Atlantea

Phoebe was lying on a bench that, as far as I could tell, she had designed and constructed herself. She had kept the project secret, as a surprise gift. Weeks had gone by since my break-up with Meg, yet I remained depressed, or “mopey” as Phoebe liked to say, except for when she was sucking me off. This present would, she hoped, take the oral sex to new heights of enjoyment, in the hopes of knocking me out of my persistent funk. It looked like it might do the trick.

The bench was comfortably padded, and rose to precisely the right height such that, when Phoebe lay her head back on the plush, downward-sloping headrest, her mouth would be aligned with my erect penis, and her throat lined up along a perfect horizontal plane. There were comfortable wooden hand-holds for her to grip, extending out from the bench near her hips, and a large, sturdy circular wooden hoop was mounted around where her shoulders would rest, giving me something to hang on to for leverage. The feet of the bench were made of metal, and were, at present, bolted into holes that she had drilled into the concrete floor of the wood shop.

“Are you ready?” I said.

My body was already flushed red and covered with goosebumps.

“Good to go,” she said neutrally.

“Should I, uh, take it easy the first time? Since we haven’t done this before.”

“Naw, pound away. I think this is actually gonna be easier ‘cuz my throat’s, like, in a line with my mouth. Also, can you cum in my mouth some of the time? It’s been a while.”

As always, she seemed indifferent to what we were about to do together, her tone of voice the same as one would use to plan a picnic or a hike. This incongruity, rather than being a turn-off, had exactly the opposite effect on me. My cock swelled further, and, since she had already opened her mouth wide, I slid it all the way down her throat in a swift, smooth motion. The bench was perfectly sized to our respective bodies, and, with excitement, I realized I would be able to fuck her throat as if it were a vagina. She gripped the hand-holds, which gave her plenty of leverage to avoid slipping back. And with my own hands on the broad hoop, I was able to put all of my power into my hips.

I fucked her throat for about twenty minutes before cumming the first time, having, by this point built up a tremendous amount of staying power. During this first session on the bench, I tried, within reason, to discover some limit that would make her tap out, but she never did. I held my dick all the way down her throat for two minutes straight, at one point, but she patiently breathed through her nose until I pulled out again. I then began to thrust fully in and then all the way out, pulling the tip of my cock past her lips, over and over, but she never complained, and unfailingly licked my head and shaft with her tongue whenever they slid past. Finally, I lost control and released my load into her mouth, as she had requested. With her head held on a decline, she found it harder to handle than usual, and a substantial amount of cum burbled from her nose and lips. Still, she did not tap out and allowed me to keep the tip of my cock in her mouth, swallowing frequently until I was spent.

“I’m gonna have to work on my technique there,” she said, smiling through a substantial accumulation of saliva and cum, which she’d made no attempt to clean up. “What’d ya think?”

“Um,” I said, “All I can say is that was mind-blowing, and that’s saying something, given what we’ve been up to lately. I can barely think straight. This is the best gift I’ve ever received, surprise or no, that’s for sure.”

Phoebe got up and removed her shirt, knowing that seeing her boobs usually got me hard. Soon enough I was working her throat again, and over the next hour came twice more, both times with my cock fully inserted down her esophagus.

* * *

After the session on the bench, we were both hungry, so quickly took our separate showers and then joined Rosalind for lunch in the kitchen. Both women seemed nervous throughout the meal, limiting the conversation to small talk rather than the candid, substantive discussions they usually preferred. I had come to know both of them well over the previous two years, and guessed that they had something awkward to ask me.

“Um, Jason,” Phoebe began, at last. “You know how you’ve been wanting to do me another favor?”

“Of course!” I said excitedly, hoping this would be a much bigger one than helping with Rhea’s research project had been.

“Well, I –” Phoebe started to say, but Rosalind interrupted.

“We, honey,” she corrected, patting Phoebe’s hand.

“Right! We, uh, do have a favor to ask you, but it’s a big one.” Phoebe’s face was red. “Really, really, big.”

The two women went on to explain that, having been married for a decade, their sex life had some of its earlier passion and excitement. Phoebe had hinted as much to me many times, especially after a few beers, so I was not surprised.

“It’s one of the few things we don’t see eye to eye on,” Rosalind was explaining. “Phee thinks we should invite another woman sometimes, but as you probably know I am very much not okay with that.”

Rosalind’s face flushed slightly; this was a sore subject.

“However,” Rosalind continued, “as you also obviously know, I don’t mind what you two do together. In fact, I encourage it.”

A theory popped into my head as she said this, and, overcome with sudden curiosity, I blurted out a question.

“Wait, was that bench your idea?”

Rosalind grinned, Phoebe looked sheepish, and I never did find out the truth of this particular matter.

“Perhaps,” Rosalind said ambiguously. “But anyways, I realized that maybe you can help us out with this, um, little problem?”

“Me?” I said, incredulously. “I mean, sure, I’d be happy to, but how?”

“You can be our ‘third’ during sex. Well, sometimes,” she said.

“But–” I said.

I hadn’t seen this coming. Neither woman had even the slightest interest in men. Rosalind held up a hand, palm towards me, cutting me off.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, “And the answer is that, no, we’re not suddenly coming out as bi, and, yes, you would be joining the two of us. But in a, shall we say, very ‘stylized’ way.”

“Stylized?” was all I managed to croak out, still floored by the direction the conversation had taken.

“Yes, ‘stylized’ is all I really want to say at this time. It’ll be more fun if it’s a surprise,” Rosalind said. A feline grin had surfaced.

“I want to be clear though, we will be asking a lot from you,” Phoebe added. “And, uh, you’ll need a safe word.”

“Wow.”

Although I never would have anticipated this particular request, I knew right away that I would agree. I would have agreed to move heaven and earth for Phoebe. Plus how bad could whatever Rosalind had in mind actually be? The two women were still staring at me, waiting for an answer. I drew in a deep breath.

“Well, um, yeah, I’ll definitely do this. I’d do anything for you Phee, and in any case this sounds like it might be fun.”

“It might be,” Rosalind conceded. “So, if you’re sure, you will need that safe word.”

For some reason, one which I still don’t understand, the first image to flash into my mind was that of a gas station in Los Angeles. I had once stopped there during a long road trip.

“Chevron,” I said.

Both women looked quizzical.

“Uh, okay, ‘Chevron’ it is,” Phoebe acknowledged. “Also, you may not always be able to talk, so in that case you’ll need to make this hand gesture.”

Phoebe demonstrated by holding her right hand against her upper thigh, as if pinned there, and flapping from the wrist. It looked like a penguin’s wing.

‘What am I getting myself into?’, I thought.

“So, uh,” I said, “When would you two like to do this?”

“Would Saturday night work for you?” Rosalind asked.

“Saturday works.”

“And Jason?” Rosalind continued in her sweetest radio DJ voice. “If you wouldn’t mind, no getting yourself off starting Thursday morning, okay?”

* * *

By the time Saturday night rolled around, I was pent-up, to say the least. Phoebe had helped as much as she could by suggesting that we use the “throat-fuck bench”, as she called it, on Wednesday night, something I readily agreed to. Despite a record-setting (for us) five ejaculations down her throat, the following almost 72 hours were hard to bear, and by the time I was standing in front of the lesbian couple I was feeling edgy and distracted.

“Do you remember your safe word and hand signal? Without that, I’ll assume you’re okay with whatever’s going on.”

“Yup, got it,” I said, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

Rosalind was wearing an outfit I’d never seen before. Normally she wore a skirt and blouse combination like the ones she work to work. Today, she had on high leather boots, laced up over her calves, fishnet stockings, a black leather mini-skirt that clung to her shapely midsection, and a tight, black leather top that went down only slightly below her large bosoms, leaving her midriff exposed. Forgoing the usual over-the-shoulder braid, her hair was pulled back into a bun. She was also wearing makeup, something I’d also never before witnessed on her, the most prominent aspect being her bright red lipstick. While the overall effect was to give her a severe look, none of it detracted from her natural beauty.

“Now, for the rest of the evening, you two are going to do exactly what I say,” Rosalind pronounced.

Phoebe was dressed in her favorite hiking boots, rugged jeans and loose white t-shirt.

“I can’t hear you,” Rosalind said, her usual radio-DJ voice suddenly turned caustic.

“Um, sure,” I said.

“Yes, Miss Thorn,” Phoebe said meekly.

“Ah yes, I forgot to mention,” Rosalind added, facing me. “You are to address me as ‘Miss Thorn’, and to properly acknowledge me, you need to say ‘Yes, Miss Thorn’. Assuming you can talk at the time, of course.”

She looked at me expectantly. After a few beats, it dawned on me that she was waiting for me to utter the words, as Phoebe had. At first, I felt a wave of humiliation, followed by a flash of anger. Then, almost as quickly, guilt washed over me as I remembered I was doing this for Phoebe.

“Yes, Miss Thorn,” I said, as seriously as I could.

“Good, good,” Miss Thorn said. “Now I will explain your roles to you and assign you names appropriate to those roles.”

Thorn turned to face Phoebe.

“Since you are my pet, dear, I will simply call you Pet. Now come here, please.”

Phoebe, or rather Pet, walked over to the spot indicated. She was now facing the Thorn and me. Thorn looked expectantly at Pet, as if waiting for her to do something so obvious it did not bear mentioning. Pet looked confused. At last, Thorn relented.

“Do pets wear clothes?”

Blushing red, Pet began to disrobe, starting with her boots and socks, then taking off her shirt, revealing her magnificent breasts, which, as usual were unencumbered by a bra. So far, there was almost nothing I hadn’t seen before, although I appreciated the sight. The one difference, in fact, was that her normally inverted nipples were swollen and protruding from their surrounding areolae. That had never happened during our oral sex sessions.

Pet seemed reluctant to go further, but when Thorn didn’t say anything, diffidently pulled down her jeans and stepped out of them. She was wearing loose, gray men’s boxer shorts with a y-front opening. Her unshaven legs were muscular and lovely, with generous, toned thighs and calves. She seemed to be drawing the line at taking off her underpants, presumably because of my presence. She had never before shown her vagina to me, despite being so casual about everything else.

“I’ve never heard of an animal wearing underpants, now; have you, Pet?” Thorn chided with a lilting tone.

A deep red flush suffused Pet’s entire body as she began to pull down the boxer shorts. As she stood up tall once more, I got a full view of her unshaven pubic hair, a brown forest so thick I could not see her vagina. The furry area extended down between her legs, where her thick thighs came together.

“Now that’s a little better Pet,” Thorn said melodiously to her palpably embarrassed wife. “But puppies like yourself also don’t stand on two legs, not unless they’re doing a trick for their owner.”

She made a casual twirling motion with her right hand, indicating Pet should turn around before getting onto her hands and knees. Pet had a miserable look on her face, although I noted that her nipples were standing out even more prominently than before. She got down on all fours. Hoping not to expose herself to me, she kept her thighs together. Like Thorn, Pet worked out frequently and had a large, rounded ass. Between her closed legs and large ass cheeks, I could not see much.

“So stiff and awkward,” her owner chided. “Pets don’t stand like that. Spread your legs, Pet.”

Pet had the presence of mind to say, “Yes, Miss Thorn,” as she complied with the order. She spread her legs a bit, allowing me a glimpse, through a thicket of hair, of her puffy outer vagina lips. Her inner lips were hidden. Thorn commanded her to spread her knees farther from each other, however, now giving me a view of her anus as well. Although Pet clearly didn’t shave or wax, her sphincter was so clean that I wondered if she got it bleached. Most likely, Thorn required her to do just that. Seeing my best friend so open and exposed had my cock straining at my clothes.

“Oh, and I almost forgot,” Thorn added, pretending that she had not planned this all along. “You’ll need this, of course.”

She retrieved an ordinary dog collar made of black mesh. Hanging from a ring was a tag inscribed “Property of Thorn.” After making a show of adjusting its size, and attaching the collar to her wife’s throat, she turned to me with a scowl on her face.

“Now, today your one and only job is to be my sex toy,” she said, “And so your name will be Toy. I like to keep things simple for you two. Pet, get up and help prepare Toy for his task.”

Gratefully, Pet got up and stood to the side.

“So Toy, since Pet seemed to be missing a lot of basics about how pets act, I’m not that confident that you know how a sex toy works, either. I’m going to spell it out for you. First, does a sex toy have hands it can just move around however it wants?”

Once again, I felt instinctual humiliation and anger, followed quickly by guilt over even the possibility of ruining this couple’s role-playing.

“No, Miss Thorn,” I said, in as meek a tone as I could muster. I was never that good in drama class, so I hoped I was convincing.

“Yay, so much smarter than Pet here!” Thorn slow-clapped as she said this. “Pet, please get the hand restraints.”

Pet went over to a drawer and retrieved what looked like a brown leather weight-lifter’s belt, except with two padded cuffs on either side. She motioned for me to lift off my shirt, buckled the belt around my waist, and then put each wrist into its respective restraint and cinched tightly. I could no longer move my arms.

Indicating my bare chest, Thorn said, “Ugh, the naked male body so ruins the mood for me. We will be addressing that next, thankfully. I’m going to turn around and Pet will undress you then put one of these on the sex toy.”

As she said this last point, she held up a large, unnaturally bright blue condom. It looked ridiculous, and was probably a bit too small for me. I presumed this was all to make my dick look as much as possible as if it were made of rubber instead of flesh. Thorn turned around, and instructed Pet to remove the rest of my clothing. Then I was commanded to lie down on a large mattress on the floor. I had only paid slight attention to it before, so was surprised to discover it was fitted with a plastic sheet. Pet supported me under my shoulder as I awkwardly settled onto the bed. It was difficult with my hands unable to move. I was now lying flat on the bed, my erect penis sticking straight up towards the ceiling. Pet put a small pillow under my head for comfort, then took the condom and rolled it down over my head of my cock. It was long enough to roll out all the way down to the base, but it was not as wide as it should have been to match my girth. The net effect of the tightly clinging material was indeed to make my dick look like an enormous dildo.

Still facing away, Thorn narrated, “Another thing, Toy? Toys don’t talk.”

At this, Pet returned to the same drawer that had produced the restraining belt, this time returning with four red ball-gags, each of a different size. Kneeling next to my head, Pet first tried to fit the biggest one, a dimpled red rubber sphere several times bigger than a golf ball, into my mouth.

“I know it might be a bit difficult, Toy, but we really do need to fit you with the biggest ball we have. If you accidentally make any gross man-noises, let alone utter any words, it would spoil all the fun!”

Unable to fit the largest one past my teeth, Pet tried the next size down. This one fit, albeit barely. There was no way I would be able to speak intelligibly from this point onward. Drool began pooling in my mouth, and I knew it would soon dribble down onto the pillow behind my head.

Pet looked down at my hands for the penguin motion. I kept my hand still. Although this was probably my last chance to back out, there was no way I was going to do that. I owed Phoebe this experience, many times over even, and, in any case, it seemed like whatever was about to happen might be enjoyable, humiliating or not.

Before Thorn was willing to turn around, I had to be almost fully invisible, so next Pet got out a thick black sheet, in the center of which was a hole with a thick rubber grommet sewn in to prevent tearing. This hole was fitted over my penis such that only the blue-clad shaft of my dick was could be seen, once Pet pulled the sheet over the rest of my body. Before tucking it around my right hand, she slipped some kind of plastic thing between my fingers and made a squeezing motion, in front of my face, with her hand. When I made the same motion with my fingers, the device made a loud click. This was clearly intended to be the mechanism by which I’d tap out, now that the two women would be unable to see the penguin flapping signal. Pet looked at me questioningly and made a thumbs up gesture. I nodded to indicate I understood what it was for. She drew the dark sheet over my head and for the rest of this adventure I was unable to see anything. Lastly, she attached cuffs to my ankles, and then to these attached a heavy metal bar.

“He’s prepared, Miss Thorn,” Pet said, after first pausing to see if there were any telltale clicks from my right hand.

“What is prepared?” Thorn queried, sternly. She emphasized the word “what”.

“Sorry, Miss Thorn,” Pet said. “Um, your sex toy is ready.”

“That’s a good correction, Pet,” Thorn said. “But I’m afraid you’ve been making too many mistakes tonight. ‘Sorry’ isn’t good enough, I’m afraid.”

“Sorry, Miss Thorn,” Pet said, nervousness creeping into her voice as she realized she’d just done precisely what Thorn had already said was insufficient.

“What did I just say? Back on all fours, Pet!” Thorn commanded.

Seconds later I heard a loud slap as Thorn spanked Pet on the ass. It sounded hard.

“Ow!” Pet yelped involuntarily.

“It doesn’t count unless you do,” Thorn said unsympathetically. “So we’re still at one, and you have five to go.”

Instead of a slapping sound, however, the next thing I heard was a squelching noise, as Thorn put a finger into Pet’s vagina and, I think, moved it in and out vigorously.

“Hm,” Thorn said, “You seem to be enjoying the punishment too much. I don’t think five is going to be enough. Let’s make it ten.”

Pet whimpered, and then I heard another loud slapping sound as Thorn spanked her wife again.

“One,” Pet said, almost inaudibly.

“I can’t hear you!” Thorn chided.

“One!”

“That’s better.”

Thorn proceeded to spank Pet ten more times, as she failed to call out spank number seven the first time. Later I found out that her ass was bright red after this treatment. At the moment, even just hearing what was going on had my cock straining at the tight condom.

“Now Pet, before I use my sex toy, I need to make sure it’s worthy of this.”

I imagined her grabbing her own pussy as she said this. Once again my cock pulsed as it dawned on me what was about to happen. I was about to have intercourse with my best friend while her wife watched! Straddling my stomach, Pet slowly lowered her hips so that her vaginal opening was resting on the tip of my penis.

“I’m not sure that pathetic little cunt of yours can handle a toy this size,” Thorn chided. “You’ll have to push hard to even get it inside you at all!”

This critique turned out to be no mere role-playing; Pet struggled even to get the tip of my cock inside. It was the exact opposite of the situation with her throat. She rubbed her labia up and down the tip with increasing urgency, hoping to open herself up wide enough. All the while, Thorn mocked her mercilessly.

“Maybe I need to start spanking you again? That should open you right up. It got you soaking wet a few minutes ago,” Thorn finally said.

Whether out of fear, titillation, or a combination of both, these words seemed to unlock Pet’s vagina. The head of my cock slipped past her opening and lodged about two inches inside her. There it stopped cold. Her strong muscles clamped down involuntarily, making further penetration impossible for the moment. Her pussy was easily the tightest I’d ever felt, and I was thankful, once again, for the innumerable blow jobs she had given me over the past weeks. Without the attendant control I had developed from so much attention, I would have shot my wad right then and there.

“That’s not far enough,” Thorn said in a teasing voice. “You need to take more of it, or the spankings begin.”

Pet’s hands were on my chest, and I could feel her apply added pressure as she focused on satisfying Thorn’s request. Her vaginal muscles were still clamped tight, however, and she made little progress. I groaned through the ball gag. Even this slight motion was sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Time’s up!” Thorn sang out after another minute of fruitless pushing.

She slapped her wife on the ass. There was a loud, wet sound as her hand made contact with the bare, sweaty skin there. I then felt something as Thorn reached around to Pet’s front and began to rub. From the reaction this produced, a loud inward breath, I suspected Thorn was rubbing Pet’s clit, but couldn’t be sure. The rubbing stopped, and I heard another slap, then the rubbing resumed again. Thorn alternated between the two, Pet’s groans gradually increasing in volume. Evidently, and, in retrospect, unsurprisingly, Thorn knew her wife well, and after about five rounds of this, Pet’s vagina finally relaxed and the head of my cock slid as far in as it would go, about six inches deep. Later I found out that I had indeed hit her cervix.

“Pathetic!” her mistress said, “There’s still four or even five inches you haven’t taken. Start riding and see if you can stretch yourself out at least a little more!”

Pet began raising and lowering her hips rhythmically, and waves of pleasure flooded my body and brain. Even thru the condom, it seemed I could feel every fold of her tight, inner flesh.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Pet cried out, from time to time, the girth of my cock evidently causing much discomfort. Whenever she did so, her wife would slap her mercilessly on the ass, and I would feel her vagina stretch open ever so slightly more.

The rest of the time, Thorn seemed to be rubbing Pet’s clit. Pet’s voice rose in a crescendo of pleasure. Then Thorn, impossibly, inserted a finger past Pet’s unwilling opening. I could feel it slide up about an inch, barely fitting next to my shaft. Pet let out an involuntary moan, and then entered into an intense, protracted orgasm. She put all of her weight now on my chest, and I could feel her left thigh twitching involuntarily. The spasms lasted for the better part of a minute.

As her orgasm faded, I lost control and entered into one of my own. As load after load of sperm shot out of me and into the tight confines of the condom, I started to wonder whether the rubber would actually hold it all in. It had been almost three days’ build-up, after all. In answer to my question, I soon felt a substantial amount of fluid leak out the bottom, past the grommet and onto my balls. I tried to say “Oh fuck!” but the giant ball in my mouth prevented anything intelligible from escaping my lips.

“All fours, please,” Thorn corrected as Pet started to dismount me and stand up straight. “Now look at the mess you’ve made. My toy is covered in your vaginal fluid. And it’s no longer hard at all. That will never do. I’m going to turn around, then you are to clean it up and get it ready again.”

Pet lifted the sheet from around my cock and folded it off to the side. Presumably Thorn had turned away, but I could not confirm this, as my face remained covered. As Pet began to remove the condom, Thorn interjected.

“Don’t let any gross man-sperm leave that condom, Pet, so take it off carefully and keep it upright.”

Pet bent my cock down to my stomach so that she could wriggle off the condom with minimal spilling. I could feel that there was a lot of sticky fluid in rubber sac. Thorn interrupted again.

“On second thought, if you just leave that condom lying around, a bunch of… stuff… is going to get everywhere, one way or another. So I need you to empty it, and your mouth is as good a place as any. Then we don’t have to worry about any accidents.”

Of course, I couldn’t see as Pet complied, but imagining what she was doing was already bringing about a second erection. I heard some loud swallowing sounds as she choked down the rest of the semen from the condom, then felt the familiar sensation of her soft lips and mouth take my shaft inside her. She spent a long time cleaning up every drop of cum she could reach with her tongue. The only part she couldn’t reach was around my balls. I couldn’t spread my legs due to the bar at my ankles, which would have been the only way to give her access. Some time later, my dick was sticking straight up again, I felt another tight condom being rolled over it, and then the sheet was pulled back over me.

“Since your pathetic pussy couldn’t handle this toy of mine, you are going to try again with your other hole. This time I expect full penetration,” Thorn said, after it was safe for her to turn around.

I heard Pet gasp. For my part, I made an incomprehensible noise through the gag, as I realized I was about to have anal sex, for the first time in my life, once again with my best friend.

“Face me,” Thorn said. This meant Pet would be lowering herself into a reverse-cowgirl position.

Soon I felt pressure on the tip of my cock, as Pet tried, in vain, to get it past her tight sphincter. This proved more difficult than even her vaginal opening had been, as there was nothing to stimulate and less room to maneuver. Thorn let her flounder for a while, then finally called a temporary halt.

“I can see I’ll have to help you out with this one.”

I heard a sharp intake of breath from my friend as her wife, I believe, inserted a finger or two into her anus.

“Hm, very tight,” Thorn said critically. “We’ll have to add more lube.”

After some rustling and squelching sounds, I could sense Thorn squatting above me, straddling my chest on either side with her feet.

“I’m going to spread you out this time and get the toy inside,” Thorn added, I suspect primarily to see what effect it would have on me.

It had an obvious effect indeed, my cock straining upwards even in the absence of any contact. Pet lowered herself down once more, this time with her wife spreading her sphincter apart. The head of my cock just barely penetrated past her resisting orifice.

“Ouch! Fuck, that hurts!” Pet exclaimed.

“Quiet, Pet!” Thorn said. “You’ll take it, and like it.”

I heard another wet slapping sound as she spanked her wife’s ass, hard.

“Hrm!” Pet just managed to stifle another involuntary exclamation.

“It’ll be two next time,” Thorn said. “Now, since you’re having so much trouble with this first part, you obviously need practice. Lift your hips, Pet!”

I felt Pet’s rosebud slide deliciously back up and over the head of my cock. The sensation was divine, and I groaned with pleasure. The women ignored me.

“Now the moment it closes, lower right back down again.”

“Oh please no, Miss Thorn,” Pet said plaintively.

“No whining! Now lower yourself; it just closed up again.”

Once again I felt the delicious, tight sensation of her unwilling ring muscle spreading across and down the wide head of my cock. Although she almost stifled it, a small yelp of pain still escaped her mouth.

“Ow!”

Slap! Slap! Her wife spanked her twice. It was only after three more complete opening and closing attempts that Pet was finally able to accept my cock into her ass without audible complaint. After that, Thorn stopped spanking her on every insertion, but, to be sure that her ass got fully stretched out, made her insert and remove my cock around twenty more times.

“Hm,” she said, “Now that’s better. It’s getting good and relaxed now.”

Without warning, Thorn sat down on my chest. Through the sheet it was hard to tell, but it didn’t seem like she was wearing any clothes, so her pussy and ass were only separated from me by the sheet of black cloth. At the same time, I felt intense pressure on my dick as Pet’s hips moved suddenly downwards. Apparently Thorn had put her hands on Pet’s shoulders and pushed down with sudden force. Pet gasped but managed to stifle the yelp that was trying to escape her lips, as my massive dick was forced deep inside her. Unlike her vagina, she was able to take my entire length of my shaft, when forced to.

“Good job, Pet,” Thorn said with surprising sincerity. “Just leave it there for now and let the toy stretch you out.”

Pet moaned with pleasure. At first, I was not sure why, but then I felt as several of Thorn’s fingers invaded Pet’s vaginal canal and pushed on the wall separating it from me. She alternated motions, sometimes pushing on the wall, and in so doing rubbing my cock. It was all I could do to hang on and not cum again, but I really did not want this sensation to end. Pet, on the other hand, was unable to resist her wife’s ministrations, and, eventually, was sent over the edge. I felt a jet of fluid wet the sheet around my upper thighs, as Pet writhed uncontrollably. Once again her left thigh continued to jerk around for the better part of a minute.

“Now ride the toy. You haven’t really tested it for me yet. I have to see you put it through its paces.”

Painfully, Pet began to raise and lower her hips. It was all she could do to stifle the cries of pain that would invariably have drawn more spankings from Thorn. I held out as long as I could before an intense orgasm overcame me. My own legs began to shake, as sperm flowed from my cock. During this process, Thorn began to masturbate her wife vigorously once more, so right as my orgasm subsided, Pet was beginning to squirt all over the bed for a second time.

As before, Thorn turned away, at least she claimed to, so that Pet could clean me up. Before going down on me, however, I felt a cool sensation on the tip of my cock, as the rim of a glass container was held up to it.

“If you have to pee,” Pet whispered, “now’s the time.”

The wild sex we’d just been having had been a big distraction. Now that she brought up the subject, I realized how insanely full my bladder was. I released a long stream of pee into the container. My embarrassment was lessened by the fact I had been drinking so much water that day, and there was no particular smell. Pet then cleaned off my cock and started getting me hard again, as she’d done last time. She did not seem worried about getting any residual urine in her mouth.

* * *

About half an hour later, I was ready for Thorn, fully erect and covered up by the sheet again. She came back in the room.

“Good, you’re in right position,” she said to Pet, who must have been on all fours. “Now let me inspect the toy before I use it.”

Holding the tip between thumb and index finger, she began to flex my painfully erect penis in every direction, letting go from time to time to see how fast it returned to its neutral alignment.

“Could be better,” she said, “But adequate! Pet, come here and open up my vagina!”

I heard Pet shuffle over, followed by the soft noises of tongue making contact with flesh. Pet knew what she was doing, as even the harsh Miss Thorn could not stifle a few moans. Then the sounds stopped, and I felt a rising sense of anticipation that was almost unbearable. Although the whole evening had been leading up to this point, I found it hard to believe that my best friend’s wife, who had always seemed so friendly yet cool towards me, would actually put my dick inside herself, condom or no. Thorn straddled my hips, in cowgirl position.

“Guide the toy, Pet,” Thorn commanded.

I felt Pet’s hand grip the base of my shaft as she maneuvered me inside. The sensation was different from Pet’s. Thorn’s wet opening easily slid over the massive head of my cock, and, after a few delicious short strokes, she let herself fall, and my entire shaft sank into her warm flesh.

“This is what a real woman’s pussy can do,” Thorn mocked. “Come around front and look closely at what your shallow vagina failed so miserably at.”

Pet began to straddle my chest, but Thorn corrected her.

“You won’t be able to see well from that angle; straddle the ball gag, Pet.”

I could smell a delicious, salty odor as Pet shifted back so that she was now kneeling above where my shoulders were, her vagina mere inches from my nose.

“Lower, you need to be able to get a good view of this.”

I could feel raspy pubic hairs through the sheet at this point. Meanwhile, I could feel Pet’s massive, soft boobs touch my chest as her wife made her get into a low position. Thorn rode up and down, only leaving the very tip of my cock inside herself on each upward stroke, while, presumably, her wife’s face was mere inches away. After some time, Thorn stopped, with my cock fully inserted, and leaned back.

“You have a minute to bring me to orgasm, Pet,” Thorn said sternly. “You know what happens if you fail.”

I heard a beep as Thorn set a timer, and felt her ass shift on my legs, as Pet began to lick her clit. The positions of our three bodies made this awkward, and in an effort to get a good angle, Pet had to smash her breasts into my midriff. She also lost focus on keeping up her hips, so her woolly vagina came to rest on my gagged mouth. I could just barely breathe through my nose at this point, my sense of smell inundated with her scent. Despite lack of direct stimulation, wetness dribbled from her pussy, forming a puddle on the sheet.

As Pet continued to eat out her wife, alternating between Thorn’s clit and two tightly-stretched lips, she began to grind her hips against my mouth, such that her own clit rubbed up and down against the portion of the dimpled ball gag that poked out from between my lips. The thin cloth of the sheet did little to hamper the ball’s effectiveness. Pet began to moan, and I could feel more and more fluid soaking the cloth around my mouth. Thorn must have noticed this too.

“Do not come before me!” she commanded.

Thorn bent forward and gave a light slap on Pet’s butt, which I could feel indirectly in my position at the bottom of everything. Pet stopped grinding for about ten seconds, then, involuntarily, started up again. Luckily for her, this short break gave her enough time to finish getting Thorn off. In the middle of her protracted orgasm, I could hear the timer going off.

Pet’s wife groaned uncontrollably, and squirted like a fountain. She arched backwards, impaled on my long penis, as jet after jet of fluid shot out of her, hitting her wife’s face, and soaking me through the sheet, as well. With every spurt, I could feel her loose pussy contract around me. Pet was so aroused by this that she ground hard into my mouth. I almost passed out at one point, just barely taking in enough oxygen through my nose. The dimpled ball stimulated her clit, and soon she too was releasing waves of fluid onto the sheet, most of which curled around the ball and down my throat, nearly choking me. I would not have traded that experience for the world, however. To me, tasting my best friend’s vagina, even indirectly, seemed just as wonderful as, if not better than, cumming down her throat.

I had been holding my own orgasm back, but the taste of pussy juice sent my mind into a tailspin and I began to ejaculate into Thorn’s pussy, albeit indirectly. Thorn clearly had a lot of experience with large toys, otherwise she wouldn’t have taken me in so easily, but she also clearly had never used one that could simulate an ejaculation.

“Ooh!” she said, reverting accidentally to her soft, radio DJ voice; this was the only time she slipped out of character.

I thought she would get up and perhaps call it a night, but instead she lay back further and, leaving my rapidly softening cock all the way inside her, instructed Pet to clean up. Pet, hairy pussy still smashed onto my mouth, began to lap all around the base of my shaft, then moved up to her wife’s vaginal opening and began to suck, rub and lick, for many pleasant minutes, until I could feel Thorn’s vagina begin to bear down on my limp shaft. It was a telltale sign that she was about to come again. This she did, and as her vagina clamped and released over and over, my cock finally recovered and stiffened as well.

“Ah good, the toy is ready again,” Thorn said after her own spasms had subsided. “Toy, you need to last at least five minutes for this. If you don’t, there will be consequences.”

I remember hoping she would not try to spank me if I failed to last. I might have to actually draw the line there, although I wasn’t sure. I heard a beep as she set another timer, then finally lifted her vagina off of me, my stiff cock exiting with a sucking sound. Both women stood up, Pet presumably at the behest of her owner, and Thorn turned around and squatted down again, this time facing away from my head in the reverse cowgirl position. Pet’s hands gripped by cock and guided it into Thorn’s ass. As her pussy had done, her ass opened easily, and I felt the sensation of a ring muscle sliding over the head of my cock.

Thorn did not torture her own ass the way she’d done with her submissive wife’s, so instead of pulling off completely, she simply lifted herself up and down, gradually taking more and more of me inside her, until, several minutes later, she was taking the whole thing. After a full few full strokes, punctuated by loud, uncontrolled moaning, she leaned back, and cried out.

“Now, Pet!”

I could not tell what Pet was doing at first. Thorn had stopped moving, and I could only feel an indistinct sense of increased pressure. Then I began to feel a rolling motion from the side of her anal cavity facing the vagina. I realized these must be Pet’s fingers on the other side. She must have had her whole hand up there. Maneuvering her hand around, she began to, in effect, masturbate me from the other side of the wall. Dreading a spanking or equivalent punishment, I started thinking about the most boring, awful music videos I could remember. The next minute was one of the longest, most pleasurable, and yet most tense of my life, as I fought to control my ejaculation. The timer buzzed right as I was about to give up, and my cock erupted inside Thorn’s ass. There was not as much cum this time, but it went thru a series of violent spasms, which I could not stop. By the tenth one, she could not hold out either, especially with Pet’s fist up her pussy, rubbing away. Fluid streamed from her vagina, soaking Pet’s hand and further drenching the sheet between my legs. She yelled something incomprehensible, arched her back and then lay back, trembling, putting her full weight on me. My cock was still lodged all the way up her ass.