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Bridget said, "That was great guys, now who is going to get me off, I'm the only one who hasn't come yet."
I went for her pussy with my tongue out and ready, but Dave beat me to it, so I
concentrated on nibbling on her nipples. Then I had an inspiration and pulled out her dong shaped vibrator from the night stand drawer and, setting it on high speed, lubed it and slid it into her ass right under Dave's chin. Bridget went berserk and shivered her way through three intense and successive orgasms before she said, "No more, I can't take any more."
It would be a colossal understatement to say that we were all experiencing some degree of exhaustion.
Eventually, we all got into a shower and got cleaned up. By the time Dave came back into the bedroom, Bridget had the covers turned back on our king sized bed and announced that Dave was going to sleep with us that night.
We all three piled lots of pillows up behind us and settled down to watch one of our favorite porn DVD, a bi-MFMF adventure until it was almost 11. And then É well I guess that's another story.
Good night.
Only we didn't say good night. There we sat like three little kids at a sleep over party, propped up on pillows watching a porn video after having sucked and fucked ourselves to exhaustion. I was in the middle, with Dave to my left and Bridget to my right. Bridget squirmed around, trying to get comfortable. At first she put her head on my shoulder, then she laid down with her head in my lap. It wasn't long before she had dozed off, I was sure because even though I
could not see her eyes I could hear her softly buzzing, a sure sign she was
asleep.
The action on the screen was getting pretty hot and heavy. Dave reached behind my head and clamped his big hand on my head, turning it to him and kissed me with surprising passion. His tongue forced my mouth open and invaded that territory. Soon we were both breathing heavily, the movie going unwatched. Dave took my left hand and put it on his erect cock, leading it in an up-and-down motion to let me know he wanted to be jerked off while we were kissing. I was aroused enough by then that I was happy to stroke his hot dick. My own was starting to grow too and was poking into the side of Bridget's head. Dave reached down and wrapped his big stubby fingers around my erect cock and began a slow gentle up and down motion. Naturally, Bridget woke up.
She sat up and said, "Well, it looks like you guys have your own thing going. How's a girl get in on the fun?"
Without loosening my grip on Dave's cock or missing a stroke and keeping his mouth on mine, I reached over beside me and slid my hands down between Bridget's legs. I surprised to find her slit hot and wet. I began to run my fingers
up and down her lips, fingers gliding along the well lubricated lips and then up under the hood of her clitoris. Each time I did that she audibly sucked in air and mewed slightly as she breathed out.
Bridget's hand soon joined Dave's on my cock, matching his rhythm. So there we were, the three of us sitting side by side, each whacking the other off. And it was getting hot and intense. Dave reached down with his free hand and sped up my stroking on his cock as his kiss became more fervent. Our mouths were open, tongues intertwined, lips barely touching; his breath was coming in deep
gasps. Bridget was gasping as well, and as her orgasm took over her body,
her grip on my dick tightened and the speed of the stroke became faster, which was pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm that I knew would send
shudders all over my body.
Suddenly, Dave's cock erupted spraying cum all over my hand, his hand, his belly. Bridget reached over and scooped up big drop off his belly and put it in her mouth, then she scooped up another and put it on my lips which were now free from Dave's passionate kiss. The taste of his cum and the firmness and speed of Bridget's stroking had me rushing to a climax, my hips were bucking and I was gasping for enough air to fuel this passion that had seized me. As my cum tube began to swell, Bridget dropped her head to my lap and finished me off with her tongue. I filled her mouth with my semen as I lurched upward trying to get me dick deeper into her mouth. As I was cumming, Dave had his hand on my balls, gently massaging them. It was intense.
After we all three recovered, we agreed it was time for some sleep. Bridget curled up in her usual ball, snuggled up to me and was soon fast asleep. I felt my self slipping off into a deep sleep.
The next time I was conscious, it was morning, bright sunshine was streaming through the windows. Dave was coming back from the bathroom, Bridget was just beginning to stir beside me. As Dave walked towards the bed, his erect cock swung back and forth with the motion of his steps. Bridget peeked over the edge of the covers and said to me, "I hope it's not me that big thing is hunting I'm hoping it's you."
Dave said, "Doesn't matter to me, but somebody is going to get fucked and soon. He picked up the KY from the night stand and said, "It might as well be you, little man."
My ass was still tender from all the attention he had given it the night before, and I said as much. Bridget immediately said, "Oh, please, baby, I want to see you take that big pole again. It is so hot!" She turned my face towards her then cuddled my face against her bare breasts saying, "Please just once more for me. I'll help you."
As she was saying this, Dave was ramming two lubed fingers into my hole and greasing up his mammoth cock with the other hand. With Bridget's help he turned me onto my stomach, my face on Bridget's tummy right near her navel, and began probing my crack with his dick looking for the hole. It caught on my ring, and before I knew it, he had plunged the entire length of his dick into me.
I raised up my head and said, "Aaaahhh!" It was a combination of pain and
intense pleasure. Dave pushed down on my head, forcing it into Bridget's lap. She spread her legs and wiggled around until my mouth was on her pussy, and began to rub her swollen labia up and down on my lips.
Dave grabbed my hair and began moving my head around on Bridget's pussy, saying, "Go ahead and eat your woman, little man while I plow your tight ass."
Plow he did, with long stabbing strokes pulling almost all the way out then ramming it in. Each stroke seemed to hit my prostate. The result was soaring waves of ecstatic feelings, plus a rock hard cock that was, unfortunately, trapped between my belly and the bed.
Bridget took hold of my ears and guided my tongue right where she wanted it, while Dave had his hands on my shoulders pulling me back toward him on each in stroke. I was getting used on both ends. And loving it.
All too soon, Dave's familiar grunt and intense rutting told me that he was about to come. With three more strokes he was groaning loudly and shoving his dick into me in short, fervent strokes. He plunged his dick into me and just held it there while he trembled. I knew he was shooting his wad in me. But then he pulled out, and turned to go back to the bathroom.
Bridget was still guiding my head up and down and saying over and over, "That was so hot." But then she stopped me, turned around and positioned her head near my crotch and said, "Let's do each other. I rose to my knees and positioned my cock right over her mouth and plunged it in. She gagged slightly, adjusted and began to massage my dick with her tongue while I concentrated on tonguing her clit feverishly. Her hips began to buck as I was starting to plunge my dick into her mouth. We came almost simultaneously.
Suddenly she squirmed out from under me. There was a big drop of cum on her right eyebrow. Pointing to it, she said, "That dropped out of your ass as you were cumming."
"Must be Dave's" I said, "All my cum shot out of my dick and into your mouth."
We collapsed in each other's arms laughing. As we recovering from our silly
laughter, Dave returned from the bathroom once again, and asked "What's so
funny?"
"Just a little inside joke," Bridget answered, "You probably wouldn't even think it was funny."
He snorted disapprovingly at being left out of the joke and began putting on his shirt and then pants.
Bridget asked, "Would anyone care for some breakfast?"
Dave looked at her and said, "Naw, I'll just get a double cheeseburger on the way home." And turned and left, saying "See you guys later."
And he was gone.
"My," Bridget said, " That was rude. Guess he doesn't like the idea of a couple having their own little private laugh."
"He probably thought we were laughing about or at him." I observed. "But if he can't handle it, fuck him."
"Yeah, right, " Bridget said, "Fuck him like he fucked you? Or just a figurative `Fuck him"?"
We launched into new gales of laughter.
"That was one hell of a fuck, wasn't it?" I asked her.
"Yeah, and it looked so hot. You should see the look on your face when he plunges that big thing into you." She added.
"Yeah?" I said, "You should have seen the look on your face when you were riding his pole last night."
"But I only got to ride it once, you got it twice," she said.
"Well, you said you didn't want any this morning, but then, neither did I , you talked me into it."
"Didn't take much persuading did you?" she asked
"I really didn't have much choice, his fingers were in my ass before I could say squat."
"True enough." She said, and then jumped out of bed, her cute little tits bouncing, and said, "I'm going to make us a big breakfast. What about blueberry pancakes and sausages?"
"I've already had a big sausage and so have you, let's do bacon this morning." I said with a grin.
Giggling, she pulled on a robe and headed for the kitchen.
The weeks went by É both of us were deeply involved with our jobs. When the subject of Dave came up, it was usually only some brief mention of private jokes or "big sausages". I was afraid she would get jealous if I suggested having him over again and she seemed to evolve into even avoiding mentioning his name.
The last week of October, Bridget
announced that she had to go to San Francisco for a seminar on the new tax laws. Who said accounting is all dull work?
" San Francisco?" I asked, "Is that the only place they are putting it on?"
" Well, of course not, but there is no seminar here in town," she answered, "Sherry and I talked about it and we both agree, if we have to be out of town for a week, I would like to go somewhere that I will enjoy. I've never spent more
than plane-change time in San Francisco before. So, I'm going to work hard,
eat well and then Sherry and I are going to be tourists for a couple of days before we come back."
"Makes sense to me, ` I agreed. It was nice to know that she would have her friend and co-worker, Sherry, with her. I had met Sherry and gotten to know her on a casual basis. Flaming red hair down to her shoulders, big tits, tight ass and no husband. On the occasions when Bridget has invited her to a Christmas or cocktail party, she always showed up with a different guy.
It was a long week. She wouldn't return until Monday, her plan was to use the week end for her tourist time. When she called home on her first night gone, she asked "You're not out whoring around with Dave, are you?"
"Haven't heard from him." I responded.
" I think the more significant question is `has he heard from you'?" she said
with a hard edge to her voice.
"Haven't called him." I said tersely. This whole conversation was turning sour and I got the definite idea that she either didn't want me seeing Dave by myself anymore or at least without her knowing it.
We let it drop.
Later during the week we had a steamy phone sex session. She said had bought a new vibrator to replace the one she left at home. She suggested I get her vibrator out of the night stand and do my ass with it while we "talked each other off". I vigorously fucked my ass with her vibrator while telling her how I liked licking her pussy, and running my lubed hand up and down my dick. When I came, it shot straight up and then landed in a puddle in my navel. Bridget came twice. The hum of the new vibrator was audible the whole time.
Afterwards she reminded me to wash vibrator well and put it back where I got it.
I didn't ask about Sherry and didn't hear Bridget mention her name.
Monday finally rolled around. I met her at the airport that afternoon. She looked
sexy in a deep red silk pants suit that fit her like a second skin. I knew she'd want to eat dinner somewhere before we went home, but I really wanted to strip that form-fitting silk off her and jump her bones in some dark corner of the airport.
She noticed me ogling her, and looked down at my crotch and said, in her best Mae West voice, "Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"
I chuckled as I held the door for her into the baggage claim area and said, "Well I wouldn't mind finding out what you are hiding under all that red silk" I said, "and conducting an intense examination of what I find."
"Later", she said. Let's get dinner and get home, I need some hot tub time to get the airplane kinks out of my back and legs."
The baggage claim scene was a disaster. The whole flight's luggage was delayed, and then we found that half the bags had been misrouted to Cleveland of all places. Bridget's garment bag made it, but her suitcase was MIA. Since half the people on the flight had similar or worse experiences, we had to stand in line to get a form to fill out. The bad part about standing in line was listening to all the people raging against the airline when all the poor baggage claim agent wanted to do was hand them a piece of paper. As we stood in line, I gently massaged Bridget's bottom through the red silk. She finally made me stop when we noticed a middle aged couple behind us staring at us. The dumpy woman looked outraged, the balding guy had a semi- boner.
Dinner was delightful my lobster was perfect, she had coquille St. Jacque, and the wine was perfect. Sex in the hot tub was measured and pleasant, not frantic and steamy as I had thought it might be. Frankly after her flight, my day and the hour long hassle in baggage claim, both of us were too tired for monkey love.
By the week-end we were back in the groove. Late Saturday afternoon found us sitting on the deck beside the fire pit, sipping martini's and admiring the sunset behind the ridge. It was a stunning view. I remembered our having sex with Dave in the hot tub, and how I felt jealous of Bridget as she rode his long pole. It was hard not to think about how great his long perfectly shaped fuck pole felt sliding in and out of my ass.
"I see you've got the need again." Bridget said.
"Um what's that?" I asked.
"You have that look É you know, the need to get fucked by Dave. I could see the look come over your face when you looked at the hot tub. You must be
remembering that night I fucked Dave in the hot tub, the night you were jealous of me."
"No" I started to lie, but then thought better of it, "I wasn't jealous, well not much and besides I got mine and you got to watch."
"Well I'm jealous of Dave," she said emphatically, " and I think it's time you knew it. I don't like the way you fall under his spell when he gets a hard on which seems like all the time. And I don't like his fucking you bare back and shooting his potentially contaminated seed into you."
Well there it was, out in the open finally. I decided it was not the best time to mention that he had shot his load in her that night in the tub. And that later she had eaten his cum off my face and her own as well.
Bridget put her empty glass down, stood up and said, "Make us another pitcher of martini's and then get naked and get in the tub, I'm going to get a little present I bought us in San Francisco." She walked into the house and I followed as far as the kitchen. She went on upstairs to our bedroom, I assumed.
I made the martini's, poured myself one, stripped down hanging my clothes in the bath house and got into the tub, turning the jets on high.
When she returned she was wearing a light gold nearly transparent peignoir that left nothing to the imagination. Under it she wore only a flesh color thong and high heels. She was carrying a black velvet bag that had a gold braided cord draw string.
She sat the bag down on a bench beside the tub, leaned over me and kissed me deeply, and said, "I've got a grand surprise for you."
"What's that?" I asked.
"You'll see" she said and turned to pour herself another martini.
Then in slow motion, she sipped her drink and gracefully remove her peignoir, her thong and the black patent heels she was wearing. "Stand up" she said.
I arose from the water sporting a dandy erect cock. Her eye brows bounced up and down as she said, "Nice gun, hope you don't need to fire that thing soon."
She reached into the black velvet bag and pulled out what looked to be a ten inch dildo with straps. "This," she said, "is your surprise. But it's not only for you, lookie here" She turned it around and there was a little bud and a six inch
dick shaped dildo on the base. "When I strap this on, this big one fills my
vagina, and the little one rubs my clit, so while I fuck you, I'm getting fucked too."
"And you think you are going to fuck me with that thing?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so," she said with a big grin, "I know I am going to and you're going to love it. I know more about fucking than Dave and I'll show you how good it can be to get fucked by a woman who loves getting fucked."
As she was saying this, she was strapping the dildo on and situating the dick on her side into her vagina and positioning the bud over her clit. "Ahh, that's just dandy," she said with a very sensual smile on her face.
She liberally lubed the ten inch dildo with KY and then handed it to me and said, "Want some for your little rose bud?"
I hesitated, and she added, "You better use some, I might get into this and really tear your ass up."
I lubed up and she turned me around in the tub, pushed me so that I was bent over and stepped into the tub behind me. Standing on one of the flat bench seats, she lined up with my hole quite well, and after two tentative probes, she ran the dildo into my ass, only about half at first. The dildo had a huge mushroom shaped head on it which felt wonderful in my ass.
"Oooh" these little toys on my side of this thing are wonderful!" she said and gave me a strong stroke of the dildo that had almost all of it up my ass. On the next stroke, she bent over and rubbed her breasts on my back. Then she gave me three quick hunching strokes leaving the majority of the dildo inside me, but making the huge mushroom head massage the walls of my rectum.
"How is it for you?" she asked.
"You're doing marvelous," I said between clenched teeth as she shoved the whole thing in and pulled it back to nearly exiting me hole before shoving it in. She knew I liked long strokes, obviously. I would have said more but I was reduced to "Uh, uh, uh" with each stroke.
It was so good, I was lost in the pleasure. She reached around and began to stroke my engorged cock. But the relentless plunging in and out of me was increasing in intensity and frequency. I was in heaven.
Somehow I muttered, or even shouted, "Oh, Dave! Fuck me!"
Without missing a stroke in my ass (nor a stroke into her pussy) she removed her hand from my cock and slapped me hard up side my head, making my ears ring. "Don't you EVER call me Dave again! I'm Bridget! And I'm fucking you better than you've ever been fucked by that rude brute and don't you forget it `little man', got that?"
I was stunned by the slap and said nothing.
"You'd better answer me now little man or you'll never get another fucking like this, or a taste, not even a look at my pussy ever again." She shouted.
"Yes ma'am," I said.
As soon as I said that, her hand returned to my cock and she intensified the stroking of my ass. I could hear her grunting and gasping and knew she was beginning an orgasm. As it hit her she grunted out her words, "Take that É oh how I do I love fucking you!" She was grinding her hips against me with the whole ten inches up my ass, her hand pounding on my dick as she did it. The
combination of the big mushroom head wallowing around deep inside me, the
fullness of having ten inches of hard dildo up my ass, and her stroking my cock made me go over the edge and I began to shoot long streams of hot cum into the air which landed in the water of the tub.
Bridget began a slow in and out motion with the dildo, as she slowly stroked my gradually softening dick. As it retreated to it's flaccid state she stepped up the frequency of the strokes on my ass.
"Uh, Bridget, honey," I began.
"Don't even think about it!" she snapped, "I've only cum once. You're going to get to know what it's like to be a woman and still get fucked even after you have cum."
And she proceeded to pound me with greater and greater intensity until she once again gasped and shivered as a wave of orgasm swept over her.
After she had recovered, she stepped out of the tub, removed the strap on and handed it to me and said, "Here's go wash up your dildo, dry it off and put it back in the bag." Then she put her thin peignoir back on and flounced off into the house.
That was the beginning of my domestication. From that moment on, anytime I want to get fucked, Bridget straps on the dildo and pounds my ass until we cum.
One night after she had dressed for bed, which is to say, she was undressed wearing only a T-shirt, she pulled out a vibrator. "This is the one I bought in San Francisco in the same little porn shop where I bought your dildo."
" Where was this porn shop?" I asked.
"Oh, over in the adult book store district, I don't know what they call it."
"You went there all by yourself?" I asked, shocked at her boldness.
"No, silly," she said, impishly, "Sherry went with me! It was an adventure for both of us."
"Sherry saw you buy that dildo?" I asked, amazed at what I was learning. But that was nothing compared to what was to come.
"Yeah, you should have seen what she bought" she said nonchalantly.
"What did she buy?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
" Well let's see. A vibrator like this one, a dildo like yours, and a double ender"
" What?" I was flabbergasted. "And what's a `double ender' ?"
" A double ender is a long dildo that has a cock head on both ends. Two girls
can enjoy is at the same time."
"Two girls, huh. Is Sherry É "
" Not exclusively, she's bi, but says she usually finds sex more satisfying with
women. I don't agree, but that's her story."
" Agree? You've tried both?" I was getting one hell of an education, I thought ,but there was much more.
" Sure. Did with Sherry while we were gone. That double ender got a work out one night."
" You mean you were off muff diving with a co-worker while you were lecturing me about Dave?" I felt my resentment rising.
" Sure did. She even helped me get off with the vibrator when you and I were
talking each other off that night. And after we were through, she ate me to a magnificent orgasm as a night cap."
I was boiling. "Well it sounds like Sherry knew a whole hell of a lot more about me than I knew about her before now."
"And she thinks you are cute. I'll bet she would like to strap one on and fuck you." Bridget had her cutest coy look on her face now, inviting me to answer with batting eyes.
" Fuck me? Like you do? Why would she want to do that?"
"Oh, I don't know, she would if I asked her. I thought it would be fun to have her fuck you while you fucked me."
I could see her plan now. She was setting us up for a three some with her lover. I was beginning to be intrigued. "Well," I said, calming down from my boiling anger peak, " that might be interesting. Maybe some day."
"How about Saturday night?" Bridget asked. "That's when she is coming over for dinner."
"Sounds like it's a done deal," I said.
"It is, so get ready for a new experience," she said.
Saturday finally arrived. I had spent the day clearing the last leaves from our yard and then watching college football on television. Bridget spent the afternoon in the kitchen preparing sauces, a fancy dessert and fussing with the table.
About five PM, Bridget casually said, "Have you showered yet?":
"Just getting ready to go upstairs for a quick one." I replied.
"Well why don't you take one of those great big enemas, too so there will be room for that big dildo?" she asked.
"What for? Are you sure she will even want to get naked with us let alone invade my rear end with a strap on?"
"I know she wants to get in your pants, sweetie. And I want to watch your face as she fucks you and I wrap my pussy around your prick." Bridget said in her sexiest voice.
When the door bell rang about six thirty, I was cleaned inside and out and
dressed up in a white silk shirt and winter white merino wool slacks. Bridget was all in black É cashmere and silk sweater and matching Capri's. I had opted for no underwear and I was sure she was wearing only half of her underwear, her nipples were erect against the cashmere cowl neck sweater she was wearing.
Bridget went to he door. When she opened it, Sherry was a vision to behold. Her red hair was arrayed around her shoulders on a forest green sweater that hugged her 38D's tight. Her camel hair slacks fit her bottom as though they were sprayed on. Bridget started to hug her but it turned into a kiss that obviously involved swapped spit and tongues. Bridget came away from the kiss with color springing to her cheeks and a quickness in her breathing.
"Where's mine?" I asked, jokingly.
Without a moment's hesitation, Sherry walked up to me, put down the bottle of wine she was carrying and kissed me with her full lips wide open and her tongue invading my mouth. I sprung some instant wood.
As we parted, she looked down and said with a knowing smile, "Well it's nice to see that the kiss had the desired effect."
Bridget took the wine, a bottle of Pouilly Fuisse, appreciatively and said, "I'll put this on ice so that it will be ready for the fish course." She was doing a classic five course Italian dinner tonight. As she passed me, she patted me on the dick and said, "Take five, Mr. Happy, there'll be plenty for you to do later." Sherry
looked on with a smile on her face and the tip of her tongue showing between her teeth.
She walked over to me, arched one eyebrow, and said, "I enjoyed listening to the tape of you and Bridget talking each other off with the vibrators going. We played it back while I was eating her. Did she tell you?"
Her directness surprised me so much that I was almost at a loss for words. But I managed to fumble and get a few words out, "Uh, oh, yeah she did. It's just that I didn't know you were in her room at the time."
"Her room? " sherry said, "It was our room and our bed for a whole week. I really didn't want to give her up at the end of the week. I suspect that if I had a dick like yours, I wouldn't have had to give her up. She's quite a woman, you're lucky to have her."
I was adjusting to this new boldness in our conversation and said ,"And you can bet I know how great she is."
"Is that why you go out looking for a fucking by a lumber jack or whatever the hell this Dave guy is?"
"Er, no, it's just that sometimes I get this um, well a need." I mumbled.
Bridget popped back in the room, heard my answer and volunteered, "Since I bought that strap on in San Francisco, the one that is bigger than Dave's dick, he doesn't seems to want to go anywhere but our bedroom"
Sherry looked at me with a crooked sort of smile and said, "I'm looking forward to making you holler tonight , little man."
There was that damned phrase again.
"Little man, she repeated, "That is what Dave calls you isn't it? I'm going to ride your ass like a rented mule and probably smack your butt cheeks, too. But in the meantime, I'm going to expect you to give Bridget one great fucking, too."
It was sounding like the girls had already met and planned this whole evening. I said as much, adding, "It's nice you let me come along for the ride. No pun intended."
I sat through an amazing Italian dinner É a hot and cold antipasto, farfalle with vodka cream sauce, baked grouper, beef tenderloin and crme brulee. It was obvious that the meal was for Sherry's benefit. They chattered back and forth occasionally throwing me a conversational bone. On two occasions my involvement in the conversation had to do with other men's dicks.
After dinner, Bridget led us into the den where she already had a coffee pot set up, switched it on and poured us each about three fingers of brandy. Sherry asked if there was cream for the coffee, and as Bridget left the room to get some, she put her hand between my legs and fondled my balls.
"Nice set, Kyle," she said, If I were Bridget and I caught you fucking some guy, I'd probably cut them off. But she says he is especially crafty with his equipment, even if he is a little crude overall."
Just as my dick was starting to get hard, Bridget came back into the room with a cream pitcher, and asked, "And what, may I ask, is going on." From the tone of her voice, it was difficult to tell if she was kidding or not.
"Oh, just checking out his balls. I told him if it were me instead of you, he'd be balless after I caught him off fucking some guy."
"Well after I got fucked by him and watched him fuck Kyle, I understand the attraction" she said as she held her hands about nine inches apart.
Bridget strolled over to me, put her hand on my crotch, and said, "It feels like he enjoyed being checked out. "
"Did she get you a little aroused, sweetie?" she cooed. All the time she was stroking my shaft through my clothing. Let's get it good and hard and then we'll pull it out and surprise Sherry, what do you say."
"I'm not sure I have a say in anything that goes on tonight," I said noncommittally.
We sipped our coffee, sipped our brandy as Bridget fondled my dick through my pants. As my dick grew and strained against the fabric of my slacks, I was getting uncomfortable. Sensing that, Bridget suddenly unsnapped my pants, pulled the zipper down and let them fall to the floor, exposing my seven inch
rock-hard cock. It was looking straight at the ceiling.
"Ohh, what a nice toy you have there, Bridget," Sherry said.
Bridget waved my erection in Sherry's direction and said, "You want to play?" Sherry strolled over as though she were checking out a dress on the sale rack at Bloomingdale's. She took my dick in her hand, gave it a couple of strokes, then bent down and licked my slit clean of pre-cum.
"Nice taste, little man, " was all she said.
Bridget poured another brandy for all three of us and said, "Let's go upstairs to the play room."
Leading the way she put a little extra switch in her back side. Sherry snagged her hand bag from the living room and was quickly right behind her, with one hand on her left cheek. I pulled my pants back up and followed along.
When we entered our bedroom, Bridget set about lighting candles all over the room, turned off the lights and then opened the night stand drawer and pulled out the big dildo. Sherry opened her large handbag and pulled out another one that was a duplicate of Bridget's. They began removing their clothing, and Bridget hung both hers and Sherry's in her closet.
Next they turned to me and starting pulling my shirt over my head without even unbuttoning it and dropping my pants again. As I stepped out of my pants, Sherry pushed me back on the bed and knelt to remove my shoes and socks. Then she put her mouth over the head of my dick and gave it a thorough tongue lashing.
Just as I was starting to get into her attentions, Bridget came over and laid down beside me. She spread her legs and looked at me and said, "Come on stick that thing in me. Sherry stepped back and pulled me up.
I stood at the side of the bed and positioned the head of my tool right at the opening of Bridget's pussy. Before I could enter her, I felt Sherry running her lubed up finger into my ass. I looked over my shoulder and saw that she was strapping on the ten inch dildo, adjusting the one on her side so that it fit up into her vagina.
Things started happening fast then. She pushed my hips so that I entered Bridget in one smooth motion, then spread my ass cheeks with her thumbs and put the big mushroom head of the dildo on my anus. With one thrust the lubed dildo, all ten inches surged into me. There was a momentary twinge of discomfort, followed by that familiar rush of pleasure as my ass was instantly filled. The force of her attack on my ass rammed my dick balls deep in Bridget. We both gasped for air as Sherry began twisting and turning as she rammed the dildo in and out of me. Each time she shoved it in, the momentum sent me deep into Bridget. As I wriggled to get the maximum effect out of the fucking she was giving me, it made my dick do interesting new things to Bridget's pussy, as fact she pointed out in gasps and moans.
Sherry's hips were slapping into my butt cheeks and my balls were swinging and banging into Bridget's butt cheeks.
"Whack!" it was a wide open hand slap on my ass cheek.
"Ow," I said, "What was that for?"
"Just to keep you focused on pleasing your woman" she said.
Bridget's eyes were glazed over, her legs lifted, her toes pointing towards the ceiling.
"Take hold of her legs and help her keep them up in the air, little man" Sherry shouted. "Let her get the fullest enjoyment out of this. As I took hold of her legs, she began to shout, "Oh my God! I'm cumming!"
As she said this, Sherry reached around me and fumbled for Bridget's clit, giving it a massage as her vagina contracted around my dick. I was getting near myself. But I got another whack on the ass, and Sherry said, "Don't even think about cumming now, little man. That's only one. She deserves at least two or three." And then she gave me another long stroke with the dildo and began to gasp and sputter as her own orgasm flooded over her.
As she came, she put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me back from Bridget, making my dick slide out of her love tunnel. She forced me head down on her slit and then proceeded to use her grip on my shoulders to pound me even harder. This went on for a blissful eternity it seemed, with Bridget howling in ecstasy again.
With no way to even reach my dick, I was focusing on the smell and taste of Bridget's hot pussy and the ramming my ass was taking and hardly noticed when a huge orgasm sneaked up on me and soon I was shooting long strings of cum against the side of the bed. An "air cum" as good as many contact orgasms I've had.
Bridget said, "Did you just cum?"
I nodded and said "Um hum" into her pussy.
"Don't stop fucking him, Sherry until you cum again. He's learned what it's like to be a woman and have to put out even though he is satisfied."
It wasn't long before Sherry screeched loudly and fell onto my back panting. My ass was burning, the lube having worn out long before Sherry finally reached her screaming orgasm.
At the same time Bridget was right in the midst of another orgasm. Hearing Bridget's moans of passion, Sherry pushed me aside leaving the dildo in my ass and plunged her face into Bridget's crotch slurping for all she was worth.
I stood there, exhausted, my limp dick hanging down and still drooling cum, a dildo stuck in my ass with the harness hanging down almost to my knees, watching Sherry eat my wife's pussy. And enjoying watching.
Sherry laid down on the bed next to Bridget and pulled her into a kiss. Bridget rolled over on top of her and ground her crotch into Sherry's.
I stood there helpless, pulling the dildo out of my tender ass. As I watched, my dick was quickly coming back to life and I wanted to get off again. I stepped up to Bridget's backside, intending to enter her from behind. But she deftly grabbed my dick and stuffed it into Sherry's pussy as she lay atop her. Hearing no complaints from Sherry, I began to work my dick into her. She was warm and wet beyond belief. After three or four strokes, Bridget reached back, took
my dick from Sherry pussy and positioned it at her asshole and told me to
shove it in.
She didn't have to tell me twice. As I was working it into her up to the hilt, Sherry slid Bridget down off the bed so that she was standing a the edge of the bed, my dick totally rammed into her. Then Sherry slid off the edge of the bed and proceeded to lick and slurp Bridget's clit, while I reamed her ass. I didn't last long. When I began to grunt and cum, Sherry pulled my dick out of Bridget's ass and swallowed me completely, taking all of my cum, ass flavor and all.
When I had finished, she sat up, wiped her mouth with her fingers and said, "Thanks." She had a big ass smile on her face and her lipstick smeared all over her full pouty lips.
Bridget lay on her stomach gasping. I was weak-kneed and Sherry just sat there on the floor, slowly fingering herself.
"That, my friends was fan-fucking-tastic!" she proclaimed loudly..
After we recovered enough to walk, the girls went off to Bridget's shower, I went to mine and we all next appeared in the kitchen sitting around the bar, drinking brandy and reliving our little orgy, blow by blow, with plenty of compliments for
everyone.
About one AM, Sherry said good night and went to the guest room, leaving Bridget and I to clear the table, load the dishwasher and go to bed curling up naked in each other's arms. It had been an intriguing night full of exhausting, passionate sex, but no love-making. Or at least I thought not.
When we awoke the next morning, Sherry was gone. But there was a note thanking us for dinner, great sex, and a little message to me, "I'll be glad to fuck you any time you get The Need little man."
When Bridget read that part, she said, "maybe we will have her back again, if she gives blow jobs as well as she eats me É oh my are you in for a treat! If not, you can always sample both of us and see who fucks you the best."
That was an intriguing prospect, a "battle of the dildo's" right here in my bedroom.
The next Thursday night we were driving to a little club on the east side of town to hear a jazz trio that featured a former co-worker of mine on piano. On the
way, we passed our city's largest and fanciest adult book store/peep show
palace. I looked at all the cars in the parking lot.
"Ever been there?" Bridget asked.
"Yeah once or twice," I said nonchalantly.
"What did you go there for?" she asked, " A blow job?"
"Well," I began, but she cut me off.
"Aren't my blow jobs good enough for you?"
"Actually, Bridget, I went there once when I wanted to suck some cock anonymously." I blurted out.
" You guys! She exclaimed, " You do the strangest things. Well in the future, if you get the urge, you take me with you and I'll select which cocks you do or don't suck. If it looks nice enough, I might even join you. I want to see what's the big thrill of sucking some stranger's cock"
That night after we had enjoyed one full set of my friend's band, on the way
home, Bridget suggested we stop at the adult book store, "just to look it over."
It was a whole lot more than a "look over".
But that's another story.
Eventually, I'll get around to writing that one too.
In the meantime, if you want to slam me for plot errors, typo's that me and my
spell checker didn't catch, or tell me to write more É send the email to:
Slickster3x@hotmail.com. Be gentle. Or give it to me roughly, I can take it either way.
Yeah, I know it's a really lame email address, but I was feeling quirky one Tuesday afternoon at work and set that account up. I'm stuck with it now.
In response to many inquiries, "No, Bridget is not my wife, girl friend or sometime lover. In fact she doesn't exist, would that she did. Bridget is a composite of several women, and some I wish I did know."
Dave, on the other hand, is an abstraction of a guy with whom I have had many steamy sex sessions; a lot of Dave's actions and preferences are drawn from those of my "friend' with the big dick and very accomplished fucking skills.