“Oh, c’mon! I can’t do that.”
“Go greet James with your lil’ pecker pokin’ out? Sure, you can, and you wouldn’t be fooling him in any event unless you change your pants too, with the wet pussy print on the front of your slacks.” I wasn’t bluffing. Around the base of his cock where it projected out of his open fly, was a near-perfect imprint of my sex, the light gray of his suit darkened to charcoal by my juices where he’d held himself against me, his cock buried deep as he tried not to come. “If that doesn’t say you like to rock out with your cock out, I don’t know what does!”
“Hey, watch who you’re callin’ little!” He bent forward to see. “Well fuck! I guess these will need to go to the cleaners. Although I do kinda love the way that looks!”
“I think you should wear them to work like that, make your coworkers jealous.”
“I’d probably have to do a lot of awkward explaining.”
“That might be fun, huh? C’mon, you lead the way, Rhino-boy; I don’t want to get gored if I stop suddenly.”
He laughed, but led on. Partway to the door, he stopped. “Wait! Why am I the only one exposed while you’re all covered up? I’m sure he’d rather ogle you.”
I flipped up the front of my skirt, flashing him my smooth, bare pussy. “It’s just me under here, remember? If your cock starts to scare him away, I have this to lure him back.”
“Yeah, that’ll work.” He started up but immediately stopped again. “You have to promise to get him out of his pants too, and quickly. I don’t want to be the only one with my junk hanging out.”
I reached down and tickled the underside of his ball sack, and he moaned softly. “Okay, first, your junk is doing the exact opposite of ‘hanging’. I’ve seen you hanging, and this ain’t it! Second, did you have any doubts? You really think you have to tell me to get his cock out where we can admire it?”
He grinned. “Good point – whatever was I thinking?”
“I’ll forgive you. Like I said, a lot of your blood supply is currently not available to operate your brain, you poor thing – now just go, and quit stalling!”
As we continued out onto the front porch, Richard penis-pointing the way, we found James down on one knee at the bottom of the steps, a small package on the ground beside him, and all three dogs swirling around him like piranhas on a chicken carcass. He was laughing and roughhousing with them, and they loved it.
He glanced up before asking, “Who’s the newbie here? You guys get another dog?”
I responded, “No, that’s our friend Walt’s dog, Darwin. We’re taking care of him while Walt is out of town. You’ve probably met; Walt lives just a couple of miles up the road.”
He snapped his fingers as he rose to his feet. “That’s where I know him from, and why he knows me. He’s one of my route fur-buddies. No wonder he was so friendly.”
He looked up, shading his eyes from the sun, which was behind us. I saw his gaze linger momentarily on Richie’s erection, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he tossed me the small box, which I fielded expertly as he said, “Here’s your package, gorgeous.” Only then did he address Richard, waving a hand at his groin. “And oh look, there’s yours! You know, a lot of my customers are happy to see me, especially if they’ve been waiting for something, but most of them aren’t quite that happy.”
Richie laughed. “Entirely her idea.”
“I would have put money on that. It’s a good look for you, though.”
I giggled. “And just a few minutes ago, that thing was buried way inside of me, which is an even better look for him.”
“Oh, sorry; did I interrupt something?”
“No, we were just playing. We’ve been teasing and edging ourselves for a few hours now, and even more since he got home.”
“Fuck, you know, me too. I’ve been touching and playing, and at least semi-hard all afternoon, which has earned me a couple of new admirers, I think. Those two guys in that log two-story at the turnoff at the bottom of the canyon – gay, right?”
I laughed. “Edward and Brian? Yeah, very gay, cool guys, both funny as fuck, and Brian is a master chef, so they throw some great parties. They enjoy your bulgy pants?”
“Pretty openly, yeah, seemed to. Leaves me a little flustered.” James is almost terminally straight, although he has begun to explore his mild curiosity a little bit with us, able to handle and appreciate Richard’s laid-back bisexual style.
“James, they’re fine with you being straight; they’re just admiring the view. No pressure.” He shrugged, and I went on, “Besides, you just might find something new to enjoy…”
“Unlikely.”
I decided to nudge just a little. I ran my fingers up Richard’s cock, wetting them with my remaining juices before going down the steps and pressing them to James’ lips. He recoiled just slightly before I reminded him that he was tasting me, at which point he licked my fingers.
“See, now if you wanted more of that, Richie would be happy to let you lick it off him.”
“Or I could just go straight to the source.”
I laughed. “You could, and I expect that you will, but first…” I went back up a couple of steps, kneeling on the second one down and motioning Richie over to me. I grabbed his balls and pulled him close so that I could lick and suck at his steel-hard cock, gathering my remaining juices and making sure my lips were slippery, puffy, and redolent with the scent of my sex. Richie had backed away from his climax just enough that he wouldn’t suddenly launch his load, so he allowed me to enjoy myself for a few extra moments.
I got a pretty nice dose of my husband’s precum for my efforts, which added to the slippery concoction I was collecting in my mouth, and when I let Richard’s cock slip free, I returned to James and pressed my lips to his, pushing the precious and delicious slippery mess into his mouth. The fact that he resisted not at all, no qualms about kissing the lips that had just been wrapped around another man’s cock, or about receiving the saliva/pussy juice/semen combo, instead sticking his tongue in my mouth, where that cock had so recently been, told me that he wasn’t totally against some shared male intimacy. Still, I knew we’d have to take it slow and easy.
As we kissed, my hand was busy with the zipper of his thin and well-worn uniform pants, and in no time, I had my hand inside and wrapped most of the way around his swelling cock. While it was still bendy, before it could get too big, hard, and unwieldy, I worked it out of the opening and into the great outdoors, where it would have plenty of room to grow. I went in after his balls, and that heavy set soon joined his gorgeous cock in the sunlight.
While I was on that quest, his arms around me, his hands on my back slipped lower until he could grip my ass cheeks and pull me against him. He’d managed to slip them beneath my short skirt so that his hands were squeezing tender, bare ass flesh, and I heard him grunt appreciatively when he realized that his fingers had encountered no panties of any variety.
Shortly thereafter, I too grunted appreciatively when his fingers found first my tight little star, which he stroked and teased, and then my hot, slick, and receptive pussy, where he pushed two fingers slightly into me. As I tend to do in such situations, I leaned forward and pushed back to take as much of what he was offering as I could, and he laughed.
“You are so fucking horny! God-dayum, Richard, how do you keep up with this?”
My husband snorted. “Huh! It ain’t easy, but where there’s a will…”
I glanced up at him, knowing that there was no danger of his erection fading while he was watching me play with James. He was looking at the box James had tossed me, which I’d noticed was addressed to me, although I had nothing on order that I could think of.
He laughed suddenly. “Hey, I just realized, this might be a partial answer to your question. This is for you, Rayney, a little present I thought you might enjoy.”
At that moment, I had James’ cock in my hand and was about to kneel to better admire it – and suck on it, of course. “Is it urgent that I open it, or can I enjoy this present first?”
My husband wisely set the box aside for the moment, realizing that whatever it was could wait a few minutes in favor of live action. I knelt at the foot of the stairs so that James’ junk was at eye-level, and thoroughly enjoyed the view. He’s a big guy, well over six feet tall and of muscular build, but even at that, his endowment was slightly disproportionate to his body size, his cock bigger and thicker than you might expect (or have any right to expect!) and his balls like two Grade-A extra large eggs in their bulging, supple brown sack. It’s a super-masculine package, lovely to look at, lovely to hold, and sets off all the right flutters, sparks, and hot spots in my body every time.
And really, that’s a big part of the thrill of a large cock for me, the way it looks, the weight of it, the way it feels in my hands, in my mouth, or on my body, the way he shows it off, and while I won’t say that having him enter me and take me is not wonderful – it is, intensely, shockingly so – the lead up to it, enjoying the feel, look, scent, and taste of his sex, along with his quick wit, gentle nature, and fun-loving personality is well more than half of the equation, maybe as much as ninety percent. But that cock… oh my, that cock!
He was about half-hard by then, growing firm, thick, and rubbery with fullness, his silky soft and supple foreskin sliding back just enough to expose the brownish-purple nose of his cock, its narrow slit slick with his lube in anticipation. I’m always surprised at how his cock and balls appear slightly darker brown than the rest of his body, which is a rich, soft medium brown of… I don’t know. Hickory? Espresso? Chocolate? He’s not black-black, not like some of the sub-Saharan races of Africa, not nearly that dark, but very definitely of African descent, the influence of past mixed Caucasian genetics, if any, quite muted.
I don’t know – and in truth, it didn’t matter. He doesn’t refer to race much and doesn’t hyphenate, just going with the simple “American” when a descriptor is needed. He’s probably like us, except that where we’re a Heinz 57 mix of mostly European ethnic groups, he’s a Heinz 57 of mostly African. He’s beautiful to Richard and to me, and a cool guy and a very special friend.
Now, as I lavished attention on his cock and balls, he groaned appreciatively. Astonished anew at the size and weight of his balls (a part of the male anatomy that I think is often under-appreciated and gets short shrift), I relished fondling them and licking each individually. I was lubricating madly, hyper aroused by the assault on all of my senses, and I could feel my juices trickling down my inner thigh beneath my skirt. I took him into my mouth – as much as I could, anyway, which is not all that much, and felt the trickle approaching my knee.
Richie is actually the better cocksucker of the two of us when it comes to large cocks, able to take more of them and somehow control his gag reflex, something I’ve never mastered. James seems to appreciate his more advanced skills, but until now, only when the two of us are tag-teaming him. Even at that, though, I don’t think anyone is taking him down their throat all the way; he’s simply too thick.
Playing with his foreskin with my tongue is something we both enjoy, and I engaged in some of that now, enamored of the sensual soft silkiness of that little chewy bit, something Richard does not possess, having been circumcised shortly after birth. It’s not important to me that he doesn’t, of course, it really makes no difference at all when it’s buried inside of me where I can’t feel it anyway, but it is a bit of a special treat when I get to play with one – sort of like Richie enjoying a larger pair of breasts when Gina comes over to play, something he doesn’t have with me!
After a few gentle nibbles and tugs at his foreskin, I released him, lifting his now fully firm cock and letting it lie across my face as I bent under to lick his balls. I only vaguely registered the sound of a car going by on the distant road until Richie said, “Move along, folks, nothing to see here, just my sweet wife sucking off some ludicrously hung rando on the front porch… Oh fuck, they’re stopping! I don’t believe it.”
I turned and looked, and he was right; a white SUV had stopped in the roadway straight out in front of our house, apparently for a closer look – and there I was, sideways to them, kneeling in front of James, his cock, wet with my spit, still in my hand and against my cheek! Richard, too, was proudly on display, his cock rigid and pointing at the vast blue sky.
Both guys turned, maneuvering so that their backs were mostly turned to the road, and as they did, I started laughing. “Oh, that’s classic! No egos on you guys, assuming they stopped to ogle your manly magnificence. Look!”
An enormous bull elk had stepped out of the alders of the creek bed, where he’d been hidden from us, and into the roadway – the driver had luckily been alert and stopped in plenty of time – accompanied by two smaller cows. It was the male we’d named Hercules, the king of the elk in our area and one that we see quite often, a huge bull that dominated his lesser challengers every year. Right now, his antlers were still filling in for the coming rut in the fall, still in velvet, and while he had a large spread it even now, it would grow truly magnificent by the time he’d rubbed the velvet off and was ready for battle, his body coursing with excess testosterone, almost violently horny.
James laughed. “Yeah, guess we weren’t worth a stop after all.” He looked at Richie. “And some rando? That’s all I am to you, is some rando?”
“Well, in terms of some guy pulling up in his pickup and my wife giving him head in the yard. I mean, you know, she does that kind of shit all the time.”
Now it was my turn to laugh – and object! “Oh, you are so full of crap! Don’t listen to him; you’ll never just be some rando to me. Now c’mon, and let’s take this inside before a car with a bunch of sharp-eyed kids in it comes by, without any elk to distract them!” The three elk had meandered on across the road, and the car moved on.
James and I were side-by-side on the stairs, and I instinctively reached out and grabbed his cock, because they’re not only lovely to look at and lovely to hold, but also an excellent handle!
I led him up the steps, and at the top, got a similar grip on my husband with my other hand. I couldn’t help but notice the girth disparity, but I didn’t say anything. Richie thoughtfully snagged the box James had delivered from the chair where he’d placed it as I led them in.
Lest you think that men being led around by their dicks is just a metaphor for how easily they are drawn in by promises of sexual gratification, let me assure you that it works at least as well in practice; both big, strong men followed along like docile puppies. Then again, the fact that I was squeezing their cocks probably hinted at sexual gratification at some point as well, so…
Once the door closed behind us, Richie handed me the box, which I reluctantly had to release the two impressive organs to accept. “Open it, hon! I think you’re really going to like it – I hope so, anyhow.”
I started tugging at the box flaps, trying to break the tape, but James quickly retrieved a box cutter from his pocket (the man is well-equipped in more ways than just the obvious one, clearly) and slit it for me. I pulled out some packing bubbles to expose a smaller fancy box labeled ‘Lelo’, and I smiled. I know what Lelo is: a company that makes high-end, creative, and expensive sex toys. I had one Lelo toy, a very effective wand-style vibe that is effective on both of us, used solo or together, so I was intrigued to see what my husband had cooked up for us this time.
The box was labeled Enigma Wave, and what it contained was what looked like a bulbous, slightly disfigured question mark in jet black, with a shimmering metallic iridescent panel on one side. The control buttons were on the larger of the two bulbs, which seemed to indicate that part was meant to remain outside the body, while the somewhat smaller bulb (but still a decent size) was obviously intended for internal use. Just around the curve from internal to external part was a round, raised opening that had sort of suction-cup or finger-grip look to it.
It was easy to surmise (for me, at least, but this was not my first rodeo) that the smaller bulb was meant to slide into man’s favorite part of the female anatomy, which would place the mysterious little round cup pretty much right at clit level. Intriguing – and also gush-inducing, as I felt another trickle of my juices sneak down my thigh. And bear in mind, I did not yet know what was enigmatic about it!
I’d taken it out and was holding it in my hands, James looking on, when he said, “What the fuck is that thing?”
Richie didn’t miss a beat. “Hedge trimmer – Rayney has wanted one to trim up some shrubs around the meadow.”
James said, “Bullshit!” as I suppressed a giggle.
“Don’t listen to him. It’s a coffee warmer – you hang it over the edge of your cup, with this smaller arm down in the coffee, and push this button, and it heats up. It’s good for sitting outside when it’s chilly.”
He looked at me suspiciously. “Really?”
I laughed. “No, not really. It’s a sex toy, silly man, and looks like a fun one – and expensive, unless I miss my guess.” I knew that Lelo items didn’t come cheap, but had a reputation of being worth it when measured in orgasms.
Richie nodded. “About a couple hundred.” I knew that meant it was well more than that. He went on, “But the reviews were fantastic, and I read ‘em all – good reading by the way! Some of these women give very graphic reviews.”
I turned it in my hands, examining it. “Oh yeah?”
“Totally. A few didn’t like it, of course – too intense, didn’t work with their anatomy and so on, but for the ones that loved it… wow! Women who have a hard time coming, or don’t come at all, most of them were astonished – a couple even said it left them in tears because it was so good. Women who do come said it was either so fast or their orgasm was so powerful – the words ‘best orgasms ever’ were used more than once, a lot of them loved it and wondered how they ever lived without it. Someone like you, that’s an orgasm machine anyway… it might kill you.”
I laughed as I looked at it again. “So is this the thing that finally makes men obsolete?”
James laughed and squeezed my ass, pushing a big finger into my tight little star and teasing it as I moaned and pushed back against it, wanting more. “Not for you, nothing will ever replace men. You love cocks too much.”
He had me there! “Well… is it even possible to love them too much? I mean, in all their variety, they never get boring!”
Richie was almost hopping about with anticipation, wanting me to explore his gift. “C’mon, quit stalling! It has two separate motors – try it!”
I pushed the button on the side, and three things happened: It began to emit a low noise, somewhere between a buzz and a hum. It also began to… not vibrate, exactly, more like create soft, tiny, rapid waves. Softer but more penetrating than any vibrator I was familiar with, the little sonic waves seemed to go right through my flesh and take up residence in my bones, an astonishing sensation – and it emitted pulses at the same time!
In addition, the bulbous, slightly smaller part that was obviously meant to be internal began to squirm around in slow rotations, almost as if it would be good for stirring that coffee I’d joked about earlier. Oh, and I instantly felt about a hundred butterflies with soft, wet wings fluttering about inside, painting my pussy walls with butterfly slipperiness, so I guess four things happened, not just three! Imagining that thing gently stirring my insides while pulsing and making those subtle, penetrating waves on my G-spot, I felt myself gush!
James felt it, lubricated his finger in my slippery bounty, and pushed it more deeply into my ass. I pushed back to accept it all, moaning, and almost came – if he’d added a finger in my pussy, he’d have had me.
And then, as my anus clamped on his fat finger, I put my finger in the little round suction-cup-looking clitty opening of the toy, and I gasped and moaned, yanking it away and imagining how that would feel on my most sensitive little bit!
“You’re right – this might kill me. Fuck, Richard, this is diabolical!”
He looked crestfallen. “You don’t like it?’
“I didn’t say that! I’m mildly terrified of it, actually, but I’m also having my own little personal monsoon season over here…”
They laughed, but I was serious! James said, “That looks like it might feel like having a hamster or something playing inside of you.”
I slapped his stomach. “Eewww, don’t be gross. It does look interesting, though. Do you suppose that’s the “Enigma” part of it?”
He replied, “Oh, I thought that said ‘enema’, and was kind of worried…”
I hit him again, harder. “You’re being gross again.”
Richie reached out to stroke my nipples, which instantly, and somehow on a direct line, sent signals to James’ finger in my ass, and I gasped and clasped onto him. “I think you need to demo your new toy for us, hon.”
I stared at him. “You want me to do myself with this thing while you two just stand and watch?”
Richie grinned. “Well, not just stand and watch. I thought we’d sit down.”
James added, “And probably throb and leak, and maybe cheer and applaud!”
I laughed. The idea of putting on such an intimate show for the two of them – my self-pleasuring is most often enjoyed alone – was embarrassing, but it also lit up all the flashing LEDs on my latent exhibitionist panel!
“Well, you bought it, and you brought it, so I guess you’ve each earned some kind of reward. We could maybe do that – but you guys have to get naked, and no spurty-spurty allowed without my involvement!”
They both nodded eagerly as James slid his finger out of me; they quickly began to undress, and I realized I’d sold myself too cheaply. “And you can’t just play with yourselves! I want to see you touch each other.”
I knew Richie was onboard for that, and James had fondled Richard a little bit in the past, so he shrugged and agreed. This was too easy, so I upped the ante. “And suck each other.”
Richard laughed. “I already planned to.”
James, however, hesitated, so I threw him an offer. “Just a little, okay? Try it and see what you think. If you do, you can be the first to fuck me afterward.”
He looked down at my husband’s swollen, straining, titanium-hard erection for a moment. I think even he would admit that my spouse has a beautiful cock, and it was really showing itself off to best advantage just then. He nodded. “Okay, I’ll try. I’ve been thinking about it anyway. But you can’t cum in my mouth!”
That was a little bit odd, because he’d licked Richard’s cum, along with his own, from my body on several occasions, but apparently, it’s different. “He can’t cum anywhere without me involved. That’s part of the rules.”
Richard nodded. “I won’t; if I lose it, I’ll warn you.”
I looked at him. “Don’t you dare waste it!”
They’d continued to disrobe and were now just about fully naked, which was a feast for my eyes! Nice bodies, firm glutes, ridged abs – Richie, especially – and of course those hard, virile, impressive cocks and accompanying swollen dangly bits, something I’ll never pass up a chance to appreciate! They both looked good, really, and were a nice contrast of flesh tones.
“Mmm, yum, guys! You look amazing.”
James nodded at me. “Thanks. Now you.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I mean, I’m not wearing anything under this, as you well know…” I flipped the front of my skirt up and thrust my hips forward so that my smooth mound was pushed out toward them, and tickled one of my very hard nipples through my soft shirt. “I can access everything just fine, and it will be sexier this way.”
He grinned. “Can’t argue that.”
“I know – okay, now push that chair and the loveseat so that they face each other.” They did, arranging the big, overstuffed leather chair and matching loveseat about two feet apart while I quickly retrieved several towels to protect the leather, anticipating that it might become a very wet experience.
Once things were covered, I instructed them to sit, and Richard needed no encouragement to reach over and seize James’ cock to begin the play. James did the same, perhaps not with the same level of enthusiasm, but Richard enjoyed it and thrust himself into the proffered hand. As he is with me (or Gina), my husband is also an artist with another male, expertly teasing and lightly stroking James’ huge cock, which, based on rigidity and leakage, was fully on board.
As I would have, he played with James’ balls, ran his fingers over his length and around his girth, touched the narrow, slippery slit at the tip before licking his fingers, and, of course, toyed with the soft, supple foreskin, sliding it back and forth over the swollen, purple, and increasingly lubricated head of James’ cock. Before too long, he couldn’t wait anymore and leaned in to take it in his mouth.
I shuddered with arousal, knowing just how that would feel in his mouth, and with joy for him. He loves an opportunity to enjoy a cock occasionally, something I can’t offer him, and he was obviously enjoying this one. I also found it very sweet when James gently rested his free hand on my husband’s head and began to slowly fuck his mouth, enjoying Richard’s skills and artistry.
I sat down in the chair opposite them, flipped my skirt up, and pulled my feet up onto the edge of the seat cushion, my knees spread wide and resting against the arms of the chair, opening myself to them as I began to touch my slick, dripping, and feverishly hot sex. Fuck, it felt sooo good, and my pussy felt amazing! My lips were hot, puffy, and swollen, super-sensitive, and my clit – not normally one of those amazing huge ones that wins blue ribbons at the county fair – was as hard as either of the guys and jutting out boldly from its little fleshy hood. I could have rubbed one out in a matter of seconds.
They both paused their activities to look at me, their eyes locked on my sex. I was literally dripping wet, my juices running down my ass crack, and when I inserted a fingertip into myself, my pussy automatically tried to seize it, squeezing down like I might suck it in! Still avidly watching them, I said, “Trade.”
Richard reluctantly let James slip from his lips, and James leaned over to try what I could only assume was his first experience of a cock in his mouth. Richie helped, thrusting his hips up, and James took his cock between his fingers and directed it to his lips. He paused to lick it, as if sampling before fully partaking, and then slid his lips over my husband’s eager cock. God, it was so fucking hot! I loved it, and I could tell Richard did, and even James seemed to be quickly getting into it.
I remembered my new toy and switched it on, the sound and movement making my heart race, and I touched it to my left nipple. Oh my! Very nice, the electric arousal shocks traveling straight to my pussy, and the thought of what it might do when applied to my hyper-sensitive sex was delicious! I tried it on the other breast with equally positive results before sliding it down to press it on my mound, and things happened!
First, I moaned loudly, which caused Richard to tap out with James, who quickly released him. I know Richie was frustrated because he was so, so very close to the edge, his hair-trigger dangerously sensitive when he would have loved to have James suck him longer, but he had called the time-out in the nick of time, and, as before, he strained, leaked, and held on.
James had heard the hum of the device and my moan, and now he sat up and stared at my crotch again, his hands still absently stroking and fondling my husband. I smiled, knowing he wasn’t even really aware of what his hands were doing, but enjoying the feel of Richie’s rigid, hyper-aroused cock in his hand. Amazing what a flood of arousal hormones can do!
The other thing that happened with it pressed to my pubic mound was that the sonic hum traveled right through the bone and into my pussy, which released the Kraken, who began to writhe about and ejaculate, filling me with his cum – there can be no other reason that my pussy filled to overflowing with sticky, viscous clear and white juice so quickly – and I had a sudden orgasm – not tiny, but not grand mal either. I quickly lifted it from my flesh, gasping.
James, awestruck, whispered, “Fuck me!” In a louder voice, he said, “Did you just come?”
“Ohh, uh-huh… God, yes. This fucking thing is dangerous!”
Richard, obviously concerned for my welfare, said, “Put it in!”
“Are you crazy?” I knew I was going to, of course, curiosity demanded that I do so, but wow!
“Oh, c’mon! That’s what I bought it for – and we’re here to bail you out if things get out of control.
I wasn’t sure what they might define as ‘out of control’, not being in my body where they could feel what was happening, but I carefully worked it into position, shuddering through another small climax as it contacted my clit, and the wiggly little hamster part helpfully burrowed and shuddered its way into my very receptive pussy… and it was nice! It felt good – weird, as it stirred around, that being something no cock can do unless maybe you’re into fucking space aliens or something, and it pulsed its microscopic sonic waves through my insides as the bulbous part stirred and stroked the inner walls of my vagina.
It felt good, and I knew I’d come before too long, but it wasn’t nearly as intense and Marquis de Sade-like as I’d feared. Then I shifted it a bit, rearranging it to try out the little clit-sucker thingy, and with a little more finagling, I got it over my hard little poking out part at the same moment that the wandering, wiggling inside bit found my G-spot… and Holy fuck!
The sonic pulses met in the middle, between my G-spot and clit. Time stopped. The Earth stood still. The continent shuddered (perhaps California finally breaking off and plunging into the Pacific), and the heavens -and the roof of our home – split asunder as a brilliant, white heavenly light poured in upon me and a vast choir made up of a host of angels began to sing, their celestial voices divine, perfect and ethereal.
From the clouds above, the Lord lifted His countenance and looked down upon me and said, “LET THER BE ORGASMS!” And there were orgasms. And it was good, and I sang His praises! And He just grinned…
I came like I’d never come before, more sudden and intense than anyone could have predicted, and I writhed and bucked against the damn toy, praying for it to stop, praying it never would, and I just kept coming. I’ll never know if it was one super-mega orgasm or a hundred smaller ones jammed together like pages in a book that someone was riffling with their fingers, but it went on and on, walking the razor’s edge between intense pleasure and intense pain, and I rode it.
I became aware of certain sounds – moans, gasps, cries of gratitude and pleasure… someone singing, perhaps? There’s an awesome YouTube video we love of the singer Jewel performing ‘Ave Maria’ (and who knew she had THAT voice), and I think I may have also heard that at times, in the midst of my euphoria, although just random notes, not the whole song… and there is a chance that some of these sounds were me.
There were other sounds too, vulgar, sometimes discordant or even angry – cursing, grunting, swearing, speaking in tongues, perhaps a fart (although if it should turn out that was me, I’m blaming it on air sneaking around the toy and into my vagina), and these sounds were anything but ladylike.
Eventually – it may have been two minutes or two hours – and after I’d orgasmed about as many times as I had in my life up to that moment, I think – I managed to free myself of the infernal machine, and the vice-like hand (my own… ) that had held it within me. When it released my clit and slid out of me, I think I cried like a baby, relief and pleasure earning the same response, and, appropriately, curled into a fetal position on my side, both hands clasped over my sex lest it try to find its way back in!
I felt it still wiggling and pulsating on the chair, against my leg, and knew it was trying assault me again as I lay there helpless, drenched in sweat and my other juices. I was shuddering, convulsing, with gradually lessening orgasms and aftershocks still rolling through me, still crying like a baby – mostly, but not entirely, because it had been so… damn… good!
I was curled so tightly that I fit completely on the chair cushion, my head against one arm and my ass against the other, my back against the chair’s. Another round of aftershocks rolled through my body, and with my hands clasped over my sex, I was acutely aware that my pussy was still spasming, trying to grip and squeeze something that was no longer there. I heard myself moan as I shuddered, my muscles not under my control.
Other than the involuntary sounds I was making, the room was silent until James asked, “Rayne, babe, are you okay?”
I hadn’t recaptured control of my vocal cords just yet, and when I didn’t answer promptly, Richie said, “Honey, are you gonna make it? Say something, please? Sweetie…?”
I took a deep breath, blew it out, wet my lips with a tongue that felt too thick, and mumbled into the chair cushion, “I think I should have started on a lower setting.”
They both laughed! Fuckers – I was suffering here! I rolled onto my back to look at them, lowering my feet to the floor, legs wide apart, which left them looking right up my alley… and I didn’t care! The first thing I noticed about them was the stunned expression on both faces. They looked shocked, worried, and fascinated all at once!
The next thing I noticed was that they were still gripping each other’s cock, and that both of those gorgeous organs were at that extremely hard, super-engorged stage that most men (or the ones I’ve experienced, anyway) seem to hit just moments before they erupt. Both were also leaking profusely, more noticeable on James, the milky trickle trailing down his dark shaft and over my husband’s fingers. I could see it on him too, though, mostly where it coated James’ brown fingers, and it made my mouth water, which was good; my heavy breathing had left it a desert in there!
The final thing I saw was that they were both taking advantage of my helpless position to stare at my cunt! ”What are you staring at? Don’t you know that’s rude!”
James stammered, “Yeah, sorry, but…”
“But what?”
Richie tried next. “Hon, you’re just all, you know…”
“Is it broken or something? Did that thing break my pussy?”
They both laughed again, and James said, “Is that even possible? Are those things breakable? I mean, I know they’re out of order sometimes, but it’s usually temporary.”
I stared daggers at him. “Asshole!”
He laughed. “Yeah, that’s nice too.”
Richie jumped in. “Hon’, you look amazing! You look so hot and sexy, all used and abused.” He elbowed James. “Is that the most beautiful, sexiest, amazing pussy you ever saw or what?”
He nodded. “Yeah, that is one glorious, wet, puffy, ready little pussy! I want in.”
I immediately clasped a hand over myself. “Oh, fuck no! You stay away from me with that monster!”
“I thought you loved my monster…”
“I do, but not right now. Jesus!”
“Can I at least lick it?”
The mere thought sent another minor orgasmic convulsion through my body, and I moaned. “God no! Not yet… maybe, someday.”
He laughed. “How about touching it?”
A shiver, head to toe, coursed through me. “Just stop! You can’t touch my skin at all; I’m too sensitive right now.”
“You’re serious!”
Richie answered him. “She is. Sometimes, when it’s really good, she gets like this.”
“Wow, very cool… I guess?”
“I don’t know, my whole body feels like one raw nerve ending.”
James smiled. “Worth it, though?”
I laughed wearily. “Yeah, it is. Fuck!” I was starting to catch my breath, my heart rate returning to normal. I looked at the two of them, still holding onto each other in an “intimate” fashion, and smiled. “I didn’t mean for my theatrics to interrupt your fun – please proceed, I’ll watch for a while.”
Richard looked down and seemed almost surprised to see James’ hand on his cock. “Yeah, maybe we’d better not. I’m, like, right there.”
James removed his hand from Richie, but said, “I could probably enjoy a little something while Rayney recuperates.”
Richard looked at him, and he nodded, and it took about two seconds for Richard to dive into his lap and start sucking him. It was fascinating to watch, especially since I was totally out of the game for the moment, and to see how much my husband was enjoying himself. I understood, because it’s one more thing we share, our love of sucking a cock. I hadn’t known that about him for the first several years of our marriage, of course – it came out by accident – but once I came to grips with it, I learned to appreciate his pleasure… even if I am a little jealous because he’s better at it!
As I watched, my voyeuristic pleasure of their pleasure working its magic on my insides, a thought occurred to me. “Hey, while I was being assaulted and nearly killed by that damn toy, was one of you singing, or did you have music playing?”
James said he hadn’t heard anything, and Richie raised his head long enough to give me a puzzled look and shake his head no. I frowned. “Well, I’d swear I heard snippets of that ‘Ave Maria’ thing that Jewel does, the one we like so much.”
Richard shrugged, while James admitted he wasn’t familiar with it. “You were hitting some pretty high, loud, assorted notes, however, among other things.”
I blushed, knowing my orgasm had probably been a totally wild, unabashed, unashamed freak show. Richard grinned, his lips puffy and wet from his activities. “You did hit some of those same notes, now that you mention it – not in any kind of order or harmony, of course.”
“Just stop! Now you’re embarrassing me!”
James made it worse. “I think I also heard a little bit of Billy Gibbons doing ‘La Grange’ mixed in there too.”
It took me a moment to draw that ZZ Top song up in my head, and when I did, I said, “Oh my god! That’s horrible! Was I really that bad?”
“Nah, baby, you were that good!” They both laughed.
Richard helpfully added, “I hope you were singing ‘La Grange’, because if you weren’t, you were probably summoning demons.”
They were having far too much fun at my expense. “Oh, you just shut up and suck!”
James waved him off. “No, you better not, unless you want a big fuckin’ mouthful. I’d better take a break.” He looked at me. “How about you? Ready to take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’?”
I touched myself – still hot, puffy, wet, and sensitive, but a nice, warm, wet tongue bath was starting to sound good! “We can try – gentle, though! I’m still riding the edge.”
He stood and crossed to me, his cock impossibly upright; with James, the length and weight of his penis are usually enough that, even at full hardness, it rises only a little above horizontal. Now, however, it was pointing at his chin, thick and veiny and suffused with blood, rigid, his foreskin fully withdrawn and the purple head shimmering with cum. With his oversized, swollen balls hanging heavy below, he looked magnificent. I had the momentary clarity to ask Richie to get a couple of pictures, which he eagerly did, before James fell to his knees between my legs and leaned in.
He softly kissed the inside of my right thigh, and I shuddered. Same with the left, another shudder. He licked almost up to my pussy, and I moaned, and when he did the same on my other thigh, I spasmed and pushed his head away. “Wait another sec’, okay?”
He grinned. “Sure. I kind of like the view here anyway. Hey, did you squirt?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think I do that… I mean, I drip and maybe gush a little, but I’ve never…”
“Well, your legs are coated with girl syrup, so I think you must have this time.”
Richard nodded. “I think you did, babe, right at that peak moment. It got really, really wet. More than usual, even.”
I laughed. “God, how embarrassing! I’ve seen the videos of that, and I always figured they were peeing. Did I piss myself?”
James shook his head. “This ain’t pee, like a lot of those; this is the good stuff. Here, taste…”
He ran his finger up my leg and then fed it to me, and he was right – that was pure arousal juice, right from the source. As I sucked his finger, he touched my stiff little clit, and I let out a yelp. “Ohh, wow! Jeez! Warn a girl, once.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, not hurt. Just surprised – guess I’m not quite there yet, not that all of this playing around is helping.”
“Well, what will we do with you?” He straightened up, still on his knees, and with his hand, he cupped his balls and moved forward, lowering them to rest on my mound, his cock, dark against my pale flesh and hot and heavy on my stomach – reaching all the way up to my sternum, for God’s sake!
“Richard, look at that thing! How did I ever get all of that inside of me before?”
“Oh, I am looking, hon’. And as I recall, you did it by going slow and gentle at first and then by going fucking wild and crazy and slamming on him.”
James laughed. “Pretty much how I remember it, too. I was impressed.”
“Me too, guys! I wouldn’t have figured…” He was moving, sliding his hot cock around on my tummy and grinding his big balls against my mound and my feverish pussy, and I was starting to feel very fuckable. Richie had come over and was kneeling on the edge of the chair cushion where I could lick the sticky from his dickey, and all of it was very, very good, and when James moved back enough to slide the fat head of his cock beween my lips, bumping my clit, I knew it was right, and when he pushed it against my very soft, puffy, slippery, receptive opening, I nodded and said, “Yesss!”
It all came together; the masculine musk of the two men, their heat, their touch, their appreciation of and love for me, their hard bodies and hot skin against mine, the taste of my husband in my mouth and James’ massive cock slowly parting and entering me, my body blossoming open to receive him and closing tightly around his impossible girth, forming myself to him as he went in, and in, and in, and when he topped out he filled me, his cock pressed to my ceiling and his balls to my ass, and I came.
The heavenly choir started up again, something rockin’ this time, and again the sky opened, and the light shone down, and God looked down and watched me come, a huge smile on His face, and He said, “You silly, silly, poor, horny, innocent child. Did you really think mankind could invent something better than my original design that I worked so hard on all these millennia, hmmm? What do you think now?”
I eagerly admitted that He was right, guys are better than gadgets – I’d meant to pose it as a silent prayer of thanks, but I’m pretty sure I screamed it out loud – and then He just told me to enjoy myself, and that I could thank Him later…
