N Morley: Packing Heat: Femdom Strap-On Stories

“Come on, Bob,” Gina cooed. “I know how much you love to stroke off. You think I don’t know that you’ve been jerking off all week thinking about my tits? Come on. Stroke it.”

“Don’t play hard to get,” said Brooke. “I know how much you love to jerk off. You think I don’t know when you’re doing it in the bathroom? When you sneak off to the garage and look at your Hustlers? Come on, Bob. Give up. Don’t bother to play hard to get. I know you want to come. Do it.”

My hand traveled slowly down my body, wrapped around my latex-sheathed cock. I moaned as I began to stroke it, and Brooke and Gina both laughed. Then they started fucking me, harder than before, more brutally than ever. Gina’s hips forced her cock down my throat again, making me gag and choke just as Brooke began to pound my ass, violently fucking her hand in and out within my asshole.

It lasted a few second, that’s all. Then I heard myself grunting rhythmically, my groans rendered staccato by the thick cock violating my throat. My cock pulsed and my entire naked body exploded with pleasure as I succumbed to the most intense orgasm of my life. My asshole clenched tight around my wife’s fist as I came and came and came, filling the condom with what felt like gallons of come.

“That’s a good boy,” said Brooke, easing her hand back. She gently worked her hand around until she could slide it out of my ass. I heard the snap of her glove, and Brooke tossed the discarded latex across the room.

Gina pulled her cock out of my throat, and I gasped desperately for air, sobs attacking me again. Gina seized my hair and slapped my face again, harder—three times, four, half a dozen.

“It’s no good crying, bitch,” said Gina. “We know you loved it.”

Gina came around the side of the bed as Brooke reached under me and gingerly unrolled the condom. I thought my ordeal was over, but when Brooke climbed onto the bed in front of me, leaning against the headboard, I realized that it had just begun. Gina knelt behind me and guided the thick head of her cock to my fucked-open asshole. She drove into me so quickly that even my spread hole seized and clamped around it. But there was no resisting—Gina began to violently fuck my ass just as my wife spread her legs around my face.

My arms still hung limp, untied, at my sides. My legs, however, were bound to the bed, forcing me open wide. There was nothing I could do to respond to Gina’s violent, hateful invasion of my asshole.

Nothing, that is, except lift my hips and raise myself up to my knees, pushing myself onto her cock.

“Look, he’s learned his lesson well,” said Gina. “He’s a little ass-bitch now. You can give it to him every night, and he’ll fucking beg for it.”

“It always happens,” sighed Brooke as she grabbed my hair and forced my head back. “Once you ream them out, they’re good little sluts for the rest of their lives. Now eat, darling.”

I hadn’t realized that she still had the condom—I’d thought she just didn’t want me to make a mess when I came. But she had other things in mind, I realized as she forced the rubber ring of the condom’s end between my lips and behind my teeth. She let go of my hair, roughly forced my mouth closed and, deftly using one hand, rolled the condom like a tube of toothpaste. I tasted my own come, felt it oozing into me, lukewarm goo from a rubber tube. I choked at first, not expecting the strong taste. But Brooke wouldn’t let me open my mouth until after she’d poured my own come into my mouth.

“Swallow, dear,” she said.

I swallowed, the unexpectedly strong taste overwhelming me and making even my cock-opened throat close tight. I managed to gulp it down with some difficulty, but as I finished, Gina slapped my ass hard, making me surge against her as she grabbed my hips and shoved me back onto her cock.

“ He’s fucking me ,” she laughed. “Come on, bitch, fuck yourself onto my cock.”

She had my hips firmly between her hands, pulling me back to meet each thrust. I could have struggled; I could have resisted. But I didn’t; I let Gina’s firm hands guide me up and down on her shaft.

As I felt my cock stirring, getting hard again.

“Ready for another go?” said Gina. “I think he’s more virile than you let on.” With that, she slapped my balls, and I gasped as my wife grabbed my hair. “I thought you said he didn’t fuck you so good,” said Gina.

“His cock’s all right,” she said. “But men are so obsessed with their pricks. It’s their tongues that they should learn to use better.”

Brooke shoved my face into her pussy, and growled: “Show me how much you love me, bitch.”

I began to tongue her cunt as Gina fucked my ass harder. She spanked my balls with every few thrusts, but even the seizing pain that rocketed through me with every rough blow on my nuts didn’t stop my cock from pulsing to full erection. My tongue worked up and down as I suckled on my wife’s clit, and she twisted her hand up tighter in my hair as she forced my face more roughly against her cunt. Her hips worked in time with my rhythm, and she began to moan as she neared her orgasm.

“I’m sorry,” gasped Gina suddenly. “I’ve got to fucking come.”

She got my ankles unstrapped in a moment, pushing me onto my side and twisting my lower body so she could get at my cock as I continue to eat Brooke’s pussy. Gina wedged her thigh under my hip and straddled me, guiding my cock to her entrance. She slid onto my cock, her pussy wet and open as she leaned back, hanging partway off the bed. Her hand pressed tight against her clit and she rubbed fervently as my hips began to grind.

Brooke came loudly, moaning as she gripped my hair. I kept licking faster, just barely managing to coordinate my thrusts into Gina’s pussy with my tongue against my wife’s clit. When Brooke shuddered all over and finished coming, she slipped out from under me and pushed me hard onto Gina. Gina squirmed underneath me until she was spread, missionary-style, under my thrusting body, her hand still thrust between us working her clit faster with every thrust.

Still quivering from her orgasm, Brooke curled up beside me and nuzzled the back of my neck as I pumped into Brooke. “Fuck her good, baby.”

I was so close to coming that I knew I didn’t have long. But Gina was even closer, and her hand came away from her clit just as she came, wrapping me in her arms and grabbing my ass to pull me roughly into her. I pounded faster and faster, feeling Gina’s cunt tightening around my shaft as I thrust into it—and then she moaned, loud, the moan turning into a scream as her intense arousal drove her over the top.

I went rigid, all of a sudden, feeling my second orgasm rip through me. I came in Gina’s pussy, clutching her tight as Brooke stroked her hand down my sweat-sticky back. When I’d finished coming, Brooke put her arms around both of us and kissed Gina hard on the lips. Gina was so ruined from her orgasm that she could barely respond. As my soft cock slipped out of her she gasped.

“How’s that for an anniversary celebration?” asked Gina.

“More like a family reunion,” I said. “And everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Brooke’s hand found my ass and gingerly stroked the tender, moist hole, still oozing lube.

“It’s true,” she said. “There’s nothing like old friends to keep a marriage interesting.”

“You’re lucky it’s only five years,” said Gina. “Just wait till your silver.”

“I’m quivering in anticipation already.”

Brooke playfully slapped my lube-slick ass.

“Just ’cause the scene’s over, don’t start getting smart,” she said. “You’re still my bitch.”

I rolled off of Gina and took my wife in my arms.