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The Friday Setup

By: soaf



My wife, Michelle, and I have been married for six years and I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I'm 50, and Michelle's 37 and scalding hot. Physically, her cheekbones suggest Nicole Kidman, but her lips evoke Claudia Schiffer. Her emerald eyes are all her own and she wears her auburn red hair in a flirtatious bob. Thanks to many years in the gym with real weights, not the Ken & Barbie kind, her body has only gotten better and better. At 5'-5" her 127 pounds are as amazing to caress as they are to behold. Far stronger than she looks, her ratios are my idea of perfection. (I never did like the twigs.) Her magnificent 36 D's are perfectly balanced by her 37-inch hips and her tiny waist completes an incredible package of curves. Her taught belly contrasts with the healthy "pop" of her super tight ass, which, by the way, is delicious. Basically, she's Fergie from the neck down, but with even better boobs. Yes, she still turns heads, and she always turns mine! 

Her personality is even better. She's not what anyone would call a tomboy, but she'd rather hang out with the guys and have a few beers while watching the game than go to the mall. She's not above a spa day, but I'm right there with her on that one. Music, movies, vacations, and sex...our tastes and desires just naturally line up. Our home is in habitable order, but she doesn't believe that it always has to look like the maid just left. 

Sexually, Michelle is basically submissive and I'm a bit of a switch. When she senses me topping from the bottom, she'll take the lead and dom quite nicely. Like I said, I'm a very lucky guy. 

Being a typical male, not even that was enough. Mind you, I would never cheat on Michelle. Why would I? Besides being a loving knockout, there was nothing she wouldn't at least try in the bedroom (don't knock anything until you've tried it twice is our motto), and most of our wilder experiments have stayed on the permanent menu. Still, there are certain times when an extra set of hands or another warm mouth could top things off quite nicely. I was interested in exploring that. After all, there is only so much that one girl can do at a time. In other words, I'm a typical male.

In her 20's, before I knew her, Michelle was, upon occasion, the girl dancing on the bar with another hot chick. One night she actually made out with a girl at her then husband's urging, only to find out on the way home that he couldn't handle it and had become jealous. Not being able to handle it was not a problem that I was likely to have, but his reaction had left some baggage that I'd have to clear out of the way if my little dream was ever going to come true. 

For me, it wasn't about me having the chance to score some hot strange with my wife's blessing, participation, and help. No, what I really wanted to see was Michelle open up to the bi-side that she likes to tease me exists. Get a few beers in her and it's clear that she'd happily go down on Charlize Theron or Eva Mendes, but I didn't see that happening any time soon. Any talk down those lines quickly ended in reality. While I think that Michelle would have loved the chance to play with a girl, she clearly didn't feel the need to watch me sink hips deep into another woman's pussy. Still, with the right person, I felt that there might be some room for a third, if certain lines weren't crossed. 

The thing was, neither one of us wanted to deal with the complications of involving a friend, and strangers and professionals were not on our "to do" list, so it remained the talk of fantasy. Besides, as it was, we each had a hard time keeping up with the other in bed, or on the counter, or wherever.

Whenever I think that Michelle might just be amusing herself by teasing me to the point of frustration about the idea of her playing with another girl, my mind flashes back to that night a few years ago in a VIP booth at a Toronto strip club. The girl's name was Bentley, and as I recall, I introduced Michelle as "Mercedes" and myself as "Enzo" (my name is Scott). Neither Enzo nor Scott was needed in that booth! What I remember between the girls was a lot of making out, heavy petting, mouths sucking tits, and ultimately a bouncer doing his job when he stuck his head through the curtain to tell my wife that she had to keep her panties on. He was a little late, and things had gone far enough that it seemed that the smart thing to do might be to go before we got into some real trouble. Still, it seemed to me that Michelle had truly enjoyed playing with another girl. Better yet, she clearly saw that it didn't freak me out.

That memory now seemed like a distant dream, and just when I resigned myself to the fact that the perfect storm would never actually materialize, someone neither quite friend nor stranger popped back into our lives.

Tracy is a friend of my family and I had known her for almost 25 years. She is seven years younger than me, and while always friendly, we were never particularly close. Tracy is an advanced, slightly Amazon version of the Anna Nicole prototype (version 2.0, slightly post-centerfold/pre-cow). 

She has Michelle by two inches in height and probably fifteen pounds. Tracy's hips, waist, and chest are an inch or so bigger around than Michelle's and her enhanced DD's are impossible to ignore. Everything about her body says "Kuh Pow!" If you asked her to wear a nice navy blue skirt with a simple white blouse, the outfit that passes for professional on most women instead screams, "sex bomb!" on Tracy.

Tracy has a personality that matches her stunning looks: big and bold. She projects an aura that she's used to getting what she wants. And what she usually seems to want the most is cock, and a variety of it. She's always had a habit of moving from one guy to the next, but of not quite letting the first guy know that she was moving on to the other one. In her younger days that proclivity led to a few testosterone fueled altercations among the incoming and outgoing guys, and as she moved through her three marriages, it fueled legal bills instead. The girl wasn't out to hurt anyone; she just liked cock more than most girls and didn't care about the collateral damage left in her sexual wake. With her looks and personality, she saw no reason to deny herself at the sex buffet. 

A couple of her divorces ended well financially. Combine that with her successful career, and you have a very brassy and independent woman. The kind that could hurt you if you fell hard for her, but the kind that could be the stuff of dreams if you knew the terms upon which you were playing.

Apparently Tracy's tendency to take a new lover before leaving her last also manifested itself by fucking guys who likewise had not "officially" moved on from their current girlfriends. In college that resulted in a lipstick message scrawled on her dorm room door that simply proclaimed "Cum Guzzling Slut". Most people would keep that little fact a secret, but Tracy somehow managed to share that nasty tidbit with me some years ago. Why would a girl tell you something like that unless she wanted to make sure that you knew? 

I had also heard a third hand story about how her first husband had gotten pissed at her on their honeymoon when he walked into the bar to meet her and found her making out with another chick. Jeez, another guy that was clueless when fortune was trying to tap him on the shoulder! Dumb bastard. I had no doubt that Tracy was dynamite between the sheets.

Michelle had met Tracy on several occasions and while she liked her enough, she thought that, while hot, the girl was trouble. And Michelle was right...if you were looking for a soul mate. However, if you were looking a plaything to add little extra spice to things, she fit the bill perfectly. I considered Tracy's transient sexual nature to be a plus since I figured that Michelle wouldn't be threatened by someone who was clearly going to be moving along. It also didn't hurt that Tracy was six years older than Michelle. Clearly, it wasn't about me chasing some younger thing.

Like I said, it wasn't like I was out to sink my cock into Tracy's pussy. What I wanted to see was my sexy wife turn the tables on the juicy slut and take her on a mind trip the likes of which neither of them had ever considered. I just wanted a ticket to the show. (And maybe a supporting role in the sequel. Like I said, I'm a typical guy.)

So knowing all that, when Tracy relocated back to our area, I suggested to Michelle that we invite her over for dinner one Friday. Michelle raised an eyebrow and gave me a knowing look, half naughty and half reproachful, letting me know that she still considered Tracy to be a bit dangerous. I smiled almost innocently and told her not to worry, but quickly added that if it turned out that she felt the need to give Tracy the ride of her life, I would completely understand. Inside my own head, visions were quickly forming of us reducing Tracy to a pile of post-orgasmic mush. If anything like what I had in mind came to pass, we'd ruin the girl for anyone else and she would thank us for it. 

"Of course, call her," Michelle said, clearly enjoying the fact that I'd get hard thinking about it while she knew full well that nothing would ever come from it. I love it when my wife underestimates me.

If I could sit back and be patient enough to let things unfold between the ladies, I had a feeling that things would turn out plenty hot between them and very OK for me too. For this to work all I needed to do was put the pieces in place and see if they started moving in the right direction. I knew that Michelle wasn't nuts about Tracy's type-A directness, so my job would be to make sure that it was Michelle who controlled the situation, whatever that turned out to be. Friday couldn't come soon enough.

When the doorbell rang, it was immediately clear that Tracy was as smoking hot as ever. The exquisite beach blonde was wearing a yellow floral sundress that alternately hid and exposed her sumptuous curves beautifully. Her heeled sandals had the exact effect that she wanted on her meaty but toned calves. Michelle had opted for some comfy green yoga pants that wrapped her sculpted ass like a present, and topped it of with a form fitting white exercise shirt that struggled to encase her ample breasts. 

After quick hugs all around, we settled into some Margaritas to catch up. I played host, moving around occasionally to freshen drinks or refill the snacks, always taking the chance to lightly brush my wife's arm or run a finger down her back when I passed by her. 

Sometime during our second round, Tracy piped up, "You guys seem so awesome together. I wish I had a guy like Scott".

"Honey, there aren't too many like Scott!" my wife sweetly replied while giving Tracy's forearm a consoling rub.

"I know. It's just that I since I got divorced I can't seem to meet any decent guys," she confided.

"Maybe that's because you've already had them all!" I jabbed with a hint of mischief.

"Very funny, Mister! It's easy to joke when you've got a gorgeous wife who obviously adores you, isn't it?"

"Be nice!" my wife chided.

"Sorry Tracy," I jokingly apologized. "You kind of lobbed that one up there for me."

"It's OK," Tracy said while smiling and adding a playful swat. "Besides, I've got my faithful Hitachi to get me by."

BINGO! Game time. 

I feigned a quizzical look as I sensed Michelle draw a deep breath. We both realized that we'd reached a turning point. My mind was racing, but I knew this was where I had to keep Tracy from taking control, and instead hand the reins to Michelle.

Tracy let the comment hang there, to gauge our reaction, and seemed to be on the verge of explaining exactly what a Hitachi was to the straight-laced couple for which she had mistaken us. I beat her to it.

"Well, from what I can tell, the Hitachi is good for banging out a few nice quick, hard ones, but sure it doesn't measure up to a full blown Sybian ride."

Now Tracy was the one who looked confused, and Michelle had a curious but cautious look on her face. I could tell she was in, but I knew that I better watch my step.

"What if I told you that you could keep that pretty little dress on and have a half a dozen soul crushing orgasms in the next half hour?" 

"Excuse me?" Tracy quizzically wondered aloud, pondering whether such a thing was, in fact, possible.

"In a sense," I continued matter of factly, "the Sybian is a Hitachi on steroids, exponentially more powerful. It's basically a vibrating saddle that you sit on with a twist dial that lets you control the intensity. It has attachments that you can insert if you want, but straight vibration mode is our favorite."

I could see Tracy's lust sinking in, so to clinch it, I added, "And it has more power than most piston-engine aircraft. I just love watching Michelle get off on it."

That last comment got the Cum Guzzling Slut's attention. 

"My God, can I try it?" she blurted out before realizing that I had been the one doing all the talking and that she might be jumping the gun as far as Michelle was concerned.

I turned to my bride and offered to hand over the power for the rest of the night, if she dared to take it. "Baby, I know we've never done anything like this before, but how would you feel about helping Tracy with a Sybian ride? I'll be a good little boy. I'd just like to watch you turn Tracy's world upside down."

When Michelle realized that I wasn't simply angling to provide stud services for the two of them, she turned to me and said, "Why don't you head upstairs and set it up? But you better realize that her pussy is all mine." 

"As you wish, Goddess," I replied as a wry smile crossed her face.

"Tracy and I will be up in a few."

No sooner had I left than Michelle leaned over and ran her fingers up the back of Tracy's head, gently tickling her scalp. She gently played with her wavy blonde hair as she leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on Tracy's wanting lips. 

Michelle broke the kiss and stole my line when she smiled and whispered, "I'm going to make you feel so good." Tracy's lips gently parted and they enjoyed their first taste of each other as their tongues gave into their desires. The sensation was overpowering for Michelle whose hands had subconsciously moved to trace the outline of Tracy's shoulders and back until she let them slip them across her ribcage, brushing the sides of Tracy's mammoth tits. Michelle was liking this. She wanted this girl NOW.

"Shall we go upstairs?" my wife offered.

Tracy hopped off the stool as if shot by a spring as Michelle led the way, her hips twitching up the stairs.

The girls tumbled into the nicely dimmed bedroom just as I finished setting up the Sybian. It sat on the floor on top of a folded bath towel. I had no idea if Tracy was a squirter, or even if she knew what that was, but I knew damn well that juices could fly once the dial went past seven. In front of the Sybian was its companion piece, a little half stool that let a partner sit in front to enjoy the show. The rider sits a bit lower than her partner and can comfortably rest her head on her partner's shoulder. That sounds sweet enough, but somewhere around level seven, the poor girl riding the orgasm machine invariably winds up with her head in her partner's lap as she hangs on for dear life. At least, that's how it was for Michelle and me. Wanting to stay out of the way, I had set up a chair for myself, slightly to the side of the action.

"Hi Honey! Need some company?" Michelle queried, as my dreams were about to become reality. 

Reading my mind, she added, "Why don't you sit in that chair while I help Tracy settle in?"

Michelle explained that all she had to do was straddle it and enjoy the ride.

Making eye contact that was beyond deeply intimate, my wife clicked into semi-dom mode, turned to me and said, "Honey, you're so much better with the controls than I am. Would you mind?"

Testing my earlier claim, Tracy slid on top still wearing her sundress. Pointless, I thought. There was no way she'd be wearing anything halfway through this ride. Her panties, if she were wearing any, would be drenched by the five-minute mark. Michelle sat on the low stool in front of her new friend.

As I twisted the dial past three, a gentle thudding vibration set to work on Tracy's pussy. She settled in, leaning towards Michelle with her hands gently atop my wife's thighs. The girls were exchanging gentle kisses as I ramped it up to level four. Tracy purred. The increased pleasure caused her to lean in and really start soul-kissing Michelle. I rewarded her enthusiasm by taking her to five. Her groan was deep as she tried to relax into what the machine had to offer. 

As she rode through level five, Tracy still wanted to make out with my wife, but she was losing the battle going on at her crotch. Tracy had no choice but to let her head fall onto Michelle's shoulder and hold on. Michelle wrapped her arms around Tracy to help the girl endure what was to come as I was twisted up level six. Just as we hit the point where I knew the neighbors had to hear it all, Tracy's legs began to tremble. I knew immediately that, if I didn't touch the dial, this one could build for nearly a minute. Tracy's breathing was as desperate as her need to cum. But wasn't she cumming already? 

The poor girl didn't even know. Whatever was going on, she had never felt anything like it before. I knew how swollen her clit was getting and how sweet it would be to watch Michelle suck it later. Sparks were flying inside Tracy's head and her pussy had never felt better, but somehow she needed more. Level six is pretty intense for a first timer, but I knew that Michelle's slut could take more than that. 

I surged it to seven and watched Tracy lurch into Michelle, squeezing my wife's hips hard as she kept hers planted to the saddle. Her entire body tensed and her breathing got raspy as she struggled to gulp air. She shook with uncontrollable passion for almost ten seconds before mercy demanded that I had to back it off. I quickly rolled it back to level three and gently throttled it down from there.

Tracy was ever so slowly regaining her wits and after nearly a minute of panting against me wife, lifted her chin from Michelle's lap and looked her in the eye as if to say "You've got to be kidding me???!!!"

Then they leaned in for their most tender kiss yet as their hands gently sought the other's breasts. Mind you, we were all still fully clothed, but Tracy had just cum harder than she ever had in her life, and my wife was revved.

Michelle helped Tracy to her feet and eagerly stripped her of the sundress. Tracy's body was even better when freed of it's wrapping. Tracy quickly pulled Michelle's shirt over her head and the girls dove into each other's mouths as their bra-covered tits mashed together. I don't know how they could stand it. Surely they wanted at the other's orbs as much as I did. No sooner than I thought it, they separated and the bras disappeared far faster than if a guy had been involved.

I sat there still fully clothed and as invisible as possible not wishing what was unfolding before me to change one bit. Two of the most perfect racks in the universe where on display and the girls were even more enamored with them than I was! Michelle's hands were slowly massaging Tracy's magnificent breasts, which were unbelievably realistic. While enhanced, the girl had a lot to work with naturally and the taped on water balloon look was thankfully missing. Tracy's breasts were perfectly shaped, the inserts buried beneath a healthy layer of pure, thick, sweet, natural tit, simply giving them the healthy bounce of a woman years younger. Michelle's fingers sank into the doughy mounds with a series of gentle squeezes. While both of the girls shared the same rosy areolas, Tracy's were much larger, and her nicely protruding nipples gave away the level of her heat. Tracy was caressing my wife's curvaceous pleasures as well. Far more than a handful, Michelle's perfect breasts looked merely human next to the Amazon's outrageous assets.


The Friday Setup Ch. 02



[This story will make a lot more sense if you've read the first chapter. If female on male strap-on or creampie cleanup aren't your thing, you might be happier elsewhere. If they are, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!] 

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I woke up in an empty bed a little after 9:00 on Saturday morning. I had enjoyed the deep sleep that only truly great sex can bring on, so it seemed to be only moments ago that I was basking in the afterglow of what had been one of the wildest, and most enjoyable, experiences of my life. 

Had it been the same for Michelle and Tracy? It sure seemed like it last night, but having never done anything like that before, I couldn't be certain about how my dream of a wife was reacting today. I was pretty sure that Tracy would be fine with it: the stunning blonde had always seemed happy to take her orgasms where she could find them. I guess I'd find out in a few minutes.

I stumbled though my personal morning chores and headed downstairs to see what fate awaited me. As I crossed the living room, I spied them in the kitchen chatting over coffee like long lost friends. Whew! 

Their wet hair gave away the shower that the girls had already snuck in. Together, I wondered? 

As I shuffled my way closer, I began to make out the conversation, and overheard Tracy exclaim, "I've never been screwed with anything like that monster!" 

Clearly, they were recounting last night's festivities.

"Hello Baby," came my wife's greeting, momentarily shifting the conversation.

"Good morning, Perv," Tracy added, somewhat returning the conversation to its prior course.

"How are you two minxes?" I inquired, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Wonderful," my newly minted bi-sexual bride replied. 

"My head is still spinning from last night," Tracy enthused.

"It was quite a show," I acknowledged.

"No shit!" my wife replied. "Was it everything you hoped?" 

"And them some," I replied honestly.

"I can't believe that you let Michelle fuck you with that thing," Tracy said with more than a hint of disbelief. She never had been afraid to cut straight to whatever was on her mind. 

"Let's me? He absolutely loves it!" Michelle proclaimed. 

"So how did you get him to let you do it?" 

It seemed that the uber-hot Cum Guzzling Slut wanted to expand her sexual repertoire. 

"Well, I didn't exactly get him too. It's something he kind of wanted," Michelle revealed truthfully.

"How's that?" Tracy asked. "I've never been with anyone who would want me to fuck his ass. What's the turn-on Scott?" she inquired, unable to filter her type-A directness, while obviously angling for tips on how to create a man slut like me. 

So I began to share the truth, "Honestly, even with knockouts like the two of you, I think that 99% of great sex is between the ears." 

The emotions behind the explanation ran deep, but I tried my best to answer. "Screwing a woman in the ass is something that most guys want, but we also know that most women have had a bad experience with it. Because of that, a guy has a few barriers to overcome if hopes to get what he wants."

Tracy wasn't quite following me yet, so I explained, "It just seems to me that every sexual hang-up we have is the result of a botched experience. If a woman's first time with anal is a slam bam, no warm up affair, she's not likely to want it again. At least not with that guy! If another guy is lucky enough that she'll give it a second shot, she's probably going to be pretty tense about it, and that doesn't make for a good time, either. Then, if he's equally clueless about what feels good to her, she'll probably decide that she doesn't like it up the ass, case closed." 

"Hell," I confessed, "I'm sure that when I was younger, I didn't always give my girlfriends the best time they could have had. It just seems to me that every lover we've ever had takes a turn adding to our baggage pile. By the time we meet the love of our life, what we're really dealing with is a collection of everybody else's mistakes!" 

"Then again," I continued, "some women are just naturally repressed. They think that giving up the backdoor is dirty and something that good girls aren't supposed to do. Either way, by the time most women meet the one they're supposed to be with, they are already of the I don't like anal mindset, and that's too bad, because it can be an awesome experience for both people, when you relax and take the time to do it right."

An understanding, but longing look, spread across Tracy's face and I realized that, while Tracy had likely had plenty of anal, she had never been treated to the five-star version. 

"That's true enough, but what does that have to do with you getting fucked in the ass?" Tracy asked.

"Well, I figured that the best way for me to help Michelle relax about it was to let her know that I wasn't asking her to do something that I would not, in turn, accept from her. Let's face it, anal is a power trip. You're really putting yourself in someone's hands when you let them fuck your ass. When a guy lets a girl strap one on, there is a real power shift that's just plain intoxicating for both of them on a very deep, animalistic level. The role reversal just adds a deliciously wicked twist to the whole thing!" 

"I guess it would," Tracy acknowledged, clearly intrigued, thinking about every hunk she had allowed to plunder her delectable ass without offering his own in return. She wondered what she had been missing, and why she had never considered being on the other end of the exchange. 

"Besides, doesn't it feel great???!!!" I added without a hint of shame.

"I did not like anal when I met Scott," Michelle admitted as she joined the conversation. "I let my first husband try it once and it was awful. He barely got the tip in before I had to call it off." 

My wife continued, "Even though I knew that I didn't like it, I knew how bad most guys wanted it. So I decided to let Scott try it because he was pleasing me in so many new ways and I loved him so much. I figured I could take one for the team a few times a year, if that would make him happy." 

"Boy was I surprised!" Michelle then effused, "I had no idea that anything could be that good!" 

"He was so slow, and tuned into what felt good to me, that the second he finally slipped in, I knew I was hooked," she confided with a heartfelt smile.

"So how did you learn to do it right?" Tracy asked me.

"Basically, I just tried to imagine it from the woman's perspective. I wondered what it would be like for her, and I made my best guess about how I would want it done."

"You guessed right Baby!" Michelle lauded me.

"Honestly, the more I imagined it from the woman's point of view, the hotter I got. After awhile, I actually wanted it myself. I figured that if I wanted her to take it, why shouldn't I? I thought it would prove to Michelle beyond a shadow of a doubt that I wasn't just doing something to her, but something for her. Plus, I needed to know what the whole thing felt like to her. Once I reached that point, I started to wonder what everything would be like if I could get into Michelle's head. "

I started to daydream aloud, "What would it be like to get on your knees and take a guy's cock in your mouth? What does it feel like when a rock hard dick slides in and out of your mouth? It seems so submissive."

"Most woman think that they are on the bottom of that exchange," I continued, "but every guy knows that when a woman is giving him head, she's the one with the power: the power to give or deny him the most incredible feeling in the world." 

"What's it like to let a guy explode in your mouth, to swallow it all down, to savor his cum, to receive something so intimate? It's all just too much..." I trailed off, my mind swimming. 

I needed to shut up, I was rattling on like the Ayn Rand of kink.

As I paused to consider it all again, Tracy piped up, "So would you want to do it with a guy?"

"No, that's not it at all, but I would love to swap bodies with Michelle for twenty four hours so that I could know exactly what it's like for her," I confessed with a horny smile. 

"Plus I think it would be good for her to actually know just how great it feels for me when I slide my cock into her sweet pussy," I confided as I continued to reveal one of my deepest fantasies.

"Wow, you guys really are HOT!" Tracy replied, not for the first time this weekend.

"He's just horny," Michelle noted nonchalantly.

"Horny to know what it would feel like for you to eat my pussy," I retorted. 

"Besides, that multiple orgasm thing looks like something I'd like to take out for a spin!" I added with a tinge of envy.

"You're right about that!" Michelle opined.

"Tell me that you wouldn't like to know what it feels like to pump a load of cum into my pussy?" I teased.

"That might be interesting," my wife admitted, starting to warm up to the idea.

"I'd like to have my cock sucked!" Tracy announced.

"You certainly would!" I assured her. "It's too bad there's no way to pull that fantasy off!" 

"Well, not really," my wife said, a bit dejectedly. 

"Why not?" I asked.

"It's just that I'd doubt that I'd get a chance to enjoy you." 

"How's that?" I asked, somewhat perplexed. 

"It's just that you're such a whore, you'd probably be off to the nearest naval base to get gangbanged all day," Michelle opined with a knowing smile.

"You have a very good point there!" I admitted, and we all had a good laugh.

Tracy, still curious about the original topic, asked "So basically, you let her fuck you in the ass just so you know what's it's like when you fuck her in the ass?"

"Partly yes. I do think it helps me give it to her in a way that's more enjoyable because I know what she goes through. But mostly no, because it just plain feels good when she bends me over!" I salaciously admitted.

"And when you ate your cum out of her pussy?" Tracy followed up, letting the question hang.

"Well, it's kind of a variation on the same thing. Every guy loves to have a girl swallow his load, but, again, a lot of women have hang-ups or phobias about it. Truth be told, we want you all to savor it like it's Dom Perignon or something!" 

"But let's face it, while I truly believe the woman has all the power while she's giving a blowjob, the second a guy pops, that power is gone. It all goes back to that baggage thing. If a woman has had a prick boyfriend who zipped up and took off as soon as he came, it left a bad taste in her mouth in more ways than one! The next thing you know, she's a cum dodger."

"Then there's the whole taste thing. How can a guy expect a girl to crave his load when he has no idea what it tastes like? I figured that the best way for me to help Michelle become a full blown cumaholic was to show a little enthusiasm for it myself." 

"So you clean her up to get her to swallow?" Tracy asked, seeming almost disappointed in me.

"It's really the same answer: yes and no. Just like the fucked up societal notion that there are certain things good girls shouldn't do, there are likewise certain things that a normal guy is not supposed to do either. Eating your own cum out of a freshly fucked pussy is up towards the top of the list." 

"The thought of doing it is just so nasty and off-limits; but once it enters your mind, you just can't shake it," I admitted. "Then the desire to try it just builds on its own. The fact that it's more than a little taboo just makes it even hotter."

"I knew that if I could make myself to do it, I'd be sharing something deeply intimate with Michelle; something that no one else had ever given her. The thought of that just made me want it more."

"It sure didn't come easy," Michelle observed.

"She's right," I admitted.

"Why not?" Tracy asked, needing to know more. 

"Well, it's just that while I had a deep desire, even a need to do it, once I came, the thing that seemed so hot the minute before immediately lost all of it's appeal. It's weird, I really wanted to do it, but whenever the moment of opportunity presented itself, I just couldn't follow through. Michelle would go clean up, and half an hour later I'd be kicking myself for missing my chance. It was like that for me every time."

"Well, you clearly got over that hurdle. What was the trick?" the blonde man-eater asked, clearly designing a training program for some unknown guy. 

"Communication, confession, and a plea for help."

Seeing that my answer didn't cut it, I continued, "When I first realized that I wanted to do it, I kept it to myself. I just hoped that I'd go down on Michelle after sex one time and let it happen. I can't tell you how long I went into our sexual encounters wanting to do it, but failing to follow through when the moment arrived. I was keeping all of this inside, and it was starting to really bug me. While I was experiencing failure over and over, Michelle didn't even know about the tug of war that I was losing with myself."

"Eventually I decided to up the pressure on myself by telling Michelle about what was going on inside my head. I told her about how long I had wanted to do it, how many times I had wanted to try, and about my regret after every time I chickened out. I figured that if I put it out there, I'd have to follow through."

"So that's how you did it," Tracy concluded in summary.

"Nope. That didn't work one fucking bit!" I confided, laughing at my own silly story, all the while realizing how absurd this had to sound to Tracy.

"It was hard for me to understand," Michelle added. "I couldn't wrap my head around how he could want something so badly, but be unable to do it. He was clearly so hot to clean me out, but he just couldn't pull the trigger. I told him that it didn't matter to me one way or the other if he did it or not. I figured that being cool about it might help him get there. It didn't. The whole thing was just really fucked up."

"OK," Tracy said, turning back to me said, "Out with it already."

"One day, it finally occurred to me as we were laying there after sex, that I was exhibiting the exact opposite behavior that any guy would want from a girl after a blowjob. I was being a cum dodger!" I proclaimed, as if it were the worst indictment in the world.

"If I was going to avoid my cum like it was anthrax, how long would it be before Michelle might come to think about it the same way? I had a perfectly hot, swallowing wife and I was about to fuck her up by introducing the notion that maybe the nasty stuff shouldn't go in her mouth either." 

"It was never like that," Michelle corrected me.

"I know. Thanks for that by the way," I added with a grateful smile. "But I was afraid it might get that way on account of me having such a hang up about it. What was I going to do then, tell you how awesome my stuff was when I wouldn't go near it?"

"So..." Tracy prodded.

"I was grappling with that inside my fucked-up head while we were cuddling afterwards, and after a few minutes, I quit thinking about eating my cum and started thinking about eating Michelle's pussy. I started to fantasize, not about eating her out right then, but about the way that I love to go down on her in general. You know, the way a guy just generally thinks about sex all day long." 

"By then, it had probably been five or ten minutes since I came, and a funny thing happened. Sometime while I was daydreaming about the foreplay kind of pussy eating, the post-orgasm blues had vanished. I was hot about the idea of eating Michelle's pussy, and the fact that it happened to be filled with my cum at the moment wasn't even on my mind. It just wasn't a factor. That's when it happened: when I put my focus on her sweet pussy and not my obsession about eating my cum out of it."

"So how was it?" Tracy asked.

"Fucking awesome!" I exclaimed. "I loved it all. Her juices mixed with mine, the taste, the texture, the joy of finally getting a taste and more of what I had wanted so badly...it was incredible. I was hooked!"

"It seems that I was wrong about not caring if he did it or not," Michelle added. "It turns out that I like it a lot!"

"Who wouldn't?" Tracy lustily admitted.

"I still can't dive down seconds after I shoot, but who cares? For me, creampie is best served slightly marinated!"

"So that's the story of how Scott became a cum slut," Tracy summarized.

"It's not something we do every time," Michelle confided. "Like all good things, we enjoy when the mood hits."

I smiled at Michelle, "I'd have to say that your blowjobs went from great to universally epic once I joined the cum party!"

"You're such a good boy," my wife reassured me as she gently reached over and lovingly cupped my cheek, the way one might praise an obedient child.

I played along, feigning shyness. "Thank you Mistress." 

Turning to Michelle, Tracy asked, "So how did you turn him into an ass slut?" The juicy Amazon really wanted to dig deep.

Time had been flying by and it was almost 11:00 when I remembered that I had booked us a couples' massage earlier that week. Shit! I knew it would be incredibly bad form to blow the appointments off, but there was no way on earth that we were going to send Tracy on her way.

"Honey, we forgot about the massages!" I said with more disappointment than had ever been expressed when referring to a massage.

"I have an idea," my smoking hot wife said matter of factly. 

Turning to me, she directed "No questions Ass Slut." 

My loving little switch was flipping into dom mode. Excellent!

"Tracy and I will go and enjoy it. You've got three hours. Make preparations." 

She raised her right eyebrow, looking me up and down as she inspected me to see if I understood what she was offering/requiring.

Oh, I understood alright! 

There were a few variations on what the command to make preparations might lead to, but one thing was certain: my ass was going to be hers. 

Or theirs? Dare to dream!

Unfortunately, I'd have to wait to find out what, precisely, she had in mind. Quite frankly, the intimate exchange with Tracy had left me pretty hot. Three hours was going to be a long time to think about how badly I needed to cum. The suspense was going to kill me!

***

While Michelle and I are both into ass play, neither of us gets off on any unnecessary surprises back there. "Make preparations" was code speak for "Go clean your ass out with a series of hot, high, and held enemas until the water runs clear."

As soon as the girls were gone, I set about my chore as I imagined them sharing the romantic treatment that I was supposed to be enjoying with my wife. This weekend was proving to be full of surprises.

***

Three hours had been more than enough time, so the soothed ladies returned to find shrimp salad sandwiches and Chardonnay waiting as a late lunch. I figured that I could risk eating since I had at least twelve hours before the light lunch might begin to ruin all of my hard work. Besides, it seemed like we might need the energy.

The chitchat over lunch was normal, but the undertone of building sexual tension was palpable. How much had Michelle told Tracy about "preparations"? Had they agreed on a playbook, or was my bride going to freestyle it? 

Tracy's last question before they left had been, "So how did you turn him into an ass slut?"

It seemed that the answer was going to be in the form of a demonstration, and I assure you, this subject was ready to do his part. 

As we were finishing the wine, Michelle asked me, "So, were you a good boy?" almost as if she were inquiring about the weather.

"Yes Mistress," I obediently replied, lowering my head and averting my eyes to complete my switch.

"Is your ass clean?" she demanded.

"Pristine."

"And is everything set up?"

"Yes Mistress," I nodded.

"Good. Go upstairs and wait on the bed, eyes closed, face up. You may touch your cock if you wish."




The Friday Setup Ch. 02



"Thank you Goddess."

I got up and leaned over to kiss her cheek on my way up. I knew that Michelle wouldn't let me get away with it under the circumstances, but I also thought that an intentional, playful fuck-up might help set the tone for Tracy. I got the expected slap across my cheek. As usual, it sounder louder than it really felt. 

***

After an eternity that was, in fact, five minutes, I heard footsteps as the lusty duo entered the room. My eyes remained closed, as instructed. I had allowed myself to stroke my cock until it began to thicken, but I had stopped so that the girls could have the pleasure of bringing me to full hardness. 

There was some light rustling but no further footsteps. Then I discerned two different sounding purrs. The ladies were taking some time for each other. I felt my cock swell a bit more as I imagined their hands exploring each other's curves. I could faintly hear the sounds of their tender kissing. 

Eyes closed, I visualized the differences in their hotness. Michelle's sexy auburn bob was a sharp contrast to Tracy's wild and wavy beach blonde hair. Equally striking was the difference between their bodies. Tracy's voluptuous Jayne Mansfield-esque beauty seemed to be a gift from above while Michelle's lithe muscles could have easily graced the cover of any women's fitness magazine. 212 Fahrenheit versus 100 Celsius...pick your pleasure! 

Thankfully, it wasn't much longer before I heard their clothes being shed. My cock twitched at the root.

I was lying on top of a towel on our bed in the instructed position. I had set Michelle's favorite corset harness, loaded with the Stryker dildo, and a few choices of lube on the nightstand. The Hitachi and wedge, as always, were nearby. The Stryker was a good choice. It wasn't nearly the largest dildo in our collection, but with eight inches of insertable length and nearly two inches of generous girth, it was a challenge that I could easily handle while Michelle slammed me as hard and deep as she wanted. The freaky stuff would have to wait until Tracy was ready for the 4.00 level course.

I heard the girls approach and felt two distinct ripples though the mattress as they joined me. 

"I'm sure that you'll keep your eyes closed, but just to be safe I think I better slip this on," my wife said as she applied the blindfold that she had come up with on her own. 

Michelle's right hand traced its way down my chest as she learned over to give me a gentle kiss that belied the treatment I was about to receive. Tracy's hand was on my thigh as if trying to help calm and steady me.

And then the "how to make a male ass slut" clinic began. 

Michelle, as expected, took the lead and explained to Tracy, "As much as Scott loves having me fuck his ass, sometimes it can be hard for him to keep an erection when I'm really nailing him. I find it helps to make sure that he's well primed if I want him to cum while I'm screwing him. If we do this right, he'll be dying to cum before I even put the harness on." 

I lay there as my wife's words sank in, and I knew that she would take this to a new level in order to show off for her pupil.

"Since his ass is going to be mine, I find it's best for him to understand that these are mine as well," she explained as I felt the thumb and index finger of her right hand encircle the base of my nut sack, firmly clinching my balls into her palm. At least I assumed it was her right hand since she does her best ball pulling with that one.

"I find that by giving his balls a nice stretch, they'll be able to produce much more cum later on, which is always nice, don't you think?"

"Absolutely!" the novice ass fucker enthusiastically replied.

"Especially if he's lucky and we let him have some," my wife added in hopes that her words would make my cock jump.

It worked. "See, he's responding already," my wife happily observed.

Michelle set to work in earnest, explaining her actions to Tracy every step of the way. "It's best to start him out with some nice slow pulls so that he can get used to the sensation."

I felt the wonderful tension as I yielded my balls to my wife's initial gentle, but firm, pull. As my balls reached about three fourths of their stretch limits, she stopped and kept them under a constant tension. My cock gave an involuntary jump, which my wife pointed out to Tracy, "See, this can have quite an effect on him."

Next, my wife gave them a few strong tugs, pulling my balls much closer to their limits, eliciting a deep groan from me as my head rolled back and to the side while I struggled to endure the deep pleasure that she was inflicting. My cock jerked uncontrollably in response to her skilled hand.

Just when she sensed I was reaching my breaking point (we have a safe word, but universally play within it), she eased off and let me recover without releasing her encircling grip on the base of my sack.

Still holding my balls in her right hand, she now reached up and gently traced the underside of my shaft with the fingernails of her left. The tickling sensation when she reached my crown was unbearable and my cock jumped away in response.

"This appears to be having the desired effect, let's continue," she said as she repeated the long, slow pull, followed by several sharp tugs over and over again, along with the occasional teasing graze of her fingertips along my shaft. 

"His balls appear to be filling nicely," she declared, "I can feel them growing in my hand."

"That's not cum filling them, it's a lack of circulation, you delightful bitch," I thought to myself, hoping it would never end.

"It's important to prepare him in as many ways as possible," the lesson continued. Michelle, now on her knees between my legs, once again slowly stretched my balls before leaning over and beginning a slow tease up the underside of my cock with her tongue that ended with a quick, light flick at the ridge on the underside of my crown. Then she started over with the sides, keeping up the exquisite torture until my cock was jumping non-stop at her touch. All the while she kept up her incredible work on my balls. I could feel every twitch all the way to root of my cock where my shaft originated deep inside.

Just when I could take no more, she broke off, but continued her running tutelage, "Once you have him warmed up, you can up the intensity by pulling his balls straight out from his body as far as they'll go, holding them there for a moment, and then pulling them downward as hard as possible."

Oh God! Just hearing what was about to happen hardened my dick even more. The actual sensation was greater than ever before since I was on display before, not just one, but two incredible women.

"Uggghhh! That's so fucking good, Baby!" I shouted as her demonstration continued. I rocked from side to side grinding myself into the mattress as much as the situation allowed.

"There!" Michelle exclaimed to Tracy as she simultaneously squeezed the base of my cock with her free hand. "Can you see how swollen and hard the head is? That deep shade of purple tells you that you've done it right."

She held me like that as long as she dared before announcing to the blonde, "We can only expect him to take so much of that." Michelle once again released the tension of the pull without letting go of my balls.

"To help him build a really big load, there is one last thing we can do," and with that my wife lowered her head and slowly sucked my cock all the way into her throat as she once again began pulling my nuts away from my groin.

Then she withdrew her fabulous mouth up my shaft just as slowly, and then bobbed her head up and down a few quick times before once again slowly taking me to the base, this time adding a delicious hum to vibrate me to the core. The pleasure was intense, but somehow the wonderful ache in my balls kept me from cumming. 

That's when she ramped it up by adding her left hand to the stunning blowjob. At first she just slid her hand up and down my shaft in unison with her bobbing head and suctioning mouth, using it to pull the skin tight in advance of her warm mouth. It didn't take long for her to add her patented twisting motion that quickly had me on the verge of shooting. 

I was struggling to breathe deep, and I felt my entire body begin to tense. When my hips bridged up off of the bed to try and drive my cock even deeper into her mouth, it all stopped as quickly as it began. Michelle came up with a "pop" as she broke her suction seal and released my balls, all the while continuing to squeeze the base of my cock with all her might to stave off my impending orgasm. 

My balls were immediately soothed by the return of blood flow and I knew that my nimble little redhead was proud of herself. 

"And that is step one of how to prepare a man for an ass fucking," Michelle concluded, in the manner that a professor might wrap up a lecture. My cock subsided into a merely erect, as opposed to excruciatingly hard state.

"You took that very well, Baby," she praised me. "I think a small reward is in order." 

My blindfold was removed.

"Stage two is even more fun," she announced, my reprieve clearly over.

Still kneeling between my legs, she forcefully drove her knees apart jamming my thighs outward. She planted herself in that position, sitting on her heels and leaving my bottom exposed for both of them to see. Tracy gasped at the show of power and submission. 

Michelle reached for the spunk-like lube and squirted a few dollops onto her fingers before reaching down to massage it into my hole. At first she coated the outside of my ring, but soon enough she began to massage deeper, first with one finger, then two, as I felt myself begin to open to her delightful intrusion.

It felt great to me as it was, but school was still in session, so Michelle resumed her running commentary, "There is no such thing as too much lube if you really want to give him a good hard fucking." 

She pumped out some more and went about really greasing my tunnel with her fingers. A slow groan escaped my lips as I enjoyed the finger fucking that she was treating me to.

"As you can see, Scott is a well trained slut and really enjoys this. I often find that this is a good time for a little more ball work, just to make sure that his pump is fully loaded." 

With two fingers of her right hand massaging my insides, she encircled the base of my sack with her left. She gently turned the palm of her right hand upwards and stroked her fingers in and out of me as she curled them slightly to rub up and down the part of my cock that was buried inside me. Then she began the wonderful ball pulling that forced me to close my eyes and turn inwards to my own universe. 

I was in heaven, and just when I thought that nothing could be better, my wife turned to Tracy and said, "This is where I could really use some help. There's only so much that I can do. Would you mind sucking Scott's cock while I finish loosening him up?"

"Oh man, you've got to be kidding me!" I thought as I braced for a heretofore unknown pleasure.

"Fuck yeah!" Tracy breathlessly replied as she lowered her head from the side and set to work on my dick. Without the distraction of my wife fucking her with a mule sized strap-on, her cock sucking was even better and more focused than it had been the night before. 

Our friend had seen how close I had already been to cumming, so she didn't use her full potential, opting instead to bring me right to the edge with her skilled mouth and hanging me there as my wife zeroed in on my prostate while giving my balls the perfect pull. I did my best to will my body to relax and let the girls have their way with me, but my anal ring involuntarily gave my wife's fingers a squeeze every now and then. Time stopped. I could stay like this forever I thought.

After (I have no fucking idea how long), I felt Michelle let go of my balls and withdraw her fingers from my ass. The sudden loss was disappointing. 

"I think he's ready. Would you like to check as well?"

Tracy's head came up from my spit-covered dick as she enthusiastically accepted my wife's offer. Michelle moved aside and Tracy reached for the lube. She slid two fingers into me and rocked them back and forth like a pro. Michelle leaned across me to kiss her while giving my cock a few quick strokes.

"Do you think he's ready?" the master inquired of student.

"He feels good to me," Tracy confirmed.

"Let's be sure," my bride said as she reached down and added two fingers of her own. With four fingers now buried inside me, and two gorgeous women above, I did what came naturally and reached up with both hands to simultaneously sample each of their breasts. 

The girls worked in and out of my ass in unison as I kneaded their spectacular tits. Michelle's was far more than my left hand could contain, and I could barely cup even a third of Tracy's ridiculously wonderful mound with my right. I rolled them both in my hands as the girls really started to work my ass out. 

Finally, they slowed. I released their breasts and gently traced their stiffened nipples with just my fingertips before we all silently broke contact with each other. 

It was almost time for the main course, but a final bit of preparatory instruction remained, so Michelle ordered me to flip onto my stomach. Once I was situated, she explained to Michelle, "This last bit is important if we really want to give him a pounding. Would you grab the lube launcher?"

I had filled the oversized syringe with 250cc's of Boy Butter so that Michelle could get me just how she liked. I was a little surprised when she let Tracy have the honor.

"Go ahead Tracy, just ease the plastic tip in a bit. He's so lubed already that it should just go right in." 

I felt the pinky-like width enter me.

"That's good. Put it in about an inch and give it a little squeeze," Michelle instructed.

As Tracy depressed the plunger I felt the cool lube enter me. I always loved this part.

"Nice! Now slide the nozzle about halfway in and give him another dose." 

Oh yeah, that felt good!

"Excellent. Now put it all the way in and let him have almost all of it but save just a bit." I felt the full four inches enter me followed by the sliming of my ass walls as Tracy continued my lubing.

"OK. Now pull it out except for just the tip and shoot the rest right into his opening." 

This one I could really feel as Tracy completely slathered the most sensitive, nerve-laden part of my ass. 

"Well done Tracy. I think you've got the hang of this," Michelle said as Tracy fully withdrew the plastic lube. 

I knew that I had to be a lewd sight based on the obscene amount of lube that they had creamed me with. I also knew something else: Michelle was about to put on one hell of an ass-fucking show!

"OK slut, on your back like a good little whore!" my wife ordered. "I want Tracy to see every bit of what this does to you." 

I had never imagined my wife fucking me in front of another woman, but now that it was about to happen, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Somehow, her wanting to share it made it even more intimate. 

I was ready. I needed to be fucked NOW!

Michelle had slipped on the harness while walking Tracy through the lube application and was now in position between my legs. Tracy was sitting to the side, content to be a spectator.

Michelle positioned the wedge under my hips, tilting my hips upwards in perfect alignment with her massive cock. She reached for the lube one last time and generously coated her thick rubber rod. I knew that she was going to nail me with impunity. 

I was beyond ready and it was a relief when I finally felt the tip touch my ring. Ever so sweetly she teased at my opening. "We can take the time to be a little nice here," she observed for Tracy's benefit. "I wouldn't want to do anything that he might feel a need to retaliate for later."

Then she gently pushed in about an inch as my opening expanded to begin to allow her access. She rocked it back and forth a bit to test my resistance and quickly determined that I could handle some more so she added another inch to her initial intrusion. 

"This part is very important," she confided to Tracy. "How I put it in determines everything about how good the rest of it will be." 

A nice sentiment, I thought, but I was desperate for her to fill me.

"He's taking it nicely but I'm not quite all the way through yet, there is still a little resistance," she accurately observed. 

She was right. She had not yet broken all the way into my ass and the stretching pressure inside my opening was as constant as it was delightful.

"Watch him carefully because this next bit can be quite overpowering for him." No sooner had she said it than I felt her push forward, feeding two more inches into my ass as the thickest part of her cock was forced through my restrictive aperture and into the promised land. 

I felt the pressure in my opening dissolve as she lovingly broke through my barrier. I could feel Tracy's eyes fixed on me with desire, and I released a long, slow groan of satisfaction, as Michelle's cock seemed to melt into my ass.

Michelle, ever the considerate strap-on ass fucker, paused to asked me if I was OK.

"Oh my God, YES!!!" I sighed contentedly.

Michelle pulled halfway out and then commenced fucking me with nice short strokes, massaging my opening into a state of compliance. It felt wonderful, but I was a greedy little fucker by this point and I needed her all the way in me.

"More please," I panted and begged.

"More?" she asked, with a faked tone of disbelief that was more for Tracy's benefit than mine.

"Yes, PLEASE!" I pleaded.

"OK," she replied in an equally feigned cautious voice.

I felt her slowly drive her tool all the way into my ass. The violation was incredibly wonderful. I felt my back channel fully open to the pleasure she was providing and was somehow pleased that Tracy was there to witness it. 

As she reached full depth I still needed more, so rocked my knees back a bit more towards my chest and reached down with both hands to cup my wife's ass. There was no need to remain passive at this point. No more need to continue observing the dom/sub rules, since it was very clear who was in control. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me as far as I could with a grunt of pure ecstasy. Then I held her there with all my strength as I squeezed the root of her cock with everything I had.

"Oh my!" Tracy whispered to no one in particular as she witnessed my wanton display. 

What was she thinking, I wondered? Was she imagining being stuffed so full of cock herself, or being the one doing the stuffing? It didn't fucking matter. The cock inside me felt too good, and the thought slipped away.

"More Baby, give me more!" I pleaded.

Since there was no more to give, Michelle settled for sawing into and out of my ass with long languid strokes.

I was out of my mind with pleasure. Each stroke was delivering a wonderful massage to my well-primed prostate, and I enjoyed the skillful fucking that my wife was allowing me.

"That feels so good Baby," I sighed to let her know that I was all hers.

"Just enjoy it Love," she cooed as she administered the fucking that I craved so badly.

The sensations were so over powering that I couldn't help but grind back at her as best I could from my position. Michelle took the cue and picked up her pace. She began hammering into me with more and more abandon, and soon I was on the receiving end of a delicious power fuck. She drilled the full length in and out of me, and quickly she had me hanging on the delirious edge of cumming. 

The strange thing is, I can't climax from ass fucking alone, but I do reach what feels like 95% of an orgasm and Michelle can keep me there for minutes on end. It's not like I'm ever in danger of shooting, but somehow the feeling mirrors that of a full orgasm. Fuck it, I thought, just enjoy it for what it is. And enjoy it I did! Michelle had me moaning and writhing as I savored the endless sensations. 




The Friday Setup Ch. 02



As pleasurable as it was, I wanted that last 5% and grew desperate to cum. Ordinarily, this is where I would have started to jerk my cock or grab the Hitachi to place against my cock head; but today was different. I knew that Michelle knew all of my cues, and that she knew my needs just as well. She wasn't going to deny me forever, but today was going to be on her terms.

Just when her fucking had given me as much pleasure as it possibly could have, she slowed to a stop leaving half of the massive dildo in my ass. 

"Tracy, Scott can't cum from this alone. He's going to need a little help. Shall we give him a special treat?"

"Absolutely! I think he deserves it."

"Why don't you straddle his face and suck him off?"

My mind scrambled to absorb the gift that my wife was about to allow. We had come a long way in the last 24 hours. Michelle had even let Tracy blow me a bit, but I hadn't considered that she'd actually let the buxom blonde have my load.

Michelle rearranged our missionary coupling, assuming an upright position with her shins flat on the bed. The back of her thighs rested on her calves, with her thighs beneath my bent knees. Her cock was still buried in my ass. Thanks to the wedge, this position was going to work nicely. 

Tracy got up and pivoted herself over my face, facing Michelle, and lowered her head towards my crotch. With my knees slightly pulled back, and Michelle's hips occupying the space between my legs, there was no way that this could turn into a proper 69. Besides, I wasn't sure if Michelle was OK with me tasting Tracy's pussy. As far as we had come, I didn't want to cross any lines. Michelle had been pretty clear about what was OK and what was off limits up until now. I didn't feel a need to push it and screw it up. 

So, with Tracy's fragrant pussy inches above my face, Michelle resumed slowly fucking my ass. After a few strokes, I felt Tracy grasp my semi-hard shaft and aim it at her wanting mouth. Her lips enveloped my cock and she proceeded to give me a nice slow cock massage with her mouth and tongue as she glided up and down the full length of my shaft. It didn't take long for my cock to reach full hardness in spite of Michelle's overwhelming intrusion of my ass. 

The double sensation of being fucked and sucked was mind blowing, and I quickly ramped back up to that almost cumming state of euphoria. My cock felt hard as a rock as I gazed up at Tracy's dripping pussy mere inches above my nose. I reach up and began gently squeezing and massaging the globes of her magnificent ass. My kneading caused the entrance to her pussy to open and close, and her musky scent wafted down to heighten the experience.

The moderate pace of Tracy's sucking perfectly matched the fucking that my wife was dishing out. Tracy's mouth moved up and down the entire length of my cock as Michelle's cock drove in and out of my ass. 

I hung on the edge of the abyss as that 95% of climax feeling turned into 96%. They continued to work me. 97%. God, I needed to cum. Michelle drove in a bit harder and faster. 98%. Holy shit, I can't take this I thought, I have to cum, but it went on. Tracy sucked a bit harder. Oh, fuck! 99%. "Come on you bitches, make me cum," I pleaded inside. 

I had been delirious for nearly five minutes when Michelle decided it was time. She grabbed my hips with her hands and plowed all the way into me, banging the bottom of my ass with short powerful strokes. I squeezed every muscle in my pelvic floor to intensify the feeling of her driving cock. I could feel my prostate pulsing with each nudge, as wave after wave of deep pleasure coursed though my body. 

A prostate orgasm is different than the shooting kind; it's far deeper and more elusive. As a result, when my climax hit, it didn't even feel like I was shooting, but I knew that cum had to be pouring into Tracy's mouth as my orgasm overtook me. The pulsing in my ass coincided with Tracy's moans as she received spurt after spurt of my tasty treat. Tracy took me deep into her throat and held me there as my cum poured into her. She gobbled it down and squeezed for more. As the pulsations in my ass ebbed, Michelle's thrusting came to a halt, and the flow of my cum into Tracy's delightful mouth ceased. 

Tracy released my cock and sat up hovering above my face. Michelle's steady cock was still buried in my ass. 

I saw Tracy swallow my load and the she exclaimed, "Wow, that was something! I've never seen anything so wild." 

"You ain't seen nothing yet! Michelle adding indicating that the show wasn't over. "He's not done."

"What?" the blonde asked, in a state of disbelief.

"He's got another one. Shall we get it?"

"How's that?" Tracy asked, somewhat stupefied.

Michelle withdrew somewhat from my depths and started to slowly fuck the first three or four inches of my ass as the lesson resumed.

"That was a prostate orgasm," she explained. "It's like a vaginal orgasm to us. Awesome, but different from a clitoral orgasm. He can have two kinds too."

Tracy had never heard of such a thing.

"After a prostate-gasm, he can keep going. His version of a clitoral orgasm is a coronal orgasm, where the tip of his cock triggers the climax. If he has one of those he'll be down for a few. I propose we take it!"

"Fine by me! Tracy cheered, and with that she bent over and went back to work on my cock, this time focusing on the head. 

Michelle continued the slow reaming of the entrance to my ass, while Tracy went about showing off her considerable oral skills. Michelle's restraint let me focus on the sensations that Tracy was providing and I was in heaven as Tracy added a downward twisting motion to her oral work. She wasn't even trying to take me deep, preferring to focus instead on my equivalent of her clit. Tracy wanted my second load badly, and soon her warm velvety mouth was bouncing up and down on me with the force of a jackhammer. 

Michelle fucked me with a precise and steady pace, knowing that the second part of my orgasm wouldn't take long for them to extract. All to soon, I felt it building. 

Tracy had to feel my cock throbbing and jumping within her grasp. My breathing became labored as tension over took my entire body. The bitch had me on the edge. I just needed her to suck me across the precipice. She attacked my cock with everything she had and soon I was shaking from head to toe.

That's it! Suck him hard!" my wife encouraged.

I felt the floodgates open and screamed nonsensically at the power of my release. My cock jerked uncontrollably in Tracy's mouth as I spewed torrents of cum onto her tongue. Through it all, she continued to suck for more. 

Finally, Michelle slowed and shallowed her thrusting, turning her strokes into a series of nudges that enhanced each volley of my load. As my spasms slowed, Tracy eased the pressure of her mouth to match what my sensitive tool could handle while Michelle's cock came to a stop inside me. 

Some girls suck too hard, not realizing when you've become too sensitive to take it, while others give up too quickly and deny you the sensations that you still crave. Not Tracy. If there was one thing that she needed no pointers on, it was how to properly suck a man through climax. My wife's cock inside me just made it all even better. It was simply wonderful.

When I felt myself begin to deflate, Tracy gently slipped her mouth off of my spent dick and unsaddled herself from my head. Then, leaning over me, she surprised me by placing her mouth over mine and kissing me. I felt her lips part and she let my load slide out of her mouth and into mine. Her tongue followed, and we swirled my cum back and forth, sharing the delicious culmination. The shining lust in her eyes made her look like a new woman.

Michelle delicately withdrew from my ass and joined me for our own deep kiss, savoring the taste with me. Breaking away, she turned to Tracy and said, "And that, my Dear, is how you fuck a man in the ass."

To be continued...



The Friday Setup Ch. 03



[There is some mild non-graphic enema play in here, please be warned if you'd rather avoid that kind of thing.]

* 

What started out as a simple plan to see if my allegedly semi bi-curious wife would actually take the chance to play with a girl had unfurled into something far beyond that. I had just been on the receiving end of one of the greatest sexual workouts of my life.

Michelle had teased me on Friday night that my real punishment would come on Saturday. What I got instead was a tag team reward from the ladies for being sneaky enough to get them together and light their fuse. Boy did they deliver! The expert pegging by my wife, coupled with Tracy's overwhelming blowjob, had been mind-altering. Afterwards, we had all collapsed in a heap.

As soon as I had the strength, I excused myself to take a quick shower to clean up a bit, leaving Michelle and Tracy in bed to recover from the exertion. I left the shower feeling refreshed and somewhat revived. The ladies, I knew, had to be in need of some attention of their own: so far today, it had been all about me. I really owed them one for that!

I wasn't completely surprised when I returned to find that girl time was in full session. The ass-fucking, cock-sucking conspirators were delightfully entangled, crotch-to-crotch, seemingly fighting over the hard plastic head of the Hitachi wand, which was happily humming its orgasmic tune. Why wouldn't it be happy? It was sandwiched between two of the hottest, juiciest pussies on earth, each of which was laboring for its attention. It was a shame that the inanimate object couldn't appreciate the magnitude of the situation or the stunning beauty of the women using it. Oh well. At the moment, it was far more useful to them than I was.

The girls were each propped up on an elbow to gain leverage as they scissored against the lucky toy. Each was grinding her pussy into it for her own pleasure, which had the unintended benefit of increasing the pressure on the other's clit. Whatever their individual motivations were, it was working nicely for both of them.

They were humping, clawing, grabbing and pulling as they ground into each other with all of their might. Michelle toggled the switch to high and the show ratcheted up another level.

My wife was the first to exhibit the trembling approach of an orgasm, which triggered the onset of Tracy's own climax. Their breathing quickened and they involuntarily stepped up the torque of their grinding.

Michelle's was the first to hit and she powered through it by pinning her shoulders into the mattress and mashing the redlined Hitachi into Tracy's succulent snatch. That set Tracy all the way off as well. They arched their backs as they smashed their pussies into each other as hard as they could. Uncontrollable shaking rocked them both and their pussies pulsed with pure orgasmic pleasure.

I could only watch in awe. They looked like one uncontrollable shaking beast. Suddenly, they flew apart violently, unable to bear the contact any more. They were panting helplessly, but overwhelmingly happy.

Ordinarily, I would have been down for quite some time after the fucking that they had just laid on me, but their show had restored a degree of pudginess to my cock which seemed to appreciate that a day like this might never come along again.

The Hitachi always leaves Michelle hungry for the real thing, and miraculously it seemed like I might be able to rally. I knew that I'd need a little help to maintain full hydraulic pressure, so I rummaged for a rubber cock ring and slipped it on.

Michelle reached for me and Tracy rolled to the side content to give us some room. Michelle lifted her hips as I slipped the trusty wedge beneath her.

We assumed the exact reverse position of our coupling not long ago. Her knees were pulled back and I was on my knees between her legs with my cock aimed straight at her sopping pussy.

I drove into her in one powerful stroke. God she was tight. And wet. And hot. It felt awesome as I pistoned in and out of her, and we could have happily kept it up, but both of us knew that this wasn't exactly what she really needed. We enjoyed the deep thrusting for a few more stokes before I broke away and took my turn at asking Tracy for some help.

"Tracy, there's nothing that Michelle likes better than the Hitachi on her clit while I fuck her. Would you be a dream and give us a hand?"

Tracy just smiled as I slid just the tip of my cock back into my wife's snug opening. Tracy placed the Hitachi on low and gently applied it to Michelle's button as I began to slowly rock in and out of her sweet pussy.

I know that Michelle doesn't like to be overwhelmed with dual sensations, preferring to savor one feeling over the other. I also knew that in this situation my cock worked best as a supplement to what the Hitachi could do for her. So I ordered myself to be patient as I slowly rocked just an inch or two in and out of her, letting her enjoy it on her own terms. I knew that it had to feel great. What would be the point in trying to knock the bottom out of her now? I could do that anytime.

Tracy and I let her savor the feelings that every nerve ending down there could provide. Michelle soaked up the vibration as my cock massaged her inner walls. The position allowed me to really focus on driving my cock into and across her G-spot and I used half my length to lovingly work her swollen sponge.

Michelle was getting hotter by the second, and soon enough breathlessly panted, "More."

It wasn't a request. It was more of an instruction.

Tracy looked at me for guidance and I nodded. Our blonde sex aide switched the Hitachi to high while I continued my grooved motion. Michelle was heating up fast and I figured that we might as well take the chance to show Tracy what this treatment could be all about.

I gently reached for Tracy's hand and guided the Hitachi a bit lower so that it was still in contact with Michelle's clit while also vibrating against the top of my shaft. The instant groan that came from deep within Michelle told us that she could now feel the thudding power through my cock as well.

I rocked my rod back and forth, right on her sweet spot. I could feel my cock head swell from the combined effect of the vibration and the cock ring. My thickened ridge was adding to her pleasure as I drove it back and forth across her favorite place. My bride began to tense.

I knew it wouldn't be long now, and sure enough, Michelle dropped her hand and tapped the top of my thigh, cuing me that it was time. I knew what she wanted, so I withdrew completely and stroked my cock for her as she succumbed to the powerful vibrations. I could see her contracting her pelvic muscles, milking herself from within. The fierce look of strain gave away the fact that she was pushing from deep inside. Her legs began to shake, and I knew she was there.

As her climax hit, she bore down even harder with her kegal muscles to heighten the pleasure. A tortured look of painful need and unbridled pleasure and overtook her, and then I saw it: sweet clear cum began to trickle from her pussy. It was slow at first, but when she yielded to the full power of her climax, the trickle quickly turned into a mighty stream of warm, sweet gush that splattered against me.

Not wanting to miss a bit of it, I quickly dropped my mouth to her opening, careful not to distract her by touching her in any way. High-pressure girl juice squirted from her and straight into my thirsty mouth while the Hitachi rattled my nose.

Michelle let the sensation rip through her as I gulped her down over and over. She came forever and must have given me nearly two cups worth. I tried to swallow it all, but it was futile and I wound up getting drenched. I love drinking her gush, but having my face soaked is even better!

As the flow slowed, Michelle nudged Tracy's hand away. She was still cumming, but was on the far side of the curve. I gently sealed my mouth to my wife's pussy and slurped the remaining juices that continued to flow from her, knowing that I could prolong her pleasure if I was careful not to abuse her pussy in its overly sensitized condition.

Finally she could take no more and had to push me away. I rolled in between the girls and let Michelle catch her breath.

"Good one Baby," she finally said, as if I didn't know.

Then she smiled at Tracy and laughed helplessly, "That goes for you too!"

Tracy, who had silently watched the whole thing in shock and wonder, had no choice but to ask, "What was that???!!!"

I gave Michelle a second to respond, but she was useless at the moment, so I answered, "That was a gush-gasm."

"Yeah, I gathered that much. How did she do it?"

"Well," I replied, "you know sometimes when you're about to cum you almost feel like you have to pee?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Well it's not the need to pee you're feeling, it's the need to squirt, and it ain't piss!""

"Really?"

"Sure. It's just that most women mistake the signal and fight it. When the stimulation is right, and you just go with it, it can happen."

"Michelle?" Tracy asked, looking for confirmation.

"The pervert is right," my wife sighed. "We heard stories about girls who could ejaculate and had even seen a few videos. Scott really wanted me to see if I could. It looked like the girls who could do it were cumming really hard, so I wanted to try it, but I was pretty self-conscious about actually peeing on him. To be safe, I went to the bathroom right before we tried and I peed every last drop I could so that I'd be sure that I didn't have to go."

"There has to more to it than that," Tracy pressed.

"Oh yeah. There's a lot more", Michelle continued. "You have to be really in tune with your triggers. Once you decide you want to try to do it, you just have to pay attention to what works for you. It definitely comes from the G-spot, but I'm a clit girl. A little stimulation inside me on the right spot gets that feeling bubbling, but for me, my clit sets it off. Right when I'm about to cum, I can't have anything inside me if I'm going to gush. Some girls can, but for me it just somehow feels like anything inside me is blocking it. I can't explain it. When I'm about to cum, I just like one big thing going on. Otherwise, I just feel overloaded and it doesn't work."

"So how can I get there?" our weekend guest asked.

"Well, for starters, don't pressure yourself to do it. That never works. When you're getting close to cumming, if you get that feeling like you have to pee, don't worry about it, just go with it. Be passive and let it happen, if it will. You won't gush like that at first, but you'll probably squirt a little. Once the squirt starts, your orgasm will take off to a whole new level! I don't know why, but it does. Maybe it's because squirting is natural and you're just not fighting it anymore. When we fight the feeling like we might pee, we're really fighting our own orgasm. Why fight it???!!!"

"But how did you cum so much?"

"Once you squirt, and it actually starts to flow, you're just naturally going to want to push a little, almost like when you pee. Go ahead and push if you feel like it. It'll only make your orgasm bigger and last longer. Once I got the hang of it, I learned how to use my old instinct to fight it to build a real big one. I'm sure it's different for every girl, but like I said, you'll figure your own triggers out. For me, the stimulation on my G-spot feels like that's what's filling my gush tank, if there is such a thing, but it's the Hitachi on my clit that sets me off. That's why I like Scott inside me at first. Then, when I get that I gotta pee feeling, I fight it as long as I can and the pressure just builds. I kegal him hard and just grind him into my G-spot for as long as I can stand it. When I just can't fight it anymore, I have to have him out of me and then I just let go. The second it starts, I bear down hard and the gush flies! The harder I gush, the harder I cum. I just can't have anything in me right then; it only gets in the way."

"Sorry honey," Michelle added apologetically.

"My pleasure Baby. I'm just glad to be there!" I assured her.

"You know I have to try it, right?" Tracy said, more to Michelle than me.

"Yeah, I think I've figured that out about you!" Michelle acknowledged.

"Teach me," Tracy said. It was a request more than an outright pleading, but I could tell that her need was deep. So could Michelle.

"Well, I might know how to gush, but Scott knows how to make a girl gush," Michelle offered.

Whoa! Was she actually going to let me fuck Tracy?

Michelle followed up, "The thing is, you'll have enough to deal with without it being your first time fucking him."

Bummer. The typical guy in me would have loved the chance to fuck the overblown sex bomb right then. Still, that was the first time the notion of me fucking Tracy had even been laid out in the open. I quickly got a hold of myself and resolved not to be greedy. As wild as things had been, there were still lines not to crossed and I was in over my head as it was.

"Do her like you did me the first time you taught me how to squirt," Michelle both ordered and offered.

I was dying to, but I paused to gauge Tracy's reaction.

"Please Scott..." she almost begged.

Chivalry was not dead, so I slowly set to work on the voluptuous blonde. While Tracy had spent a fair bit of time sucking my cock over the course of the weekend (on my wife's orders), it had always been in the heat of an intense three-way romp. This was our first chance to enjoy some relaxed explorations so I took my time. Besides, diving in and attacking her pussy wasn't the best way to coax our guest into the new world of girlgasms.

Laying next to Tracy, I held her close as I slowly traced every curve she had. Michelle moved to join us on the other side and my wife and I cuddled and fondled every inch of the scalding hot blonde. It was soothing and erotic, but somehow not overtly sexual. We all enjoyed the time to relax as became accustomed to feel of our touch. I began to gently nuzzle Tracy's neck as Michelle planted a series of delicate kisses all over her face.

She kissed her check, then her temple, then her forehead and I followed suit on the other side kissing whatever open spot I could find. Our hands continued their wonderful journey everywhere, massaging Tracy's massive tits and caressing her magnificent thighs. Michelle dropped down to worship Tracy's left breast with her mouth and I leaned in for a warm, deep kiss as ours mouths opened to fully enjoy each other.

Tracy was melting for us and I knew there was nothing that she wouldn't let us do. Where was the type-A man destroyer now? Who was this sweet kitten? Only she wasn't a kitten: she was an Amazon sex goddess completely at our disposal, and under our spell.

Sensing that she had relaxed into the moment, I dropped my right hand and began to slowly massage her mound. Now it was my wife kissing Tracy's mouth as I reached for the lube. Tracy was soaking wet, but I wanted her first gush to be velvety slick. Her thighs parted of their own volition giving me full access to her pussy. My fingers worked her plump lips and I could feel the heat inside her core. The goddess purred.

I worked the soft entrance to her moist tunnel with my index and middle fingers as she continued to open for me. Her pussy was tight, but accommodating, and I was enjoying myself as much as Tracy was. My fingers slid deeper and I worked her in and out. God she felt good: such a strong, meaty pussy. An invisible line had been crossed. She was heading down the path to an entirely new kind of orgasm. She wasn't even thinking about it, and that's just how I wanted it.

I massaged her deeply, taking the time to feel every bit of her that I could reach. I wanted to know every inch, curve and juicy crevice inside of her. Her G-spot was painfully obvious. Nearly two inches long, it was almost an inch wide. The rough texture of her wonderful sponge was nicely engorged and firm, yet squishy. I searched for the part that would later drive her insane. Curling my fingers and giving the area a circular pumping rub, her groan told me when I found it. I quickly left it alone, resolving to return when the time was right.

Instead, I treated her to a nice slow twisting finger fuck as she ground her pussy into my hand. Michelle was now kneading both of Tracy's huge tits, taking the time to rub her nipples as well. The stimulation high and low was bringing Tracy along nicely.

She was ready for more and I nodded at Michelle to add the Hitachi. Tracy's eyes were closed as she absorbed it all. Michelle, whose right hand had never left Tracy's tit, flicked the power on low with her left. Tracy sighed as she waited for my wife to apply to buzzing addition.

I slowed the pace of my right hand to give Tracy a fair chance to accept the change in events. She gave a slight jolt at the first touch of the wand, but quickly accepted the new pleasure. With my free hand, I reached for the breast that Michelle had abandoned, and we began a couples' breast massage to complement our work on her pussy.

Tracy took it in stride: not trying to force anything, just letting us give her slow, patient pleasure. I rewarded her by ramping up my pussy work and shifting my focus towards extracting her precious first gush. Much to my surprise, Michelle released her tit, set the Hitachi aside, and reached for the lube. She put her right hand on Tracy's pubic bone and pulled the skin back tight, gloriously exposing Tracy's clit which poked through its little hood. With lubed fingers, Michelle began her own pussy massage, circling Tracy's clit while I worked in and out of her tunnel. Tracy's pussy squeezed my fingers. It seemed that Michelle was on to something.

I slowed my pace and curled my fingers as I probed for the sweet spot that I had filed away. It was easy to find and I started a firm pumping of her sponge, which was now twice as thick as it had been not long ago. "Good girl," I silently thought.

Tracy spread her legs wider and pulled her knees back, giving me unfettered access as she humped herself into my hand. This made Michelle's circular clit massage tough to maintain, so she countered by toggling the underside of Tracy's clit back and forth with two fingers. I could tell that Tracy was picking up the cues that we had spoken about, and I could see her fighting her orgasm off as it continued to build.

I wanted to get her off, so I really started to work in and out of her fast with my fingers while pumping furiously at her G-spot. My wife upped her assault as well, now frigging Tracy's clit at light speed. The grip of her pussy on my fingers tightened even more, and then Tracy surprised me by pushing Michelle's hand away as she continued to crush my driving fingers.

She had to be close, so I zeroed in on the sweet spot and pumped it hard. Tracy was out of control now, moaning, bucking, and rolling wildly. She drove her pussy into my hand one last time with a deep sigh. Suddenly, she froze and her entire body stiffened. Her pussy muscles gave a final squeeze and then quickly relaxed as she let her orgasm overtake her. Juices began flow and as soon as they did, I felt her push. A long groan escaped her mouth and her whole body shook as a geyser went off between her legs. She quickly pushed my hand away and a powerful stream of gush arched high and over the end of the bed. She launched for seconds on end. When her torrent finally dwindled it painted a trail right up the sheets to its place of origin. I don't think the bed could have been any wetter if I had dumped a gallon of water on it. Tracy basked in her newfound glory.

"Oh my God, that was fucking incredible!" Tracy blurted.

"Not bad for a beginner," I grinned.




The Friday Setup



The girls broke apart and Michelle shed the yoga pants (she wasn't wearing underwear) as Tracy tossed her sopping panties to the floor with the squishy thud of a wet swimsuit. The contrast in their pussies was equally remarkable. Both were completely bare, but Michelle's barely there peach slit stood in sharp relief next to Tracy's plump outer lips. 

The girls embraced as Michelle slid her hand around Tracy's waist before settling on the curve of her lower back just above her generous ass. Her other hand dropped down in front and gently grazed the slut's outer lips. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen: my wife intertwined with a gorgeous blonde whom she had just certainly escorted through the most exquisite orgasm of her life. Tracy's leg slowly moved up between Michelle's athletic thighs as she got her first feel of my wife's pussy by running the front of her thigh gently upward along Michelle's tiny slit. 

I was sitting there thinking about what Tracy would look like after another three rounds on the Sybian, when she turned to me and begged, "Again!"

Knowing that she was beyond warmed up, I started her off at four for a few seconds before going straight to five. The room was starting to smell like pussy and I breathed the elixir in deeply. Tracy audibly hummed in bliss with Michelle seated right in front of her. The second I sensed her clit recharging I took it up to six. I could see her pleasure increasing, but with her newfound experience, she was able to endure the deep pleasure much easier this time. Once she acclimated to the intensity, I cranked Tracy up to her previous record level of seven. Once again, her building orgasm was visible, as light trembles began to overtake her. 

I knew that the excruciating climb was part of what made the Sybian so wonderful. Tracy now knew what Michelle had already learned: if she dared to say "More!" more would indeed come. 

With Tracy's pump now fully primed, I launched her to eight. It sounded like the space shuttle was trying to launch from between her legs as she pinned the beast to the floor with her thighs. Michelle reached down and cupped Tracy's cantaloupes before giving them a loving squeeze. When she twisted the beautiful slut's nipples, the rocket flew. Tracy sat bolt upright, every muscle in her body tensed to the maximum as she howled at our ceiling. Then I heard the telltale splatter as she glazed the top of the Sybian. Not wanting to torture Michelle's new best friend, I politely backed the power down. 

Tracy rolled to the floor. 

"I think I peed," she blushingly confessed.

"Not a chance," I assured her as I leaned over and slurped a sample of her gush off the top.

"Delicious!"

She hadn't made it anywhere near a half an hour, but at least she was getting the hang of how things were in our house. 

I knew the girls weren't done because (a) Michelle had to be completely on fire, and (b) while the Sybian can be a clit numbing experience, the vibration has a funny way of engorging a girl's G-spot, making her crave a nice hard, deep fucking after the clitoral fireworks subside. I started counting backwards from ten, and when I got to four Tracy blurted out "That was incredible but I need a cock!"

Staying obedient to my own rules, I smiled and teasingly reassured her, "I know. It's delightfully terrible isn't it?"

Tracy managed a deep, begging groan as she hoped that the desire in her pussy would somehow be crushed. I couldn't fuck her. Michelle needed to know that it wasn't about that, but we couldn't leave our guest hanging either. That would be rude. So I decided to have a little fun while making sure that it was Michelle who remained, at least apparently, in control.

"The thing is, I don't think that Michelle and I are quite ready for that, but if you need a nice thick cock, I'm sure that could be arranged."

"God, yes!"

"So your tight little pussy needs a good deep stretching? I prodded.

"Enough!" my wife snapped, nearly as frustrated as Tracy. "Go pick out a strap-on for me!"

I went to the closet to retrieve Michelle's favorite harness, looped the metal ring over the Czar down to the balls and snapped the ring onto the base. The Czar was a real monster: over a foot of insertable length and nearly two inches thick for the first four inches or so before tapering slightly for nice snug fit that gave a magnificent ride. Perfect for fucking Cum Guzzling Sluts. It would get Tracy's attention nicely.

I returned to find Tracy bent over the edge of the bed face down with her feet on the floor and legs spread. Michelle was kneeling behind her with her hands on Tracy's glorious ass, spreading her cheeks boldly apart as she traced the tip of her tongue from her clit upwards towards her backdoor. As she reached Tracy's sodden entrance she flattened her tongue so that her friend could enjoy the firm pressure and rougher texture. Then, without warning, she speared her tongue as far into Tracy's channel as she could reach and hummed her appreciation into the lucky woman's pussy. As quickly as she dove in, she pulled out and set to tongue fucking Tracy's hole with the intensity of a man about to blow. Tracy was going out of her mind at my wife's onslaught, rocking her hips from side to side and arching her back to meet my wife's thrusts. Just as I though she was going to explode, Michelle backed off and changed gears. 

Michelle kept Tracy's cheeks pinned apart and let her arousal and frustration build for a few seconds before renewing her assault, this time on Tracy's tempting little asshole. She flattened her tongue again and slowly but firmly circled Tracy's rosebud. Tracy was in another universe as my wife patiently continued her anal ministrations. Tracy moaned and quivered, clearly needing that last bit more to get there. When Michelle straightened her tongue and drove it into Tracy's ass, her orgasm exploded. Michelle stayed deep and French kissed Tracy's nasty hole as Tracy's third climax ripped through her. I was starting to think that my wife might actually be bi.

The funny thing about Cum Guzzling Sluts is that three orgasms only makes them crave a fourth, so I was wasn't surprised when Tracy rolled onto her back, slid up onto the bed and announced, "Enough already, FUCK ME!"

Even though I had witnessed the whole thing, the girls didn't seem aware of me until Michelle reached onto the nightstand to retrieve the strap-on that I had selected. Michelle, knowing the depth of our sex toy arsenal, wasn't the least bit phased by the size of the weapon I had chosen. 

Tracy, already beyond half-dazed, didn't quite appreciate the magnitude of the situation until Michelle stood up to slip it on.

"Holy shit Michelle! I can't believe that you can take that thing!"

"Don't be ridiculous Tracy. I wouldn't even try to take this, but I think you'll like it!" she added with a smile.

"But if you don't use it, why do you even..." Tracy asked before cutting herself off. 

Then she turned to me as her slightly perplexed look evaporated and reality settled in, along with a new desire that she hadn't considered before.

"Oh that is hot!" she purred as she laughed at herself for being surprised. After all, it was only forty-five minutes ago that she was about to explain what a Hitachi was to a seemingly vanilla couple.

She turned back to Michelle and once again stated, "I've got to find a guy like Scott."

"Like I said, there aren't many like him, and when they fall into the right hands, they don't tend to be given up!" 

No wonder I'm smitten with my wife. Finding a kinky soul mate is tough to beat!

"Scott," my wife said, "You look ridiculous. Get out of those clothes and get on the bed."

I eagerly complied, as it seemed that my "good boy" behavior might pay off.

Michelle was fully strapped in and reached for the lube, pausing to ask Tracy, "Are you ready?" 

"God yes! Slide that monster into me."

Michelle was generous with the lube and slathered the cock from top to bottom. Even though Tracy was already drenched, Michelle gathered another dollop and massaged Tracy's entrance for a second before sliding two fingers into her pussy to make sure that she was thoroughly prepared. When she felt how swollen her G-spot was, Michelle couldn't help but curl her fingers and pump the engorged sponge a few times. It felt a lot warmer than 98.6 in there. 

Tracy had never been this primed in her life. I knew from fucking Michelle after a Sybian ride that all of the stimulation and blood flow had left Tracy's pussy incredibly tight. She was in for the stretching of a lifetime.

Michelle grabbed our wedge and slid it under Tracy's hips, which presented her abused pussy at an angle that would allow as deep a pounding as Tracy might want.

Michelle, for her part, likes it rough, but she also likes it to build to that from a comfortable start. I was flattered when she positioned her bulbous cockhead at Tracy's entrance and gently pushed the thick head in before pausing to let Tracy acclimate to her girth. She was going to fuck Tracy the way I often fuck her. The cock was huge, but Tracy was ready. Michelle slowly gave her another few inches before pausing again. Tracy's breathing was relaxed and content as she turned inside of herself, clearly enjoying the wonderful stretching of her pussy walls. Michelle withdrew halfway, pausing just long enough for Tracy to miss the feeling, before slowly pushing back in to the same depth which she figured was a bit more than half of what the Amazon sex toy could take.

Tracy was ready for some nice, deep work but Michelle is the type who always wants to have you wanting more until she decides that it's time for the explosive sprint to the finish. She enjoyed the tease as she repeated the same motion over, and over, at her own leisurely pace. 

While Tracy wanted more, and faster, and harder, she couldn't deny that the overall effect was that of ramping up her desire. A minute later, Michelle picked up the pace ever so slightly (as I had done with the Sybian not long ago) without ever allowing Tracy a single inch more of the thick cock that she needed so badly. Tracy was melting for Michelle, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I started to stroke my cock while watching my gorgeous ginger wife patiently saw in and out of the bodacious blonde bombshell. No guy had ever fucked her as well as what she was getting right now.

"You've been a very good boy, Baby. You haven't even tried to touch her," Michelle whispered, turning her attention away from the festivities for a brief moment.

"Thank you Love," I happily acknowledged. "This is all I wanted."

"Well, perhaps you deserve a bit more."

"Tracy?" Michelle asked, almost checking to see if Tracy was even partially conscious of reality as she continued to patiently fuck/torment her friend.

"Yes?" came the dreamy reply.

"Would you be a good little slut and suck Scott's cock so that he'll be ready for me when I'm done fucking your lights out?"

"Mmmm!" she answered hungrily.

"Get up there," my wife directed lovingly, "and be sure to enjoy it because it might not happen again."

That would be too bad I thought, but it didn't seem to be the time to negotiate; so instead, I moved to the head of the bed and kneeled on my haunches next to Tracy as I happily offered my dick to her. 

She turned her head and began to slurp in the head of my cock as Michelle picked up the pace a bit more. The increased tempo simply made Tracy want more of my prick and soon she was sucking half of it into her mouth. 

Michelle was now banging Tracy at a pretty good clip and I knew that Tracy's pussy muscles couldn't possibly be winning the battle of attempting to squeeze Michelle's thick cock at this speed. No way. My wife had already fucked right through her and she was just getting started. 

Tracy gave up her half of the struggle and just let Michelle saw in and out of her tunnel as she reached up and added a twisting hand motion to the wonderful blowjob she was giving me. Michelle was still only giving Tracy a fraction of the depth that she wanted and Tracy took her desire out on me by cramming my shaft fully down her throat. Over and over, she took me from the tip to the base in unison with the fucking she was getting. I was glad that the kneeling position was burning my thighs because the pain is the only thing that kept me from blowing my load straight down her gullet!

Suddenly Michelle slowed her pace to a crawl and Tracy released my cock to regain some degree of composure while she had the chance. I knew Michelle had plans for me, so I was actually relieved and moved away to let my jets simmer down a bit.

Just when Tracy seemed to be on the verge of getting her bearings back, Michelle lurched forward and buried nine inches in Tracy's swollen pussy. A groan of deep satisfaction escaped her lips as she relished the deep sensation she had wanted so badly. Michelle paused for a second to let her savor it before pulling almost all the way out and forcefully driving back into her. Her pace was controlled but she was fucking Tracy with power, and I knew that Tracy was feeling every inch of the larger than life dick as Michelle plowed it into her repeatedly. 

Tracy had her legs pulled back as far as she could to allow my wife complete access to her wanting hole. Michelle somehow maintained the same restrained pace as she reached down and started kneading Tracy's fleshy orbs. That triggered the telltale trembling again. Tracy's legs started to shake and I knew that it wouldn't be long now. Michelle kept it up and had Tracy hanging on the blissful edge for what seemed like minutes before a look of fierce concentration set across my wife's face and she began fucking Tracy as fast and as deep as she could mange. 

They were both struggling for air, their bodies at maximum exertion, as Michelle fucked the beautiful bitch to oblivion. Tracy's whole body clenched as she pulled her knees back to her shoulders and bore down deep to tighten her pussy on Michelle's invading shaft one final time. The orgasm that ripped though her was as complete as it was devastating. She closed her eyes and watched as shimmering flashes of gold exploded across the inside her eyelids while purple pulsed in waves throughout the rest of her body. 

"Have I ever cum in colors?" she happily wondered as the deepest climax she had ever felt ebbed away, leaving her as deliriously spent as she could remember. 

Michelle gingerly withdrew and rolled onto her back next to Tracy who curled up contentedly on her side to enjoy the sensation of being so thoroughly laid. My wife had never looked hotter as I kneeled and leaned over to un-strap the harness.

I needed to bury myself in her, but had to have a taste first. I flipped Michelle onto her back and traced her outer lips with my tongue before giving them each a nice suck. Then I began working my way towards her center, taking the time to tease her smaller inner lips as well. Her juices had been flowing for sometime and it took all of my restraint not to zero in on her entrance, which was what she wanted most. Instead, I focused on her pussy lips as I worked my way up to her swollen clit, which I treated to some indirect circles while denying her full contact. Just when I sensed that she could handle the direct stimulation, I reversed course and switched to shallowly licking the full length of her slit. She hummed her appreciation and I knew enough to stick with what I was doing when she responded like that. When I sensed that she was getting a little too accustomed to the sensation, I upped the pressure and started working deeper into her tunnel. 

Michelle didn't honestly need any foreplay by now, but I was enjoying my time to worship. Knowing that I wouldn't last long when I finally got into her, I knew that I needed to get her on an orgasmic hair-trigger. I got as low as possible, sucking the entire left half of her pussy into my mouth. I flattened the rough part of my tongue against the sweet zone at the bottom of her pussy where the left lip ended and her soft walls began, applied some gentle suction, and began a torturously slow ascent to her clit. Michelle's purr turned into a groan that vibrated into my mouth when I finally got to her clit, turned off the suction, and circled it with the flat of my tongue. She was so turned on that I could actually feel the swollen legs of her clit that extended down from her button along the sides of her pussy. Apparently, Michelle could feel them too, so I repeated the treatment on the other side. I could make out her pulse with my mouth. She was so ripe.

Michelle reached for my head to pull me up. She can get a little impatient when she needs to be fucked. I still had other plans, so I pushed them away, gave her one more wide, slow, firm lick up the middle, and zeroed in on her throbbing clit. Placing my hand on top of her mound, I applied some slight upward pressure to pull her clit tight to her pubic bone. Then I sucked her bundle of nerves into my mouth and held it there while I let my tongue work up and down the underside, licking and sucking it like I like her to do with my cock. As my head bobbed up and down I knew that she couldn't endure much of this. It was always too intense for her. 

"Enough! Get up here!" she both barked and begged.

I couldn't have waited anyway. Michelle pulled her legs up and I slid between them. Supporting myself on my elbows, I sweetly kissed my wife, as my well-trained hips blindly found the familiar spot that positioned the head of my cock at Michelle's receptive opening. With a force quite the opposite of our kissing, I drove all the way into her on one stroke and stayed mashed against her clit. She broke away from the kiss, and clung to my shoulders as she pulled my torso down onto hers. I lowered my head next to hers, ear to ear, and dropped my hands to cup her sweet ass. I rotated her hips slightly upward from below and firmly held them there as I gave her a nice deep fuck. It was more about grinding against her clit that pistoning in and out of her snug channel, and it was exquisite. 

The ragged packets of air that Michelle struggled to get told me that she was ramping up fast. Good thing! I couldn't have been moving in and out more than an inch or two, but I was buried deep, and when I felt her pussy tighten I knew that I didn't have long if I wanted to set her off on my terms. I started squeezing her ass checks in rhythm with the deep grinding, when suddenly it almost felt like there was a vacuum sucking the head of my cock from deep inside her pussy. 

"Holy shit! How does she do that???!!!" I wondered with joy. 

Returning the favor, I slid my index and middle fingers up her ass and began to stroke my cock with them through my wife's thin walls. This only pushed my cock harder into her G-spot. She shuddered and tightened her vice on me. I struggled to drive as deep as possible. I made it five strokes before my first torrent of come shot into her cervix at point blank range, followed by another, and another, and another, and another. Michelle exploded as well, writhing uncontrollably beneath me as I continued to ooze cum into her.

As intense as it was, we both need some breathing room. I rolled to her side, leaving Michelle in the middle next to our equally spent guest. After a few minutes our heart rates subsided and Michelle said to the ceiling, "Tracy, you know he set us up, don't you?"

"Who cares?" she absent mindedly, but contentedly, replied.

"I suppose you're right. It was wonderful by the way."

"My pleasure," Tracy giggled.

Then to me, Michelle added, "You do know that you'll have to be punished, right?"

"Yes Mistress." 

Michelle was still the top. Allegedly.

"And you know what that means, don't you?"

"I think so," I answered as I waited for what was actually a reward.




The Friday Setup



"Good boy," Michelle observed as she mustered her remaining strength and straddled my face.

"Lick it," she commanded. 

"I can't believe this," Tracy panted as another new need entered her mind. "You guys are so hot!

Then Michelle lowered her cum-filled pussy to my face as Tracy watched in awe.

I eagerly sucked her entire pussy into my mouth while tracing my tongue back and forth, savoring our flavor. I probed deeper, searching for the nectar that was buried within. Gravity and a few kegels quickly rewarded me with a giant glob of my own cum that oozed onto my hungry tongue and then into my mouth. After the initial release, I licked and sucked the remaining juices that flowed freely from my bride. Satisfied that that she had been properly cleaned, Michelle released me as I savored my treat before letting our combined prize slide down my throat.

"That's a good boy," my wife reassured me. "We'll talk about your real punishment tomorrow," she added with a hint of mischief.

I couldn't wait!

"I love you so much Baby!"

"I love you too," Michelle cooed.

"I might love you both!" Tracy added.

I pulled up the covers and the three of us drifted off to sleep...