High School best friend and bull husband take me new places

And that is because this is the first story that is absolutely true and without embellishment, as it comes directly out of my own sex life.

Besides the names, nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing else has been changed. I obtained permission from all parties involved to put it down in words.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy occasionally reliving it, on those days where wistful daydreams dance upon the distant horizons of my spank bank skies.

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I sat across the table from my best friend from high school, Arielle, and her charming husband Dean.

All through school Arielle and I had been inseparable. We’d met during our freshman orientation and hit it off immediately. She had attended a different middle school than I, but we had loads in common and it became very quickly clear how amazingly we were going to get along. Unfortunately for me, there was a very solid friend-zone vibe straight from the beginning, and like many guys before me in the history of the world, sometimes you sacrifice the intensity of a crush in order to develop an amazing friendship.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t always have a thing for her…but the trade-off of the friendship had been well worth the sacrifice of the fantasy.

Now here we were in our mid 20’s, and talking about all of the adult things we’d been up to in the 7 years since graduation. I was working at a publishing company in New York City. Arielle was in her second year of marriage to Dean, whom she’d met in medical school. He was just beginning his residency while she’d recently been hired on as a nurse at a nearby hospital. It was a hectic life, but they seemed to be happy and doing well.

I’d driven down to visit them where they lived in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania earlier that Friday after receiving a surprise call from Arielle the previous week asking if I was free. It had been six months since I’d last seen her and she brought up the idea of me coming down to stay for the weekend. I jumped at the chance.

After packing up a duffle for the weekend and throwing my mountain bike into the back of the SUV I made the three-hour drive down to their condo.

Arielle had rushed out to meet me when I got there and wrapped me up in one of her marvelously tight hugs. Some things never changed.

Now here we were, a couple of hours later sitting around their dinner table laughing at old stories and catching up on new ones. There was an empty wine bottle, six beer bottles, and some shot glasses that painted a fairly clear story of just how our night had gone so far.

Arielle had somehow grown even sexier as she had gotten older. She didn’t peak in high school…she just kept, well, peaking. She was like a lava flow building a mountain from underwater. Somehow she just seemed to keep growing into something even more impressive as time went by.

It would be hard to describe in perfect majesty just how hot Arielle was. Hyperbole might seem abundant in the undertaking, but, alas, I must make it very clear to you just what this ball of fire looked like before I continue on with this chronicling. It is crucial that you understand this going in, so that you can fully realize the power she so easily wielded.

Her skin looked liked she slept overnight in a soaking tub full of vanilla-bean lotion. She had blonde hair that she wore layered at a medium-short length, with curls that seemed to jump up and kiss her neck and cheeks like desperate fingers. She had Liv Tyler blue eyes and dimples on her cheeks that seemed more like they were painted on by a pastoral master. When she smiled her soft creamy skin seemed to glow—it was the type of smile that was suggestive, as if she was always up to something. She always seemed to be wearing some strange summer-olive tan, even in the dead of winter. Her freckles charted star formations across her shoulders and neck and softly across her cheeks though less pronounced. Her lips were almost effortlessly naughty…like if she smiled at you in a bar you might go a little week in one knee as if a friend had pushed the back of your locked leg during the middle of a pool shot.

I’d seen men walk into things numerous times as they walked past her in public. I’d seen teachers in class lose their train of thought when she walked in wearing a skirt that was shorter than standardized testing.

Her body curved like Aphrodite. She had these C-Cup breasts that always seem to be lifting out of whatever shirt she was wearing as if they filled with some sort of heavenly helium. She was always wearing some sort of bracelet or necklace that seemed to hang off of her body like dripping water. Her legs were flawless—shea-buttered and curving into perfectly-adorable muscles that angled in all the right places. And her butt…ummfff. This was a butt.

She had a butt that would turn celibate priests AND devoted nuns into immediately unstoppable carnivores of the flesh if they were ever given the opportunity to actually do anything to it. In high school she’d been the shortest girl on the Varsity volleyball team, but that didn’t seem to matter. She was tenacious…and I’d gone to many of her games to cheer her on. Also, if I’m being entirely honest, her ass in a pair of tight volleyball shorts was, I’m quite certain, as close to the Garden of Eden as anyone has ever been.

I’d watched all through school as her first lucky crushes and boyfriend’s had experienced her magnificent wonders of her first sexual exploration with a quiet jealousy. None of them had ever really stood out enough. She grew bored easily of the men she played with and moved on to the next.

She had a body sort of like Camila Mendes from Riverdale, and the same lascivious facial expressions that made you think she was always up to no good, but with the blonde hair and blue eyes that allowed her to actually get away with whatever iniquities she was chasing.

Dean had been the first guy who’d been able to handle her pedigree. He was chiseled from a similar form of demigod DNA to Arielle and I knew from the first moment I met him and started hearing all of the stories of their collegiate adventures that he might actually have what it took to keep up with the firecracker that was my best friend.

She was stupidly intelligent, wickedly hilarious, and her body was an art-piece of a billion chasing groans…but Dean had been up to the task.

And now they these two stupidly sexy people were married and probably had all sorts of stupidly sexy sex in what I could only assume was a room full of as many mirrors as they could afford to buy.

Dean had gotten up to fetch more drinks and a pack of playing cards as I stared across the table at my decadently beautiful friend.

She was simply dressed. A pair of tight blue jeans and a blue tank top that hung just low enough to show off a light pink bra that hugged her juicy breasts and held them perfectly aloft.

The house was nice and toasty thanks to a fire that Dean had gotten going earlier in the night.

When he returned to the table with three Scotch and sodas he handed the deck of cards over to me so I could shuffle. The table wasn’t quite a full rectangle but it wasn’t quite a square either. We sat towards one end with Arielle directly across from me while Dean sat the side so that his blatantly naughty wife wouldn’t able to steal any glances at his cards.

We played Poker and Go-Fish and other similar mindless games as the mood required.

We were all fairly drunk by now and our conversations dipped and weaved into all sorts of topics.

“So John, you’re a successful good-looking guy in the city and you’re single…so tell us, are you taking home a different woman every single night to your apartment?” Dean asked, as Arielle smiled across the table at me.

I laughed at that. “I’d love to tell you that I have some sort of David E. Kelley imagined game, but that’s not quite the case.”

“Oh come on now Johnny, you’re being coy…I’ve known you for a long time, you do quite well for yourself in the bedroom.” Arielle said, and when she said this, I felt something brush against my leg beneath the table. I thought it may have been an accident, until I felt it again. Arielle’s foot was lightly placed against the inside of my right leg as she caressed my calf. I caught her eye and she raised the slyest eyebrow at me from across the table.

“Well, I’m not going to say I’ve been living like a Mormon…but I’m also not hosting the Romanesque-style orgies that every guy in their mid-20’s would probably like to be.

We all laughed at that.

“Hey! Don’t knock Mormon girls…one of the best blowjobs I ever got was from a Mormon girl!” Dean said, and his eyes seemed to get distant for a second.

“It’s a good thing you said ‘One of’ right there,” Arielle playfully admonished her husband. She swatted at his hand of cards but even as she did this I felt her foot travel further up my leg so that is was resting on the edge of my chair next to my thigh. I scooted my chair in of course.

“What about you Johnny? What’s the best blowjob you ever got?” Arielle asked as she looked across the table at me and curled her toes along the inside of my leg. I was a little in shock…Arielle had never flirted like this with me before…and her husband was sitting right next to us at the table. The alcohol must’ve had her feeling very daring.

“Mmm, Cindy Thompson…Senior year, we were looking for some place to fool around so we ended up on the stairs of our high school theater catwalk and ditched our last class of the day. I remember us having to be super quiet because there was a class of kids on the stage working on their spring show.”

“Mmmmm, I remember that story! You had a dumb smile on your face for a week straight after that. It was like she sucked the sadness out of you or something!” They all laughed again.

“For the rest of my life I will always associate some over-acting sophomore yelling out ‘Stellllaaa!’ in the background while Cindy took a whole mouthful of my cum.” I said to them as we all cracked up at that image, and now I felt Arielle’s foot push even closer towards my crotch. I was starting to get hard from her teasing. She smiled at me again from across the table.

“So what made it such a good blowjob? The actual blowjob or the setting?” Dean asked as he took a sip from his cocktail.

I was finding it hard to focus on my next poker move, the topic of conversation, and Arielle’s unusually skilled foot-play.

“The…combo of the two I think. Also, Cindy was just obnoxiously hot.” I thought out loud.

“Yeah, Cindy was definitely our school’s token hot Asian girl. She had the glasses and everything. You never knew if she was a super goody two-shoes or a totally ravenous slut, that’s what was so hot about her—the mystique. Also, let’s be real, she had total blowjob lips.” Arielle helped to paint the picture.

“It was legitimately like her teeth disappeared during the blowjob…I was so impressed because I know she had teeth…but I’m not sure I felt them one time while she sucked me. I didn’t last long.” I thought back to the blowjob and my cock was now definitely hard.

“I dunno…I sort of like a little teeth during a blowjob…it’s kind of hot when the girl lightly bites you or runs her teeth along your shaft…there’s a danger in the act then…more of a controlling sort of blowjob.” Dean added.

“Well boys I sure I’m glad that everyone at the table now knows my blowjob technique.” Arielle smiled at them both.

“What about you?” I asked her across the table. “Best experience of being eaten out?” The conversation had now firmly turned to sex and all three of us were enjoying the mental stimulation the topic typically provided.

“Hmmm, that’s a good question.” She said, and as she her eyes drifted away in thought, I felt her foot push against the very inside of my thigh right next to my crotch. My hardness was a mere centimeters away from where she was meandering her movements.

“As much as I love you babe, I’d have to say my absolute best cunnilingus was from my friend Jo during my first college Spring Break trip.”

My eyes went wide in shock. Dean cocked an eyebrow at Arielle.

“Who’s Jo? You never told me about that guy and I’m pretty sure I know the story of all the guys you’ve fucked.” He asked.

“Oh, well then I think you’re really going to be in for a surprise my friend,” I said to him even as I stared dumbly across at Arielle who sat there like a mischievous little minx, “Jo isn’t a guy.”

Dean looked from me and then back to his tawdry wife who had a huge grin on her face.

“Nooooo!” He said, but he was clearly enthralled.

“Jo was what you might refer to as a little college experimentation.” Arielle explained, as both of us looked at her with wide-eyed wonder.

“I remember meeting her a couple of times…you guys did always seem super cozy with each other.” I said, thinking back on her briefly intense friendship with the girl she had met right out of high school. It all made so much sense now.

“Yeah, we’d started out as super-close friends…and then we were drunk together at Spring Break and both of us wanted to take a shower and the water felt really good and soon we were making out and then we were doing more than making out and then she had pushed me up against the wall and she kissed down my body and she sucked me right there in the spray of the water and I came harder than I’ve ever cum from being eaten out before.” As Arielle finished her story she looked around the table to find a dropped-jaw convention was apparently in town. We were both in happy delirium from this story.

“Damn…that’s hot.” Dean said. He wasn’t a poet. But what more needed to be said?

“So is that the only girl you’ve done anything with, Ari?” I asked her, suddenly curious if she’d hidden anything else from me. We’d always shared such an open book with each other about our sex lives.

Arielle looked over to Dean immediately and Dean turned a little red.

“Well…no.” She said, but there wasn’t any embarrassment from her in the statement. “Dean and I have definitely allowed ourselves to have some, let’s say, sexual adventures together.” She said, and now I felt her foot move firmly against my crotch. She rubbed my hard-on as we spoke now and I was going crazy. My sexy friend from high school was coming on to me right in front of her husband and he had no idea. I scooted my chair in even more.

I looked over to Dean as she said this. “Oh really?” and I gave him the tallest of my inquisitive eyebrows as a beckoning.

“Yeah, Arielle and I have decided that we quite enjoy having a very…I guess you could say kinky marriage.” I smiled widely at that admission.

“Well you guys can’t just stop there…what does that mean exactly?” We’d stopped playing cards now. I was too distracted by the conversation and the footjob that was acting as literal subtext to our subtext.

“Dean and I have started bringing other people into our bedroom.” Arielle said plainly, as her foot slowly rubbed along the outline of my cock through my pants. She took a sip from her drink as she gave me an amused smile.

“Whoa…so like…you guys have had threesomes?” I asked, and my mind immediately went to it’s dirtiest of corners as I imagined my friend in all sorts of variables.

“And foursomes,” Dean added.

“And moresomes, actually,” Arielle chimed in again.

“Wow…holy fuck…that’s amazing. Wait, so, how many is in a moresome exactly?”

“A moresome, I’d say, based on what we’ve experienced, is more than five, but…less than fifteen. I’d have to consult the sextionary to make sure I’m using the proper terminology.” Dean was so inviting in the way he spoke about sex—so comfortable. I could see why Arielle fell in love so easily.

The man was a specimen. He was 6’2 and had some of his mother’s Spanish features. He was muscular but not in the grossly overcompensating sort of way. Both of his arms were covered in tattoos, some nautical, some nature. His hair had that sort of well-behaved coif that told you how well put together he was, and his face carried a slight shadow of untrimmed hair that was always perfectly moisturized.

“Sooooo…does this technically make you guys swingers?” I asked them honestly. It was a fun conversation. I had so many questions and we were all so drunk that the inhibitions had been left firmly tucked away in the coatroom.

“We encounter that word a lot…we hate it. But in the most accurate sense of the definition, yes.” Dean said.

“I prefer to think of us sluts or just sexually adventurous for that matter…especially because when I hear the word ‘swinger’ I instantly think about a cruise ship full of older married couples that are trying to make up for all the good sex they never allowed themselves to have when they were younger…or even worse, to save the dwindling flames of their marriages with last ditch Hail Mary’s into uncharted territories of kink.” Arielle said it as if it had become her mission statement.

“So how did this happen for you guys? I mean, don’t get me wrong…I think it’s fucking awesome…but, like, was it an accident? I’ve never actually talked to anyone who did this before…also, I can’t believe you’ve never told me this!” I chided Arielle from across the table as I felt her foot continued to rub along my cock. She bit her lip as she felt my size at full ocean-ready mast.

“Well, sort of yeah…the first threesome we had was towards the end of college with my roommate Bailey. We all got drunk one night on my tiny couch while we were watching HBO and some real sex show ended up coming on after Game of Thrones ended and before we knew what had happened Bailey and I were both kneeling in front of Dean and sharing his cock between our kisses.

“Also known as one of the greatest nights of my life.” Dean added to that. Arielle seemed to squirm in her seat as she told that story. The air in the house, whether from the fire or from the story of past flames, was decidedly heavy.

“So that was your first threesome,” I said, pressing them further. “But you’ve had foursomes? And moresomes?” I couldn’t help but laugh when I said it…it was such a silly term.

“We’ve hooked up with some other couples that we’ve met through some dating apps.”Arielle said as she stared at me with a lusty sort of gaze while she spoke. Dean had leaned in a little as the details poured out. We were all still drinking out cocktails as the night settled into seediness.

“Yes…as it turns out, Arielle and I both love watching each other fuck other people. It’s sort of almost a game now for us. Leaving jealousy out of those moments as we pleasure each other’s minds from the sheer completion of different fantasies.” Dean spoke with such smooth baritone about their sex life that I felt like I could listen to him narrate all my favorite books on tape.

“Yeah…and it also helps that Dean and I are both incredibly kinky. We’ve gone down some roads that I’d never expected us to go down.” As she said this I watched my best friend trace her hand along her delicately exposed collarbone. She looked like she was in heat.

“Like what? I’m so intrigued by all of this.” And I was. I was so turned on by the whole thing…I wanted to know more and more and more.

“Well…as you might’ve already guessed…I’m firmly bisexual. I like to play with girls in front of Dean. I like to eat pussy while he watches. I like to hear girls moan when I suck on their clits…and I LOVE making out with girls. Dean’s even made some videos of me fucking some girls we’ve brought home together.” She said, and her words dripped a viscous net of seduction over me—I’d never wanted so badly to steal a movie before in my entire life.

“That’s so fucking sexy,” I said. Dean was pouring the three of us a shot of whiskey now. I felt like a character in a play at that moment. My cock was leaking precum from the conversation and I wasn’t really sure where all of this was headed.

“What else have you guys done?” I asked. I was desperate to play voyeur to their kinky history book. My best friend looked like every fantasy I had ever had all rolled into one.

“Well…Dean is just as naughty as me. He likes to watch me fuck…but he also likes to dominate. He ties people up. He seduces people with his perfect cock. It’s really fucking hot. He’s brilliant in bed. He’s a specimen.” She said, as she winked at her husband.

“So how do you guys typically do this? You meet people from the apps or…you go out to a bar?” I asked, still trying to play innocent.

“A lot of times the idea will come to us on a whim. Sure…we’ve met people using the other methods of course, but sometimes one of us will just come up with an idea and roll with it.” Arielle said, and we all clinked shot glasses as we downed the shots like seasoned veterans.

“Yeah…like a couple of weeks ago I was craving another girl’s pussy on my cock, so Ari and I went to a bar that night and picked up on a bartender that’s always been particularly friendly with us and invited her to come over after she got off of her shift. And she did…and I spent that night fucking that girl’s brains out while my lovely wife road her face.” Dean said as if it was just the most normal everyday sentence.

“And then last week we were in bed playing with each other and I admitted to Dean that I’d always wondered what my best friend’s cock looked like.” She said it so nonchalantly that I almost missed that she was talking about me.

“Oh?” Was all I could get out. I was instantly nervous and turned on all at once.

“Yeah…I told him that I’d always had a bit of secret crush on you in high school, but that I hadn’t wanted to fuck up our friendship.” Hearing this was like having a bag of bricks slapped up against the side of my head and my heart.

My deliciously sexy best friend was talking about having a crush on me. She was sitting across the table from me and explaining the sexual conversation her husband and her had had about me while he was right there next to me. I was in shock. My cock was Tungsten.

“And what did your husband say about that?” I played along with her, attempting to be worthy of this game they had clearly reeled me into.

“He told me that he would love to see me bobbing on your cock. He told me that he would love to see me riding you…and he told me that he would love to watch my best friend fill me up with his cum.” I glanced over at Dean who was smiling with his eyes. He watched his wife work with a silent pride.

“Well, I find that scenario very intriguing, myself.” I said now as Arielle pulled her foot away and stood up from the table. She walked around to my side and had me push my chair back so that she could straddle my lap.

She tilted back in this cowgirl position as she leaned against the edge of the table with her elbows.

“Here’s the thing though, Johnny. Dean and I share everything, and I do mean everything.” I was rock hard beneath her as she talked—my breathing a shallow pool of collected nerves.

“Okay,” I said, I didn’t know where she was taking this, but she was clearly leading at this point so I allowed her to continue.

“Basically, we both get to play with whatever plaything we bring into this house. Which means that whatever you get to do to me, he gets to do to you.” As she said it, I quickly attempted to understand her meaning.

“So…Dean is gonna play with me too?” I asked, and my heartbeat played timpani as I looked over to the sizable man that was watching his wife grind slowly on top of my lap.

“Play with you is one way of putting it. You know how I told you earlier that we’re both VERY kinky?” I nodded back to her like a toy soldier might. “Well, one of MY favorite kinks is to watch my husband fuck other guys.”

I hadn’t fully put it all together until she said that and for the first time I felt a wedge of doubt thrust into my brain. I’d never played with a guy before. Other than the occasional finger in my butt during a blowjob I’d never considered my own sex in a sexual way. But I also knew, much like the poker hand I’d abandoned some minutes earlier, this was most likely going to an all-in situation. And there was no denying the fact that while I was scared, I was also more turned on than I’d ever been.

“Okay…hmmm…I’ve never done anything with a guy before…this is uncharted territory for me, Ari,” I said as I worked through my thoughts in front of them both.

“Mmmm, I know. That’s what I find so sexy.” She said as she grinded on me a little harder. “I particularly like watching straight guys experience what it’s like to play with a cock for the first time…I get off just from watching them submit to it.” Her hands drifted up to trace her exposed cleavage as she bit her lip at me.

If I was going to jump up and run now was the time to do so. But there was no way that was going to happen. I’d been jacking off for so many years thinking about what it would be like to thrust my cock into Arielle, and I certainly wasn’t going to give up that chance now. Even if it meant I’d be forced to try some things that I’d never expected I would ever come close to trying. Whatever reservations I had remaining were quickly melting away thanks to the kitten that was grinding her pussy against my raging trident.

“So…here’s how this is going to work,” Arielle told me as she laid out the ground-rules. “Dean and I are very kinky, and for us when we get really horny, almost anything goes, so if we cross any lines with you, you need to tell us. Safe words are stupid. Just communicate if you’re feeling too vulnerable or uncomfortable. As for the sex itself…basically, whatever you do to me, Dean is going to do to you. If you want me to suck on your cock, then you’re also going to suck on his cock. If you want to fuck me, Dean is also going to fuck you. If you want to bend me over and pound me like a little slut, well…you get the idea.” I looked over at Dean who was staring back at me. He seemed suddenly much more intimidating to me. There was an animalistic magnetism to them both. I felt like a fly being wrapped up in their silky web.

“Okay…I’m…I guess…nervous,” I said.

“Of course you are. And that’s okay.” Arielle said sweetly to me, even as her body lithely moved against mine. “But you know I love you Johnny…you’re my best friend in thie world. I promise you can trust us. I promise that we’ll blow your mind…if you let us.”

“I trust you,” I told her, and she leaned forward and gently kissed me as Roman Candles of Dopamine exploded throughout my brain.

The kiss was soft and her puffy pink lips slid over mine like slow-motion magic. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and soon we were kissing harder, more passionately. All the years of wanting her and now here I was, tasting her for the first time—she was water in middle of the driest desert. She pulled away from me before it got too wild and hopped off my lap as she grabbed me by the hand and led me toward their living room.

The area in front of their couch and fireplace had a large checkered rug that stretched across the carpet. It was a comfortable rug…the type of fabric you wanted to get playfully naked on the second you felt it. There were a couple of firm logs in the fireplace with flames dancing off their hard wood. Dean followed us into the room and opened up a box on the coffee table that held a jar of pre-rolled joints. Good Lord, they were like the most perfectly well-rounded bon vivants.

“Do you get high, John?” He asked me, as he took out a lighter and lit up the first mind-bender while we all stood there in the living room together.

“Oh fuck, I thought you’d never ask,” I joked, but there was clearly nervousness in my voice. This was all happening so fast. I was completely under their spell at this point, but my heart was beating at a hummingbird pace and my breathing was quickened and the small hairs on my body frizzled amongst their goosebump companions as I awaited to see what would happen next.

Dean took the first drag and then handed me the joint to do the same. Then I passed it on to Arielle as she took a deep hit. I watched as she passed the joint back to her husband but she still hadn’t opened her mouth to exhale. She turned suddenly and pulled me in and had me open my mouth as she shotgun kissed me a giant puff of the heady, dank inhibition annihilator. Roller-coasters soared across my vision as Dean took the joint back and took another deep hit. We were all standing on the rug together smoking and while he smoked Arielle pulled me in and kissed me again, and then suddenly I was pulled away and now Dean shotgun kissed me.

I was suddenly very high, and very much the fatted calf of these two sexual dynamos. This was not their first rodeo.

Arielle stepped away from us and turned around so we could both see her in all her glory—even she knew how fucking incredibly sexy she was—it was effortless. She shed her light tank top as she threw it to the side and then stepped out of her jeans as she kicked those off as well. She was wearing a pair of pink, lingerie panties that were a matching set with the low-cut bra that pushed her plump breasts out to us like ripe Washington Apples ready to be picked. Their was a tiny dark-pink bow in the middle of the bra and on each of the sides of her sexy, sheer thong. Now she really had stepped right out of one of my many high school fantasies.

Dean placed the joint on the table as he shed his shirt and pants. He was only wearing a very tight pair of dark-gray boxer-briefs and his sizable package stretched out impressively to the side. I gulped when I saw its outline, like a child staring up at the tallest drop on the theme park ride. I had never touched another guy’s cock, much less though about doing anything sexual with one.

“Excuse me? Are you distracted?” Arielle whispered into my ear from the side. “Don’t worry…you’ll have plenty of time to appreciate Dean’s equipment tonight, but right now I need you take all of this unnecessary clothing off.” She helped me lift my shirt over my head and then she dropped to her knees in front of me to unbuckle my belt and undo the zipper of my jeans. She pulled them off quickly and did away with my socks and then she kissed up my leg and pressed her face against the front of my boxers as she quickly pulled those down too.

I watched as the hottest girl I’d ever known placed my 6.5 inch thrumming hard-on at the front of her lips and then slowly take me into her mouth with a needy lust-crazed hunger. She was immediately bobbing down my cock like she was absolutely starved for it. I guess I’d expected that we’d take things slower, but she had other ideas. She sucked me like a ravenous sorority slut—I went week in the knees at the perfectly soft lips that puffed around my neck and I died with each deep moan she gave as the sound reverberated around my steel member. She showed just how fucking turned on she was just at the thought of blowing me. I couldn’t believe how fucking hard I was. It was a blowjob for the ages.

I didn’t last more than five minutes. Arielle tapped into the biggest fantasy of my life almost instantly—it was almost like she knew just how much I had longed for her.

And she sucked me in a way that told me she wanted to make that fantasy come true for me. She knew how badly I’d always wanted her…she must’ve. Girls always knew, didn’t they?

And now here she was being a complete slut on my cock, and doing every sexy thing you could imagine a girl doing during a blowjob. She sucked me long, choked on me, rubbed my cock all over her face; she sucked on my balls, ran a finger down to my ass as she lightly traced it along my asshole. She made me cum faster than I had ever remembered cumming from a blowjob before.

I warned her when I was about to burst as my knees went incredibly week as I tried to stay standing during the intense experience…but I couldn’t…I fell backwards onto the thick carpet and like a trained acrobat she traveled with me…never allowing my cock to exit her mouth. She was bobbing on me now with her hand around my cock as she jacked me off hard all the way through my orgasm. Her lips never left the underside of my head as she milked every last drop of my gigantic cumshot down her throat. I watched in agonizing pleasure as she swallowed all of my cum and when she was finished, she licked her lips and pursed a little kiss in my direction.

“That…is the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my entire life.” I moaned in silly rapture from the depths of the thick rug I basked in.

“Good babe, I’m glad,” she said as she lay down next to me and pulled my mouth in for a kiss. I tasted my cum on her lips as she put a leg over my leg and lay partly over my body. We made out like that sensually as she brought her hand down to lightly tug on my half-hard cock. I had just geysered down this girls throat and she had taken it like it was a walk in the park.

“I like the way your cum tastes,” she whispered into my ear as I felt her fingers lightly playing with my cock.

“Mmm, you’re so fucking hot,” I told her.

“You’re pretty damn sexy too,” she said as she kissed me softly. She popped up suddenly and had me sit cross-legged in front of her as she mirrored me.

She beckoned Dean over with a come hither finger and he walked over on the rug towards us.

I remember my body was absolutely on cloud nine from the heavy pot we’d smoked. I would find out later it was a strain they liked to employ before fucking called Jillybean, which often was used by people looking for slightly more creative or kinkier kinds of sex. And I was definitely feeling way less anxious than I had been. My fear had turned into anticipation.

When he was standing directly at our side she pulled me in to kiss me again. As we made out I saw her tug Dean’s boxer briefs off as his ridiculous hard-on bounced into view. He was a thick eight inches with sexy veins and a pronounced, mushroom head that curved upwards slightly. I kept kissing her as she led him over until his cock was directly next to our mouths.

She kept kissing me softly as she tickled the bottom of my chin to follow her mouth. We kissed over until his cock was between our lips. For the first time in my life I felt the hard, smooth shaft of a cock against my skin. He smelled musky and his odor was strangely intoxicating in a way that was entirely different from a woman—it was a dominant sort of smell—a wolfish pheromone that made me want to please it—to bow down to it—to be naughty for it. I was in someone else’s forest and I was being playfully hunted.

I felt Arielle grab the back of my head as she grabbed her husband’s large cock and placed it directly into my mouth. There was definitely no going back now.

“I want you to suck on his penis, Johnny,” she said it so sexily—she was so earnest in her request. My best friend really did want me to suck on her husband’s cock…and that made me strangely want to do it more.

I mimicked the blowjobs of my past, but I knew that wouldn’t be good enough for Arielle. She wanted me to suck on him like she had sucked on me. She wanted me to make her husband cum in my mouth like I had cum in hers. I could see it in her eyes as she watched me suck from only inches away. And I wanted to do all of these things for her. I suddenly had an overwhelmingly powerful desire to please her in every way I could…and that included pleasing her husband in a way that would satisfy her male-on-male voyeuristic desires. I sucked him passionately, like she had sucked me.

“You’re doing so good Johnny, just allow that cock to slip further down your throat. Relax your breathing while you suck on him. Just breath out your nose and you can take him even further down this slutty throat.” She said to me as she jacked the base of her husband’s cock into my mouth while I hungrily gobbled his pole.

I loved the way she kept encouraging me all the way through it. I loved sucking on this cock for my best friend. I loved knowing that my role reversal revved her up so much. She kissed my neck and my ear and my cheek while I sucked on him. Her hands roamed over the side of my body as I felt the softness of her lingerie touching my skin and it drove me wild. She licked down my neck and then I felt her mouth sucking on my nipples. I was in a frenzy of kinetic pleasure.

I couldn’t believe I had my best friend’s husband four inches down my throat while she pushed the back of my head down on him as she tried to get me take even more. She kept jacking him off at his base, and I moaned as she joined me on his cock, her tongue licking the bottom of his pole and slobbering over his balls as I kept my quickening pace going. I could taste his salty precum leaking out into my mouth and it wasn’t so bad at all. I suddenly wanted him to cum down my throat. I had this strange need to finish this man off…to be a good cocksucker for Arielle. It felt like I was required to swallow his cum, and that turned me on too. She and I both moaned on him even as we heard Dean’s moans increasing.

Soon he let us know that he was going to cum from our combined efforts. Arielle jacked his cock against my lips as I bobbed on him furiously. Arielle was so on fire as she watched us…I watched her fingers dip beneath her panties to play with herself as she knew what was about to happen.

“Mmmm, cum in his mouth baby!” she said to her husband as her hand milked a giant load out of his cock and directly down my throat.

I coughed at first. The taste is not what I had expected, but it wasn’t so terrible. I was so turned on that all I could think of was completing every second of this blowjob. I continued sucking him even as Arielle continued pumping him into my mouth with her hand. She wanted me to swallow the biggest load possible.

I started sucking just on his head now, as his penis pulsed in my mouth, ribbon after sticky ribbon of creamy sperm running down my tongue and I tasted the salty snack leaking down my throat as I swallowed it all desperately.

When he was finally done I felt Arielle pull my lips off his cock and immediately pull me to her so she could kiss the residue of his seed off my lips. She scooped some of his cum from the corner of my mouth and kissed me as we shared it between our tongues. The cum was both salty and sweet…I found that the more I tasted it, the more I liked it.

I was sharing another guys cum with my dream girl. Whoa. My mind was going crazy. Everything I knew was suddenly upside down.

“That was SO. FUCKING. HOT. Boys!” She said to us as Dean dropped to sit there beside us as we all formed a triangle on the rug. He reached over for the joint on the table again to smoke as Arielle fell backwards to lay on her back. She spread her legs as her pussy showed through her sheer thong. I didn’t need any more of an invite. I crawled over and immediately started kissing up her soft legs…they were so fucking soft and smooth and she sat up on her elbows to watch me worshipping her lower body.

I quickly kissed up her inner thighs and planted kisses on every part of her I could get my lips to. I wanted to experience every single inch of her perfect body.

Soon I was up by her crotch and I kissed around the thin patch of her torturously-small thong before finally pushing it to the side to glide my tongue around her amazing pussy. She was shaved and had the most amazing lips and clit I had ever seen. It was the kind of pussy you wanted to shove your face into the second you saw it. She smelled like lusty nectar as I pushed my tongue between her creamy folds and flicked it against her exposed hood.
She moaned loudly as her legs shook for me while I worked her. I got tired of holding her panties to the side so I stopped long enough to rip them down her body which exposed her sex fully to me for the first time. I spread her legs now and pushed her up so she was folded in half. Now I really got into sucking her. She was moaning incoherently while I sucked, even as my tongue glided down to enter her asshole and give her a good rimming. She opened her eyes excitedly when I did this. Dean cocked an eyebrow too. Yeah…this meant I was going to have to rim him too at some point…and they both knew it.

I devoured her flower like a bee on his first day of pollinating season. She became foamy under my tongue as I sucked the juicy nectar that oozed from her wetness like dewdrops on my sunrise tongue. If Dean tasted mysteriously tasty, she tasted like every obvious treat I’d ever longed for. She was sweet strawberries and and she smelled like some sort of boysenberry shaving cream she used…I was so completely hers.

I couldn’t wait anymore…I pulled her towards me as I positioned myself between her legs.

“Do you guys have a condom?”I asked them both suddenly.

“We do…but…we’re both clean, tested very recently…I’m on the pill…would you rather use a condom or…would you rather fuck me bareback?” She asked very pointedly, her legs resting to my sides as she played with her erect nipples through her bra’s thin lace as she took one out to squeeze her nipple between her fingers.

Of course I wanted to fuck her bareback. But I also knew that would mean…

I looked at Dean.

“Don’t worry…I think you’ll like being fucked bareback better anyway.” He said to me as he handed me the joint.

I took a huge hit as my mind once again whirled in a heady haze of marvelousness.

I handed the joint to Dean so he could put it down on the table again as I lined my cock up with the girl of my sex dreams. She looked like liquid heaven laying there in just her skimpy lacy, pink bra, her hair like medusa spread out around her on the floor in seductive chaos.

“Fuck me.” She said confidently to me, and I pushed my cock into her soaking wet entrance. She was absolutely gushing. She was hormonal 18-year-old, back-row-of-a-movie-theater wet. She moaned loudly as she felt my cock enter her for the first time. My best friend’s tight pussy clamped around my cock as I sat there for a moment and simply enjoyed the way she felt. This was everything I had always wanted. Arielle was sexual energy defined.

I pulled back finally and began a slow and methodical pace. Arielle made adorable little moans each time I bottomed out in her. She was in complete Mary Jane-hazed comfortable lust. I reveled in the perfect glove of her soft folds as I slowly thrust myself back and forth into her depths as I watched her breasts jiggle with each pound.

Dean watched us fuck in a kneeling position just a couple of feet away. He was lightly jacking his cock back to its equestrian godliness while he took in the show. It was amazing to watch the thing return to full glory. The room had too many beautiful things to look at and I didn’t have enough eyeballs to take them all in for posterity sake. His cock, Arielle’s breasts that she’d pulled out of the top of her bra to play with while I fucked her, her legs as they wrapped around my waist with soft submission—it was all ripped out of some sort of Candyland of ridiculous fantasy come true.

I slowed down as we moaned together softly. She pulled me down to her and wrapped her legs around me as we fucked sensually while beginning a passionate make-out session. Arielle moaned into my mouth and played with my tongue as I pounded her. She gripped my head to her neck as I fucked her with quenched desperations. She was moaning loudly now, begging me to fuck her harder.

I couldn’t believe how hot she was in bed. She said every possible thing you’d ever want a girl to say to you. She chewed on my earlobe and told me how much she loved my bare cock inside of her. She wanted my cum in her pussy. I was Paradise Lost. She was a fucking rock star at this and she knew it.

She pushed me back suddenly as my throbbing cock came out of her. I sat back on my heels as she crawled over to sit against the bottom of the couch which bordered one side of the comfy area rug we were fucking on. She undid the back of her bra and threw it to the side as her perky, rounded apples hung perfectly in front of her.

“Come here Johnny, lay on your back between my legs,” she said to me. And I did what I was told to do. She was absolutely in charge of whatever she wanted at that moment.

I crawled over and laid against her body as I felt my own body brimming with the elevated goosebumps of my high. She pulled me up so that my head rested just above her chest as her sexy breasts and Ticonderoga #2 pencil eraser nipples pressed into my back like positioning points.

She spread her legs and put her arms around me to hold me.

“Spread your legs Johnny,” she said, and I did what she told me to do.

Dean crawled over to us with his eight inches swinging rock-hard in front of him—it was like watching a master bullfighter stepping into a ring. His tatted arms crawled up his muscular frame as he looked like a seasoned farmhand heading into the barn to handle his business.

I was nervous. But I was also incredibly turned on. This was going to happen. I was actually going to take another guy’s cock in my ass for the first time ever.

He kneeled between my legs and spread them further out so they were now above Arielle’s smooth thighs as he positioned himself so that his curved cock was up against my perineum. He snagged a bottle of Swiss Navy lubricant from a small shelf on the nearby coffee table. I’m sorry if that seems like too much detail…but everything about these few minutes stands out for me as being incredibly lush with exposition. Life changing sexual encounters are as detailed as Hieronymus Bosch triptychs.

I noticed his sizable leg muscles as they flexed in the position he sat in. I noticed the nice trim his balls had…how tight they pulled against his body as his thick cock jutted out in a tempting banana bend.

He covered his cock with the lube and then pulled my legs up further to squeeze some of the slipperly liquid into my ass. I shuddered as I felt the cold liquid pooling against the sensitive ring of my anus.

Arielle leaned down to kiss my ear, and then she spoke softly to me as Dean started to rub the head of his cock around my hole. “Now…we could start by just fingering you, babe…but, it’s much sexier to watch a guy take a fully hard cock before he’s been opened up. There is something so fucking good about hearing those first moans—I love watching Dean open up another guy’s ass for the first time. There’s something so controlling about it. But I promise, we’ll go slow—he’ll take his time so you can really enjoy each new inch as he pushes into you, okay?”

I shuddered all over my entire body. Had she practiced that speech? I wondered. I was in equal parts ecstasy and anxious anticipation.

“Yeah, okay,” I said to her finally. And she kissed my cheek, and the she turned my head to kiss her lips, and as she did that I felt what it was like for the first time in my life, to have another man’s cock enter my body.

I moaned painfully into Arielle’s mouth but she didn’t let my lips leave hers. It was like she expected me to experience this first terrible moment and she anchored me to her sensually intimate mooring as she kissed me fervently, but with so much care and attention. She held me to her chest as I wanted to cry from the large head of her husband’s cock first passing beyond the orbit of my sphincter.

She broke apart from me as I moaned out into the open air to announce my changing role.

She leaned into my ear again, “Try to relax your ass…don’t clench at all. Just allow yourself to open up and it will be way better in a second…let him get past those last few taut muscles and you’ll be really good.” She kissed my neck again as she instructed me.

He wrapped my legs around his waist as I felt his head fully pop past my ring and travel another inch forward. I moaned painfully but there was a relief in making it past that first terrible, searing invasion. He was so big inside of me. I felt like I was riding a bike without a seat.

“Now just enjoy the way his cock feels inside you…enjoy the feeling of being slowly filled.” She said to me now. Her hand traveled down and lightly played with my cock, which was surprisingly rock hard. I couldn’t believe I was so hard with all the pain I was also feeling. She gently ran her fingers over my hard-on as she caressed them up to my head and slowly traced her nails and fingertips down my throbbing shaft.

Dean pushed his cock another couple of inches into me. I moaned deeply and tried to steady my breathing to put up with the pain. It was a strange mix of the sting of having my ass opened for the first time with something deeper and more wonderful beginning to spark.

He poured more lube onto his shaft as he put both of his hands on the tops of my thighs for leverage. I felt him continuing to push his cock in with small rocking motions as the lube fully lathered my insides, and he seemed to be sliding in easier now—his giant log expanding my tight chute.

Soon he was six inches in and I told him to stop for a moment so I could adjust to the crazy fullness I was feeling. I breathed deeply in and out as I took everything in.

Arielle soothed me as she kissed my neck and my cheek and then brought me in for another delicious French kiss—I moaned in pleasure as I enjoyed the way she sensually tongued me, and as we continued, that’s when I felt Dean take charge and press the last inches of his cock into my ass. I groaned sloppily into my friend’s mouth as her husband fully filled me with his ridiculous tool.

“That’s a very good boy, Johnny.” She said to me as he stayed pressed against me with his big balls resting flesh with the bottom of my cheeks. Little did I know at the time, but his cock was what I would later come to describe as, a gift from the prostate Gods.

The last push he gave ignited a button inside of me that made all pre-existing sexual knowledge revert to their original factory settings. I was being redefined and I didn’t even know it.

“Mmmm, that is so fucking hot, Johnny, you’re taking all of Dean’s cock now.”

He finally began to pull out, slowly, methodically. Rich, mining thrusts that went all the way out and all the way back in. His motion and his curve made him look like that Viking Ship swing ride at the state fair.

My moans slowly became less painful and more pleasurable—minor notes turned into major ones. Arielle kissed my neck passionately as her husband fucked me. She was so into it, and it made me more into it.

“Does it feel good, baby? You’re allowed to like it. Tell me if it feels good.” She said as her lips pressed torturously against my ear.

“Yeah…I like it…Mmmmm…I really fucking like it.” My words came out in little whines. I’d never been so rotated before. Everything felt opposite. But I wasn’t lying. I did like it. I liked being fucked.

“What does it feel like? Describe it to me,” She said as her hands rubbed up and down my chest, occasionally teasing the tip of my hard-on with her fingers.

“Mmm, ughhh, it feels…it feels…good…I feel full, and when he’s all the way in he hits like, this spot…I like when he’s all the way inside me, Ughmmm,” I moaned back to her, attempting to verbalize brushstrokes on the current messy canvas of my pleasure.

“You’re taking my cock really well, John. Just enjoy the way it feels opening you up. It’ll only feel hotter the more we fuck tonight.” Dean said to me. And now I was thinking about the fact that this wasn’t the only time he was going to fuck me. And that was exciting, too.

“Mmmm, fuck…it’s soooo fucking good.” I moaned. And it was. I couldn’t believe how fucking good it was. I couldn’t believe how on fire my ass was—how much I was enjoying their attentions—the way Arielle held me the entire time—soothed me when he went too hard, moaned along with me as she reveled in watching me take my first cock.

She whispered just to me now as she put her mouth right up against my ear and spoke in a sultry tone. “I think it’s really sexy that you’re taking a big cock up your ass, babe. You’re such a sexy slut right now and your legs look so hot wrapped around my husband’s waist. I like the way you moan when he fucks you. I like the way your eyes are rolling back in your head while you get pounded. I like the way you whimper from his big cock. I can’t wait for all the naughty fun we’re gonna have tonight. Dean and I are going to take really good care of you.”

I moaned throughout everything she said. Her words were like singes of oil from a heated pan, searing into my pleasure centers with frighteningly good accuracy.

“I like seeing Dean take straight guys cherries because he’s so damned good at it, that a lot of times those guys end up becoming more obsessed with his cock than they are with my pussy…I wonder if that’ll happen with you. Are you gonna end up becoming a little cum slut for my husband?” She flicked my lobe with her tongue when she said this.

I didn’t even know what to say. Of course that wasn’t my intention…but I also couldn’t deny that I was loving every second of my first ever fucking. And the words she was saying, while shockingly wild, only turned me on more. The idea of being submissive to Dean’s cock—the idea that she was planting these mental seeds even as he was working on planting his physical ones in my freshly toiled hole—it was all just midnight in my garden of good and evil.

He thrust into me harder as I began pushing my butt up now to meet his thrusts. Arielle laughed in joy when she saw me do this.

“Mmmmm, YES, I love that. I love when boys are little sluts for Dean’s cock. Show me how much you love being fucked, Johnny! Show me what a slut you can be for my man!” And I did as I was told. I could feel Arielle’s pussy getting even more wet against the small of my back where I was laying against her. She seemed to be grinding much more against me as I was fucked—she loved every second of my spiritual awakening.

I was moaning louder as he fucked me harder. He got up further on his knees now and pushed my legs up and to the sides so I was more folded over. Arielle helped him by grabbing both of my legs and pulling them back towards her so he could ram into me with the full power of his sculpted frame.

I couldn’t believe I was spread open like this while my best friend held me in that position. Each powerful pounding made me want to push my legs down but she kept my legs bent towards her which kept my ass gaping and available for Dean’s deeper plunders. I felt his fat head driving into the back of my ass and rubbing against that mystery spot with even more force now and I started to sound like an information desk employee at the Tower of Babel.

“Yes Dean, fuck him baby. Fuck this little slut into submission. Give him your cum, baby…I want you to cum in his ass, baby!” Arielle moaned to her husband as he towered over me and pounded me into the thick rug like I was the head of a nail.

I groaned deliriously as I felt my cock swelling as he fucked me. I knew the second someone touched my hard-on again it wasn’t going to take long for me to lose it.

Finally Dean announced that he was going to cum which meant I was about to experience what it felt like to have a man shoot his sperm into me for the first time. It was a crazy thought, even in the middle of the moment. I moaned in need as he fucked me and Arielle told me to squeeze his cock with my ass so I did so.

She brought her hand down to play with my cock just as Dean began to spurt inside of me.

“I’M CUMMING!” He roughly announced as Arielle brought a hand down to quickly jack off the top half of my cock as his cream filled up my butt. I exploded thirty seconds later as my second cumshot of the night seemed even larger than my first. Because of how bent over I was, my cum landed on my neck and my face and on Arielle’s neck and cheek. She slowly jacked me as drop after drop of my cum oozed from my upside-down hose all over us. Dean bent me further in half as the last of my cum was slowly dripping out. Arielle opened my mouth with her fingers and I watched as the cum fell directly from my cock into my mouth. She leaned down to kiss me again and we shared my load as her tongue traced its way through the sticky jizz while we kissed. She brought her hand off my cock and together we kissed the cum off of my hand too. We were desperate with the horniest of desires.

“Mmmmm Johnny, that was so fucking hot.” She said as she rolled over so that she was sitting on top of me. Dean allowed his cock to fall out of my ass as he fell over to the side of us to take a rest.

We made out like that and I quickly felt my cock coming back to life. This was most turned on I’d ever been…It was going to take more than two epic orgasms for me to call it quits.

I saw Arielle’s face wrinkle in surprise as she felt the head of my cock pressing into her from below. She wiggled her pussy over me and allowed me to press inside of her. She was dripping from watching us fuck.

We made out sensually with my seed for the next few minutes. I moaned loudly into her mouth as I tasted my own cum and she spread it around lewdly onto my nose and cheeks.

We looked like a best-of-Brazzers video shoot and Arielle sighed in a sexy purr as she snowballed my cum in our lazy mouths. The salty splooge exchange was so dirty, but that’s what made it so hot. But then, so was everything else we were doing. It was kinky, dirty, naughty, tawdry, stupid, sexy, fun.

It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. It was the hardest I had ever orgasmed.

She stood up from me as I fell back on the rug. She reached for a new joint and a lighter and turned to look back at both of us where we lay there admiring her ass and body.

She looked so incredibly perfect standing there naked, my fantasy girl, completely beautiful with curves that rivers would be jealous of. She took a large hit and then handed the joint down to Dean and me. We both partook again as I coughed a little with the intensity of my inhalation.

She replaced the joint as she brought her hands up to rub her breasts in front of us for a moment. We just laid there and stared dumbly at this goddess. She was looking at me but she spoke to Dean.

“Let’s take our new toy to bed,” she said. And Dean immediately agreed. She reached for my hands and pulled me up. She led me down a nearby hallway to their bedroom with my hands in hers as Dean followed us.

A large king sized bed stood in the middle of the room with medium-sized wooden bannisters. The bedspread was a beautiful blue-and-white checkered pattern, and the soft blues and whites spilled out into the room in a Pottery Barn sort of aesthetic—everything was perfectly appointed—just like Arielle. She pulled me up onto the middle of the bed as she kneeled next to me.

We kissed again. I loved kissing her. She was a passionate kisser—the type of person who seemed like they desperately NEEDED to kiss—it was sexy—frenetic—constantly evolving. But she was so good at it…the way she was on me roughly before backing off almost to leave me searching for her lips again—high and low tides, each serving an equally important purpose.

Dean lowered the lights and lit some candles. It was still easy to see everyone, but now we were slightly silhouetted in the smoky shadows we created as we moved around each other.

They switched on some music in the room so we could get right back to the vibe of the living room.

As we kissed I felt Dean crawl up behind me on the bed as his legs knelt on either side of my own. He kissed up my back and I got chills from his rougher lips against my skin.

Soon he was all the way pressed up against me from behind as he kissed my neck. Arielle broke apart from our kiss to find her husband’s lips as his face came into view, and then she broke their kiss as she turned my head to take his tongue into my mouth again. He grabbed my hair roughly as he kissed me. I loved it. He was so domineering. Arielle hummed with glee as she watched him exploring my mouth.

My aching cock was hard again and it pressed against her belly. I felt Dean’s tool press against the top of my ass. His cock was fully recharged again, too.

Arielle took my face back as she leaned in and kissed me while both of her hands ran up to play with my hair as her delicate fingers massaged my head. While she was doing this I felt Dean position himself behind me so that his cock was at my hole, and once again I felt him push into me, only this time, from behind. I groaned again as his giant manhood spread my anal walls apart. I was barely devirginized and he clearly was only just getting started.

Arielle leaned in and jacked my cock off while he fucked me. “Mmm, you’re SOOO hard.” She kissed my chest and nipples while her hand gently pumped me as I was fucked.

And then she licked down my body to take my cock in her mouth again. She sucked me while he fucked me. They timed their thrusts so that his cock was leaving my ass at the same time her mouth was coming off my dick.

It was like a sexual Chinese Finger Trap, they’d push back together as my entire body unraveled with their combined ministrations. His thrusting would push my hard-on into his own wife’s mouth—what a mind-fuck that was for me.

I heard Arielle gag on my cock as I watched her amazing ass bent up behind her—I could tell by the way that she gyrated her hips while she sucked on me just how turned on she was…she was already desperate to be filled again. My eyes were rolling so far back in my head, I can still remember the darkness of my inner sexed-up brain. The pleasure was transcendent.

She suddenly pulled off me and I felt like I’d been abandoned at the station even as the train plowed into me. I watched as she hopped off the bed and headed over to their closet. Dean pumped me slowly while she disappeared for a moment before returning with one of those sex wedges. I’d seen them before in sex shops but had never actually met anyone that owned one.

“Dean, bend him over this.” She said to her husband. She put the wedge in front of me with the ramp leading down and away. Dean pushed me over the one wall of the wedge and I slanted away from him but this caused my lower body to press up against it’s base and forced my ass to press up into the air towards Dean. I looked ridiculous. I looked like the sluttiest girl presented in the whorehouse.

Dean didn’t waste any time. He lubed me up again and soon his bare cock was thrust back into my oily ass with a renewed fervor.

The last position felt sensual in that Arielle was there to comfort me while I was fucked. Now though, I felt like I was being used by his cock in my first truly slutty position.

Arielle got off the bed and fetched a video camera she had on top of their dresser.

She clicked it on and started filming us.

“This is so fucking hot…take my husband’s cock Johnny. Mmmm, yes, PLEASE boys, put on a show for me.” Dean grabbed my hips and pistoned in and out of my ass like he was a woodpecker drilling into his favorite sapling. And that’s how I felt—like a desperate little tree completely dominated by the sizable Pine in the room—but I wanted more of that wood—I wanted that sap filling up my ass again. And with Arielle filming, I wanted to give her that…I wanted her to know how slutty I would be for her—for both of them really. How much of a cumslut I would be if that turned her on as much as it seemed to.

Dean rumped me like a back seat limousine prom shag, pounding my butt into the soft sex wedge as my cheeks bounced like ripples in the waters of his skipping stone ball-sack. I loved the way his nuts slapped against my soft cheeks. I loved how Arielle moaned as she watched him bottom out in me—the way she moaned in pleasure when he sped up his fuck. The lube created loud squelching sounds as I heard what my opening ass sounded like as I was taken.

She put the camera down on the dresser facing us and crawled back up to join in on the party. She pushed Dean back and his cock came out of me again with an airy Pringles Can air pop—which I suppose meant that the fun just wouldn’t be stopping. They had me sit up so she could take my place on the wedge as she scooted it forward.

Now Arielle’s perfect ass was finally presented to me. The ultimate fantasy of my youth in kinky repose.

She looked back over her shoulder at me as I lined my cock up with her soft pussy. I entered her again only this time I was treated to the view of her perfect ass with every fuck—she had a Dani Daniel’s ass—that was the best way to describe it—a pornstar ass that was unfairly perfect. Then Dean found my hole again and now I was being entered once more even as I fucked her.

For a while they made me do all of the work. Whenever I thrust forward into her Dean’s cock would slip out of me, but when I took my cock out of my best friend his beast would impale me again. It was like having a badass apartment on the east and the west coast with a briefly empty feeling as I made the cross-country flight.

I loved the feeling of having something in my ass while I fucked her. And I loved the way she was clenching her pussy muscles over me while Dean throbbed his cock inside of me. They were sexually sympatico—absolute masters of their craft.

I took long, slow thrusts at first, enjoying the way Arielle’s ass felt against me as my cock fwooshed through her hot wet folds. Then I’d linger occasionally longer when I pulled out, loving the way that Dean’s cock would curve up into me from behind as he gave me the occasional spanking on my own sizable buns. Being fucked from behind skyrocketed up my favorites list. It is still my favorite way to get fucked.

After a while Dean took back control and his powerful drives into me now also drove me into Arielle as she moaned into the sex wedge with her ass firmly impaled by my cock. I was harder inside of her than I usually would be due to Dean’s constant rubbing against my prostate.

Arielle wasn’t going to last long. I was pounding her harder and she was so turned on by the fact that most of these thrusts were a direct result of her husband’s own dominating tool that she soon quaked below me as a deep fissure of juice bubbled up inside of her and drenched the bed below her. I could feel how wet she gotten as she came. When she pulled forward from me I could see the creamy white foam all over her pussy and my cock. It was fucking sexy as hell.

“Go clean her up,” Dean said to me as he pushed me back down while he continued to fuck me. I moaned into her cheeks as my face wedged between her beautiful ass and licked up her frothy orgasm. I spread her cheeks and allowed my face to lavish in every inch of her pussy and ass. I dragged my tongue up and pushed it inside of her ass which made her squeal in joy. She grinded her ass back against me while I rimmed her beautiful taint and felt a few soft remaining hairs tickle my nose. I was moaning into her while Dean showed off his ridiculous stamina in my butt.

I was now grinding my face into her booty at the same time that I gyrated my hips against his thrusting like I was a club girl working hard for a bigger lap-dance tip.

Finally she pulled away as all of the nerve-endings had become too sensitive as her multiple orgasms spread out like earthquake aftershocks. We all stopped to take a short break as we looked to see how sweaty we’d all become.

The night continued with various positions and all sorts of amazing kink.

We took a shower a little after two in the morning which was nice as we were completely drenched with each other’s fluids and sweat.

Arielle brought me to my knees as she joined me and we spent a good ten minutes making out with her husband’s cock together. The hot water sprayed over our faces as we got lost in the pleasure of our submissive trance. Our tongues slithered over his baton like cheerleaders fighting for a summer camp spirit stick.

We’d find one another in the candlelit bathroom as out tongues glided over each other and made out before returning to different parts of his cock. It was hot. They were both so damn hot.

Eventually when our own exhaustion had caught up with us, we crawled into bed naked and fell asleep under the covers together. Arielle insisted I sleep in the middle. She and I fell asleep facing each other with our noses in a frozen Eskimo kiss, while Dean snuggled up behind me with his hand on my hip and his own lips pressed closely to my neck. We fell asleep fast.

Sometime later that night, I awoke to feel Dean’s hard cock pressing up against my ass in the dark. He must’ve been dreaming—he was rock hard again.

I moved my ass slightly so that the cockhead would be pressed right up against my hole.

Then I quietly worked on spreading my cheeks in a way that would allow for him to slowly push in if he wanted.

He must’ve woken up at least a little as I did this. I felt him push forward as the tip of his cock entered into me…then he scooted even closer and began to work on entering me again. He fucked me slowly in the dark like that for a little bit. I tried to keep my moans silent so as to not wake Arielle, but that’s when I realized her eyes were very barely open as she watched us. She leaned over and gave me the sweetest of kisses while I was her husband took me again.

We kissed the entire time he fucked me until finally he was cumming in my ass again, and then she brought her hands down and jacked me off while she kissed me. It felt so good to have my best friend playing with me like this while her husband’s cock was still resting firmly inside with his pulsing member having just delivered another load of his cum to my newly submissive ass.

“Cum for me you little cumslut,” she said. “Cum for me while my husband’s penis is still inside your ass.” And when she said this I lost it.

I came all over our chests while she continued to jack me and she rubbed my cum into our bodies even as her other hand finished milking me. We were covered in my sperm but it didn’t seem to matter.

We fell asleep like that, with his cock growing soft inside of me, with her hand holding me, all three of us pressed together—a deliciously sinful threesome of so many desires fully realized.

I couldn’t have loved her more than I did in that moment—both of them really. We drifted off into a deeply satisfying land of slumber.

And nothing was ever the same for me after that.

There was some incredible morning sex of course. Arielle even left to shower while Dean rolled me onto my stomach to power fuck me into their marital bed which caused some moans to come out of me that I hadn’t ever heard before, and then when Dean left to go pick up some breakfast and coffee Arielle and I were able to crawl into bed together and do all sorts of sinfully marvelous things together. She gave her ass to me and I came again inside of her and we talked about how amazing the previous night had been even as she held my cock in her buns while we playfully bantered in the soft afterglow of the morning light.

She loved hearing me talk about my first cock…what it was like, the emotions I was feeling. She really was my sexual guru in that moment—opener of powerful doors it would appear.

But mostly, she was still just my best friend—even if we now seemed to have an open license to fuck whenever we wanted.

We’ve had our fun on and off in the years since, but mostly it was that night that truly conquered all other nights in the history of the world—a sexual debutante thrust into a perfectly controlled storm.

The intimacy of discovery gift-wrapped and hand-delivered by the sexiest girl I had ever known.

I’ll never truly be able to thank her for what she did for me that night.

Hopefully this story does the whole thing some justice.

My hope for all of you is that you allow yourself to discover who you might actually be in the bedroom.

My awakened bisexuality was my Holy Grail. Having my ass taken for the first time was my Fountain of Youth. And I might not have ever known about any of it if it wasn’t for Arielle and Dean, the Indiana Jones and the Lara Croft that raided the tombs I didn’t even know I needed raiding.