catlike ball of pretty girl. Jesh was watching several things at once and pulling on his half-hard dick. I wasn’t sure he was going to be able to have another go, but that didn’t stop him from trying to make himself feel good. Maurice and Juan were still climbing Mount Come, one deep-throat at a time. Jeff had pushed Rebecca’s cunt down onto his dick and she was riding him with abandon. They’d be there for a long time — Rebecca was going to get all the peaks she needed, and provide Jeff with his as well.
I spoke up after about 10 minutes of sexual antics. “Girls, I need something.” They both stopped licking and waited. “Rachel, you’re behind me, and Lisa love you’re in front.”
Lisa sat up mashing her cunt down on Rachel’s face. “Mmmmmmm, baby, I was hoping for this tonight.”
She got up after moving her lips across Rachel’s nose a few times and moved over to this small chest in the corner, kissing me along the way as she passed right in front of me. I reached out and stopped her, hugged her to me and told her I loved her. We kissed a little more and then she continued over to the chest. My cock was out waving in the breeze and Rachel sat up as well, swiveled around and sat at the edge.
“Come here, honey, can’t let that stand down,” she said, and took my dick in her mouth.
I was totally hypnotized by the sight of her boobs. They stopped traffic. They hung from her chest like teardrops, huge, overwhelming, physics-defying teardrops. Her hands came up to hold my balls and tickle the junction with my thighs.
She took her mouth off, used her hands to push her breasts together, and said, “Fuck ‘em.”
I moved to comply. Squatting down slightly making my thighs start to work hard, I shoved my dick up into her tit cleavage. It was hot, wet and slightly dry, making for some excellent friction when my spit- and cuntjuice-covered prick slid upwards. Her wicked, long, pointed tongue slipped out and swiped the head whenever it emerged from her tits. She looked up in my eyes and smiled, licking her lips like some sort of tempting demoness. If she’d had horns I’d have signed my soul away on the spot.
Lisa came back from the chest. Rachel dropped her tits and stood up. I hugged and kissed her like a beloved sister, a sister a brother was fucking secretly for years. I turned my head and kissed Lisa as well. Then I stepped back.
“Thanks, girls, this is going to be wonderful.”
“No problem, Phae. It’s the least we can do for tonight, and frankly, I’m going to come before you will. Lisa got me so fucking HOT!” Rachel moaned.
“Yeah, baby, sleeping with you will be like icing on the cake,” flattered Lisa. “Now, you big-titted green-eyed sleaze, put this on.”
From the chest, Lisa had extracted The Harness. It was a wonderful all-too-useful toy. It boiled down to a strap-on dildo, but had an attachment that also slid into the wearer’s ass. An optional attachment could fuck the wearer’s pussy too, and Lisa had outfitted it completely.
She helped Rachel put it on, which took a few minutes of licking, probing, preparing, lubing, rimming, reaming, fingering, kissing, moaning and cursing lovingly.
Meanwhile, I kept myself entertained by walking over to Juan and Maurice. They had also stopped 69ing and Maurice was now fucking Juan from behind as Juan bent over my desk. Juan’s dick was just waving in the wind, but he didn’t mind, Maurice’s dick was up all the way to his throat or so and his ass was taking a beating. He was probably going to come untouched.
“Maurice, may I cut in?”
“Yeah, sure.” He moved aside, and I took up position. Sliding my dick in was no problem, Juan was more than able to accommodate my dick after Maurice’s pile driver had made its home in his ass. He was still nice and tight though.
“Oh Phae, oh, fuck that ass,” moaned Juan. “Please, oh yes, your cock is so nice, so gooooood.”
I was just grunting. Being in a man’s ass was no time for talk. When I fucked a man, I was the strong, silent type. I was no homo sitting there gossiping while busting a nut, I was a hardcore fucking queer out to coat some guy’s rectum with the contents of my sack.
I got a little too close to peaking for my control and withdrew, willing the sperm to go back down the channel in my cock. “Ok, Maurice, here you go.”
“Ok, thanks.” He stepped back in and slid his monster back into its cave. I felt a weird sort of relief. Must have been something like Theseus watching the Cyclops go back home. His dick was a menace to society and I was glad Juan was providing a jail without bail.
Lisa waved me over. “We’re ready for your skank ass, bring it over here and prepare to be fucked, bitch.”
As I walked back over, I heard a keening noise from behind me. I turned around, and I had to take a moment to observe. Juan was coming, as I suspected, totally unmolested. His dick was simply bouncing up and down, dripping white gifts (probably a mix of precome and beginning climax) all over the floor, as Maurice kept fucking him. His juices hit the floor with obscene little splatting noises, making me hard. Maurice realized was what happening and reached around to stroke his lovely man.
At the contact of Maurice’s hand, Juan jumped, his voice rose into a shout, and he yelled “You big black fucker, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, oh my God I’m COMING oooooooooooOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK!”
The spurts from his dick intensified 3 fold. He was throwing wads of sperm 3 or 4 feet as Maurice’s dick against his prostate made his muscles bear down on his insides. His arms, chest and thighs were tightened, veins stood out on forehead and sweat dripped down from his face. “Oh, fuck you bitch, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” he kept repeating, slamming his ass back on the nightstick and cursing Maurice for making his cock explode.
Maurice had had enough of that. Dropping Juan’s dick once its spasms ended, he grabbed Juan’s hips and pounded that ass a few more times until his own brow starting sweating. Biting his lip, he suddenly pulled out of Juan’s ass, turned Juan around by the shoulders and pushed him hard down onto his knees.
“Eat it, you little Puerto Rican fag!” he demanded, and Juan moved forward quickly to slip as much of Maurice’s cock as he could into his mouth. Juan’s fist moved up and down on the black shaft, and he moaned constantly around the meat as if sucking the thing was going to make him come all over again. Clearly he was in love with the muscle-bound moor.
Maurice shouted, “Fuck yeah eat it, eat it, oh, oh, oh, THAT FUCKING COME!!!” and let go deep inside Juan’s mouth. Juan swallowed like crazy, his adam’s apple moving up and down quickly, but it wasn’t enough. His ass had fucked around with Maurice’s cock too much, and the black balls had taken a long time to cook up a fat batch of love. The stuff overwhelmed Juan’s throat and spilled out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down the long thick gorgeous shaft and onto the tightened little pair of balls. They were pulled up so tight they had to be halfway inside Maurice’s body.
The scene was clearly causing Maurice pleasure. His head was back, his face pointed at the ceiling and his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a dog on a hot day. His throat issued a long deep “ahhhhhhhh” sound that kept going and going as his dick continued its forceful evacuation of the millions of current residents. Rush hour on a Tokyo subway would be a good description of what Juan was trying to eat for a 4 am snack. There was no way, it just kept spilling out of his mouth like a controlled release from a Colorado River dam. This was must-see-TV, baby.
Lisa grabbed me from behind and threw me face down on the bed. I was bent over the edge. I felt all sorts of things happening to my ass and laid there enjoying it.
Then something alarmed me. Instead of the normal smallish dildo usually used with The Harness, I felt a very VERY large object trying to force its way past my sphincter. I looked back, and there was Rachel. She was using the harness on Lisa standing next to her, and was trying to get the pink funstick into me! This was not what I had bargained, but my denials were too little too late.
After the prep work Lisa and Rachel had performed, my ass was going to take the vibrator. Probably not too gracefully, but it _was_ going to take it. With a sharp twinge of pain, making my cock jump, the head popped past the forbidden ring. I moaned. Lisa stopped kissing Rachel and pulled on my shoulder to stand me up. Rachel kept a hand on the stick to make sure it didn’t come out.
“Hey baby, wanna’ fuck? I want to show you something.”
“What?” I asked, tears welling from the pain/pleasure of the fake dick inside me. My cock was hard as ever, waving there, looking around at everyone and begging them for a home.
She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I want to show you how much I love you. Before I gave Rachel the harness, I took my diaphragm out. Give me a child, Phae. Give me our child.”
I wasn’t sure I had heard correctly. Was she asking me to knock her up? She had whispered hard enough where the entire room could hear her. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Only Rachel kept up a steady slight pressure on the cock, forcing it centimeter by centimeter further inside. Evidently she was not surprised by the news — looked like she was in on the plan. The friction on my asshole kept my dick hard through the shock of the mini-conversation.
“Lisa, what– what are you asking? I don’t understand.”
Lisa continued, sotto voce. The room could still hear her, but dramatically they all had to remain completely silent to do so.
“Now is my time, this month. There is no more fertile night for me this month than right now. If you stick your cock inside me, and you let those tons of little Phaes swim up into me, you’ll pierce my egg and start a life. It will be our life, our little life of each other combined into one person.
“I’m not asking for marriage, I’m not asking for you to do anything else. I just…I just want your baby, I want to be close to you always, no matter what happens in the future. I want you close to me, even if or when you yourself are not. I’ve loved you so long, we’ve been inside each other so many times over the years, baby. I think of all that love, and I need this, I need your come, I need your sperm, I need your baby.
“Make a baby inside me. Please Phae, I’m begging you.” During most of the speech she was crying, tears falling down her cheeks.
I was getting up there in age for child-making. I’d wanted a kid for the past couple of years, but I just couldn’t find the right woman to marry, and I wasn’t entirely sure I was the marrying type. But when Lisa gave me this gift, it felt entirely, completely right. This was perfect. I knew Lisa would make a great mother, I had cash and integrity and would make a good father. This was the place, now was the time.
Not to mention my dick could not agree more and needed inside Lisa deeper than it ever had before. My nuts were swelling — they got the message from my ears and brain and stepped up production. It was getting crowded down there, things were turning a bit blue.
“Oh, Lisa, yes, yes, yes,” I said kissing her madly. “Yes, of course, yes, right now, let me inside, quick, get it in, let’s do this, yes, yes,” I continued, as she moved in front of me, and pulled me down on top of her. Her knees came apart.
I found it ironic and somehow poetically just that we were going to start a new life in the most conservative position. Rachel still had the fake cock in her hand but she slowly withdrew it. I thought this meant Lisa and I would work ourselves into a fury together to conceive this child, but I was wrong.
“Rachel, do him, baby. Don’t leave. I want this child to be yours too. I want you to be its Godmother,” the woman beneath me sobbed. Lisa was still crying from the impact of her decision and my ready and enthusiastic acceptance. My cock was already deep inside her, without any preliminaries.
I felt Rachel climb onto the bed behind me, her tits pressed up against my chest and her lips kissed my neck. “Mmmmmm, lover, hi there, I’m the other mother. Maybe I’m even _your_ mother,” she said, as she took the dildo in the harness and slid it up into my back door. Felt so fucking fine. My ass was already used to the larger funstick, so there was no pain, only total joy for my prostate gland. It was ecstatic to have so much love shown to it. My cock expanded even more.
This was by far the biggest, hardest and most sore it had ever been, and probably ever would be. The scene I was in was making my brain pound, my heart race and my spit dry up. I was terrified of what was happening, but unable to stop myself from the massive commitment I was undertaking. My body had taken over. It was going to deliver the cargo my testes had worked so hard on, to the destination of Lisa’s creation.
Somewhere deep inside Lisa there was a beautiful egg waiting, perfectly round, perfectly formed, waiting for its own lover to come pierce it with desire and provide it with love. My conscious mind was still gibbering at what was going down, still trying to process the information from the past five minutes. My subconscious lizard brain, however, fully understood the stakes and didn’t give a damn.
For the first time in my life my balls, dick, libido, thyroid and pituitary glands were given the chance to do exactly what they were made to do. Now was their day, at long last. They slipped into the driver’s seat, and the rest of me was along for the ride.
My hips flexed, totally involuntarily. My hands were gripping Lisa’s shoulders much too hard as I laid between her legs, but if I was causing her pain she didn’t seem to feel it. I was a total monster. Never before in my existence had the animal portions of my consciousness had such control over my actions. I would have raped my own daughter, even if I hated myself enough afterwards to end it all from guilt and shame.
I was going to make a fucking child, and nothing on this world or in the next was going to stop me. There was a voice inside my head trying to say “Stop, wait, what does this mean, what will happen?!” but it was like a child”s play toy at the bottom of some forgotten closet, batteries wearing out, no one to hear, no one to care.
Flexing, pushing, in and out, trying to rip Lisa’s poor defenseless pussy apart, my awesome cock was performing its God-designed duty. Everything was in smooth operation. The machine was performing its function with speed and finesse. The biology was flawless. Prostate, testes were cranking, balls tightening, breath increasing, heart pumping, skin sweating, mouth drooling, eyes closing, pulse pounding in my ears.
I heard Lisa crying out with each thrust. I knew Rachel was back there, moving with me, plunging into my ass as I pulled out of Lisa, but I hardly felt her. I opened my eyes, and I stared right into Lisa’s blue orbs. Details stood out as if I had taken 5 tabs of acid at once.
I could differentiate each lash from her eyelashes. I could see drops of tears collected in between them. I could see individual pores on her face, flecks of spit infinitesimally small on her lips. I saw the small fissures on her chiclets of teeth, I could count the hairs on her hairline. I could even tell when her heart pumped by the vein next to her temple.
I moved my hands up to her hair, my arms underneath hers, her nails raking my back and Rachel’s arms. I gripped her hair on each side, holding huge bunches of it to gain better leverage for pulling my swollen, aching, blue-balled lavender-purple cockhead deeper in her body. She was yelling out my name, yelling out for me to make her pregnant, to fuck her, never stop fucking her, finally just yelling incoherently from our lovemaking.
I finally realized why people called it that, what “lovemaking” really meant. It wasn’t just fucking. It was making love real, making love a part of life and body, making the feelings and emotions and biology of love into a solid state of being. It was making us whole, complete, and this time it was making another life.
I don’t know to this day how long Rachel, Lisa and I slipped into each other, kissed, cried, shouted, came. I know there were at least 2 times my cock exploded, but it might have been three. Rachel was coming from the dildo in her ass and pussy almost constantly, caught up in the act of making Lisa into a mother like her.
And Lisa? For a while after her third come she actually blacked out, but I couldn’t stop. I kept pounding her, put my head down on her chest and held on for deal life as my hips continued their motions. Her breasts cradled my head like a newborn’s. After some unknown period of time, she came to, still getting fucked by this out-of-control insane lunatic on top of her. She remembered instantly what had happened and wrapped her arms around me, helping me stay sane, riding the storm, the hurricane our love had turned into.
It really was terrifying. She was crying again, telling me not to stop, not to ever stop. Rachel was still sodomizing me, pinching and pulling at her own nipples, baring her teeth like a cornered wolf, growling deep in her chest. She laid down on top of me to kiss Lisa, and also kissed my back and neck. Her hands held Lisa and me to give her more strength in her sodomy. Like I said, I have no idea how long this lasted.
I only remember one thing clearly — we all came together at the end. I know, it sounds too good to be true. But I remember it like it was last night.
My cock was so sore from being inside Lisa, flexing the same way and shoving its way into her it felt like it was going to fall off. I was regaining some control, when I felt the beginnings of another orgasm, to my total disbelief. My eyes widened and I looked into Lisa’s.
She looked at me, held my gaze and said, “Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes. This is it — this is when it will happen. I can feel it — you’re going to make me pregnant right now. Don’t look away. I want to see you….mmmmm….mmmmm…oh fuck…Phae….oh my God, it’s happening to me toommmmmmm…..oh……oh…….oh God……oh God……oh shit, oh shit oh shit OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!,” she cried.
Rachel was bashing the cock into me, her hands roaming all over her body and her eyes watching the scene beneath her. She gripped my hips with her hands, began crying, “Oh yeah, the biggest one yet…the biggest one yet…almost here…… oh…… oh…… here….. it….. oh….. here…… yes, it’s here it’s HERE FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCK!!!” She screamed the last word at the top of of her lungs.
Lisa and I were right with her. It was almost impossible not to shut my eyes. I began crying from the effort, the act of looking deep into Lisa’s soul while my cock exploded was an obscenely pornographic magnification of emotional connection. My mind was rubbed bare until it was scraped raw. I was totally exposed, totally vulnerable, and what was harder was that I knew Lisa knew it too.
She knew everything about me in that one moment. She knew my sins, my griefs, my fears, my failures. There was nothing I could hide. I cried harder. Pushing, reaming, invading, fucking, my cock could not stop as the white-hot come boiled out of my body and started the journey to find her egg. I was firing every last sperm I could make. My ass ached from the abuse, my cock pounded from the pressures. I was, frankly, glad it was all fucking over. Much more and I’m not sure I could have survived.
Lisa’s climax was hardly less severe. Her blackout had worried me, but this was almost worse. Her eyes could not leave mine, she had issued some sort of command to them and then her conscious mind had fled the scene. I think she wanted to look away, needed to look away, but could not.
Her thighs clenched my body (I would have bruises on my sides for four days), her fingernails drew blood on my back, her mouth opened and a scream issued forth like some sort of ancient Irish banshee wailing an immortal grief of death. I wanted to cover my ears. The sound drew more come from my balls like a siren’s call, made my spasms continue long beyond a healthy period. Could a man actually ejaculate blood? my mind wondered.
Then her scream cut off mid-wail and she threw her head back, neck muscles and tendons straining and she broke eye contact. Her whole body locked up and went through some sort of fit as the ecstasy coursed through her for what I hoped and prayed was the last time.
It took her 10 minutes just to come down and unclench. I collapsed on her chest, Rachel slid off to the side. The room was silent for some time, the only sounds the gasping, heaving breaths our bodies were demanding.
I was the first to speak. “Lisa, that was — ”
She interrupted me by putting her finger on my lips. “Hush, my love. There are no words. It has started. We will always be together now, no matter what happens. I will always love you.”
“I love you. I love all of you.” I looked around. Almost everyone was crying. People were holding each other, some almost with looks of fear at the intensity of what had happened tonight. It was beyond all prior experience, all expectations.
I stated, “I want you all to know, you were all part of this. You are all part of the life created here tonight. This child will be our child, will be a combination of the love we all share and the lust we all have.” Everyone nodded.
That night, no one went home.
The end