My mind goes back to the first time Brett and I had each other. I was with a couple of friends at a bar and one of them spotted him. She finally went up to the bar and talked to him, then went out the back door on his arm. Ten minutes later, she came in and told our other friend that he wanted to talk to her, but she didn’t give an explanation as to what they’d been out there doing. So our other friend strolled up to the bar to talk to him, and they disappeared out the back door too. Ten minutes later, and still with no explanation, she came back in and told me that he wanted to talk to me. I was too curious to say no. When I got to the bar, I looked him up and down, and he did the same to me. And he just straight-up said, “I guess you’re wondering what your friends and I were doing out back.”
“Yes, that question had crossed my mind.”
Then he said, “I took them out back and fucked them. I wanted to see which of the three of you was the best fuck. You game?” Hell yeah, I thought, bring it on! He led me out the back door, threw me up against the wall, ripped my lacy underthings down, and fucked the hell out of me right there. It was breathtaking―he was breathtaking. When he finished with me, he pointed down the alley as I pulled up my panties and tried to straighten myself up. “See that Ferrari down there?”
“Yeah?” I panted.
He laughed. “I really brought them out here to show them the car. You were the only one of the three of you that I wanted to fuck. And you’re every bit as good as I dreamed.” Then he leaned in and kissed me, a deep, hot kiss that made me pant even harder, followed by, “Go tell your friends that you’re going home with me and get back out here.” I couldn’t run fast enough. When I came out the back door, he had the car running and was waiting for me; I hopped in and he took off. We went straight to his apartment and fucked all night long.
And we’ve been together ever since. Twenty-two years. I’d say that’s a pretty good run. And every time he looks at me with those blue eyes, I get wet. I can’t help it. We’ve kept it fresh and fun, and watching him fuck the women in our group really gets me excited. So I have no reason to think that will ever change, that wanting him, needing him thing.
So I’m standing here reminiscing, watching Heather and Josh, and I feel someone behind me. I know the touch well. “Thinking back?” Brett asks and smiles.
“I sure am, lover.” I kiss the tip of his nose and he comes back with a kiss on my mouth, his tongue slipping between my lips and tickling mine. Then he slips a finger into my pussy and I can’t help it―my back arches and I press against him. He laughs, takes it out, and kisses me again.
He points toward the door. “I think everybody is ready to go home. Wanna steer them all in that direction?”
“Sure. Most of them.” Actually, I’m thinking about something different. “There’s something I want, if it’s okay with you.” I whisper to him and he nods and smiles.
I make it over to Belinda and it looks like I’m hugging her, but I whisper in her ear, “You guys hang back, okay?” When I turn her loose, her whole face is lit up and she nods.
When everyone else is gone except for Belinda and Joe, I turn to Brett and he asks them, “Will you guys stay the night with us again? We’d love to take this to the bedroom.”
Joe slips his arms around my waist. “If you’ll strip right here, right this minute.” I start shucking off my jeans. Apparently Brett’s said the same thing to Belinda, because she can’t get out of her clothes fast enough either. “Now, you know what we want. Nice and slow.”
I pull one of the air mattresses to the middle of the room, and Belinda and I climb onto it. I look at her, grin, and head down to her slit, tonguing it as soon as I get there. Once I’m between her legs and comfortable, I go down on her properly and watch her squirm and groan. I hear a moan and check the sofa; Joe and Brett both are watching us and stroking themselves, and I love seeing that, their hands wrapped around their own shafts. Suddenly, I need something in my honey hole desperately. I get Belinda off and then she works on me, but I still want a cock in there. I’m aching for it.
When I come, both of the guys finally shoot. Then Brett gets up and leaves the room. When he comes back, he’s got a box, and I don’t remember ever seeing it before. He opens it and takes something out; two somethings, actually.
Butt plugs. Big ones. They take one apiece, lube the monsters up, and slip them into both of us. They’re so damn big that I have trouble taking it, but he manages to get it in there. Before I can say anything about how it feels, Brett goes back into the box and brings out two more items.
They’re the biggest, scariest dildos I’ve ever seen. Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “I don’t think you can get that thing in me.” Wrong thing to say, because now they’re both determined to do just that. Belinda glances over at me, and I can see that she’s already getting a little panicky. To try to calm her down, I smile at her. I mean, if they won’t fit in, they won’t fit in. End of discussion.
“Oh, we’re not just planning to get them in there. We’re planning to fuck you with them,” Brett announces.
Joe takes one of the big bottles of lube and slathers down the purple dildo. Brett’s got the red one in his hand, and he does the same. They look at each other and grin, then Joe comes to me and Brett goes to Belinda. Joe looks at Brett again with a smirk and says, “This isn’t my pussy, so if I tear it up, it doesn’t matter to me.”
Brett laughs and says, “I was just thinking the exact same thing. Split ‘em open, I say!” he shouts in his best medieval voice. I almost giggle, then I remember what they’re about to do, and I hold onto that giggle. I might need it later.
“Let’s see who can get it all the way in first,” Joe tells Brett. “You do the countdown.”
“Okay, here goes. Three … two … one,” and I feel the tip press against my sex. Until that moment I’d thought they were messing with us.
They weren’t.
Joe growls at me, “Spread ‘em, baby, far as they’ll go.” I bring my knees up and out, and I feel him press harder. There’s a tiny little burn. He keeps going. I feel my cunt start to open up a little, but not enough. That’s when he draws it back and then shoves it―considerably.
I see fireworks, and not the good kind, more like the kind where somebody dropped a match in a gunpowder factory. And I can feel the head of that thing about to breech my entrance. By this time, I’m panting and shaking. I remember my training for fisting and I bear down like I’m giving birth. It hurts like a motherfucker. And then I feel the “pop” of the head of the thing snapping into my pussy. Belinda’s having lots more difficulty with it, and Brett says to Joe, “What do you do to her to make her open up?”
“Never had that problem before. Must be your technique!” Joe laughs. He’s got the first four inches of the purple fence post in me, and I don’t know how much more I can take.
I watch Brett, and I see him do something I hadn’t thought of: He puts a finger on either side of the head of the red monster, presses his fingers into Belinda, then uses them to stretch her open while he pushes the dildo into her. She cries out, but I look over and see the entire head slip inside her cunt. Now it’s game on for Brett. He’s trying to make up for lost time by shoving it into her faster, and she’s crying out, screaming actually.
But I’ve got my own problems in my own downtown block. I look down to see Joe shove another two inches into me, and I realize the damn thing is over halfway into my box. The stretch is excruciating, but I want it. I check to see how Belinda’s faring, and Brett’s already got the thing more than halfway into her. She’s broken out in a sweat. And I’m headed in the right direction.
Five minutes later, I look down. I’m surprised to see that the entire purple thing is buried in me, right up to its latex balls. Joe leans down to my ear and whispers, “We’ll let them sit for a few minutes, give your pussy time to adjust. Then we’ll fuck you.” He starts kissing me and tweaking my nipples.
I don’t think I’ll ever adjust to that thing but, in
about two minutes, I feel my walls start to soften and form themselves to the dildo. I can do this, I think. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I see that the red one is firmly buried in Belinda, and she stares down at it, then over to me. She’s starting to look not quite so panicky.
Just as I think I’ve got it under control, Joe takes a hand from my nipple and starts to stroke my clit. The idea of coming with this thing in me is more than I can wrap my brain around. I’m so stretched out that there’s no way my pussy can contract around the giant toy, not to mention the butt plug, so I don’t know exactly what will happen. I see that Brett’s doing the exact same thing to Belinda, and now there’s full-blown terror on her face. I find myself wishing they’d restrained our hands, because I don’t know what I’m going to do when the orgasm hits.
And then it does. I feel myself slip off the edge and it knots my belly, my poor pussy stretched so far around the big log that it can’t spasm, and the sensation snatches the breath right out of my lungs. I see exploding balls of fire, lightning bolts, and I’m pretty sure that was my dead English teacher, all dancing behind my lids. I start to scream and I can’t even get it out―it’s trapped in my throat, my whole body rocking since my pussy and ass can’t tighten. As I shriek, I hear Belinda do the same, screaming expletives the likes of which I’m sure she learned in a Belgium brothel―I don’t even know what some of them mean. And Joe doesn’t let up. He keeps stroking and stroking, watching my stomach muscles ripple, and I see that he’s looking at the outline of the huge dildo under the flesh of my belly. It’s plain as day; I can see it, and it makes me scream louder.
After what seems like two hours of this mind-altering misery, Joe finally stops touching my clit. I breathe a sigh of relief. But I know what’s next.
He slides the dildo out and shoves it back in. I scream. He does it again. I cry out. Once again, and I groan―loudly. By the fourth stroke, I’m moaning incoherently, and I know full well that I’m incoherent, but I don’t seem to be able to do anything about it. He’s pumping it into me rhythmically and my body is trying to adjust. I watch as Brett shoves the red one into Belinda with a considerable amount of force, and she almost comes up off the mattress, screaming and reaching for him, probably to claw his eyes out, but he manages to stay just out of her grasp.
Joe keeps pumping it in and out of me, occasionally taking a different angle. When he finds what I assume he thinks is the right one, he shoves the dildo into me and I shake and scream out, “Oh fuck!” Then he really picks up the pace.
That’s when I realize I’m actually being fucked by the biggest damn dildo I’ve ever seen. Joe looks very pleased with himself as he watches it go in and out of my cunt. The angle he’s taken makes the damn thing rub against my G-spot, and I’m completely and totally overwhelmed with the sensations, the friction of the dildo’s ribs, the burn of the stretch, the pressure of it slamming into the end of my channel, the swelling I can feel my clit doing just from the arousal, not to mention the fact that this dildo’s as big around as a Gala apple and at least fourteen inches long; well, that’s probably an exaggeration, but that’s how it looks and feels to me. I have to wonder what kind of long-term damage this will cause, but it’s done now, and I just try to find some enjoyment in it all.
I’m so tensed up that I can’t come, so Joe just keeps going. He and Brett have already high-fived each other, and they’re laughing and comparing notes, god bless ‘em, while Belinda and I try to stay sane. She’s gotten quiet, and I’m getting sort of worried about her, but I can’t even speak to ask her if she’s okay; I can’t do anything but lie there and take it. Time kind of stands still as it goes on and on, and I realize after awhile that it’s not so bad. Another five minutes, and I start to moan and my hips begin to rock. I hear Joe tell Brett, “Hey, look! She’s getting into it!”
“She is too!” Brett laughs. I check on Belinda and find her twisting and pulling her nipples in some kind of state of absent-mindedness, her hips thrusting with every inward stroke. To my horror, Brett fishes his phone out of his jeans pocket and begins to make a video of what he’s doing to Belinda.
“No!” I start yelling. Then I notice that Joe’s doing the exact same thing to me, and I start to scream, “No! Stop! Don’t do that!”
“Baby, we’re not getting your faces, just your tits and everything below. We want to watch this later; we want you two to watch it later. Hell, we want the whole group to watch it. It’s just amazing. So damn hot,” Joe murmurs. Brett nods as he keeps filming and shoving the dildo in and out of Belinda. “I don’t know if I can hang onto the phone or not, but here goes.”
Joe starts a purposeful ramming, then picks up the pace. He’s running the thing in and out of me so fast that it’s almost burning my skin, and then it happens: I come. My whole body clamps down and I bow inward in the middle, shaking and moaning through clenched teeth and, as I look downward, I can clearly see the outline of the dildo under the muscles of my belly. He keeps going, faster and faster, and I can’t stop, can’t get any relief. Suddenly, he stops with the thing buried to the hilt in me, and I just collapse.
It takes me a little while, but I turn my head to look at Belinda and see Brett speed stroking the red dildo in and out of her. I watch her come, her body stiffen, her eyes roll back. She screams for what seems like a full five minutes, during which Brett will not let up. Her head lolls to the side and, when it does, Brett stops just like Joe did, the latex balls of the monster against Belinda’s labial lips. Out of curiosity, I try to clench my vaginal muscles and find I can’t―they’re too stretched over the shaft. It would be nice to say that everything was numb, but it wasn’t. It was more hyper-sensitive than anything, and I was miserable.
Joe leans down and kisses my clit, which makes my exhausted hips buck against my will. “I’ll take it out now, angel,” he laughs, then pulls it out slowly. The burn doesn’t go away; it’s still burning, and I get the feeling it will for days. I hear Belinda shriek as Brett pulls the red one out of her.
“Oh, god, what now?” I moan. Instead of answering me, Joe starts to stroke my clit again, and I almost scream. Everything is swollen, everything is over-sensitized, and it takes under two minutes for me to roll screaming into an orgasm, all points below my waist constricting and throbbing, and I know Brett’s doing the exact same thing to Belinda.
When Joe finally stops and my muscles relax, he climbs up beside me and takes me in his arms. And just as I think any tenderness he slips to me will be misplaced, he looks me in the eye and says, “Oh my god, baby, that was the damn sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You made me so hard that I’m aching, and I’m gonna fuck you right now. And it’ll be okay, really.” I really doubt that, but he climbs on top of me and slips his cock into me, and it feels like it always does. I hear Belinda murmur, “Oh, god, Brett, that feels so good,” and I know he’s pumping her. The human body is a miraculous thing.
When they’re done with us, Brett picks me up, Joe picks Belinda up, and they carry both of us to the bedroom. Brett and Joe get a warm washcloth apiece, and they spread our legs wide and wipe us down. The warmth of the washcloth feels good to my sore pussy, and I’m surprised to find that I’m getting drowsy. When Brett climbs into the bed with us and wraps me up in his arms, I snuggle into his chest and sigh deeply.
“God, baby, I love you so much,” he whispers to me. “I hope you’re not mad at the way we played with you.”
I think for a few seconds, and then I giggle. “I’ve always been a slut, so I guess you can do anything you want to me and I’ll stick around!” I look up into his eyes and find them smiling back at me.
“That’s what a man dreams of―a slut who’ll let me do anything to her, fuck anybody I want her to fuck, let me fuck anybody I want to fuck, and still love me and come home to only me. I’ve got the greatest life on earth.” He kisses the top of my head and whispers, “Go to sleep, precious. If anyone ever earned a rest, you two girls did.”
Belinda and Joe get up befor
e it gets light and go home, hoping that our nosiest neighbor doesn’t see them, and we get kisses and hugs from them before they go. After they leave, I fall back to sleep on Brett’s chest, listening to his peaceful, even breathing. He’s wrong; I’ve got the greatest life on earth. I’ve got seven gorgeous guys to fuck me unconscious, six beautiful women to play with me, and more love than anyone could imagine. We’ll always be closer to Joe and Belinda―after all, they were our firsts―but I love them all, and they love me.
Brett was right: Any baby this group brings into the world will be the most loved child in the universe, hands down.
5
Gloria
They think I didn’t see them, but I did. I saw that couple sneak out of Brett and Karen’s house this morning in the dark. Everyone else left last night, but they stayed. I’d love to know what they were doing in there.
I tried to look in the windows, but they had those blinds pulled down tight. I could hear something, though. It was mostly a lot of screaming and swearing. But there weren’t any noises like someone being beaten, so I didn’t know what to do.
At breakfast I tell Russell, “I’m beginning to think those Brett and Karen people are some kind of perverts.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Because of all those people coming over every week. And that couple who went home in the dark this morning,” I tell him.
“Did it ever occur to you,” he says, looking over the top of the newspaper, “that maybe they were watching a movie and fell asleep? And when they woke up they decided they should go on home? And there are lots of other possibilities too. So don’t go jumping to conclusions.” Then he goes back to the newspaper.
“Doesn’t anyone else in this neighborhood care about what’s going on? About our property values?” I can’t believe he’s just dismissing this―it’s very serious.
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