0 comments/ 15216 views/ 3 favorites And For Dessert By: kittygrrl You open the door to find the house quiet for once. This is of concern to you, first because it’s your birthday, and I was around that morning, hopelessly chipper, and secondly because you know I am rarely quiet without a ballgag in my mouth. Glancing around, you’re relieved to see my coat still on the hook, so I’m here… just very, very quiet… Cautiously, you put your coat down on the chair, your eyes watching for any movement. Your body is tense, and your mind searches for a reason for the silence. Is there a surprise party? Nah, your slave can’t hush long enough for that… I’d be giggling as soon as you walked in. And you know I wouldn’t leave the apartment without your permission, or at least a note to tell you where I was… Shrugging your shoulders slightly, you go towards our dark bedroom… and notice a flickering light in there. Tiptoeing closer, you smile to yourself. Opening the door quickly, you’re already saying, “Aha! Found….” Your voice trails off when you see me. I am almost completely naked, my hair spread over my pillow, eyes closed, a ballgag next to my cheek… and I am smiling a little, because I have sensed you enter, and heard your voice. Your eyes move over my body, taking in the shaved smooth skin, the locked collar, the dark blue ribbon binding my breasts, the nipples rosy. You see the chocolate icing on my pussy, spelling out, “Happy Birthday”, three short, dark blue candles stuck to my skin with their own wax. They glow warmly, flames flickering, and no wax has spilled over onto my skin yet… you can tell they have been lit recently. You smile down at me, and I stir ever so slightly, opening my eyes to gaze up at you. “Happy Birthday, my Master,” I say softly, and you sit beside me carefully, still taking it all in. You run a finger over one bound breast, and notice each nipple has three tiny clothespins attached to it, painted dark blue with small sparkling rhinestones adorning them. Silently you smile more, moving to one side and kissing my lips tenderly, then blowing out the candles, a few splatters of hot wax landing on my skin. I gasp out, biting my lip to keep quiet. Deftly you pluck the candles from my skin, careful not to mess up my chocolaty lettering. Putting them aside, one being relit and placed into a candleholder, you put one hand comfortingly on my shoulder. “Kneel,” you command, and I scramble to my knees, my palms open, my knees spread to expose my sex, which glistens a little in the faint light. You look at me, my eyes downcast, my posture straight and my head bowed respectfully. I feel your hands brush through my hair, and I shiver a little at the contact. Pulling it back, I can feel the tips dance across my skin as you roll it into a bun to keep it out of the way. One tendril escapes and dangles over my left cheek. “Lovely,” you murmur, picking up the ballgag and placing it in my mouth, pulling it tightly. I feel your hand touch mine, squeezing it. I squeeze back twice to tell you I’m ok, and the ballgag isn’t too tight. Nodding, you unclip one clothespin on my right nipple, and I moan into my ballgag. “My gorgeous pain slut,” you whisper into my ear. “What a delicious birthday present you make!” I try to thank you, my words muffled by the gag, and you smile. “You’re quite welcome, my pet,” you reply, unclamping another clothespin, this time on my left nipple. I wince, my eyes shutting for a minute, but soon I’ve ridden the pain and my eyes open again, still looking at the bed underneath me. Then you untie the bow I’ve made, and the ribbon binding my breasts begins to loosen. As the blood leaves my breasts, I feel such a sense of release that I almost fall forward, but catch myself right before I do. One hand over my left breast, you remove another clothespin with your other hand, and I don’t make a sound, just bite into my gag fiercely. “Very nice,” you murmur, your hand stroking my hair, and I nod a little to thank you. Another clothespin is removed, until there is only one on each nipple. You step back to look at me, and you light one of the candles you set aside. Holding it a fair distance from my skin, you allow the wax to pool up inside the candle, tipping it slightly to let some hot blue wax splash over my chest. I gasp, but keep my palms outstretched, my knees apart, my body still. Again and again you drip it onto my body, until my chest and thighs are a wax sculpture in dark blue, a contrast to my pale white skin. My cunt is wet now, and you can see the juices begin to dribble down over my outer lips. You smile. “So you’re horny are you, my pretty little slave? What is it you want, hmm?” You let one finger slide over the icing, bringing it to your lips and slowly licking it off. I try to speak into my gag, to tell you how badly I want you to fuck me, but you just laugh to yourself. “I guess you won’t tell me what you want, then,” you say, pretending not to hear my protests. “Then it’s up to me, I suppose.” You lie me down on the bed, bending my knees so you can see my pussy wet and ready. You lick my shaven area so gently, just barely touching my skin, yet licking up all the chocolate in the process. I moan into my gag desperately and wriggle against your tongue, and you let it flicker over my clit for a second. Then you look into my eyes again with a smile. You stand, taking your time to remove your pants, removing your tee shirt as slowly as possible, not looking at me but knowing I was watching you. You smile again, sliding your boxers off, then moving your body over mine, your eyes looking into mine. “Look at me, my whore,” you command, and I look meekly back at you. One of your hands reaches behind my head to remove my gag. You whisper, “Tell me, wench… tell me what you want.” “Oh, Master,” I groan, “Please… I want to feel you inside me so badly… I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard, and before you cum, please let me put my lips on your cock, and allow your slave to drink your sweet cum….I want to suck it from you, Master… please…” “Quite a mouth you have, my slave,” you murmur, one hand slapping my inner thigh. I squirm under you, and you smack my other thigh. “But such a lovely mouth… yes… I think tonight, I shall violate all three of your holes… you’d like that, wouldn’t you, my precious?” All I can do is moan assent. You roughly grab my hair and push your cock into me, and I gasp out with the pure joy of it, the feeling of being filled. You pump into me, my hips eagerly meeting every stroke, your lips viciously kissing mine, biting my lips gently, my neck more savagely. Every time I try to move my head, you pull my hair a little harder, and I buck against you with more need, more desire… “On your knees, slut”, you growl, and I roll over, my head on the pillow, my hands under my cheek, my ass and dripping cunt displayed for you. You lick my clit again quickly, and I groan, moving my ass higher, begging you with my movements to keep fucking me. “You want me in your ass, don’t you, my slave? You want me to fuck you in your pretty, tight little ass, don’t you?” I whisper into the pillow, tears of longing in my eyes, “Yes….” “Yes what?” you snap at me, letting your hand slap each cheek until they redden under your palm. “Yes, Master… oh, please, Master, PLEASE!” You squirt a little lube onto your cockhead, plunging your fingers into me and rubbing my juices onto it as well. Then you position your cock right at my asshole, your hand in my hair again so that my face is upturned. My eyes are closed; all I can do is feel and obey. You ease into my ass slowly, pumping your cock into it faster and faster, pulling my head back as I gasp out. The feeling of it is delicious, and I can feel the desire to cum building up inside me. I struggle to control myself, try to push the waves back, but it’s just too much, I don’t know if I can, and I moan. “Oh, Master, please…” “Please what?” I sob out, “Please let me cum, Master…” You smile, and pull back on my hair hard before you release me, quickly withdrawing from my ass. “You may not, my slave, until I say you can.” I just tremble with the need, waiting for your next command. You move to the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard so you can watch me pleasure you. All you do is beckon to me… all you need to do is beckon to me, and my mouth is on your cock, sucking on your cock head, my tongue running all over it, flickering over the tip, massaging underneath… “Clean it well, slut,” you order, and I eagerly, willingly comply. I feel your cock harden even more, your body shiver under my lips and tongue, and you twine your fingers in my hair. Your hands clench, and you moan out, “Cum now, whore, NOW!” You cum into my mouth and I drink it in, feeling it warm my throat and settle in my stomach, my orgasm shaking through my body, my thighs dripping with my juices. When you have nothing left for me, I collapse into your arms, my body still weak from my own orgasm, my eyes closed softly, and I snuggle into your arms. “Oh, Master…” I say, dreamily… You smile and kiss my hair. “Sweetheart… that was the loveliest present I’ve received. Thank you.” I open my eyes to look into your lovely eyes, eyes I would willingly drown in, the love swirling within more beautiful and fierce than the ocean that had separated up for so long. “No,” I whisper back. “Thank you for allowing me to give it to you.” “I love you, my dearest slave.” I nuzzle your neck and sigh happily. “I love you too, my Master.” And for Dessert: Fantasy Fulfilled It started out like a lot of other Saturday afternoons ... a game on the television, my beautiful wife napping in the sun on the couch in front of the big picture window and me on the computer catching up on a few emails. Then, things took a little bit of an unexpected turn. Just as I was about to sign off, a chat window popped up from a screen name I didn't recognize – IslandGirl. Normally, I would have just ignored it and finished shutting down, but with nothing else really going on and no plans for the rest of the day, I figured what did I have to lose. "Hi" I responded. She (at least I was assuming it was a she at this point) responded, "Doing anything tonight?" "No plans that I know of right now ... did you have something in mind?" Then she caught me off guard, responding "I have some plans for you ... and your wife too!" Thoughts began to race through my head. Was this someone I had talked with before? No, I would remember a screen name like that, as it was one of my favorite Elton John songs. I know my profile doesn't mention I was married ... hell, it doesn't even mention my name or where I live. Was this someone my wife had talked with, as she has a lot of "online friends" that I don't usually hear from? So I kind of quietly nudged her awake enough to ask if she recognized the name – she said no. Now I was really beginning to wonder what was going on. So I asked how they knew I had a wife. "I've known you and your wife since even before she was your wife," she said. "In fact, I was at the wedding when you and Susan got married." While more than a little shocked at that, I began to run through the list of people who were actually at our wedding. It was just over 20 years ago, but it was also a pretty short list, as we were married in front of a justice of the peace. And since I was pretty sure it wasn't my mother or my mother, that pretty much narrowed the list down to Julia, my wife's maid of honor, and Beth, the wife of my best man. And while I could have just asked at this point, I decided to play the game a little myself and try to figure out which one it was. "Ahh, that clears things up," I lied, hoping they would think I had figured them out. "So what kind of things did you have planned for us and where do you plan on doing them?" She wasn't going to make this easy. "I thought we could start with dinner, maybe at one of the restaurants we always used to go to back in school," she said. "Then after dinner we could play some games like in the old days and maybe have a little dessert ;)" Great, no help again. We went out with both couples to a lot of the same places and we used to play games too – we were actually all Dungeons and Dragons geeks in college. Still, the tone in the voice and that little wink emoticon had me starting to hope that the games weren't going to have anything to do with D&D this time around. While I hadn't seen either Julia or Beth in several years, they were both very attractive women. And thanks to divorce, they were both single women as well. So I again woke up my wife and told her about the conversation. She, of course, said I just needed to ask whether it was Julia or Beth. I asked if it really mattered, as if she wouldn't go to dinner with either one. She said no, so I said we should just let them play their game and see what happens – worst case scenario being we end up having dinner with an old friend. The plans were made and we agreed to meet in an old pizza place just off campus. It was about an hour drive for us, so we had just enough time to shower, put on some decent clothes and get there by the agreed upon time of 8 p.m. We knew it wouldn't be hard getting a table, because with the campus on break, the place was usually pretty quiet. It was harder than I thought to keep things moving through a shower and getting dressed as my mind kept trying to figure out who we were going to meet. Either way, if any of the thoughts that were running through my mind were what was going to happen, I might as well just been offered a pass to heaven. Beth was always one of those women that turned heads and her fiery personality matched her fiery red hair and, from what I had been told by her ex-husband Willie, that fieriness carried over into the bedroom as well, as she could be insatiable – a woman that knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to tell you about it or how to do it. On the other hand, Julia wasn't quite as forceful, but she and I had a little bit of history. Back in school, before either of us had gotten married, we both had a summer alone. Susan was gone on an internship, while Jimmy (her future ex-husband) was gone for a two-month training stint as part of the National Guard commitment that paid his tuition every year. No surprise, we spent a lot of time together just to keep each other company ... and that was all the farther it went until one stormy night, she got a little freaked out by a lot of very loud thunder, the kind that sounded more like it was happening inside the house than outside. One big clap ended up making her jump toward me and, almost like it was out of a scene from a movie, we started to kiss. The kissing went on for several minutes, picking up steam from light little pecks to some serious tongue action, before my right hand began to slide toward one of her ample breasts. But as soon as it made contact, it was like she snapped back to reality and stopped what was going on. We never talked about it again and I had told Susan the story years ago. Still, over the years, I had thought about what could have happened if we hadn't stopped ... especially on those times when my closest companion was "Rosy Palm". Tonight, it looked like I might get a chance to find out. After getting to the restaurant, we found we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Still we went to a big old booth in the back and about five minutes later, Julia walked in with a guy in tow that looked almost like you would imagine a younger Vincent Pastore (Big Pussy from "The Sopranos") with the same facial structure, the same slicked back black hair and even the black shirt with the top couple of buttons undone under a light sport jacket. She introduced him as Ed. And Julia looked just like she did back in college, except for a few grey hairs just behind her temples (hey, 20 years after college, time catches up to just about everyone). But her face still was gorgeous with deep brown eyes that could look right through you, full firm breasts that almost looked ready to pop out of a V-neck sweater and legs, that while they weren't very long, had a great shape and were topped by a firm, full ass. Grey hairs or no, this was still one hot woman. Dinner conversation kept going back to the old days and all the things we had been doing over the past several years since we had last seen each other, leaving poor Ed a little out of place. I managed to hold up my end of the conversation pretty well (I think) and tried to engage Ed in some conversation about sports and such as the two women chatted on and on. Still, my mind kept going back to everything that happened on that night over 20 years ago and made me wonder just what Julia had in mind when she said we could play some games like in the old days and maybe have a little dessert. Finally, as we finished the pizza and our second pitcher of beer, my curiosity got the best of me and I kind of blurted out, "So Julia, what kind of games did you have in mind for after dinner?" She just smiled and said I would find out soon enough. She then got up and excused herself to the rest room and made that head nod that all women have that immediately had Susan excusing herself as well. After they left, Ed and I took care of the bill and I asked him if he knew what was going on. He just smiled. The two girls came out of the rest room with big smiles on their faces and a look in their eyes that I just couldn't place. I was then informed that we were going back to Ed's place, as he only lived a couple of miles away and that Susan and I could follow them there. As we got in the car, I asked Susan what was going on. She only smiled. It was then that I noticed her lipstick was a little smudged. I brought it up and she began to spill her guts. "We went in the bathroom and Julia said she had a really big favor to ask me and that she'd understand if I said no," Susan started. "Then she went on to tell me that she and Ed had been together for about six months and that he had introduced her to what she kept calling 'Sharing' and that they had been going out and having sex with other couples. She then began to tell me the story about you two making out back in college and I told her that you had told me all about it. "Suddenly, she planted a big kiss on me and said that I always got to kiss those lips, but she wanted another shot at them. I was kind of shocked, but then she kissed me again and said Ed could make me very happy if I was willing to share ... and that she would try to do her part as well." I swear my jaw must have hit the floor at that point, knowing in the back of my mind that she must have already agreed if we were all heading off to Ed's. Still, I asked the obligatory, "What did you say?" "Nothing for a few seconds, as I just tried to soak in all that happened," Susan said. "I was just kind of shocked by all of it. I then kind of sputtered out that I didn't know, that everything was happening so fast and she said, "Don't worry, we can go slow and anytime you don't feel comfortable you can just say stop and everyone will stop.' I don't know why, but I said OK. Then she kissed me again and, as I turned to walk out, smacked me on the ass. That's what got me smiling when we walked out." Honestly, I was still a little dumbstruck at all that was happening. Still, I asked her if she was sure if this is what she wanted. She said she wasn't completely sure, but she knew I had always fantasized about that night with Julia. Also, Susan had always completely trusted Julia and knowing she could stop things by simply saying stop, she would give it a try. And while I didn't think Ed was exactly her type, the look in her eye told me that after those kisses in the bathroom, even though she had never expressed an interest in other women, that at this moment, she might be almost as interested in Julia as I was. We soon pulled up to Ed's house and, while it didn't look like much from the outside, it was a palace on the inside. You walked in the door into a living room that had a 60-inch plasma screen on one wall and a huge salt water aquarium on another filled with a plethora of colorful fish and corals. The other wall had what appeared to be a home office area with a desk, files and computer, while the back of the room was filled with a long six-section couch, where each section turned into a recliner. Surround-sound speakers filled each corner. Ed turned on the sound system, finding a channel of soft jazz on the satellite radio that was part of the system, and everyone settled on to the couch where Julia began the conversation. "I'm sure that Susan filled you in about our discussion on the way over here and I'm hoping that, since you both are here, that you are at least interested by my proposal. I know it seems out of the blue, but over the last several months I've tried a lot of new things ... things that have brought out a lot of emotions and desires that I had forgotten I even had after being married to Jimmy for so long. And then, when I saw your old screen name as being online, it made me start thinking about that night a long time ago and I decided to just go for it. "I know this is something new for both of you and I want you both to feel completely comfortable, so if either of you starts to get into a situation where you aren't comfortable just say 'Ostrich'. I know it's odd, but things like yes and no can get called out once things get going, but ostrich is strange enough that it won't come up in normal conversation and will get everyone's attention and let them know they need to stop." Then, she looked at Susan and said, "Are you ready for this?" One nod later, Julia was sitting next to me and, almost as suddenly as she did over 20 years ago, lunged into my arms and gave me a small kiss. As the kisses got more intense, my hand continued on with the story and began to slide upward toward her breasts and, as they made contact, her hand grabbed mine and she pulled away slightly ... only this time, she took my hand back down and guided it back up, this time underneath her sweater and she kissed me deeper than ever before as my hand made contact with her breast and found her nipple as it stiffened under the brush of my hand. Suddenly, it hit me that my fantasy was about to come true and, at that moment, I decided that I was going to savor every second of it. Of course, little did I realize exactly how many of my fantasies would come true before this weekend was over. I continued simply kissing Julia, savoring in her taste and smell, as my hands kneaded her breasts, going at it more like a couple of high school sophomores than a couple of 40-somethings who had both been around the block a couple of times. It was at that point that I was reminded that Julia and I were not the only people in the universe, but not even the only people in this room as a quick, soft gasp of a moan escaped Susan's lips. It was a sound I knew well from being with her for years ... a sound that clearly means she is getting excited and that you are touching a spot that feels really good. I pulled back slightly and looked over Julia's shoulder and realized that Ed didn't have any specific fantasy plans to follow and was clearly working a little faster than I was. What I saw was Susan with her top and bra already removed and Ed's hand down the front of her undone pants while his mouth was giving her breasts and nipples a good going over. It was almost like watching a scene from a porn flick ... only it was going on live in the same room and starring my wife. But I felt no jealousy, just a sense of awe as I watched her in the arms of another man. Julia seemed to realize what was going through my mind and let me have my moment to take everything in. But she also took advantage of the pause and began to remove her clothes, stripping down to just a pair of silky black boy shorts. As she began to pull off the polo shirt I was wearing, I looked down and got my first glimpse of what was a nearly perfect pair of breasts, capped by nipples that were not just the size of a pencil eraser, but the eraser and that little golden metal ring that attaches it to the pencil. So I decided Ed had the right idea and buried my face in those breasts, as my hand found its way down to those boy shorts and began to stroke the ultimate prize that rested within. And when Julia began to purr like a kitten, I was pretty sure I was on the right track. At that point, Ed made the suggestion that we might all be a lot more comfortable if we moved into the bedroom at this point, so we had a little more room to spread out. Almost as if we were hypnotized by all that was going on, we all followed him into the bedroom and on to a gigantic king size bed that dominated the room. On the way, what clothes remained just seemed to fall away and four nude bodies tumbled onto the bed. I returned to where I had been before the move, with my mouth taking advantage of those succulent breasts, while my hand stroked what I now realized was a completely shaven pussy – finding its way between the plump lips to lightly graze her clit as it slid deep inside her. Her hand also found its way downward, leading me to move back up to kiss her lips deeply as she found my cock and gently wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke it to its full hardness. After several deep kisses, she pulled away and pushed me onto my back. A few more kisses followed as she began to work her way down my body, pausing briefly to kiss and lightly suck each of my nipples, before continuing on and taking my cock into her mouth. My head rocked back as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, gently sucking as her head bobbed up and down, her hand almost seemingly attached to her lips and bobbing up and down my shaft as well. At this point, I realized it was Susan right next to me, with Ed down between her legs as her head rocked back in pleasure as well. I leaned across and kissed her and, as her tongue pushed its way deeply into my mouth, realized that no one was going to be saying ostrich on this night. Several minutes of incredible pleasure went by with Julia working my cock before I nudged her upwards, eventually switching places with her and going down on her, my tongue sliding between her lips to lightly tease her clit. As her purring changed over into a more intense moan, I was pretty sure I was hitting all the right places. At that point, I began to feel the bed begin to move with a familiar rhythm. I didn't even need to lift my head to realize that Ed was starting to pound Susan ... and her now cries of pleasure let me know she was clearly enjoying herself. But what made me lift my head was feeling Julia's body turn slightly as Susan's cries took on a somewhat muffled tone. What I saw was Julia kissing Susan, her hands gently stroking and squeezing her breasts. What surprised me even more was when Susan's hand came back over and began to stroke Julia's breasts as well. If this wasn't enough, Julia saw me watching and motioned with her eyes to let me know she wanted me inside of her. I didn't need a second invitation. Climbing upward, my cock easily slid inside as her hips rose upward to give me access. It happened so smoothly, you would have thought we had been together for years. Then again, in my fantasies, we had been together for years. And just like in those fantasies, it was like sliding into heaven, its warm wetness encompassing me and almost swallowing me, urging me deeper inside as her lips emitted a soft, gentle, "yessssssssss." I didn't want this moment to end, doing everything I could to put off the obvious conclusion ... trying to think about things like baseball statistics, football plays, travel plans – anything to keep my mind off of cumming. Then, as she began to cum herself, she destroyed any distraction I was trying to come up with as she said "Shoot it deep inside me baby. Shoot the first of what is going to be several loads up there now!" That was it and I shot what had to be the biggest, strongest load I've had in several years deep inside of Julia and then looked down at her and gave her one more big kiss before I almost collapsed into a heap of pleasure. Ed, who had finished a few minutes before I did, kind of chuckled to himself as he got up and sat in a chair in the corner while I struggled to catch my breath. I was basking in the glory of having fulfilled a fantasy ... he was basking in the glow of knowing things were just getting started. As I sat back up against the headboard, Julia turned her attention away from me and began to kiss Susan more intensely. The girls didn't need as much time to get things going again and Julia knew this and had already decided this was her chance to try the next step with Susan. After several minutes of kissing and stroking each other's breasts, Julia began to start that familiar slide south – stopping and kissing each breast before working her way down between her legs and plunging her tongue deep inside Susan. What she found was definitely a creamy center, as Ed's load still slowly oozed from within. Julia came out with a mouthful and moved up and kissed Susan one more time. As their tongues began to intertwine, sharing the semen Julia had brought along from Susan's pussy, I began to feel some stirring down below as my cock already began to stiffen again. And for Dessert: Fantasy Fulfilled That stiffening only picked up steam as Julia swung around and planted herself on top of Susan's face – dropping her own mouth back down to start what she hoped would be a 69. Susan, tentatively, began to tilt her head upward and kiss Julia's pussy. As her tongue began to slowly edge out and find the prize within, her face was beginning to shine as my load dripped onto her chin, lips and nose. Susan slowly began to get more aggressive, as her tongue reached out in a more forceful manner. She had decided she wanted this and was going to make Julia feel as good as she was making her feel, as Julia's tongue worked its magic as moved from light licks across her clit to deep plunges within. The sounds both were making let you know they were enjoying this Sapphic encounter. At this point, Ed rose from his chair, came over and smacked Julia on the ass. Almost as if this was a signal, Julia began to rotate hers and Susan's body so that they were sideways on the bed – Susan's heels just keeping her spread legs on the bed. It was at this point that I realized just why Ed had bought this bed. You see, as he approached, you could see that the bed level was also cock level as he stood next to it. Julia lifted her head slightly and he slid his cock back inside Susan – although he didn't plunge all the way in, allowing enough room for Julia to return and begin to lick Susan's clit as he slid about half his cock into her. Ed then motioned to me that I should find a spot behind Julia and I could do the same thing ... fuck her as Susan continued to lick her clit. I didn't need to be asked twice. Even though Julia wasn't at the edge of the bed, there was still more than enough room for me to squat behind her and enter her doggie style. The second time was even more amazing than the first – not only because it had finally actually soaked in as to what I was doing and who I was doing it to, but a could feel Susan's tongue along the base of my shaft as she licked me in the process of licking Julia's clit and occasionally moved down to gently suck on my balls. Being my second time of the night, that sense of urgency wasn't there this time either, allowing me to almost sit back and savor my surroundings and every sensation created by Julia's pussy and Susan's tongue on my cock. I think it was more the girls' tongues than anything Ed or I did with our cocks, but soon they were each cumming hard and needed to separate and take a little time to come down. But they weren't quite ready to just ignore the two hard cocks that were still there before them and moved around to start working them over with their mouths. Julia sucked my cock, while Susan applied vacuum suction to Ed and neither of us was very upset by this change of position. But after several minutes, they were both ready for more. Ed started pounding Susan doggie style, allowing her to lean over and kiss Julia, who rested on her back and urged me to enter her. Then, suddenly she broke her kiss with Susan and looked up at me and said, "I have one more surprise for you tonight stud." She then reached down and took hold of my cock and began to guide it forward ... only this time she rocked her hips a little further back and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass and said, "Just be gentle." The combination of the spit from her blow job, her own cum and my cum from the first load made things more than slippery enough back there and my head slowly pushed past that first ring of muscle and into her ass. She gasped slightly, so I stopped and held my ground. After a few minutes, she began to gently move her hips and encourage me to start moving in again. Slowly I moved forward, edging in seemingly a quarter- to a half-inch at a time and, after about 8-10 minutes; I finally had my cock buried in Julia's ass. At this point, Ed (who along with Susan had eventually just stopped to watch this process) asked Julia what she thought. As she smiled, he turned to me and said, "You know you're the first one up there. She said earlier you missed taking her virginity back in college, you were at least going to take her virgin ass tonight." I looked down and could see the look of lust and desire in her eyes and all I could say was "Thank you." I would have kissed her at that moment, but didn't want to risk having my dick pop back out of her ass and have to go through this entry process again. Almost as if she read my mind, Susan leaned over and planted a big, deep, wet kiss on Julia's lips. And as I began to slowly work my way in and out, the girls began to make out and Ed slid back inside Susan's pussy. After a few minutes, I was pounding away at Julia's ass as hard as I did her pussy earlier in the night and those initial moments of discomfort were replaced with a newfound pleasure. Of course, I'm sure it didn't hurt as Susan reached down and began to finger her clit as the two continued to kiss and Ed kept pounding away. Then, Julia began to cum again, followed soon after by Susan. And as I looked over everything, with Ed fucking my wife and Julia underneath me with my cock in her ass I realized this game was a lot more fun than anything we played in college or even anything I had fantasized about all those years of thinking of Julia. And as I shot my load deep into Julia's ass, I realized this was a game I definitely planned on playing again ... and again, and again, and again. Fortunately for me, Julia and Susan felt exactly the same way. Before the night was over, I came a total of five times – as Ed and I teamed up on Julia with me in her mouth and him in her pussy. We then did the same to Susan, as I finally fucked my loving wife as she sucked off Ed. Then one final time, slow and gentle, in Julia's pussy before we all were too exhausted to continue. Needless to say, Susan and I didn't wait nearly as long before seeing Julia again. In fact, we usually see each other once or twice a week. Sometimes Ed is there, sometimes not. Sometimes Susan and Julia just get together on their own (although Susan always fills me in on all the details as we fuck each others brains out). But those are stories for another time ...