1 comments/ 31781 views/ 0 favorites Practice By: jjsharshaw I watched the glow increase as she inhaled. The glowing tip of the Marlboro was all that I could see in the dark. The glow moved in a slow arc from her lips to the area I judged to be her belly. She blew out the smoke slowly. "Ahhhh, fuck...that was good." "I'm flattered. I have to say I was a bit apprehensive being with you." "Scotty, I didn't say you were good..." She laughed in the smoky darkness and took another deep drag. "I said," the smoke came out quickly, "it was good. It's one thing to ride a vibrator and it's an entirely-fuckin-different thing to have a cock inside you. And it has been soooo long." "Well, gee." "Aw babe, you were good. I haven't been with anyone for at least a year." Another drag, the glow going in a quick arc from lips to belly and then a cloud of pungent smoke. "I thought sure you were doing that guy you brought to the church picnic." She snorted. She had a deep, whiskey and Marlboro growl of a voice. "Yeah. He wished." "I thought you two made a good looking couple. Both of you tanned and lean and so athletic." She snorted again. "Oh yeah. Listen, he might have been `lean and sooooo athletic' but his ego was twice the size of your waistline." She twisted in bed and slapped me on the belly. "And, we fuckin know your waistline is not inconsiderable." She giggled and found my chin with her cigarette hand and homed in on my lips. She slowly kissed me, licking my lips then she twisted around, took a quick drag and snubbed out the butt in the bedside ashtray. "How do you do that?" "What?" "Put out your cigarette in the dark." "Practice." She laughed and turned back to me and snuggled into my chest. "That guy works in my building. I got to talk to some of his conquests. He's a wham-bam-aren't-I-so-fucking-good kinda of guy." "And how do I get rated?" She kissed my neck, bit gently. "Hmmmm… Let's see. I am 38 years old. I had three guys before I was married. I've been married twice; and now you. And I give you about a 2 for technique but you get an 11 plus for bed manners." "Oh?" She bit again then went for a nipple and laughed as she bit. "If you want, I can give you lessons." "You mean I get a return engagement?" "Uh," she pulled a way to look at me in the dark, "you want one, don't you?" "Are you kidding?" "Good. Very good," back to the nipple. "You're the first guy who *ever* ask me if I wanted on top when we were about to do *it*. And then you're the first guy to ever let me come on my own terms. And, it appears that you're the first guy I have ever been in bed with that isn't completely fucked up emotionally." "My wife not withstanding? Ow!" She bit a little too hard. "I love your wife - and so do you. That's why I feel safe...Am I wrong?" "No, you're not wrong." *** We dozed off in each other's arms. When I woke up she was sleeping on her side facing away from me. I slid close to her back. I found her thigh and lightly slid my hand up from her knee to her ass. She stirred slightly. I took the initiative and pushed her top leg out in front of her, opening her sex. She was still swollen and slick. I found the opening and plunged two fingers in. She groaned. "Gawd," a pump in and out, "what are you doing?" I pulled myself quickly and tightly to her back and whispered in her ear. "I think I'm finger fucking your cunt." Another pump, lingering at the roof of her sex. She twisted around in my arms. We repositioned rapidly. I re-established my hold on her sex and slid down even with her breasts. I bit and then sucked her erect nipple. Her reaction was high pitched and barely controlled. "Oh,oh,oh..." She thrust herself three times in rapid succession on my hand. On the third thrust I dropped a finger out of her sex and stabbed it into her rectum past the second knuckle. “Aaaaahhhhhhh...ahAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Shit! Yes!!!" I pulled up to her mouth. She sucked my tongue ravenously all the while working her sex and ass against my hand. She was near breathless as she humped my hand. I alternated between sucking and biting of her nipples; enjoying the taste as she dewed with fine perspiration across her chest. "Oh...baby...yes...do me...finger fuck me hard...like.... oh motherfucker..." she gulped for air, "finger fuck...me...like..." her smoky voice cracked high, "that..." She was out of control. I pulled my hand out and before she could react grabbed her by the throat and pushed her to her back. She whispered, "Yes," over and over as I spread her legs and positioned myself to take her. I mounted her - awkwardly in the dark - and drew in a deep breath as I felt her heat and slickness engulf me. The sensation was heightened by her deep, frenzied whispers of obscenities. Two thrusts against me then she drew back so far that I was pulled out. I took her hard behind her left knee and rolled her ass and sex up intending to plunge deep into her sex. In the dark, in my frenzy, I missed and hit her anus. There was a moment of resistance, she screamed and went limp then I plunged into her ass. I jerked the pillow out from under her head and pressed her to the mattress by her shoulders. I lowered my belly onto hers and then froze. She coughed several times and was panting hard. I felt her trembling. It was a barely audible hiss, "Kiss me, Scott...please..." I lowered my mouth to hers. At first she took my mouth with the same voraciousness as earlier but then she moaned into my mouth and the kiss turned very tender. I moved to her throat. She arched to give me better access. Her pulse was pounding and she still trembled. I breathed into her ear then kissed her forehead. She was moaning very quietly; we still had not moved. "Oh my god...it burns..." she breathed now in my ear; her breath still quick and ragged, "it burns so much..." I released her shoulders and shifted my weight so that we could hold each other. She took my head in her hands. "It burns. Your cock burns inside my ass..." I dared to take a small thrust in the hot, tight tunnel I was sheathed in. "Oh gaaaawwwwddddd..." her whisper turned feral, "make it burn more...fucking make it burn..." She growled then bit my earlobe. Hard. *** I collapsed afterward, finding it a bit difficult to breathe. She rolled next to me; smoker's hack and panting in between. It felt good; our sweat soaked skins lightly rubbing together. "You ok?" she asked in the darkness. "Uh, I thought I should be the one asking you that. You know, since I like, did the fucking." "Silly boy." In the dark she rolled toward the nightstand. The sound of her Zippo then the flair as it lit her Marlboro then the glow of the butt. "How do you do that?" "What?" "Light your cigarette in the dark." She laughed. "Practice." Practice The last of our friends leave, which leaves us alone in her room and the entire house. I sit nervously next to her on the bed, and drink some of my beer. The only thing I can think about is what happened last night. I'm too embarrassed to bring it up, but she does it for me. "So... about last night," she says, just as nervous as I am. We both suddenly laugh very loud, the tension disappearing. "I can't believe you actually stuck your finger in me like that!" I say. "Right there in front of those guys!" She grins sheepishly. "Well, I was just trying to impress them," she says. "Sorry if I freaked you out." Not wanting to alienate my best friend, I shake my head. "No, no, it just felt really weird and unexpected," I tell her, trying to make her feel better. "It definitely made those senior guys flip out!" She laughs a little. "Yeah..." she says. "I feel like all we really need to do is... practice it some." My heart suddenly begins to beat faster as my nervousness returns. "Well, they really did go for it..." I say slowly, not wanting to commit to anything. She shrugs. "Yeah, we might get to hang out with a ton of senior guys this way," she says. "I haven't done anything like this before, but it's no worse than making out, and we've definitely practiced that." I nod, thinking back on the times she pulled me away from the group and how we made out, nervously at first, but growing more comfortable very quickly. Our make-out sessions got to the point where it wasn't a big deal at all. In fact, one time, I stuck my hand down her panties on a dare, and it was no big deal. She watches me, and she can tell I'm becoming less opposed to the idea. "Well, when did you want to... practice?" I ask. In response, she puts her hand on my tummy. My breathing gets heavier. I watch her hand as she moves it down, sliding underneath my shorts and pushing my panties aside. The angle makes her wrist hurt my leg somewhat. Her hand lingers there for a moment as she looks up at me, but I make no move to stop her. I'm too nervous to do anything. Slowly, her finger enters me, and the weird feeling from last night returns. I can't believe my best friend actually has her finger inside me! It hurts at first, but she gently begins to move her finger back and forth. I can feel myself getting wetter, and I close my eyes. Just as the strangeness fades, a door slams downstairs. We both jump, and she pulls out quickly, leaving an ache inside me. "Oh crap, my parents are back," she whispers. "What if they smell it on me?" Without thinking, I grab her finger and suck it clean like I do to my own fingers after I masturbate. She watches me lick her finger clean, a strange but curious expression in her eyes. We fix our clothes just in time. The next night, she comes over to my house. She is more direct this time. "Ok, so I feel weird that we got interrupted last night," she explains. "I think we should practice some more until we're used to it." With a little of last night's unreality still in my head, I just nod. I sit back on the edge of my bed. Remembering how the angle under my shorts hurt, I slide my shorts off, leaving only my panties. "Just to make it easier," I tell her. She nods, and reaches her hand forward. "Wait," I say, and turn out the light. "Ok, better." Without hesitation, she moves my panties to the side and slides a finger in me once more. "How's that feel?" she asks. "It still feels weird," I tell her. "Nobody's ever really put their fingers in me like that..." She pauses for a second, but then moves closer, keeping her finger inside me. "Well let's make it more familiar," she says. "We should make out while we do it, because we're really comfortable with doing that for the senior guys. How about that? It's just like heavier making out." I nod, but she can't see it in the dark. I just mumble something affirmative. She moves her face close, and I can feel her hot breath on my face. Her soft lips touch mine, dry at first, but quickly growing wet as we slide our tongues into each other's mouths. Her breath mingles with mine, and, as we make out, I recall the time we made out just to see if our breath smelled okay. I relax a little, and she begins to slide her finger in and out of me. The weirdness fades, and I begin to lose myself in making out with her. The added sensation of the finger inside me seems to warm me up, and I get really into it, sliding my hands behind her head and kissing her passionately. She responds by kissing me harder and pumping her finger faster. Before long, something explosive builds in me, and a wave of orgasm passes through me. I break off our kiss, and she waits there in the dark, my pussy contracting hard around her finger for a minute or two. I breathe hard. "I bet the senior guys would go wild for that one," she says. "Yeah," I reply weakly. My phone rings, signaling the end of our practice for the night. The next night, we're back at her house. I'm still a little bit weird about doing this, but last night's pleasure has gotten me into a secret swirl of thoughts in my head. I can't stop playing over the sensations in my mind. This time, as soon as we're alone, I flip off the light and slide my arms around her, kissing her and sticking my tongue in her mouth. "Wait," she says. "What is it?" I ask, worried for a moment. "I think you should try it this time," she says, and I hesitate. Having her finger in me while we make out is one thing, because it's just heavier making out, but doing it to her feels a little... sexual. I'm not attracted to girls that way at all. "Just being fair," she says. "I can't do all the work." "Okay," I breathe, her words making sense. Awkwardly, in the dark, I unzip her shorts and pull them off quickly, trying to be as unsexual as possible. Unsure what to do next, I move my face close to her, and our lips make contact. Our tongues dance, and I breathe in her hot breath, and I slowly feel more comfortable. She taps my elbow lightly with her finger, and I put my hand on her tummy like she did to me two nights ago. She's not wearing any panties! I think, shocked, though I'm not sure why. I hesitate, but another insistent tap from her finger moves me to action. I slide my hand down across her lips, feeling another girl for the first time, and slide my finger into her. The feeling surprises me; she doesn't feel like me at all. My finger penetrates her wet folds, and I explore for a few moments, fascinated but trying not to seem like it. After awhile, she grabs my arm while we make out, and moves it up and down to make my finger thrust in and out of her. She lets go, and I continue the motion. She clings to me while we kiss passionately, and I do my best to keep fingering her – oh my god, I'm fingering my best friend! It's not that big of a deal, I tell myself... we're just making out heavily, practicing for parties to get attention from guys. Soon, she moans a little bit, and forcibly clings to me. Her pussy spasms around my finger, startling me. I realize that that's what I must feel like to her. I never leave my fingers inside myself when I orgasm from masturbating, so I've never felt it. It feels extremely... intimate. I remind myself that it's intimate because it's my best friend. I'm not attracted to girls sexually at all. She breathes heavily after her orgasm, and lies still for a few moments. I just wait, my finger still inside her. I grow a little warm, expecting her to do the same to me next. Instead, she looks at the clock, curses, and says she has to go. She dresses and leaves quickly. The next night, she comes over, apologizing for leaving suddenly last night. "Oh, no big deal," I tell her. "It's just practice. We can do it any time." She smiles, not knowing that I was thinking about how she suddenly left all day. "Yeah, we can," she says. "How about now?" In response, I turn off the lights, grinning. She moves me back to the bed, and starts kissing me while taking off my shorts. She makes a cute noise when she realizes I'm not wearing panties this time, either. We kiss each other hard for a few minutes, and she gets me really warm with her pumping finger. Midway through, she breaks off our kiss but keeps fingering me, leaving me wondering. I'm too horny to care, though, and just focus on the finger sliding in and out of my pussy. A few moments pass like this, when, suddenly, something soft, moist, and amazing slides across my pussy lips. I can't be sure, but I think I orgasm right there. She keeps going; the soft, moist, something penetrating me slightly and sliding up and down my slit. As soon as I realize it's her tongue, I jump and put my hand down there, blocking her. "What are you doing?" I ask, the weird feeling returning. I can't believe that my best friend just... licked my pussy... "Well, I heard the senior guys talking about liking to see this," she says. "Besides, it's exactly the same as making out, just... down further." Honestly, after feeling that amazing little muscle slide into me and the instant orgasm it caused, I would have accepted any reasoning. "Ok," I tell her. "It's best to practice everything I guess." I feel her smile against my thigh, and then she begins fingering me again. Her tongue returns to my pussy lips, sliding up and down while she fingers me. The feeling overwhelms me, and I orgasm a second time. My heart races crazily, and I ask her to stop while I recover. I just lie there, unable to believe that my best friend just licked my pussy, and I liked it. "The senior guys are gonna love this," she tells me, and I just mumble something in agreement. She moves up and kisses me hard, and I taste a tiny bit of myself on her tongue. The taste reminds me of when I masturbate myself, and makes me feel more comfortable. Yeah, it's just making out in a different place. We're just practicing to do it for guys at parties. It's not like we're doing anything sexual. I don't want to do anything sexual with a girl. This is perfectly normal. I smile, comfortable again. For the next several nights, we finger each other and make out during our practice sessions. She licks me a little deeper each time, but I never go past fingering her. After a week, she stops using her fingers and begins using her whole mouth on my pussy, and I orgasm four or five times a night. On the eighth night after she first licked me, she stops me after we've been making out for a few minutes. "Hey, I feel like I'm getting way better than you," she says. "What?" I ask, confused. "Well it's just, you haven't even started to make out with me in different places," she tells me. "Well, true..." I say. "I just... feel a little weird, that's all." "Ok," she responds. "We'll start small. Why don't you try making out with me... here," she says, guiding my hand to her size C breasts, covered by her shirt and bra. I'm not entirely comfortable with going further... "But your clothes are in the way," I tell her. My excuse backfires. She quickly takes off her bra and shirt, both. I can't see her bare upper body in the dark, but something about this feels near the 'line' that I don't want to cross. "Don't worry," she says. "It's just making out, but with my chest. I heard the senior guys love this sort of thing." Hesitant, I do nothing, but she guides my head toward her left breast. She places her hand on my pussy, but doesn't move it until I tentatively lick her nipple. With her finger, she matches the pace I take with my mouth on her breast, slowly coaxing me into a more energetic sucking and licking of her nipple and the curve of her breast. This isn't bad at all, I think. It's just like kissing any part of the skin, like her hand, or cheek, or whatever. Voluntarily, I move my mouth to her right breast, and her finger responds with increased intensity. When I really get into it, she slides a second finger into me; something she learned drives me wild a few days ago. A fiery orgasm bursts through me as I suck on her breasts. Not bad at all, I think. She's right; making out in different places isn't anything to worry about. People kiss each other's hands in foreign countries all the time, or something. It's not like we're doing anything sexual. We're just practicing for parties. Breathing heavy, I want to show her that she doesn't need to worry about getting better than me. I slide down her tummy, and bring my face close to her pussy. She freezes, probably shocked that I'm learning so fast. I try not to breathe in through my nose, but the smell is unavoidable this close. I've smelled it before, during our nightly practice session, but I tried to pretend I didn't. I don't want to do anything sexual with a girl; smelling her like that is dangerously close to that 'line' that I don't want to cross. I'm just not attracted to girls like that. I suddenly remember that she's waiting, breath held, so I move forward, tongue held out, and my tongue touches a girl's pussy lips for the first time. My first reaction is that of relief. It doesn't feel strange at all. It's just soft wet skin, I tell myself. Like when I suck her nipple, it feels like that, but... wetter. I get small bits of taste, but nothing strong enough to really notice. This isn't bad at all; it's definitely just making out in different places. I take one big, long lick of her pussy lips, then slip my finger into her. I bring her to orgasm incredibly fast, and I feel good, knowing that I've caught up with her experience significantly. "You're definitely a fast learner," she admits. "I'll have to try harder!" "You better," I taunt her. "Or I'll pass you soon, and those senior guys will want me more than you!" She laughs. Over the next few nights, I get really competitive, and I really start learning how to use my tongue on her pussy. I find that she really likes deep penetration by my tongue, and consistent licking of her pussy lips, especially near the top of her pussy. Also, the deeper I lick, the more I taste her musky flavor, and the more I get used to it. In fact, I begin to really like it, and that helps me really get into eating her out. After two nights, I can get her off with just my mouth, but I avoid her clit because this is just for show, and I don't want to do anything actually sexual with a girl. I have her take off her clothes so I can suck her breasts, and I take mine off so she can do the same. Between our heavy making out while I finger her, sucking her breasts, and eating her out, I am definitely catching up to her. By the next week, I go so far as to claim that we're even in skill. "Oh yeah?" she says. "Want to prove that?" Curious about the challenge, I nod. She turns off the light. "Then let's have an eat-out competition," she tells me. "First to get the other to orgasm wins." "How do we do that at the same time?" I ask. We take off our clothes, and she lays me back on the bed. We make out for awhile, then she slides down to put her face near my pussy... except she's upside-down. My confusion clears as she moves her legs over me, putting her own pussy just an inch away from my face. "Ready?" she asks, challengingly. "You don't even stand a chance!" I tell her, and take a big, long, lick up her slit. She shivers, and starts licking me. I get my whole mouth into the business, intent on beating her. I penetrate her with my tongue, and then lick around as much as I can. I can really taste her musky wetness, but I'm too intent on winning to care. The musky flavor spurs me on, making me feel like I'm winning, and that makes me love the taste even more. Then, I feel my own orgasm building, and I get desperate. I've brushed her clit several times, but I've still avoided it. I need to win though... so I lick it slightly for the first time, and then wrap my lips around it, and suck on it gently. She goes buck wild, and orgasms at the same time as I do. I leave my tongue in her for a few moments, feeling her pussy contract tightly around it in spasms. Some small voice in the back of my mind tells me that it's crazy that I'm eating my best friend's pussy and loving it, but I know that this is just practice. "Damn, a tie," she says finally. "I guess we'll have to try again tomorrow." "You sure you want to? You know I'll win," I tell her. "As if!" she says. The next night, we sixty-nine again, and then we do it again the night after that. Pretty soon, I look forward to the end of every day, so that I can challenge her again. I'm glad I have my best friend, because I don't really want to do anything sexual with a girl and she understands it's just practice for show. We eat each other out, finger each other, suck each other's breasts, make out passionately, and orgasm five or six times a night during our hours-long practice sessions. I become intimately familiar with her pussy; its taste, and smell. I even start to fantasize about getting her naked, pulling her close to me, and eating her out, because it means another chance to practice for those senior guys. Funny thing is, we're practicing so much, we never actually get around to going to those parties... Practice Authors note. This is a story based on Chuck and takes place during Season 4. * "Exc... excuse me." Ellie stammered, convinced she must have been more drunk than she thought because she couldn't possibly have heard her brother's girlfriend right. "I said, get on the bed and bend over." Sarah said like this wasn't something completely out of the ordinary, the blonde then stepping forward moments later to comfort her friend, "You wanted my help right? With Devon's little... request?" "Well yes but I was expecting... I don't know, some advice or something." Ellie said. "And I told you, there's nothing I could say that you can't find on the Internet, and no words could really prepare you for the feeling of taking a big hard cock up your ass." Sarah said, "Which is why the best way I can help is to, well... show you what to do." Ellie's eyes almost popped out of her head, "Oh, erm, I, thanks but I'm not gay." "Neither am I, and that's not what I was suggesting." Sarah said, quickly cutting Ellie off before she got the wrong idea, or more accurately the right idea, "I'm not suggesting we have anal sex, just that I show you how to properly loosen up your ass hole. Because trust me, no matter how much instructions you give them even the nicest of guys will awkwardly shove a couple of fingers up your ass, and then their cocks, and you'll probably hate it, but let him do it now and then when you really want something. But, if you let someone who knows what they're doing take their time to gently stretch your ass hole out it can be one of the most pleasurable experiences you'll ever have. And trust me, if you let me help you practice for a couple of days by the time you're bending over for Devon your ass hole will crave the feeling of getting fucked. You'll be a total anal whore, ready to fulfil everyone of your husband's desires." It may have been the three glasses of wine Ellie had consumed to work up the courage to ask the blonde's advice about anal sex but Sarah seemed to be making a lot of sense. Ellie was still a little worried though, "O, ok... what... what exactly would you do? To help me practice I mean." "Oh, just use my fingers, and maybe a small dildo, to stretch you out back there. Get you used to the feeling of something sliding in and out of your ass hole. Show you it isn't as scary as you might think." Sarah said, a little smile crossing her face, "Hopefully show you why I love anal so much... show you how good it can feel to have something inside your ass... moving in and out... fucking your little ass hole." Ellie blushed and silently thought this over. It was crazy she was even considering something like this, but if Ellie was going to try anal sex it seemed to make a lot of sense for her to dip her toe in the water so to speak. This way she could feel what it was like to have something invading her ass hole without getting Devon's hopes up, and she would be in the hands of someone who had taken it in the ass before as opposed to someone who'd only dreamt about anal sex. So Ellie pretty much made up her mind, but she was still nervous about it so buying herself a little time to calm her nerves she asked, "Have you done this before?" Sarah smiled, "Maybe once or twice." "Ok... ok, ok let's... practice." Ellie said, very slowly getting on all fours on the bed. For a moment Sarah lost control of herself, a look of lust crossing her face as Ellie presented the spy with her ass. Luckily Sarah was able to come to her senses before Ellie could turn to catch her staring or licking her lips, which only happened briefly, Sarah able to keep herself in check as she quickly retrieved a bottle of lube and then got on the bed behind Ellie. When she slowly, carefully pulled down Ellie's pants and panties revealing the other woman's ass Sarah lost control again, this time Sarah reaching out and grabbing two handfuls of Ellie's perfect butt before gently caressing the prize in front of her. "You have a beautiful ass Ellie." Sarah said softly, squeezing the round but firm cheeks of Ellie's butt. "Thanks." Ellie blushed, not sure what to make of Sarah's actions. "Devon is a lucky man." Sarah said, able to stop herself saying anything further as she pulled apart Ellie's butt cheeks and lustfully studied the other woman's ass hole for a few seconds. Oh how Sarah would have loved to lick that puckered hole, or slide her mouth and tongue all over those beautiful cheeks, or even go after Ellie's pussy which looked encouragingly wet. But one thing at a time. "You're going to have to relax, ok?" Sarah said, as she let go of Ellie's cheeks and quickly applied a generous amount of lube to the fingers of her right hand. Once there was plenty of lube on her fingers Sarah used her left hand to gently spread Ellie's left ass cheek, the blonde giving herself as much room as possible to get at the brunette's ass hole. Ellie gasped as she felt a wet finger gently touching her virgin rosebud and immediately tensed up. Luckily Sarah didn't try to force her way into Ellie's butt. Instead the blonde just gently rubbed some lube onto the brunette's back hole, Ellie finding the soft caressing of her butt hole oddly comforting, the touch slowly coaxing her to relax. Of course that was Sarah's plan, the spy waiting until she was convinced her friend couldn't be more relaxed before firmly sliding a finger into Ellie's back door. "Ah!" Ellie cried out, more in surprise at the suddenness than actual pain. In fact there wasn't that much pain at all. It wasn't the greatest feeling ever, but it wasn't unpleasant. And for the most part that was how it continued. Even when Sarah added a second, then a third, then finally much later a fourth finger the experience was far from what Ellie had expected. Then she moaned. She couldn't believe it, but it actually started feeling good. Really good. It took a while for Sarah to get a moan out of Ellie, but it was totally worth it. That little sound meant Ellie was Sarah's. She might not know it yet, but she would very, very soon. Of course getting that moan had been a lot of fun as Sarah had loved every second of slowly stretching out Ellie's shit hole. She had adored fingering her friend's ass, only adding additional fingers when she was absolutely sure the other woman was ready, working then gently to further open the brunette's butt hole, gently caressing the soft yet tight walls of Ellie's rectum. It was marvelling at the tightness of the other woman's back passage which was Sarah's favourite. This was partly because it proved to Sarah she really was doing Ellie a favour by stretching out this tight little hole, but in truth Sarah just liked the way Ellie's butt felt clamping down on her fingers. It made her horny, made her want to give this cute little virgin ass a real stretching. "Ellie... I've stretched your ass hole as wide as I can with just my fingers. I could fist you, but I think what we really need now is depth. So I'm going to get a nice long dildo so I can stretch the deepest part of your ass, make sure it's nice and ready for your husband's big cock. Are you ok with that?" Sarah smiled as Ellie moaned a enthusiastic response. Deciding to push her luck Sarah added, "Good, I'll go get one of my toys... in the meantime, you don't have too, but it might help if you fingered your ass hole. That way your ass hole stays nice and loose." Following another positive moan from the brunette Sarah removed her fingers from Ellie's ass, a smile crossing the blonde's face as she watched as one of Ellie's hands immediately shot to her backside and inserted two fingers into her already loosened butt hole. Sarah watched Ellie shamelessly finger her own ass hole for a few moments before quickly yet quietly sneaking over to her toy draw, opening it up and retrieving her favourite type of toy, namely a strap-on. It was extremely tempting for Sarah to pick one of the bigger models, but for her boyfriend's sister she chose a nice 8 inch model, expertly strapping it around her waist after removing her pants and panties, and then moving back onto the bed so that she was kneeling behind Ellie again without making a sound loud enough to disturb the moaning brunette. By now Ellie had three fingers in both her pussy and ass and was using the palm of one of her hands to rub her clit. From the way Ellie was moaning Sarah guest it wouldn't be long before her friend came. Sarah could let that happen, put her strap-on away, hand Ellie a vibrator and leave her to it, or something like that, but Sarah just couldn't resist. She had resisted going after Ellie for so long, too long, and now Sarah was going to make Ellie hers. Grabbing hold of Ellie's hands Sarah used enough pressure to stop their movement without hurting her friend. There was a whimper of disappointment from Ellie before Sarah quickly said, "Ellie, I thought you wanted to practise for Devon. Make sure you're ready to take his big cock up your ass." "I do." Ellie whimpered. "Then stop trying to make yourself cum like a little slut." Sarah said deliberately firmly before then just as deliberately softening her tone, "Trust me, I'll let you cum soon enough, if that's what you want, but we need to get this big cock of mine inside your ass while it's still nice and loose and ready to be fucked. But it's up to you. In a second I'm going to let go of your hand. You can make yourself cum if you want and we can call it a day, maybe try again tomorrow if you want. Or you can spread your ass cheeks for me. Make it easier for me to get my big cock in your tight little ass. You choose." Letting go Sarah watched with bated breath for a few seconds, and then smiled widely as she watched Ellie slowly reach back and spread her ass cheeks, submitting to the butt fucking Sarah so wanted to give her. Sarah took longer than necessary lubing up her dildo, admiring the sight of Ellie offering up her ass hole to be fucked. It was a beautiful sight, one which Sarah wanted to commit to memory, something she would treasure forever. Then Sarah did something else that she would treasure forever, that being taking Ellie's anal virginity. Sarah took Ellie's anal cherry slowly, placing the head of the dick against her friend's previously unviolated butt hole and then gently increasing the pressure so that the tight ring of flesh was slowly forced open until the first few inches of strap-on cock slid deep inside Ellie's virgin ass. Ellie let go of her butt cheeks and cried out in pain, but it wasn't as bad as she feared, and for that she was very grateful to Sarah, who unnecessarily apologised, "I'm sorry. It always hurts at first, but trust me, you'll be begging for more in no time." Those last words made Ellie blush because she didn't doubt them. Before tonight she hadn't even dared to touch her ass hole, but Sarah's fingers, and then her own, had felt so good inside her butt, and she was so horny from the initial anal play that what Ellie had imagined being unbearable pain with Devon was very much bearable and faded quickly. It wasn't even that bad when Sarah began pushing a few more inches into Ellie's rectum, and then when Sarah started slowly pushing those few inches in and out, beginning to butt fuck Ellie, the brunette doctor moaned in pleasure. The pleasure seemed to increase with every thrust, Ellie barely even noticing any pain as Sarah gently pushed more and more of the strap-on into the brunette's bowels until Ellie felt the blonde's hips smacking into her butt cheeks. This shocked Ellie a little at first because she had been so distracted that she hadn't realised that Sarah had strapped on a dildo. Ellie thought Sarah was just going to get a small hand held dildo, but this made sense. After all Sarah was trying to prepare her for anal sex with her husband. That was what Sarah was still doing, right? So using a large strap-on dildo would obviously better help prepare Ellie for that. Obviously. It wasn't like Sarah wanted to butt fuck her or anything. And the idea of Sarah being the one to give Ellie her first butt fucking wasn't an incredible turn on or anything. Sure, Sarah Walker was the most beautiful woman Ellie had ever met, and Ellie had thought about being with the blonde, about kissing her, sliding her hands all over her body, and using her tongue to... but Sarah was her brother's girlfriend. Nothing ever could or would happen between them. Luckily this was just practice so it didn't count. And because it didn't count Ellie was free to become lost in the feeling of that dildo sliding in and out of her ass hole, giving her powerful sensations of pleasure she had never felt before tonight... sensations she wanted more of. She... she wanted more. Realising Sarah had officially been proven right and that it was a matter of time before she begged for more Ellie decided to make it sooner rather than later so that she could get more of that wonderful pleasure, the young doctor softly moaning, "More." "I'm sorry, what was that?" Sarah teased. "More! I want more. Please give me more." Ellie begged. "And by more... you mean?" Sarah smiled, deciding to push her luck. "I... I..." Ellie blushed. With her mind racing Ellie quickly realised this made sense too. She was practising to have anal sex with her husband, therefore she had to play the part. Besides, she knew what he liked to hear. So gathering up her courage Ellie softly moaned, "Please... fuck me! Fuck my ass! Please Sarah, fuck my tight little ass hard!" Sarah was briefly taken aback by just how verbal Ellie was. Then deciding to push her luck even more Sarah asked, "Is that what you want? For me to fuck your tight little ass hard?" "Yes Sarah, please fuck my tight little ass hard! Oh God, fuck it as hard as you can! Oh it feels so good, mmmmmmmm, fuck me hard!" Ellie begged, and then realising may be Sarah wanted specific words added, "I'm begging you, give me more. You were right. Mmmmmm, you were so right. This feels amazing when done right, and you do it so right, mmmmmmm, so fucking right. Oooooh, so fucking good. Ohhhhh fuck me, please Sarah, fuck my tight little ass. I need it. I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum. Please, I'll do anything." There was a pause, and then Sarah laid down so her breasts were pressing into Ellie's back and her lips were next to her ear, the spy then softly asking, "Tell me, is it Devon who gets off on the dirty talk, or you?" Ellie blushed and stammered, "I, I do it for him." "That's not what I asked." Sarah said. Again Ellie blushed, and then after a pause admitted, "We both do." "But you a little more than him, huh?" Sarah pushed, smiling when Ellie gently nodded her head, "Would you like me to talk dirty to you? Call you a slut? Treat you like a filthy little anal whore I found on the streets?" "I want you to make me cum." Ellie whimpered, and then after a beat added, "Please, I'll do anything." "Then answer my questions." Sarah pushed. Again Ellie whimpered, then blushed, then admitted, "Yes. Yes, please talk dirty to me. I love it. Mmmmmm, I love being called a slut, a tramp, a whore, ohhhhhh, and I love being treated like one." "That's what I thought." Sarah said, leaning in even closer to Ellie's ear, "Now, here's the deal. In a moment I'm going to start fucking your tight little ass hard until I make you cum harder than you've ever cum before. Then I'm going to keep ass fucking you, making you cum over and over again until you get me to stop or pass out. But first I want you to promise me something..." "Anything!" Ellie quickly interrupted. Sarah smiled, then continued, "Don't go running to your husband the moment we're done. You let him ass fuck you now you'll both enjoy it, but you probably won't cum. But if you give me the rest of the week to properly train you it will be the best sexual experience of your lives. I promise. All you need is a week of practice with me and you'll be such an anal whore you won't be able to go a day without a serious butt fucking." The next few seconds seemed like an eternity in Ellie's mind as she struggled not to just say yes and really think about what Sarah was suggesting. When Sarah had suggested a week of practice before letting Devon fuck her back there it had seemed like a reasonable timeframe. Now Ellie was sure she had all the practice she really needed, and while Ellie could just about convince herself that another woman fingering her ass or sliding a dildo in and out of her ass wasn't technically anal sex... although now she actually thought it through it was really silly, another woman slamming a strap-on in and out of her ass until she came definitely seemed like anal sex. Lesbian anal sex. Which meant even by agreeing to continue she was knowingly cheating on her husband, and now she was on the verge of agreeing to cheat on him for an entire week. But how could she possibly say no to a week of this amazing pleasure? Ellie opened her mouth, and despite feeling like she should be saying no or at least being hesitant she instead said, "Deal. We can practice for the whole week. Maybe longer, if you think it's necessary. Just please, fuck me." Sarah smiled, straightened herself up, grabbed on tightly to Ellie's hips and began increasing the speed of the sodomy. The whole time they had been talking Sarah had been lazily pumping Ellie's pooper, not fucking the other woman's butt as hard as she had been before the conversation so Ellie would concentrate on her words. Now Sarah wanted Ellie to concentrate on the pleasure she was giving her, which proved to be an extremely easy task. All of the slow butt fucking had loosened Ellie's rectum to the point that the brunette was so ready for a hard ass pounding that no matter how quick or hard the thrusts became Ellie continued mindlessly begging, "Yes, more, give it to me, mmmmmmm, oh, make me an anal whore. Oh God Sarah fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! OH FUCK! FUCK MY ASS! OHHHHHH SARAH!" Hearing Ellie screaming her name like that and fucking her perfect bubble butt was literally a dream come true for the woman who called herself Sarah Walker. She loved Chuck more than anyone or anything, but she had a passion... a need to fuck other women. Luckily for Sarah hearing about her lesbian exploits was a huge turn on for Chuck, who loved her enough to let her fool around with women, and he even 'suffered' through the occasional wild threesome. But she couldn't expect him to be ok with her desire to fuck his sister, so Sarah kept it to herself. Unfortunately that meant Ellie became forbidden fruit. Sarah had tried so hard to resist, and really she deserved credit for lasting as long as she did, but when Ellie had dropped this opportunity in Sarah's lap the blonde spy could no longer resist. Part of Sarah had been hoping she could fuck Ellie once and get it out of her system, but deep down Sarah knew that was a long shot. The more time she had spent with Ellie the more Sarah had grown to like her in every conceivable way, and now she was literally slamming Ellie's beautiful butt Sarah knew not even a week would be enough. She had to make Ellie hers. She would make Ellie hers. By now Ellie's cries had become completely incoherent, but the other woman was clearly enjoying herself. If her squeals of pleasure didn't prove that then the fact that she was shamelessly slamming her own butt back against the bowel busting thrusts certainly did. Believing Ellie was too distracted to be able to hear her, or even understand her, Sarah said softly, "Your ass is mine Ellie. Until you give your ass to Devon it's mine. Your ass belongs to me. I own it." Sarah had hoped her words would sink into Ellie's subconscious, make the other woman want to be with her, and if Sarah was honest partly to fuel her own ego. What Sarah wasn't expecting was for Ellie to then scream out, "YES! OHHHHH YEEEESSSSSSS! OH IT'S YOURS SARAH! MY ASS IS ALL YOURS! MMMMMMMM OH, IT BELONGS TO YOU! MY ASS BELONGS TO YOU! YOU OWN MY ASS! IT'S YOURS!" Practice Sarah was so surprised the rational thinking part of her brain completely shut down and she began hammering Ellie's ass a lot harder than she should ever fuck a previously virgin ass. But Sarah couldn't stop herself. Just like she couldn't stop herself loudly asking, "What does that make you? If your ass is mine what does that make you?" "YOUR ANAL WHORE? YOUR ANAL SLUT? YOUR SLUTTY ANAL WHORE?" Ellie offered. "No, it makes you my bitch!" Sarah growled as she brutally fucked Ellie's butt, "Until you give your ass to Devon you're my bitch!" "OH GOOOOOOOGGGG YEEEESSSSS! I'M YOUR BITCH!" Ellie squealed with joy, "I'M YOUR BITCH SARAH! MMMMMMMM, YOU OWN MY ASS AND THAT MAKES ME YOUR BITCH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK, I'M GOING TO BE SUCH A GOOOOOODDDDDDD BITCH FOR YOU SARAH! I MMMMMMMMM, I OHHHHHHH, I'LL BEND OVER WHENEVER YOU THINK WE NEED TO OOOOOOH PRACTICE. I'LL BEND OVER SO YOU CAN FUCK THE ASS YOU NOW OWN. I'LL... I'LL OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH SAAAAARRRRRAAAAAHHHH! YOUR BITCH IS GOING TO... YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR BITCH CUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!" For a brief moment Ellie thought she came so hard she had pissed herself, but quickly realised she had squirted. Ellie had never done that before but now she just couldn't seem to stop, amazing orgasm after amazing orgasm making her explode like a volcano as her mind turned to mush. Soon Ellie was beyond thinking, her entire world revolving around the ecstasy echoing through her body as a result of that dildo slamming in and out of her ass hole. The rest of the world melted away for Sarah too, her world mainly focusing on the pleasure she was receiving from the stimulator inside the strap-on bashing against her clit and the incredible mental stimulation of fucking the beautiful bubble butt of a woman who had been forbidden fruit for her for so long. However Sarah was also concentrating on the feeling and sound of her hips smacking into Ellie's nicely rounded ass cheeks and the sight of her cock brutally pounding in and out of the other woman's butt hole. But most importantly Sarah paid close attention to Ellie herself, waiting for the brunette to either beg her to stop or to pass out. Either seemed like a logical possibility but Ellie couldn't seem to get enough of the now extremely rough lesbian anal sex, screaming hysterically with what Sarah was sure was joy until her voice faded and she slumped face down on the bed. Sarah immediately stopped, waited a moment and then started to pull out, only to hear Ellie softly moan, "No... more... please Sarah, fuck my ass. Fuck your bitch's ass." Sarah bit her lip. She should stop. Ellie's ass was going to be incredibly sore as it was and further ass fucking would only make that worse. But that feeling was something Sarah had grown to love as it reminded her of the naughty things she had done, and the idea of Ellie's ass feeling sore, maybe so much so the other woman couldn't even sit down, was an incredible turn on. Add that Sarah was so close to another orgasm and the blonde just couldn't resist beginning to gently pump Ellie's pooper again, quickly building up speed until she was again brutalising the brunette's butt hard and deep. Ellie whimpered in pleasure at first, then grew silent as Sarah squeezed a couple more orgasms out of them both thanks to another passionate round of girl on girl butt fucking. Then Sarah repeated her earlier process of stopping and slowly pulling out. Ellie didn't utter a sound even when the head of the dildo was pulled from her ass hole with a gentle pop, leaving the so recently virgin hole stretched open wide. Licking her lips Sarah spread Ellie's ass cheeks and studied the other woman's stretched out shit hole, the spy becoming lost in staring at that little crater until she heard Ellie stir, and then softly moan, "Sarah, what are you doing?" "Just admiring how sexy your freshly fucked ass hole looks." Sarah said, still lustfully staring deep into Ellie's bowels. "Oh." Ellie blushed. "Don't be embarrassed. I love it. I love walking around with a gaping butt hole. It makes me feel like such a dirty little anal whore." Sarah confessed before smiling softly, "Is that how it makes you feel?" The answer was yes, but Sarah was left to correctly guess the right answer as Ellie buried her face in the covers as she whimpered softly in shame. Dropping the subject Sarah let go of Ellie's ass cheeks, and lay down in front of the brunette doctor, "Do you want to know what else makes me feel like a dirty little anal whore?" "What?" Ellie asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer or not. "Ass to mouth." Sarah said, her eyes dancing back and forth between her strap-on and Ellie's lips, making it clear what she was suggesting. When Ellie gave her a look of disgust Sarah quickly added, "It's not for everyone, but like anal it's not as bad as some people might think. And if someone was practising for her husband, she might want to try it during practice as opposed to the actual thing. See if it turns her on as much as getting fucked up the ass." There was a long pause and then Ellie hesitantly lent forward, closed her eyes tight and quickly opened her mouth to swallow the head of the cock. Ellie automatically scrunched up her face in disgust, but the flavour wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be. Relieved Ellie began to gently suck on the head of the dildo, her eyes flickering open so she could look up at Sarah. The look of lust Ellie saw in Sarah's eyes was an incredible turn on which pushed Ellie to work harder, the young doctor bobbing her head up and down on the big dick which had just been in the deepest part of her ass. This turned Sarah on even more, the blonde gently beginning to stroke Ellie's hair and moan, "Yes, that's it. Clean my cock. Clean it of all your slutty little ass juice you dirty little anal whore. Suck it. Mmmmmm, yeah, suck my fucking cock you dirty little cock sucker. Oh yes, that's a good cock sucker. That's a good bitch." Encouraged by Sarah's words Ellie sucked on the cock even harder, both women thinking how much they were looking forward to the next time that they got to... practice. Practice Will paced back and forth in his dressing room as he recited the lines over and over to himself. Tomorrow was the first day of shooting; the first day he had to make a whole audience of people believe he was gay. It's not that he had anything against gays, or that he felt like he was above them, but he had a sort of disconnect, and wondered if this role was beyond his talents. He sat down at his table, in front of the mirror, and stared at his very blond hair. It was quite a different look for him, and he wasn't entirely sure it suited him. "Would you relax?" Sam said, staring at Will's reflection from the couch behind him where he'd been going over lines. Will had forgotten completely that Sam was even in the room with him. Sam had that soothing, relaxing presence that often made you feel better, but also made him blend in to his surroundings. "I can't," Will confessed, letting out a breath. "I'm nervous. There is no way I'm going to sleep tonight." "What are you nervous about?" Sam asked. There was a teasing lilt to his voice, playful instead of mocking. "You did great in read-throughs. This is just like any other set you've ever been on." Will watched Sam's reflection in the mirror. Sam was a little bulkier, and definitely darker in complexion than himself, but handsome, none-the-less. While Will had shifted between relationships with women, Sam had been married to his wife for years, and happily so if photographs of the two together were anything to be believed. They had children, and the love they showed in those pictures was almost palpable. "Have you ever played a homosexual before?" Will asked suddenly, turning to face his friend. Instead of answering, Sam lifted a brow, and his thick, pouty lips quirked in a little smirk. "Is that what has you worried?" he asked. "No," Will said suddenly, feeling foolish. "...well, yes. Maybe. It's not that playing a homosexual makes me uncomfortable, I just... I don't want it to come off as a straight man playing a homosexual." "First," Sam began, still wearing the amused expression on his face. "Stop saying the word 'homosexual.'" He laughed quietly and stood, taking the few steps that closed the distance between them. He placed his hand on Will's shoulder and met his gaze. "Second, I know something that might help. Mind if I come to your hotel room later? Trust me; this'll work, if you're up for it." * * * "Wine is your 'something that might help'?" Will asked as he opened his hotel room door for Sam, who was holding two bottles of some expensive looking red, and stepped aside to let him in. "No," Sam said, with a grin. It made him look like a little boy who had been caught sneaking candy before dinner, and wasn't sorry in the slightest. "But it'll help, too." "So, what did you bring?" Will asked, moving to close the door once his friend was inside. But as he pushed the door toward the latch, he felt something keeping the door from closing all the way. Wrenching the door open again, he saw one of their other co-stars standing there, hand on the door, also grinning, but his grin was more charming than guilty. "Alexis?" Will spluttered, confused and a little taken aback. Alexis wasn't even in any of the on-location scenes, and shouldn't have been here already. "What are you doing here?" Will opened the door for Alexis, and the tall, lanky actor stepped in. His gait was confident, but not over bearing. He had a softness to him that was different than any other cocky actor he'd ever met. And though Alexis was indeed confident, he was far from cocky. "I came here with Sam," he said. "We decided to stick close together through the entire shoot, so that we could bond and all. We wanted to make our relationship seem believable." Sam had helped himself to three glasses from Will's kitchenette, and was pouring each glass full of wine. "Alexis is my secret weapon," Sam said, giving the other brunette a wink. "Uh... what?" Will asked, closing the door sluggishly as his brain tried to process what Sam was implying. Alexis let out a little sigh, and slid his arms around Will's shoulders, giving him a friendly squeeze. "Sam and I have been experimenting," he explained in a cool, reassuring way. "Sam wanted to know how his character felt, since he was so uncomfortable having sex with another man. The character is very repressed." "Experimenting?" Will asked. He understood what that meant, of course, but how? He had so many questions. "But your wife..." "...understands the creative process," Sam said. As Alexis guided Will to sit on the couch beside Sam, then flanked his other side, Sam held out a glass of wine to him. Once Will took the glass, he handed another to Alexis, who took a sip. "We have an understanding. We're not very public about it, but we have a little bit of an open marriage. And I've already discussed this with her." "He means he got permission," Alexis added slyly. "Shush you," Sam said, grinning. He took a long drink from his glass, and watched Will carefully. Will stared down at his untouched wine, and thought. Sam and Alexis were making out, at the very least, if not more, and Sam had brought Alexis here to, what, make out with him? Or, maybe they just wanted to talk? "I'm confused," he said quietly, without looking up. "You got permission from your wife to sleep with Alexis?" When Sam spoke again, his voice was patient. "Yes," he said simply. "And you, if that's what you want." "Me?!" Will said, looking up suddenly. Alexis chuckled quietly beside him, but it was Sam's face that he was focusing on. "Sure," Sam said, offering a small smile that held nothing of the tease from before. "We thought we could both help you, if you wanted. Alexis's the only guy I've ever slept with. I'm still kind of new." He had the sense to look a little sheepish. "I thought it would be better if he was here. He's a bit more experienced." Will knew Alexis was gay and out, and it hadn't bothered him at all before. Now that he knew there was a chance Alexis could see him naked, he found he was a little bothered, but not in a strictly bad way. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and he felt he had goose bumps all over his arms. Neither of the other men seemed to notice, but Will felt a stirring low in his belly. Will's character wasn't romantically involved with either Sam's, or Alexis's characters, but if he were being honest with himself, he knew he'd always been curious what it was like to kiss another man. "I... I..." he began nervously. Alexis sat his glass down and slid his hand across Will's shoulder. The gesture felt more than platonic. "We don't have to do this," he said softly. Something about his voice was so soothing, and as Will turned to face Alexis, he felt suddenly caught up in his cornflower-blue gaze. "Sam and I can leave here, and pretend like this never happened." Will found he didn't really want that. He decided he'd never let his nerves stop him from doing anything before, he wasn't about to now. "How do we start?" he asked, hating how shy his voice sounded. Alexis smiled, and his hand lifted to cup Will's jaw. He leaned in, smelling of the beach, and caught Will's lips in a soft, tender kiss. His lips tasted of wine, and felt a little stronger than a woman's, but still just as soft. Will felt his body react, and he arched a little forward to meet the kiss. Somewhere behind him, he heard Sam set his own glass down, before Sam's strong hands slid along his shoulders, almost in a massage. Will broke the kiss with Alexis, and turned his attention back to Sam, who quickly took up where Alexis had left off. Sam's lips were fuller, and felt so warm and wet against his own. Alexis slipped his fingers beneath Will's shirt, touching his bare flesh, and the shiver that Alexis's touch produced made Will moan involuntarily. As the moan forced his mouth a little wider, Sam's tongue snaked between his lips, tangling with Will's. The taste of Sam's wine flavored tongue made him forget any hesitations he'd had before, and he let himself be swept away. This continued on for a few more moments, Will taking turns between the two men, kissing and being kissed, his shirt lifting a little higher each time. At some point, he'd lost his wine glass, but he couldn't remember putting it down. As he returned to Alexis' mouth, Alexis whose kisses he seemed to enjoy a little better than Sam's, though Sam's hands, a little rough from his time up at his farm, felt infinitesimally better against his skin, he felt Sam's lips against his neck, and Sam's teeth scrape against his skin. This contact sent an ache down from that spot, straight to his cock, and he moaned again. "He's wearing too much clothing," Sam complained gruffly, as his hands slid up from Will's belly, beneath his shirt, to brush over his nipples. Alexis broke the kiss, and brushed his nose against Will's, but spoke to Sam. "You're always so impatient," he chided. "Come on, Will, on your feet. If we don't appease him, well... he's torn three pairs of my favorite underwear so far." Will felt like he was in a daze, and as the other two stood, and pulled him up with them, he could do little but move where they guided. "In my defense, they were very flimsy underwear," he heard Sam say. The two continued to throw little teases at each other back and forth, but Will didn't hear them. Alexis had removed his own shirt, and had begun pulling Will's shirt up as well. Will moved where he was expected to, but he was distracted by the sculpted muscles of Alexis's abs and chest. He'd never been so turned on by the sight of another man before. Sam was also shirtless by now, and pressed his chest against Will's back. Sam was a little hairier than the other two, and it was an odd sensation to feel the hair against his smooth skin. Odd, but delightful. There would be no mistaking Sam for a female when he dreamed of this later. He was all man. As Sam's hands moved back to Will's stomach and chest, his lips returned to his neck. Will leaned his head back, letting out a little huff of air as Sam's lips tasted his shoulder and shoulder blade. Alexis kept himself busy by working open the fly of Will's jeans, and pushing them down off his hips, leaving his underwear intact. He'd removed his own jeans, but he'd worn no underwear, and was completely nude. When he stepped forward, his cock rubbed the front of Will's boxer briefs, and the tingle he felt made his cock twitch. He could feel Sam's growing erection press against his backside, even separated as it was by Sam's jeans. He lifted his head, and stared down at Alexis' cock, as Alexis slid his hands forward over Will's hips and down over his ass. "I've always wanted to touch this ass," Alexis whispered against Will's ear, just before he took the lobe between his teeth and nibbled. He felt Alexis' hands move, dip past the waistband of his underwear and slide beneath, both palms cupping his ass, alternating between squeezing and pulling the cheeks apart. He heard Alexis moan against his ear, and found that he'd reached out without really realizing it, and gripped Alexis's naked cock. Alexis' cock felt so hot against his palm, long and firm, and he slowly rubbed his thumb over the tip like he liked to do when he was stroking himself. "That's it. That's it, Will," he heard Alexis whisper. Meanwhile, Sam's presence against his back was suddenly gone, and a moment later he felt another set of hands pulling at his underwear. He glanced down again, and saw Sam on his knees in front of the pair, working Will's underwear down. He'd stripped, and Will followed the thick trail of hair that led down to Sam's fat cock. He bit his lip as the hard flesh bounced slightly with movement. He was about to ask if he could touch it, too, when Sam's hands suddenly shifted from his underwear, that fell down the rest of the way on their own, to his cock. He stroked Will once, twice, then took the head of Will's cock into his mouth. "Oh," Will moaned, as he watched his dick disappear between his friend's lips. It was such a lewd, erotic sight, and he couldn't help the shudder that rolled down his spine. "He's getting quite good at that," Alexis whispered against his ear. "Are you doing all right?" Will nodded, barely able to tear himself from watching Sam to meet Alexis's gaze. Involuntarily, he rocked his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into Sam's mouth. Sam responded by moaning, which caused his lips to vibrate around Will's flesh in such a delicious way. Will moaned too, and Alexis slipped away to return to the couch. "Come sit in my lap," Alexis beckoned, and Sam leaned back a little to allow Will to move. Gingerly, he sat down in Alexis' lap, and Alexis arranged him so that his cock rested firmly between Will's cheeks. He pulled Will back against him and took Will's cock into his hand. Alexis stroked him a few times before guiding him back into Sam's mouth. Will felt the thickness of Alexis' cock against his tight hole, and it added to the pleasure somehow. He leaned his head back against the couch and moved himself, sliding along Alexis's dick and pushing himself into Sam's mouth. As Sam began to bob his head in earnest, slurping at his friend's dick, Alexis' hands moved over Will's body, pinching his nipples and cupping his balls. His lips moved over Will's neck and shoulder, and he groaned against Will's skin as the smaller man continued to rock himself against his aching cock. Will was overwhelmed with sensation, and found himself moving on instinct. He had no idea he was mimicking what it was like to ride Alexis' dick, he only knew it felt amazing to feel that hard flesh slide over and over against such an intimate part of him. Alexis' sounds were intoxicating, and Sam's mouth was absolute heaven. "Remember, breathe through your nose," he heard Alexis say, and the next instant he felt Sam's lips around the very base of his cock, and felt himself twitch against the back of Sam's throat. "Oh, fuck," Will swore, his eyes flying open to see Sam swallow his dick. Sam bobbed his head swiftly without ever pulling back too far, and Will felt his balls tighten against Alexis' fingers. His vision grew hazy as he threw his head back and came in one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had. A second later, barely understanding what was happening, Alexis shuddered beneath him, and Will felt hot, sticky wetness between his cheeks. * * * Slowly, consciousness came back and Will stretched lazily. He was in his bed, but he couldn't remember exactly how he'd gotten there. He was naked, covered by his comforter, and he felt a little damp as if he'd taken a shower and not dried off very well. He thought he heard a little bit of a moan, but in his sleepiness he was sure that it was just a memory. Then, it all came flooding back. He remembered everything, from the way Sam's mouth felt around him, to the sounds of Alexis moaning as he came against his ass. Vaguely, he remembered both men cleaning him up, and helping him lay down, as sleep overtook him. He grinned with the memory, and for a moment, he was happy to lie there, basking in it. Then he heard another moan. Shifting, he sat up in the bed. It was dark out, and he could hear the sounds of the beach lapping at the water outside. But there was a dim light on in the living room, and the sounds were coming from there. He got up, feeling himself half-hard from his memories, and stepped around the corner. "Damn," he said, as his eyes took in the scene. Sam and Alexis had apparently helped themselves to more wine, and instead of turning on the lights, they'd lit a few candles from the dining room. They were on the couch now, Alexis bent over the arm of the couch as Sam knelt behind him, shoving his fat dick over and over into Alexis' stretched hole. The moans were coming from Alexis, and he didn't seem to notice as Will moved closer to them. "Oh god, oh god, oh, oh fuck yeah," Alexis moaned, shoving back against Sam with each thrust. Sam did notice Will, but didn't bother stopping as Will drifted nearer. Without a word, Sam leaned down and caught Will's lips in a hungry kiss, without ceasing the movement of his hips. Will returned the kiss, moaning into Sam's mouth as his hand slid out over Alexis' ass and gave it a bold little slap. He heard Alexis gasp and as he broke away from Sam's lips, he met Alexis' gaze as he twisted his head to look back at Will. Will spanked him again, and Alexis visibly shivered, letting out a slutty little moan. "Do you want to fuck him?" Sam asked as he slowly pulled himself out of Alexis's ass. The sight of Alexis' hole, gaping wide after the thickness of Sam's cock, was something out a porno. He found himself drawn to it, and grasped his own cock as he slid two fingers into that seemingly bottomless pit. As he stroked his fingers in and out, his cock fully hardened, and he found that he very much did want to fuck Alexis. Sam climbed down off of the couch and pulled the condom off his cock, dropping it on the table with the empty wine glasses. He got another condom out from a box, and tore into the foil wrapper with his teeth. Carefully, after moving Will's hand away, he rolled the condom onto Will's cock and stroked it slowly. Will hadn't seen him grab the little bottle, but somewhere along the way, he'd spread lube onto his fingers, and was slicking up Will's condom-wrapped member. "Get on your knees, on the couch, and sit back," he instructed. Though Will hated losing the contact of Sam's fingers, and the tight confines of Alexis's hole around his own fingers, he did as he was told. Once he was in position, he watched as Sam nudged Alexis up, and got up onto the couch in front of him. Slowly, he pushed Alexis back, and Will guided his cock into his friend's stretched hole. Will groaned as Alexis enveloped him, and found that, though he wasn't as thick as Sam, Alexis still felt so very tight around him. Alexis moaned again in that lewd, slutty way, and shivered as he began to move himself up and down, gripping the back of the couch. Will watched as Sam's hands gripped Alexis's ass, and spread his cheeks wide, giving Will the most erotic view of his cock disappearing into Alexis' ass. "Jesus fucking Christ," he heard Alexis whimper as he rocked himself down onto Will's cock again and again and again. Will arched up, shifting onto his knees so the trio were all upright. This gave him a little more control and he began to thrust into Alexis, while staying as deep as he could. Alexis seemed to enjoy this as he made all kinds of noise, helplessly pinned between his two friends. He felt Sam's hand grip his, and guided it between Alexis and Sam. Sam carefully guided Will's fingers to wrap around his dick and Alexis', then linked fingers with him. Sam began to move, groaning into Alexis' shoulder as he and Will's hand began to jerk both men off. Alexis seemed incapable of forming words now, as he leaned his head back against Will's shoulder and kept up an endless stream of moans and whimpers. Sam's free hand reached around and grasped Will's ass, his lips working against the bare expanse of Alexis's throat as he used his grip to make Will thrust harder and deeper into his friend. After only a few more strokes, Alexis cried out, and Will felt hot, searing come spill over his fingers. The way Alexis tightened around his dick was torturously incredible. Sam came next, his own come joining Alexis's on their joined fingers, his moan deep, and shuddering. Finally, with Alexis' ass gripping him, making his hips have to work harder to stay deeply embedded, he shuddered hard and came so violently that colors danced behind his closed eyelids. He let out a cry of his own, so loud, he was sure to get complaints from his neighbors. * * * Will lay sandwiched in a heap between his two friends on his bed. They hadn't pulled up the covers, but the warmth of the two naked bodies on either side of him was cozy enough. He'd dozed for a few hours, before someone had shifted and woken him. Now, he was comfortable, listening to them both sleep, and remembering the nights activities. Practice They'd finished both bottles of wine, and had lain on the couch; lazily touching and tasting each other until they'd all three come once more. Then, they'd taken a quick shower, and while they dried, they ate ice cream and snuggled until they were all sleepy enough to go to bed. He knew now what it was like to fuck another man, and to taste another man's cock, and come, on his tongue. He felt so different now than he'd been when the night began, and had no qualms about playing a gay man now. Sliding back against Alexis a little more, he reached back to draw Alexis' arm around him like a blanket, and tangled his legs with Sam's in front of him. He kissed Sam on the nose and watched in the light of the moon as Sam's lips curled in a soft, sleepy smile. Closing his own eyes, he felt himself go limp, so relaxed and comfortable he was like this, and slowly drifted back into a deep sleep.