— Question 36 —

>If I brought a crowd into our world, would you be the judge or the audience?

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I also love gardening. The produce you buy in the store tastes like mush or is too expensive compared to homegrown even if the same quality could be found. I understand the reasons, but I hardly ever buy anything I can grow myself. Throw in all the contaminated produce and, well, Tawna and I may have fucked in the garden, but neither of us peed or shit on the produce.

Nurturing a seed from the day it’s planted to the day you uproot or cut it off the plant and consume it, sometimes immediately, is the cycle of a life well lived. I’m waiting for the day when humans can only consume rocks because plants have a right to live also.

Planting a new type of fruit or vegetable and harvesting it is like meeting someone new and discovering that you both like fucking. Tawna and Misty were, in some ways, similar to a lush garden. There were the beautiful flowers and the intoxicating aromas, but they could easily be a passionfruit one minute and a strawberry the next. Each could also appear to be a fiery jalapeño before melting in my mouth like a nectarine. Each was an unlimited garden of tastes and sensations in a beautiful flower waiting to be inhaled and swallowed, but also to be seen and tasted. Waiting to be savored totally and enjoyed for what each had to offer.

One particular day with Tawna and Misty always comes to mind.

It was a beautiful day in our neighborhood. Sun shining, birds chirping and the garden was nearing its peak. It had been a beautiful summer so far. Goldilocks temperatures and Mother Nature had not been so envious of my gardening skills to become irate and destroy it all like usual. There had been no late frost to ruin the fruit tree blossoms or hail to destroy the plants.

We had planted several different types of fruit trees on Tawna’s property shortly after we began to live together. One I had never grown successfully was a white nectarine. If there was any better place to grow something, it needed to stand in line behind Tawna’s home. Not only did that tree grow, it thrived. That was its third year; it was of sufficient size to hold lots of juicy, fuzzless fruit. Honestly, I wasn’t even trying for the sexual innuendo there, but that’s how food can be.

Another fruit I liked a lot were honeyloupes. If you’ve never had them, you are missing out. They are a cross between a honeydew and a cantaloupe. They look like a honeydew on the outside and a cantaloupe on the inside. The flavor is a mixture of the two and better than either one of them individually. The last time I’d been in the garden, the first of this season’s was almost perfectly ripe.

How do you pick a ripe melon? Smelling? Tapping? Color? Size? Truth is none of those are consistent. If you think you have a way to tell and you didn’t get it off the vine, you were lucky or have never had a really good melon. The only time to pick the perfect melon is during its “slip stage.” Slip stage is when you put a thumb on the melon and its opposing finger under the vine to which it is attached close to the melon. Squeeze your fingers together. If the vine slips off, it is as perfect as Tawna or Misty. Firm, the aroma intoxicating, juice pouring over your face as you burrow into its flesh. Ok, that time I was going for the sexual innuendo, but that’s how food can be. You just can’t help but be sensual with good food.

Get your dick out of that melon! Not in that way! You pervert!

It was early in the day. The girls and I weren’t even really hungry. I remembered the honeyloupes. I quickly ran out of the house and began collecting fino verde for pesto. I checked the nectarines, picking only ones that were as perfect as Tawna’s and Misty’s asses. Perfect to the touch. No blemishes. A line dividing the two halves.

I kissed each and every one of them as I picked them saying, “Oh my Dog! You are so beautiful but I have to eat you anyway. Thank you so much.”

I hadn’t noticed the girls walk up behind me.

“Ahem, would you like some time alone with them?” Tawna asked, looking at me oddly.

Most people haven’t had the pleasure of fresh-picked anything. There would be a lot more people having sex with fruit if they had.

You still need to drop that melon. I still think you’re a pervert.

“No. No. It’s that everything is ripe and perfect, just like you two!” I quickly took two nectarines and ran to them. “Tawna, please turn so Misty can see your ass.”

She did and I put one of those perfect things next to her perfect thing.

I could tell Misty was beginning to see what I meant, or she was just enjoying looking at Tawna’s beautiful ass. “See how perfect both are? Now you turn around,” I said.

I did the same thing with another nectarine and Misty’s ass.

Tawna started licking her lips. “I see what you mean,” Tawna grabbed a nectarine from my cache and turned me around with a nectarine next to my ass. “What do you think Misty?” Tawna asked.

“Squeeze it a little please,” Misty asked.

“His ass Tawna, not the fruit,” Misty said gruffly.

“Sorry, forgot which was which. They look like twins,” Tawna replied laughing.

She then jumped up and stood next to Misty, arms interlocked.

“Damian, what do you think?” Tawna asked.

I turned and saw each holding a nectarine to the side of each of their beautiful asses.

Like I said, good food sexual must fuck girls.

Ual. That is sexual without the sex. It means nothing except maybe United Arab League. They would definitely not approve of those nectarines. Dog bless the USA!

Tawna then held up a honeyloupe in front of her. “Only one? How can we make only one melon sexy?”

I stood there looking at them saying nothing.

“Well? How?” Tawna asked as she bounced up and down petulantly.

“Yep, how indeed,” I stated simply.

I quickly began to gather a few more sex toys—cucumbers—and rubbed them to remove any dirt or debris. Both girls watching me slide my hand smoothly over my vegetable cocks, moving their lips as if it was sliding between their own lips.

We were way too close to the neighborhood’s main road to fuck right there; especially since the increased frequency of patrols in the neighborhood because of all the noise complaints. I took two cucumbers and put one between each of their legs; not in their pussys, but front to back, not up and down.

“Hold these please,” I asked them.

Their legs tightened to hold the veggies.

“Wow this is really firm. Not spongy at all like store bought ones,” Tawna said without trying to be sexy.

“And lots of big, smooth bumps and no sticky wax coating. The store ones are a lot smoother,” Misty added without trying to be sexy also.

Oh my Dog! I had just released sexual predators in the midst of my poor defenseless garden veggies.

I thought back to the fabled Garden of Eden. I never really believed the storyline. “How could it come to be,” I always thought. Too much implausibility. I looked up to the sky saying softly, “I get how it could happen now.”

“Are you praying Damian?” Misty asked.

“Nope, just admitting I could have been wrong,” I said.

“About what?” she asked innocently.

“Something I was forced to read when I was a kid,” I replied.

I noticed a police cruiser coming down the street.

“Cops. Go inside quick.” I ushered them toward the house and into it.

“I don’t think they saw us,” I cautiously stated once inside.

Outside in the cruiser, one of the cops might have seen one or all of us flashing to the house.

“Frank, stop the car. I think I saw something,” the cop on the passenger side said, looking sternly out the cruiser window, scanning back and forth repeatedly for something amiss.

“I don’t see anything,” Frank said.

He relaxed a little and leaned into his seat looking at all the greenery in our garden and started to smile. “I don’t know what these folks use on their garden but it works really well. Nothing in the county looks that lush. Almost like a Garden of Eden,” he admiringly stated to Frank.

“Yeah, they even have the apple tree,” Frank said.

“I think that’s a nectarine. I’ve had some really good ones before,” he said, correcting Frank.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had one. Good huh?” Frank questioned.

“A peach without the fuzz,” he replied to Frank.

“Ok, yeah, I definitely prefer hairless if you know what I mean,” laughing at his innuendo.

“Everybody knows what you mean Frank. Let’s roll,” the passenger cop ordered.

The cruiser started to finally move again.

“They’re moving again,” I told the girls.

I’d been watching so intently I hadn’t noticed that Tawna and Misty had moved to the table. Tawna lying on top of Misty looking at each other hungrily. A nectarine having the juice squeezed out of it between their pussys. Was the nectarine in trouble or was I being nectarine-blocked? Time to go save—or smoosh—that poor nectarine. Sacrifices had to be made.

I stepped into Tawna’s pussy smoothly. She kept playing with Misty’s clit and pussy; both kissing and tonguing each other passionately.

“That is definitely NOT a cucumber,” Tawna said conclusively.

“Try me! See if I can tell,” Misty almost begged.

I pulled out of Tawna and entered Misty.

“Cucumber? Move it around more. Nope cock. For sure cock,” Misty declared.

Tawna had grabbed the largest cucumber and began using it in her own pussy as my cock was otherwise occupying.

“Don’t take too long Damian, I might get used to Gordo here,” Tawna warned as Gordo was indeed a three-foot-long Armenian cucumber nearly twice the diameter of my cock.

I waited for the next time Gordo was pulling out and cucumber-blocked him.

Gordo was a slippery cuke though. He went quickly from one pussy to the other. Where I wasn’t, he was. Gordo was taunting me.

As fast as I moved, Gordo moved faster. Both girls enjoyed Gordo a little too much, I felt. We finally all came within seconds of each other except Gordo. He stared at me unblinkingly, unapologetic. I’d had enough of that cucurbit—technically he was a melon—but I’d still had it with him.

I quickly grated him with his cum coating on and made tzatziki out of him. We all ate the evidence of Gordo ever having been in either of the girls. Mess with me and my girls.

“Oh my Dog this is so good! Who knew a cucumber had so many uses?” Tawna asked, smiling, and then kissed Misty.

“I wonder what that would taste like grilled,” Misty began sizing up my penis for a bun.

“Not funny,” I got in a defensive posture for my brat.

“You know we’re only kidding,” Tawna began. “Cucumbers only last maybe a week and brats last even less with regular use. You’ve already lasted longer than either of them,” Tawna “assured” me, smiling playfully.

“There’s probably some law about cooking a cock anyway,” Misty “reassured” me.

The girls quickly did a Google search of penis recipes and, thankfully, found none. I began to think of survival situations if the world went to shit. Would my penis be more valuable for fun or food? If I was amongst a group of horny women, like now, fun. Among a group of men with few pussys to go around, food.

I made a quick mental note: “Avoid groups with more men after an apocalypse.”

Tawna and Misty noticed that I had become quiet as I pondered the demise of humanity and my penis’ value in a brave new world. They both became overly affectionate to my penis, which led to another few hours of not thinking about a post-apocalyptic world.

After one pause, I remembered picking a bunch of strawberries that were almost too ripe. I also remembered that I had a gallon of fresh cream, a whip cream dispenser and a crate full of nitrous oxide charges.

Although none of us drank alcohol, we had boxes of it in our spare bedroom. I had learned much earlier while making a birthday cake for a friend that adding alcohol to whip cream could really flavor it intensely with just a very small amount. Adding too much “breaks” the whip cream and it no longer holds shape at all though. I went into the spare bedroom and found a bottle of Grand Marnier. Alcohol-laced orange flavored whip cream with strawberries and two horny women. What could go wrong?

I had forgotten about the nitrous oxide. Normally not a big deal, but the girls were sucking right off the whip cream dispenser and it wasn’t inverted. They were getting pure N2O. Laughing gas for those unaware. What the dentist gives you to help you relax before having your teeth drilled. It is also reputed to make you horny as a toad.

Two tablespoons of Grand Marnier per pint, a bunch of N2O cartridges, whip cream, amazing strawberries and two super horny women. My brat got cooked—sous vide.

We were single-stroking each other to intense orgasms. My cock never retreated. The girls would sixty-nine and have orgasms with a single tongue flick. None of us could, or wanted to, stop the orgasmic parade. Fresh whip cream was almost orgasmic by itself. Spray a small mound of whip cream on a clit and put a strawberry on it then lick her off. Alternately, spray a dollop of whip cream on my cockhead and top it with a strawberry.

The only bad side to whip cream and strawberries was the stickiness afterwards.

No problem. The shower accommodated all of us now. We were then clean, hungry and still horny. We went through two hundred eighty-eight N2O cartridges and most of the gallon of cream. We ran out of strawberries and substituted kiwis, lychees, honeyloupes and nectarines.

We finally stopped fucking out of exhaustion. We also noticed that for all the intense orgasms Misty had in particular, she hadn’t screamed once. Tawna began to design sexperiments to determine if whip cream, N2O, strawberries or something else was a possible remedy for Misty’s operatic arias. More fucking. Damn.

Over the next few weeks of very frequent orgasms, we had reached the conclusion that N2O was the consistent element in Misty not screaming. The good news was that Misty could lead a more normal life. The bad news was that Misty seemed always horny. Maybe it was the freedom of not being afraid of the cops breaking down the door while we were fucking, or maybe it was just Misty unleashed—Misty fucked everything. She was like a child who stuck everything in its mouth, except it was her pussy. I no longer had to pick cucumbers. What had been a task that I had to do at least every two days, now we were lucky to get a cucumber more than twelve inches. Keep in mind, Armenian cucumbers can grow over three feet long.

Nitrous oxide was pretty cheap, but when Misty had an industrial chemical supply company deliver a sixty-pound cylinder of it, Tawna and I had to draw the line. Aside from the fact that Tawna and I could barely find time to fuck each other anymore and had begun to meet away from our home to fuck.

“This is crazy!” Tawna proclaimed one day as we had travelled farther and farther from our home because the cops kept interrupting our coitus like we were teenagers.

“I would rather kick Misty out than live like this any longer. At least let’s try to wean her off nitrous,” Tawna offered, then added, “I would rather have our normal horny Misty and be deaf than this,” as she stuffed another “loitering” ticket into the already-full glove box.

We had found a few male cops that wouldn’t give us a ticket if Tawna fucked them, a couple of female cops let us go if I fucked them and one female cop that only wanted to fuck Tawna. She didn’t even like me being anywhere near them when they scissored or sixty-nined. One of the female cops was the one I had seen on the side of the road when my cock got stuck in the steering wheel. She was cool with threesomes and we told her about the WeFuckUs Club. She became a regular there for both Tawna and I. We tried to hook up with any of them when we left the house to fuck, but they weren’t always the first cop to find us fucking, and the others just gave us tickets and made us leave their jurisdictions.

We went back to our home resolved to help Misty kick her habit.

We parked on the street and came in through the back gate. Misty wasn’t outside. We cautiously approached the living room windows and peered in. “Those are my Dolce & Gabbana shoes!” Tawna shouted as she saw Misty riding one of a pair of pointed-toe shoes on the couch. Tawna burst through the door ready to kick her ass.

“Misty!” she yelled. “Get my shoe out of your pussy!” Tawna looked down next to the couch and saw the other shoe had already succumbed to Misty.

Misty smiled and then began to look at both of us, likely trying to decide which one she wanted to fuck first.

Misty launched herself at me and Tawna caught her mid-air. Misty struggled until Tawna choked her out. We put trash bags over Misty and duct taped her to a chair. She woke up and assessed her situation. She was back to normal Misty. Smiling and happy to see us.

“I’m sorry Tawna! I was just happy to see you two!” Misty explained.

“We’ve only been gone two hours,” Tawna replied, unswayed by her argument.

“It seemed much longer to me,” Misty said, smiling sheepishly. “Come on! I just want to hug you guys and fuck you,” Misty pleaded.

Tawna and I had agreed to stay strong. We looked at each other to make sure we were still strong.

Tawna sat next to her. “You know I love you as much as Damian?” Tawna began.

“Maybe more,” Misty looked at me softly, no offense intended.

“You know I would never purposefully hurt you?” Tawna continued.

“Of course not Tawna, we’re soulsisters,” Misty replied.

“Your behavior needs to change,” Tawna dropped the bomb.

“Because I love you two so much?” Misty asked.

Tawna held her closely. “The only reason we’re having this conversation is because WE love you this much.”

“I’m sorry Tawna. I just wanted to show both of you how much I love you,” Misty started to cry.

“We know that Misty. We both love you too,” Tawna calmed Misty.

“You need to get control of your nitrous use,” Tawna stated. “I know it helps you relax and helps lower your volume when you orgasm, but you’re out of control with it. First, we are all going to stop completely for a couple of weeks and then try using it only right before we all fuck to help you orgasm without the volume. How do you feel about that?”

The bargaining went on for a few hours.

Tawna held firm as an Amazon Queen.

“Misty, you have to either get it under control, or you’ll have to leave,” Tawna bottom-lined it for her after a very long time.

“Really? You would kick me out for using nitrous?” Misty asked incredulously.

“Misty, we enjoy having you here and both of us enjoy fucking you, but when you inhale nitrous non-stop, you’re just too much. Damian and I have been leaving the house so we can fuck each other! You never let us fuck each other anymore!” Tawna stated. “For Dog’s sake, you ruined a two-thousand dollar pair of shoes by fucking them too much!”

“I will do whatever it takes to stay here with you two. I love you both,” Misty finally agreed.

Misty was more subdued over the next few days and over the next month began returning to her normal high-volume self. Tawna and I watched her more closely after our intervention and aside from wanting to fuck every time either of us looked at her, she seemed to return to just normal horny Misty. Tawna and I had had a conversation long before our intervention with Misty that sex was considered an addiction by some people and began considering it again given Misty’s recent behavior.

“Do you think we fuck too much?” Tawna had asked. “Or maybe too many different people?”

“I guess that would depend on who we ask,” I said honestly. “Is there a number of times a married couple can have sex that is considered ok and then one or ten more is a problem? That seems ridiculous. It’s not like we’re trying to fuck everyone or get in the Guinness Book of World Records.”

“From what I’ve read, there are more problems in relationships because of lack of sex,” Tawna replied.

“Maybe we should see a psychologist to get an outside opinion?” I suggested.

“For having too much fun?” Tawna asked.

“Heroin seems like fun too from what I’ve heard,” I replied.

“Where do you even begin looking for an impartial evaluation that isn’t biased one way or another?” Tawna asked. “I mean I don’t think it would make a difference if we just looked for someone that just validated that our sex lives are normal, but I also don’t want someone that’s a prude and only likes missionary.”

Tawna and I googled “sex addiction therapy” and the first five therapists listed within one hundred miles were all people we had had sex with at the WeFuckUs Club. And they weren’t just lurkers, they were very active participants.

“Oooo, I remember him!” Tawna said, pointing to a picture of a handsome man. “He was pretty good and I did this guy too,” Tawna said, pointing to another guy in the list.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked four of the top ten women listed at the Club,” I told Tawna.

“I guess maybe we are kinda normal then, or we’re all really sick fuckers,” Tawna added. “But at least if it is an addiction we’re not preying on vulnerable people. It’s not like we tell them we can help them stop having sex and then get ‘em naked and fuck ‘em. They know exactly what’s going on at the Club.”

“Do you want to call the guy that was good at fucking and see what he has to say?” I asked.

“I guess it can’t hurt,” Tawna shrugged. “Although I’m pretty sure he’s going to say we’re normal,” Tawna said as she tapped her phone entering his number.

“Hello this is Dr. Larson,” a pleasant voice answered the phone.

“Hi Dr. Larson, my name is Tawna Haven and you’re on speaker phone with me and my boyfriend. We wanted to talk to you about us maybe being sex addicts.”

“I see,” Dr. Larson said. “Why do you think you have a problem?”

“Actually neither of us do, but a friend of ours was addicted to laughing gas and we helped her kick that habit hopefully. My boyfriend and I have talked before about how often we fuck and thought maybe we might also be addicted to sex after dealing with our friend’s addiction,” Tawna explained.

“You said ‘how often we fuck,’” Dr. Larson began. “There is no specific number of times when sex becomes an addiction or not. Often times, it’s actually a lack of sex that is more problematic. Are you missing work because of having sex?”

“Oh no!” Tawna said. “We can fuck at work together too, so we don’t have to do one or the other, we can still fuck each other at work while we do our jobs.”

“Are you and your boyfriend prostitutes?” Dr. Larson asked cautiously.

“No, it’s kind of a long story,” Tawna told him. “You and I have fucked at the WeFuckUs Club.”

“I thought your voice sounded familiar! What’s your member ID?” Dr. Larson asked.

“I’m G1 and my boyfriend is B12,” Tawna told him.

There was suddenly a lot of noise on the other end of the phone. “You’re G1?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Tawna said. “I’m sorry I don’t remember your number. You were a really good fuck though,” Tawna said, smiling at me.

“Uh, B1694,” he said, almost stuttering. “Uh, thank you. I must tell you that I can’t treat you as a therapist, but I would love to fuck you again.”

Tawna looked at me. “How about dinner tonight and then we can fuck? The friend I mentioned lives with us so we can do a four-way.”

“Are you serious?” Dr. Larson asked.

“I assume you like group sex since you’re a member of the Club and Damian’s already started dinner. We can wait and do it another time if you’d like?” Tawna asked.

“Uh, no tonight’s fine,” Dr. Larson said excitedly. “I was going to order something to pick up on the way home anyway. You’ll definitely be more fun. FYI, I’m not gay if that’s a problem.”

“I’m not gay either Doc,” I said.

“Ok, then can I bring anything? Wine, condoms?” Dr. Larson offered.

“None of us drink, but if you do that’s fine too. We bareback mostly and I don’t remember you having a yellow or blue wristband, so we should be good to go,” Tawna said, smiling at me.

“What’s your address?” Dr. Larson asked.

Tawna gave him her address.

“What time should I be there?” Dr. Larson asked.

“As soon as you can. We can fuck a few times before dinner if you get here earlier,” Tawna said, shrugging.

“I’m on my way,” Dr. Larson said as we heard a car engine start.

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— Question 38 —

>Do you value spontaneous luck or calculated risk?

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Although Tawna, Misty and I had been fucking almost non-stop and everywhere but the roof, we’d always slept in two rooms separately. Misty slept in hers and we slept in ours. Not sure why, but no one wanted to change it.

Late one night, a storm blew through with strong winds and an impressive lightning show followed by thunder. Tawna and I found lightning and thunder beautiful and awesome as long as we weren’t on a mountain peak. We silently held each other and just watched the power outside our bedroom window.

Misty, on the other hand, was terrified of lightning—as we found out that night.

Tawna and I were watching the skyfireworks while lying in bed spooning. Misty knocked on the door and opened it. “Hey guys,” Misty said, abnormally timid. “Can I ask a favor?” Her voice not as confident as usual.

We looked at her. “Sure—what’s up?”

“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?” she almost begged. “I’m terrified of lightning.”

We both replied in unison, “Aw Misty! Come over here,” Tawna adding, “my soulsister.”

She jumped into bed on Tawna’s side and spooned with Tawna comfortably.

A lightning bolt struck pretty close and thunder came almost immediately.

Misty jumped back over Tawna and between Tawna and I. I could feel her body shaking uncontrollably. Tawna turned to face her and lightly brushed her hair from her face, looking into her eyes.

I reached over and under her and around Tawna, trapping Misty between us. Tawna also wrapped her arms around Misty. I felt her body start to relax and stop shaking. They kissed each other on the lips softly and Tawna said, “Sleep now, sweet Misty. We’ll protect you.”

All of us awoke in the morning in the same position, except I had morning wood. Normally morning wood was like the sequoia of hard-ons. The biggest of all wood. Today was an exception. My cock was even bigger than normal morning wood. I could almost fuck Tawna with Misty in between us. Someone was lightly touching my cockhead and I could see by Tawna’s devilish smile that it was her. Somehow she was making my cock even harder. Misty hadn’t moved yet when Tawna kissed her softly and whispered, “Good morning sweet Misty. I have breakfast ready for you,” as she deftly pushed my cock into Misty’s pussy. Misty’s eyes opened fully immediately and she began smiling brightly and stretching in every direction.

“Now this is the best way to start the day! Who needs Folgers?” Misty asked as she began to move with my motion.

“What else can I get you for breakfast?” Tawna innocently asked.

“I’d like your pussy if it’s not too much trouble,” Misty coyly replied.

“Sweet Misty, that would be my pleasure,” as she flipped head over and positioned her clit in Misty’s tongue area and began licking Misty’s clit while my cock was sliding in and out of Misty.

She reached between Misty’s legs and fondled my balls.

“I thought you were a little harder than normal this morning Damian. Should I be jealous?” she asked.

“I have no control over my morning penis in any way,” I replied.

“We can do a controlled sexperiment if Misty is willing. She sleeps next to you one night. The next night I sleep next to you. We see which wood is bigger.”

“Um, yeah, I can get on that!” Misty agreed from between Tawna’s legs.

“I will do what I can to not disappoint either of you,” I said.

“Hah, you my love, have never disappointed me in any way,” Tawna said.

 

As we each got ready to sleep that night, Tawna reminded us about the sexperiment as Misty started to go to her room.

“Damn, I almost forgot!” Misty said happily as she jumped into our bed to the window side of Tawna, pushing her ass into Tawna’s groin. I began to spoon Tawna like normal from behind.

The next morning, I woke up feeling four sets of fingers stroking my penis. Misty worked the head of my cock and Tawna’s hand stroked my shaft while her other hand massaged my sack.

“What do you think Misty? Do you think his cock is harder than it was yesterday morning?” Tawna asked.

Misty felt down my shaft and also began working my balls. “It’s definitely hard, but hard to say if it’s harder; maybe a little longer. We need to have a way to measure it accurately.”

“Good idea Misty! Let’s try this. I’ll push my butt into Damian as far as I can and squeeze my thighs together tightly while you suck his cock and press your face into my thighs as far as you can. I’ll lift my top leg so I can see you with his cock in your mouth. You then slide your mouth off his cock and we can then measure the ring where your saliva stopped on his cock,” Tawna analytically stated.

“Sounds like as many variables have been eliminated as possible Cock Doc,” Misty replied. “I’ll be right back,” and ran out of the room.

Tawna put my cock into her pussy and we began to fuck each other hard. Misty returned with a tape measure and saw us fucking hard.

“Tawna! You tainted the sexperiment!” Misty yelled.

“My taint didn’t touch his cock!” she objected.

“Not that—his cock’s now covered with your pussy juice,” Misty explained, as she went to the bathroom for a washcloth.

Tawna slid off my cock and playfully slapped her own pussy. “Bad pussy! Bad pussy!” she shuddered.

Misty quickly dove on her pussy and began shielding it from Tawna and kissing it softly. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” Misty put her mouth as close as possible to her clit and began, “ssssshhhhhh It’s okay. I know you were just hungry and saw this big dick right there. It’s ok,” as she began petting Tawna’s clit and pussy.

Tawna thrust her hips forward pushing her pussy to Misty’s face. “I know, I know, I love you too,” Misty continued, somewhat muffled.

A few minutes later, they both remembered the sexperiment and examined my throbbing cock closely. Misty wrapped the washcloth around my cock with her hand and rubbed it briskly a few times. Both girls inspected my penis closely again.

“I think you missed a spot there,” Tawna pointed.

Misty quickly spit on my cock and rubbed it a few more times.

“Perfect!” Tawna said.

“It is perfect isn’t it!” Misty looked positively at my pulsing hard cock.

“There’s a little curve to the left,” Tawna said.

“Umm, I know when he fucks me in seventh posture, it hits my G-spot with each thrust!” Misty recounted.

“You’re right! It is perfect!” Tawna realized. “And really perfect for Thigh Master too! My clit rubbing on his thigh and his cock hitting my G-spot each time I sit down. Ummm. Let’s get a benchmark and then we can fuck him the rest of the day in any positions we want. Is that okay with you Damian?” she asked me.

“I would be sad if you didn’t want to,” I replied.

“Okay. Everybody back to the way we woke up today,” Misty said, taking charge.

Tawna spooned with me, pushing her warm wonderful ass into my crotch with my cock clearly sticking past her thighs.

“Ready?” Misty asked her.

“My ass is tight up against him. I’ll clamp my thighs around his cock when you’re in place,” Tawna said.

Misty backed her beautiful ass into Tawna’s pelvis and wiggled a little bit while pushing to make sure all of us were tight up against each other. It was kind of fun to be so sexy and scientific at the same time. Misty reached between her thighs and began stroking the head of my cock with her fingers around my cock sliding lengthwise, pulling her hand back and forth along my glans.

“Alright Tawna, it feels really hard. Clamp your thighs,” Misty directed.

Tawna applied pressure to my cock with her thighs.

Misty looked at my cock and said, “I’m not sure which direction is going to be more accurate. I’ll try both ways.”

She lay on her side, licked her lips lustily and began to suck my cock into her mouth until her face was buried between Tawna’s thighs. She tapped Tawna’s thigh and Tawna lifted her left leg. Misty then slowly slid off my cock and measured the distance from my cockhead to her spit ring.

“Seven and three quarter inches,” she announced.

She then took the washcloth and rubbed my dick several times to dry it. Misty then got into sixty-nine with Tawna and told Tawna to clamp down on my cock. She wetted her lips generously as she began to suck my cock into her mouth until her face was pressed hard against Tawna’s thighs again. Tawna couldn’t keep from licking the pussy right in front of her and Misty slapped her thighs a few times to get her to stop clamping my dick. Tawna released my dick and Misty quickly stopped sucking my cock.

“Not fair when I’m trying to be accurate!” she said, looking at Tawna.

She took the tape measure and measured cockhead to spit ring distance again.

“Eight and a quarter inches,” she announced happily. “Tawna licking my pussy may have made me suck a little harder or pushed my face into her thighs a little harder; maybe even both,” Misty told us, then continued, “I’ve fucked smaller dicks than what’s sticking past you Tawna!” she concluded, amazed.

“Why not give it a try?” Tawna asked.

Misty evidently agreed with Tawna. She moved to face me and Tawna while putting my cock into her pussy. I was able to maybe get four or five inches deep but only enough for short strokes.

“Let me try this,” Misty said as she turned onto her other side with her pretty ass facing us and backed onto my cock as she also bent at the waist, pushing her pussy back farther.

Misty moved her pussy back and forth on my cock and said, “Not as good as the whole thing, but you’re still hitting my G-spot, so I think we should add this position to our repertoire.”

Tawna then clamped her thighs tightly around my cock.

“Whoa, did your cock just get bigger around AND longer?” Misty asked, curiously and unsure of what happened.

Tawna unclamped and reclamped her thighs.

“Oh my Dog, that feels really, really good. Are you cumming Damian?” Misty asked.

“Nope. Tawna’s using my favorite part of her to squeeze my cock. She’s basically acting like a cock ring,” I postulated.

“I can feel your cock pulsing in my pussy like you’re cumming, but I didn’t feel any cum. This is definitely going to be put in rotation. Tawna you’ve got to try this!” Misty said as she pumped a few more times and then got off my cock and switched positions with Tawna.

Tawna bent all the way to grab our ankles and Misty pushed her ass onto my cock as hard as she could and then began rhythmically squeezing her thighs and releasing them.

“Oh my Dog!” Tawna almost yelled. “Your cock feels almost twice as big around as normal when Misty squeezes. You’re right Misty, it does feel like he’s cumming hard in my pussy.” Her speech began to change cadence. “Pleasse, keeep, goooinnng,” as Tawna began to spasm on my cock and released her white gold. Her rapidly spasming pussy along with Misty’s thighs made me cum, which only made Tawna’s orgasm even more intense until she spasmed off my cock and I continued to shoot streams of cum onto her ass and back as she lay on the bed face down, still spasming. Misty quickly began sucking my cock until I stopped cumming, swallowing everything she was able to save from the sheets.

Misty began kissing me passionately. “Let me know when you’re ready to do me like that.”

I kissed her deeply and put her hand on my still rock-hard penis. “Ready whenever Tawna is ready.”

Misty felt my still throbbing hard-on and looked down to see my ready-to-fuck cock. “I still have a difficult time remembering you don’t always go soft after cumming. I’ve never met a man that could stay erect after cumming. I’ve always meant to ask you how you do that?”

“It’s nothing that I know how to control, but I can remain stiff with you two girls more often than with anyone else I’ve ever fucked,” I thought more. “I thought it depended on how intense an orgasm was, but after that one, that can’t be true. That was a really intense orgasm. And I really didn’t have to do anything. You were the one pumping my dick for Tawna,” I concluded.

Tawna had stopped spasming and had fallen back asleep.

Misty looked lustily at me and said, “How many times have you cum on the same erection?”

I thought back. “Seven or eight times?”

“I guess we should get started then. That’s one,” as she straddled my cock and began to ride me in cowgirl.

A few minutes later, we were both cumming hard. She jumped off my cock and began sucking my pulsating dick and swallowing my cum.

“I just need to make sure you’re not faking an orgasm,” she said, winking at me and lying back with her head between her legs and spreading her pussy open in Viennese Oyster. “That was two.”

I buried my cock quickly in her semen-soaked soft pussy and rode her hard and fast to another orgasm a few minutes later. She quickly began sucking my cock again. It occurred to me that she was checking me for compliance in a different way.

She flipped into doggy style and I began thrusting hard, fast and deep. Ten minutes later, we were both cumming again.

About an hour later Misty said, “You are a fucking machine! Are you sure you’re not the cyborg?” she added, “One more for double digits?”

A position that I never got enough of with Tawna was lusty leg lift. Misty could do that as well, but she preferred for her body to be perpendicular to my body with legs one-eighty up and down. It’s like Purple Dick in Her but without the spinning, scarf, and she had one foot on the ground.

“How about your version of lusty leg lift?” I suggested.

“Perfect!” she agreed and faster than you could split lickety, she had one leg in the air and her pussy ready for my cock.

A few minutes later, “Want to go for an even dozen?” she asked.

“How about a baker’s dozen?” I counteroffered.

We went to the Tantra Chair and I offered to do her Screw Cap style. “Ooh, that’s a good one. I can grind my pussy onto your cock as deep as I want,” she said as she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me deeply. “Tawna told me you were her dream come true the first night I was here. I know how she feels now,” she said as she sat on my cock and rode me hard.

We went from there to Spreading Sunshine.

Although Misty looked like she was finally getting tired—bless her heart—she saw my erect cock and had to continue. “My pussy is starting to get sore. Would you mind fucking my freckle this time instead?”

“No worries,” I replied as she kneeled with her beautiful ass in the air and I started to do her in Leap Frog.

We both came a few minutes later and decided thirteen orgasms was enough. I suggested we should check with Guinness and see what the record was for next time.

Misty jumped into my arms and hugged me forcefully. “Tawna has always been a very lucky girl. I feel like some of her luck has rubbed off in me,” she said, smiling and winking at me. “I do love you Damian. Not just because of your never-ending cock, but you have found a way to make us both feel loved and let us love each other. You are indeed a special man Damian Wolf,” Misty said as she began to kiss me more forcefully than she had before.

Maybe it was the hour and a half fuck session Misty and I just finished, maybe it was holding Misty, more likely it was that she had touched me in ways both identical and different than Tawna. I fell back onto the bed and lay there. Misty lay next to me with her back to me, looking at Tawna as she began to fall asleep.

Tawna began to stir awake and noticed Misty asleep and my still erect cock. She slowly crawled over to me and began sucking my cock. “How long was I asleep?” she asked between mouthfuls of my cock.

“An hour and a half maybe,” I answered.

“That was a really good way to start my morning!” she remembered our sexperiment.

“And you’ve been hard all this time? You should have woken me up!” she asked and chastised me.

“Misty’s been working on making it go away, but she got tired,” I replied.

“You can maintain an erection like no man I’ve ever fucked before. It’s really somewhat intimidating at times,” she related.

“You inspire me Tawna,” I truthfully replied.

“Two things needed in life—inspiration and perspiration. May I inspire you to fuck me Wheelbarrow style until you perspire?” she asked as she lightly ran the nail of her index finger up my still rigid cock.

“I can’t guarantee the perspiration, but you have inspired me,” I said as I grabbed her ankles and began to fuck her deeply.

Several minutes later she and I were both cumming hard.

Tawna cupped both hands under her pussy to catch our ejaculate and began drinking it and offering our fluids to me. I happily drank of our fountains. She looked down to see my still hard cock.

“I see it’s going to take a while to tame your beast today,” she said, winking, and slid onto my cock lusty leg lift style. I pulled out of her quickly to her surprise and ran to the night table and generously coated my dick with überlube and put more on my hands. I massaged and fingered the überlube in and on her pussy before reinserting my cock.

“You are THE most thoughtful man I’ve ever known,” she proclaimed.

“Tawna my Queen, you are the inspiration for all I am and wish to be. I love you more than I believe any man has ever loved a woman,” I replied.

“Damian, you are the only man that has ever made my eyes and my pussy wet at the same time. I love you so much!” Tawna began to cry and orgasm at the same time.

Over two hours later, Tawna and I had set at least a personal best for me for orgasms on the same erection—twenty-five.

“Do you still have that sex positions app on your phone?” Tawna asked. “I’m running out of ways to fuck you,” she added, exasperated.

“No need my Queen,” as I pointed to my now limp cock.

“What if we broke it?” she suddenly looked worried.

“I think I’m just getting dehydrated,” I honestly replied.

“I should have offered you more of our cum,” Tawna thought. “I was just so damn thirsty.”

“I’m gonna get some juice. Do you want some?” I asked as I stood up.

“Of course I want all the juice you can give me!” she looked lustily at me and then saw my cock was still relaxed.

Tawna leaned forward and began talking directly to my head and balls. “I enjoyed feeling every inch of you,” as she kissed my cock and then said, “and thank you for all the lubrication and a special thanks from my clit to each of you for each time you bumped into her,” she said as she kissed my balls.

Tawna stood up slowly, sliding across my body as she did. She looked seductively into my eyes and then kissed me harder than I think she ever had. “I can’t believe that after fucking you and this cock for two hours nearly non-stop that I want you even more, so badly right now.”

I grabbed her around the waist and flipped her upside down and began eating her pussy. I could feel her trying to suck my flaccid cock without getting an erection. After a few minutes, she sprayed cum up my nose and down my throat, slapping my ass hard as she came.

I lay her down on the bed and said, “necesito jugo de naranja,” knowing she didn’t speak Spanish and not wanting her to translate my real thirst into something sexual. I suddenly felt like I was in Groundhog Day as Bill Murray, except my days were orgasms and any discussion of fluids was instantly sexualized. I then thought, “How bad could it be?” I got two gallon jugs and went back into our bedroom prepared to shatter the world record for orgasms on the same erection, still not knowing what it was, but determined nonetheless. I walked confidently and briskly into the Pussy’s Den, ready to literally take on all cumers. The lionesses were both sound asleep. I stood there looking at them. This wasn’t just a record attempt—this was about to be my entire weekend gone. I slowly and quietly backed out of the room. A man’s got to know his limitations.

I went out on the deck and lay on a chaise lounge for a few minutes and realized that my skin had patches of cum all over it drying at different rates depending on the depth of the patch.

I wasn’t an Olympic swimmer, and despite my father throwing me off the family boat when I was three and waiting for me to drown until my aunt retrieved me from under the lake surface, I could swim as well as most normal humans. I lived in California, Florida and New Jersey for a few years each and spent time swimming in the ocean; mostly in the shark-infested waters off the Florida coast, but I still had all my limbs.

The only time I had been in Tawna’s lap pool was while fucking. I dove in to wash off some of our shared output. I floated face up to wet some of the drying patches before scrubbing them off. After a few minutes of floating peacefully, I began to reach for different parts of my body to remove the now wet patches of cum. It was considerably harder to stay afloat if I wasn’t flattened on the surface. I was bent in half trying to wash off my calves and feet when my legs began to cramp badly. I struggled to keep my head above water. I was completely unable to swim to the side of the pool. I desperately tried to kick hard to one side and missed the edge of the pool. I was sinking fast and tried to rotate then push up to no avail. My last thought was that Tawna would now hate the pool and stop swimming forever. I felt the bottom of the pool under me and tried to push myself as hard as I could to the surface and edge. My hands slipped off the side of the pool and I began to breathe in water. Choking on it as I slid to the bottom of the pool. I love you Tawna and Misty. I was so sorry to not see what they would become.

I saw a bright light ahead. I saw my beautiful Irish Setter, Neve, that passed a few years earlier, running happily to me. She was my souldog. At least I knew then that I would be with Neve again and we would walk for eternity together. I began to find peace in this new part of my existence. I didn’t hear anything.

The light appeared less white and more bright somehow and I could hear something. My eyes began to focus differently and I saw Tawna kissing me. She looked concerned about something. Misty was straddling me and pushing on me. She also looked very concerned. I was suddenly in the middle of a geyser of water spraying over me. I struggled to fill my lungs and began coughing so violently it made me vomit. Tawna rolled me to my left and held me tightly while I disgorged almost two gallons of pool water, coughing violently.

My senses were slowly beginning to catch up. Tawna pulled me to her so I was sitting up. Tawna sat to my left side and Misty to my right and they wrapped their legs around my torso, holding me upright and hugging me tightly. I felt very happy at that moment although I couldn’t see Neve. No worries, she’d be in the pool anyway. THE POOL! My brain finally grasped reality. I tried to stand up but Tawna and Misty had me in their tender solid grasp. I looked at Tawna first and then Misty and then back to Tawna. Both of them had obviously been crying; eyes wet, red and puffy.

I could hear sirens getting closer.

Misty stood up and went into our home.

“Damian, can you understand me?” Tawna asked.

“Sure, what’s up?” I asked.

“You my love and I’m so grateful to Dog that you are!” she began crying.

I remembered seeing Neve and said, “Where is she?”

“Misty went to let the paramedics in,” Tawna said.

“Not Misty, Neve. Where is she? She was just here,” I asked urgently.

“Who is Neve Damian?” Tawna asked, looking at me oddly.

“My Irish Setter, she was just here,” I replied.

The paramedics came outside and knelt in front of me and began to check my vitals.

“What’s your name sir?”

“Damian Wolf.”

“How old are you?” the paramedic asked as he dipped his hand in the pool and splashed some water on his face. It was almost a hundred degrees out that day.

“Forty-five,” I replied.

“Do you know what happened to you?” he asked as the other paramedic kept his hand in the pool to cool off as much as possible.

“Tawna, Misty and I fucked a bunch of times and I jumped in the pool to wash our cum off,” suddenly remembering getting cramps and not being able to stay afloat.

The shit paramedics had to deal with every day. They should have been paid a lot more than they were.

The paramedic asking the question was somewhat surprised at my answer, but still very professional. The other paramedic quickly removed his hand from the pool.

The paramedic looked at both girls to see if what I was saying was true.

Tawna and Misty both said, “We all fucked when we got up this morning, maybe two or three times.”

Misty then continued, “Damian and I fucked thirteen more times after you went back to sleep.”

The paramedic’s eyes got huge.

“Yeah, we fucked twelve times after you went to sleep too,” Tawna added sheepishly.

Everybody was now looking at me and more specifically, my shriveled cock.

“Look at them. You try saying no to either of them, much less both of them,” I challenged, even more effectively as both were still naked.

“Were any drugs or alcohol involved?” the paramedic asked.

“We don’t do drugs or alcohol,” we all said in unison.

“Were you taking any ED medication?” the paramedic asked.

“What’s that?” I asked, still not thinking clearly.

“Erectile Dysfunction medication,” he made it more clear.

I still didn’t make the connection.

“Boner pills,” he finally said, out of more polite options.

“Ah, no, I don’t take pills of any kind except aspirin rarely,” I looked curiously at the girls.

“I’m not sure what they look like,” I added.

“Small oval, yellow or light blue. You may have seen ads on TV for them,” the paramedic added.

“Nope. We don’t have a TV,” I said.

“Given your stated activities, I can see where you wouldn’t have any time to watch TV,” he said somewhat dubiously.

“I had jumped into the pool to wash all our cum off and my legs started cramping. That’s the last thing I remember other than my dog Neve,” I stated.

The paramedic looked around. “Where’s your dog?” he asked.

“She died about six years ago,” I said sadly.

I’m not sure who actually got the implication of my statement first—the girls, the paramedic, or me. Everyone however looked more curiously at me suddenly.

“You look like you’re in great shape and living a healthy lifestyle, maybe even too healthy,” he said, looking at Misty and Tawna. “I would suggest drinking a lot more fluids if you intend on maintaining your current level of activity. And wear a life jacket if you go in the pool.”

“You are very lucky there was someone to give you CPR,” the paramedic finished.

“I’m truly a very lucky man,” I stated as I stood and hugged both girls tightly and kissed each of them passionately for pushing me to the edge and bringing me back from it.

“Don’t hesitate to call if your condition changes. We’re here to help,” the paramedic said as he walked back into the house and back to his truck.

The girls hugged me and then looked at each other.

“He came in your pussy thirteen times?” Tawna asked, amazed. “Are you sure? He has really good control.”

“Positive. I sucked his cock each time he began to cum and swallowed all of it I could,” Misty replied, then added, “He had twelve orgasms with you?” Misty asked, amazed.

“Up top sister! Wooo hooo!” as they high fived and chest bumped each other and then remembered my member.

They both knelt down in front of my cock and began kissing it and touching it while Tawna said, “We’re so sorry to have worked you so hard, uh long, uh you know what we mean. I wish we could say it wouldn’t happen again, but that’d be a straight up lie.”

As they were both apologizing to my growing cock, I noticed that we might need to build a stadium around our pool. Nearly every balcony within view was occupied and several were more than half full. I swear I saw a big foam finger on one of them.

“Let’s go back inside, it’s a bit warm out here today,” I said.

“I still can’t believe you’re forty-five. I keep thinking we’re closer to the same age. I need to remember to widen the age range when I’m watching for cougars on the prowl. You’re a beast even at thirty-five!” Tawna said, grabbing my butt.

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I'm not sure luck isn't just subconscious decisions for one, but without luck, I'd probably never have met you or Tawna. I can't calculate the risks I'd be willing to take to be either of you now though.

— Question 33 —

>If we had a long list of problems, which one would you solve first?

— — —

“Want to do me doggy?” Misty offered, holding up a strap-on.

“As pretty as your ass is Misty, I feel I’ve already done you a few times that way today,” Tawna kept thinking.

“Cowgirl,” Tawna offered.

“We both did that to each other already… three times,” Misty remembered.

“Playing the cello? Nevermind, I just remembered you already did me that way this morning,” she said.

“Y curve? Forget it. We’d need Damian for that one. Our boobs definitely change the center of balance,” Tawna realized.

“I put that Sex Positions app on my phone Damian found. Let me see if we can find something,” she reached for her phone and opened it.

Tawna and Misty both looked at the app’s home page. It had a big button: “We’re feelin’ lucky!” Tawna clicked it and was shown “The Clasp” complete with instructions and a picture.

“I don’t think either of us has ever fucked the other standing up,” Tawna said, puzzled.

“I guess it’s about time we did!” Misty said, jumping up to get their custom-made brass coin.

It had a penis on one side and a vagina on the other. Whenever they fucked each other in a position that required a strap-on, they flipped it to see who was strapping on first and who would strap on second.

Misty flipped it in the air and it came up penis. “I’m riding you,” Misty announced as Tawna opened the toy drawer.

“I’m thinking balls so you have a little something to land that sweet ass on as I bounce you up and down,” Tawna rubbed Misty’s ass cheeks a few times and then bent over to kiss each of them. “Damian’s right. You do have a perfect ass.”

“Do you remember your first strap-on?” Tawna asked.

“I had no idea what to do with that huge cock,” Misty began to remember. “I couldn’t find the girl’s vagina at first and then when I did, I didn’t know how hard to thrust. The harness wasn’t tight enough and I kept getting sideways when I tried to push into her,” Misty laughed. “We make fun of men not being able to fuck us smoothly sometimes. It really isn’t as easy as you think when you’re the one swinging the cock,” Misty said sympathetically.

“How about your first time?” Misty asked.

“Complete fucking disaster. We got this huge dildo as a joke present and tried to fuck each other with it in a harness. It was hanging past my knees. Every time I tried to put it in her pussy, it would either bend in half or push her across the floor. I couldn’t grab her hips because I was too far away,” Tawna laughed recounting.

“Who was your first pussy?” Tawna asked.

“You mean pussy to fuck with a strap-on?” Misty asked for clarification.

“Yeah, I think we were each other’s first time with another girl. I know you were mine,” Tawna clarified.

“Paula was the first for me as the guy. You weren’t my first girl though,” Misty confessed.

“You fucking slut! I think I love you more than I did. Paula from our swim team?” Tawna asked.

“Yeah, we never got comfortable with it. And then you showed me that it could be almost as good as the real thing. Thank you for that,” Misty said gratefully.

“We were always meant to be together Misty. You and I have always finished each other’s thoughts,” Tawna said.

Misty handed Tawna her choice of cocks and Tawna picked one for herself. “Oh, good choice, I just put new batteries in it. It reminds me of Damian’s cock too. Same curve to the left. Same perfect pair of balls,” Misty said as she lovingly stroked it while Tawna mounted it in her harness. She then added Misty’s choice of cocks to her harness. Tawna spit on hers and slid it into her vagina as she tightened the harness around her waist, almost ready to fuck Misty.

“Oh my Dog, do you remember the first time you got a harness with the second and third vibrator rings? Such a game changer,” Tawna remembered.

“I certainly do! Wearing the strap-on sucked before that. The only fun I ever had was pushing so hard that the strap-on banged into my clit,” Misty recalled.

They each had the other’s remote and turned the other’s vibrator on to something less than max.

“One sec,” Misty said and ran to the nightstand, getting the überlube and liberally coating her vagina and lips with it and then slathering it on the vibrator. “Damian has enough pre-cum most of the time so I don’t need it unless we’ve been fucking for a few hours,” Misty stated matter-of-factly.

“Ready sister?” Misty asked and Tawna nodded yes. Misty jumped into her arms, wrapped her legs around Tawna’s waist, and reached behind her to guide the vibrator into her pussy and immediately found a good rhythm. Tawna turned on the vibrator and Misty quickly asked her to turn up the speed. Tawna turned hers up to four of ten and put it in random pattern mode.

“Let me know if any of those is better than the other,” Tawna asked as she started pumping her cock in and out of Misty. Several minutes later, both had turned the other’s vibe up to seven or eight and both were putting some serious effort into the task at pussy.

“Fuck my pussy! Harder!” Misty demanded and Tawna maxed out Misty’s vibe and stroked her pussy as fast and deep as she could.

“Hit my clit,” Tawna struggled to tell Misty. Misty changed the pattern so the clit vibe of Tawna’s was on also and maxed her speed. “Oh my Dog, that’s it!” she told Misty.

Misty started spasming on Tawna’s cock and squeezed Tawna hard with both her arms and legs. Tawna started cumming hard on her pussy vibrator and her white gold began to flow from her. Tawna and Misty locked eyes and continued to spasm for nearly five minutes. Neither looked anywhere other than into the other’s eyes.

“You can turn off my vibe now,” Misty told Tawna.

“Yeah, turn mine off too. I don’t think I’ll be able to orgasm again for a while,” Tawna agreed.

Misty held Tawna’s face in her hands. “Thank you my sister, that was pretty fucking awesome!” Misty breathlessly tried to speak.

“No worries Misty. I love fucking your beautiful pussy,” Tawna replied.

Misty lifted herself off of Tawna’s strap-on and landed on the ground softly.

“I like that app. It made it easier for you and I to just fuck and not think about how,” Misty said as she started looking at the app more.

“Ooh, I don’t think we’ve done this one. I’ve done it a few times and it’s O after O after O so fucking good,” Misty related after seeing The G-Whiz (aka The Shoulder Holder or The Anvil).

Tawna looked over her shoulder. “I don’t think we’ve done that one,” she said.

“Says here ‘quicker orgasms for her,’ I’d say more like one fucking really long orgasm,” Misty corrected based on experience. “But I guess it depends on if you like orgasms or not,” Misty said, still looking at the app.

An hour later, Tawna and Misty switched positions and continued fucking each other in The G-Whiz.

 

When I got back from my meetings at corporate headquarters a few days later, Misty and Tawna had lots more energy than normal. “Didn’t you go to the Club meeting or Linda’s while I was gone?” I asked after the tenth orgasm each.

“Yeah, we did,” Tawna said. “We even brought a few guys and Alexa home from the Club.”

“And you two are still this horny?” I asked.

“We just like fucking you. We don’t have to wonder if we’re going to get off,” Misty said, playing with my balls and licking Tawna’s clit while Tawna fucked me in Italian Chandelier.

“I know what you mean,” I said. “I went to that swinger’s club we found and it wasn’t nearly as much fun as WeFuckUs.”

“Not enough good pussy?” Tawna asked.

“Plenty of women,” I said. “And a few were pretty good, but there is something to be said about not having to start over again with a new person every time.”

“Are we too predictable?” Tawna asked.

“Dog no,” I said, helping Tawna move her ass up and down on my cock. “You two surprise me all the time, but maybe it’s because we each know what the other likes and doesn’t like. I know BDSM isn’t your thing and I never liked it anyway.”

“Good point,” Misty said. “There is a rush when I feel a strange cock slide into my vagina, but that’s just the first time with a new guy. I do like fucking with at least one other person I know in the same room though—outside of the Club anyway. I’ve had a few guys get a little weird when we were alone.”

“So true,” Tawna said. “Women know not to go some place by themselves, but most put themselves in the most vulnerable situations with just one guy. I never thought of orgies as a safety feature, but they really are.”

“Do Misty now,” Tawna said. “I’ll finger-ring him for you,” she said to Misty.

“See! Exactly!” Misty said, moving to squat over my hard-on in Reverse Asian Cowgirl. “I’ve had to show other women how to finger-ring a cock. You already know how to do it and when and why to do it for me.”

Tawna spread Misty’s pussy lips apart and slid my cockhead back and forth between them a few times before she held my cock steady and nodded at Misty. Misty dropped hard onto my cock which produced an enormous queef.

“That’s when you know you’re getting a big cock,” Misty said, grinding against me a few times to make sure my cock had displaced every cc of air in her pussy before she began to bounce up and down on my cock.

I felt Tawna’s fingers tighten around my cock and Misty went from a low moan to a deafening scream in one stroke. She bottomed out on my cock and began spasming. Tawna kept her right hand fingers around my cock and reached for Misty, pulling her close and helping Misty ride it out.

“We’re going to have to find a backup for you my love,” Tawna said, looking around Misty at me. “Two stroking Misty just proves she wasn’t getting off with them like she does with you.”

“My Queen, if I knew guys who could get you off faster, I would hook you up with them,” I said.

Tawna looked at me like I wasn’t serious. “Seriously, if I knew anyone who could fuck women well, it would also benefit me,” I said. “Chances are if he knows how to fuck a woman well, he probably has an entourage already—more new good pussy for me.”

They put ads on Craigslist in several different cities looking for men who wanted to fuck. They got quite a few replies from women and explored those as well. Most of them had no interest in fucking me when Tawna and Misty talked with them. There were several replies from different women with a referral to the WeFuckUs Club including one from a woman named Alexa. It may have been a different Alexa—she didn’t include her member ID—but there were only a dozen Alexas at the Club and she specifically said to try me.

Whenever Tawna and Misty found a guy they thought would be a good candidate, they met with him wherever he lived and gave him a shot. They always came home hornier than when they left.

Tawna suddenly remembered the Shockspot from Raina’s and called her. “Hey Raina,” Tawna began and they took several minutes to talk about a variety of things including Connor and Aidan. Connor and Raina had gotten together several times a week with Aidan joining them at least one day a week when he flew in from Seattle. They seemed to be doing really well as a throuple.

Tawna finally began talking to her about the Shockspots. “Honestly, I hardly ever use them unless Connor is out of town. They definitely work and can get me off. The best use case I’ve found is the DP with two Dangerous Dicks—that gets me there almost as fast as a DP with Aidan and Connor, but I’m usually about ready to fuck the brains out of the next guy I see anyway.”

“If you’re not using it every day, would you let us borrow it and try it out? Even if it’s not perfect, the lesbians at the Club might find it useful,” Tawna said. “I’d like to try it out with Misty and make sure I can talk about the benefits and drawbacks with a fresh memory at the next Club meeting.”

“Sure,” Raina replied. “I still have the box in storage. I can send it to you as soon as I get it boxed up.”

“Anyone want something to drink?” Misty said, getting out of bed.

“Iced tea would be great,” I said, and Tawna nodded.

“Are you sure?” Tawna asked Raina.

“This is actually the perfect time,” Raina said. “Aidan took a week’s vacation and is supposed to be here this weekend until next Sunday. I think he’s going to propose.”

“Is that what you want?” Tawna asked surprised.

“Sorry, not like that,” Raina said. “I think he’s going to propose we form a trust. He was asking lots of questions while we fucked the last time he was here about how Connor and I felt about our throuple and even got a little pissy when we reminded him our relationship was open. I kind of thought it was weird, especially since I was doing a DP with a blow on three other guys while they DPed That.”

“A trust?” Tawna asked.

“Connor said a trust or maybe an LLC would be a way to give us a way to be there for each other if there was a medical emergency since there is no marriage license for three or more people,” Raina said, adding, “I think it’s kind of cute if that’s where he’s going, but the more I think about it, it would be nice to know we could at least visit each other in the hospital if something happened to one of us.”

“It sounds serious between you guys,” Tawna said.

“I can’t believe it myself,” Raina said. “And it all happened because I couldn’t self-sabotage like usual. If I hadn’t been unconscious, you would have dropped me off in Santa Monica and my life wouldn’t have changed for the better.”

“Things happen for a reason,” Tawna said. “I’m really happy for you Raina, and for Connor and Aidan too. They were the closest I got to finding my soulmate before Damian.”

“If we do form a trust or LLC, I would like to do a Raina’s Sexituple with you, Damian and That on a stage in front of all of our friends to celebrate the moment,” Raina said.

“That would certainly be a memory nobody could forget!” Tawna said, smiling.

“Do you think the Wheel would let us hold the ceremony there?” Raina asked.

“All we can do is ask. They’ve had weddings there before,” Tawna said. “It shows people it’s not just about fucking, but even once you find someone you really like, it doesn’t turn off the desire to fuck different people.”

“That’s true,” Raina said. “I can’t imagine not fucking Damian if we’re at the same place just because I’m in a throuple with Connor and Aidan. I know they’d never give up the chance to fuck you.”

“If you want, we can fly into Santa Monica a couple of days early and get together before the next event,” Tawna suggested.

“Oh… that could work out really well,” Raina said. “If we do become official, it would give us a chance to rehearse our Sexituple before the event.”

“I’m not sure who I can get to officiate the ceremony,” Raina said. “Hey Rev, would you officiate our wedding?” Raina’s voice changed and she said, “Of course not child.” Raina’s voice returned to normal. “We’re going to be naked and then do a six-way instead of a kiss. I don’t want him to suddenly start doing an exorcism.”

“I think Tahj is an ordained minister in some cannabis church,” Raina said. “Maybe he’d be willing to officiate our wedding?”

“Who’s getting married?” Misty asked, coming back into the room.

“Raina. She’s a girl Damian and I work with,” Tawna said.

“Can I assume Misty is aware of your lifestyle?” Raina asked.

“I can’t get enough of Damian’s big dick or Tawna’s juicy pussy,” Misty said, loud enough that the neighbors might have heard her.

“Sending you a text for your eyes only,” Raina said.

Raina: She know about Wheel?

Tawna: No, but could be a better judge than me.

Tawna turned to Misty. “You know about my judging job?”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned it,” Misty said.

“Damian, Raina and I watch thirty-six people all fuck in twelve threesomes and make sure they fuck fairly,” Tawna said flatly.

Misty had just taken a drink of iced tea. I reached up as fast as I could to block the spit take I knew was about to happen.

“How can I get in on this?” Misty asked, after swallowing calmly.

“I figured you’d be okay with it and you’re the only other person I know well enough to know you would be good at it,” Tawna said. “I just like to keep home and work separated.”

“Would you like to go through all the secrets I know that Damian doesn’t? If you can’t trust me, I don’t know who you can,” Misty said calmly.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Tawna said. “I’ll get you a guest pass for an event and you come with us to Santa Monica then the event in Reno. At least someone can keep me company up front.”

“Is Raina getting married?” Misty asked. “How’s that going to go over with her boyfriends?”

“It’s more of a trust or an LLC,” Raina said. “I just want to make it more like a wedding so everyone knows we’re together. I want to do a Raina’s Sexituple instead of a kiss to seal the deal.”

“What’s a Raina’s Sexituple?” Misty asked.

“You haven’t done one with her?” Raina asked.

“It takes six people Raina,” Tawna said. “I don’t have a girl and guy vending machine in my closet.”

“Sorry,” Raina said. “It’s just while I was at your home there was usually always enough.”

“It happens,” Tawna shrugged. “But this would be the perfect opportunity to demonstrate and get Misty involved. We just need a priest who’s okay with six people fucking in front of her—or him.”

“I know Rev. Dr. Beverly Dale,” Tawna said. “She’d probably love to do it.”

“How about Snoop Dogg?” Misty asked.

“I’m not sure he’s ordained, but I don’t know him,” Tawna said, shaking her head.

“He’s ordained by the Universal Life Church,” Misty said.

“But I don’t know him,” Tawna said.

“I know him,” Misty said. “He owes me big time for getting rid of his stash.”

Tawna and I looked at Misty, puzzled. “You remember when I went to Singapore to coach the Young Olympians. Snoop was walking across the Changi sky bridge to customs with a bag of weed hanging out of his pocket. I snagged it as I walked by and dumped it in a trash can before we got to customs. I waited on the other side for him to clear and told him possession in Singapore could mean five to twenty years in prison. He said he didn’t know he had any on him and thanked me for looking out for him.”

“He gave me his number and said, ‘Ay, if there’s ever anythin’ I can do for you, little mama… you just holla at a G. Real talk. Appreciate you lookin’ out,’” Misty said, acting real chill. “We dapped and he patted his chest a couple times then we went different ways.”

“That was over ten years ago,” Tawna said. “The number probably doesn’t even work anymore.”

“Yeah, the number has changed,” Misty said, “but one of his people calls me to give me his new number every so often. I thought he was trying to hook up with me until I saw him on Father Hood.”

“That would be so cool to be married by Snoop Dogg!” Raina nearly screamed. “But Misty, that’s a debt he owes you.”

“Like I was ever gonna ask him for anything,” Misty said. “I almost didn’t even say anything to him, but I wanted him to know that Singapore is very anti-drug. If I saw him on TV twenty years later still in prison, I would have felt horrible when it was so easy to fix. It would be just as bad for any of us going to Saudi Arabia and fucking a bunch of guys. I don’t do drugs, but I wouldn’t want to be locked up for years for fucking either.”

We flew into Santa Monica two days before the next event with Misty. I discovered I wasn’t the only one who liked Asian pussy. I had to work harder than normal to get time with That. If That hadn’t been good at eating pussy before, she either had taken a crash course with Raina, or Misty got her interested real fast. The best I could usually do was to fuck Misty until she came and quickly switch to That before Misty recovered, but Misty attracted lots of attention when she came, so another guy was almost always filling That before Misty came.

Aidan seemed normal to me around Raina and Connor. I hadn’t been around him as much as Raina though. He just seemed more attentive to her needs than many men might be when surrounded by women who were there to fuck guys like I was with Tawna and Misty.

After Raina joined us when we left for Reno, she was calmer than I had seen her before. I’m not sure how many times she’d had a week of threesomes with a couple of days of multiple partners before she’d gone to an event before, but she wasn’t the normal get on and stay on woman I was used to.

It could have been that Misty was there to take a turn also. Misty was more like Raina had been before, which could have been excitement from going to her first event. We had showed her videos of events which definitely got her turned on even more than normal.

Once the event got underway, I saw Misty working guy after guy to orgasm in the audience. It wasn’t unusual for new women in the audience to have a line of men waiting to try them, but Misty’s line was still halfway around the arena even when the event got down to the last two players, even though she was spit-roasting two guys at a time.

“That new woman is pretty popular,” Vanessa said, motioning towards Misty as we waited for the last two to finish. “I wish the line wasn’t so long. I’d fuck that all day long.”

“Why don’t you ask her to stay after the event,” Tawna suggested. “She looks like she would be fun,” Tawna said, winking at me.

“I already tried to ask her,” Vanessa said. “She’s always got a cock in her mouth, but she nodded, so I think she said she would.”

“I asked her when the guy she was sucking blew his wad and I started giving head to the next guy in line so she had a chance to answer,” Kennedy said. “She said she would and then took over sucking the guy. If anyone’s interested, Gabriella and I got a spa suite at Harrah’s for the night.”

“Who else is going?” Tawna asked.

“I have eight boys and Gabriella’s got six. Even if all the clit judges join us, we’d have enough for everyone plus a spit roast. There are a few audience guys I’d like to try for longer than a minute too,” Kennedy said.

Tawna looked at me. “Sure, tomorrow’s Sunday, as long as we’re back Monday morning. We’re meeting with our contractor on Monday,” Tawna said.

After the last cock player came and the clit player didn’t pick the tit wringer but the charter instead, most of the judges did a few autographs. Gabriella and Kennedy invited a few guys each. Misty was still spit-roasting guys and security had to stop guys from lining up for her.

“Sorry guys,” Melissa said. “We have to give the cleaning crew time to clean up.”

After we took a quick shower and got dressed, we went into the lobby and waited for Misty to finish her last few guys. The rest of the staff had left and it was just Melissa left.

As the last two guys stepped up to do Misty, Melissa smiled at me and took off her tight black shorts and tight t-shirt revealing a rock-hard body. She walked over to me smiling. “Got room for one more on that cock?” she asked.

Tawna was already unzipping me and helping me out of my shorts, spitting on my cock and rubbing it as Melissa turned and bent over, backing onto my cock as Tawna guided it into her pussy. “Gabriella and Kennedy got a suite at Harrah’s if you want to join us,” Tawna said to her.

Melissa began slamming her butt into me hard, pushing me back with each thrust. Tawna got behind me trying to brace me and Melissa pushed us both backwards. Tawna turned around behind me and bent over, putting her butt against mine and bracing her hands on the railing. Misty knelt next to Melissa and rubbed Melissa’s clit and tweaked her nipples, which just made her slam into me harder and faster. Melissa seemed to just be doing reps at another station in her normal circuit training, her breathing timed with each thrust.

That suddenly changed when her pussy went from tight to painfully tight and her body bulged everywhere. Her glutes and thighs were pushing me away from her, but her pussy wasn’t letting my cock move from where it was mashed against her cervix. I was stuck between a rock and a vise and started to tap out but she stopped clenching and moved forward off my cock, turned quickly and said, “That was a good workout!” as she waved quickly and left the arena.

Misty sucked my cock and balls clean. “Wow, she actually left a mark on you,” Misty said, looking at my groin and running her hand over my body around my cock.

Tawna looked confused. “I’ve never seen Melissa fuck a guy before.”

“I’ve never seen her do more with a guy than talk to them professionally,” Kennedy said.

“I’ve seen her at the Five Star Saloon every time I go there,” Vanessa said. “She seems to be a regular. Everyone knows her. I’ve tribbed with her a few times. I thought she was hard-core lesbian.”

Melissa didn’t join us for the after-party—at least not that I saw, but there were a lot of bodies and sometimes it was hard to tell who was at the bottom of a pile.

We dropped Raina off at Reno International to catch her flight home and got back to Medford just as the eastern horizon started glowing orange. Misty was calmer after we got back, but there was a heaviness to the calm. Not a foreboding but maybe a realization there was more to Tawna’s life than she had known before.

 

A few days after we got back, I watched Tawna and Misty working together on our new house and it occurred to me how smoothly they worked together. Effortlessly extending each other’s physical motions and mental thoughts. They reminded me of watching a thunderstorm gathering from a great distance. How you could see the clouds forming gradually into a thing of awesome beauty and power. Not consciously destructive in any way, but they were forces of nature at nature’s best. They were soothing to watch at a distance at least. Their images alone were soothing my eyes and my mind. I must have been watching them silently in awe for about an hour when Tawna saw me staring at them and nudged Misty, pointing to me. They both radiantly smiled at me and began to approach me like smiling thunderstorms with a tremendous amount of pent-up energy about to be released. They quickly engulfed me with their bodies, arms and legs flowing around me in all directions. I hadn’t moved at all since I began watching them. It didn’t matter. They silently led my body’s cells to flow with theirs as a thunderstorm coalesces molecules in its path. Tawna and Misty worked effortlessly together to smoothly soothe every part of my body. They were over me, under me, and to all sides at once. They were in my head. I’m not a hundred percent sure they weren’t physically inside me as well. I was unable, and definitely unwilling, to prevent them from doing anything and everything they wanted to do to me. If that was what people meant when they said “go with the flow,” I went happily with the flow.

Normally, when we were together like this, my cock was screaming to my brain to feel the inside of one, or both, of their pussys. That time was different. My cock was as erect and rigid as ever, but the way they flowed around it and me, it was almost like they both had become a single vagina that enveloped my whole body, smoothly rippling over me. There was absolutely no urgency to cum.

Tawna rarely wore perfume. As far as I know she never had. Her natural scent was very subtle but definitely pleasing. Misty occasionally had a very light flowery smell like gardenias. It may have been her natural smell as I had never seen any perfume bottles in our home. Both of their bodies were incredibly smooth and silky to the touch.

For at least an hour they continued over and around me, almost as if they were using their bodies to massage mine. They had flowed smoothly over my body, front to back, head to toe and toe to head. It was as if every part of my body was given the opportunity to feel every part of their bodies. I had found no part of either of their bodies that any part of my body didn’t like. They hadn’t ignored my cock or balls either, my package got the same treatment as my toes; their smooth skin sliding almost effortlessly across and around every part of me.

None of us said a word. None of us had hardly even made a sound. The sound of our bodies passing over and under each other was mesmerizing enough.

Tawna finally came to rest with her beautiful ass below mine, she was facing up as well; her legs under my legs. The bottoms of our butt cheeks kissing each other’s. She pushed my cock into her pussy and slowly enveloped it. Misty continued to flow over and around both of us until she was face to face with Tawna; her legs under my legs also. Tawna slowly contracted her abs so that my cock was almost out of her pussy and Misty’s pussy was poised above to catch my cock as it was released by Tawna’s pussy. A few slow back and forth movements later, my cock was released from Misty’s sweet confines and gently guided into Tawna’s pussy again. Misty and Tawna kissed each other passionately the whole time. We had never fucked in that position before. I had fucked both of them individually with both of us facing up and heads in opposite directions and each other’s feet near the other’s head. It usually began with her on top with my cock already in her pussy. She would then lay back between my legs taking my cock with her. My cock was fortunately long enough to still hit her G-spot in this position, which put tremendous pressure on her G-spot as my dick was basically pointing the opposite way it normally would be when erect. I would occasionally lift myself up and kiss Misty’s beautiful ass while my cock was buried in Tawna’s pussy.

After slow fucking each other this way for maybe an hour, and after my cock had been caught by Misty’s pussy again, I lifted myself up to kiss her beautiful ass again, but I also began to rub her On button. As she was mostly there anyway, a few seconds later I drove my index finger completely into Misty’s asshole.

As soon as I had hit Misty’s On button, Misty worked Tawna’s On button to bring her with us. Misty then put a finger in each of our assholes at the same time, pushing all of our groins closer together instantly into a tight mass of spasming pussy and cock.

After a few minutes of spasms, Misty raised herself up from Tawna and then began to suck on Tawna’s breasts and nuzzle her neck.

Tawna quickly reversed her and was on top looking lustily at Misty.

Fortunately, before they had reversed, my cock had shrunk enough to fall from Misty’s pussy. Seeing the desire in Tawna’s eyes quickly made my dick hard again and I climbed into doggy with Tawna while changing to Misty’s pussy under Tawna, alternately thrusting into each of their wet heavens.

A few minutes later, the thunderstorm (Misty) and rain (all of us) had arrived. I pulled my cock out of Misty’s spasming pussy and my cock began to pump streams of cum all over Tawna’s back. She arched her spine so it ran off her back and down her sides, dripping on Misty, down Tawna’s butt cleavage, around her anus, and into Misty’s pussy. Tawna began to ejaculate. I held my hand up to Tawna’s pussy and redirected her white gold all over Misty’s stomach and breasts. Misty reached between her legs and fingered her pussy to soak them in our combined juices. She rubbed her hands over my butt and legs, up Tawna’s sides and to her face, kissing her passionately while massaging our cum into our faces, necks, arms and breasts.

We all began to rub our cum over each other smiling and laughing loudly, trying to hug tightly and repeatedly slipping out of each other’s grasp. It was hard to describe how such a jumbled pile of flesh and bone could feel so comforting. The way each of us was contorted, someone should have been in pain, yet no one tried to move for a long time.

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Talking with you. Everything else is secondary to communicating with each other. Tawna and I, despite what everyone sees, almost weren't because we didn't talk openly with each other.

— Question 37 —

>If time is the only resource, are we spending it or investing it?

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I had asked Samantha to help me learn how to use tools better. The comment that Tawna made about me not knowing how to swing a hammer was eating at me a little. Samantha was very patient with me. She showed me different types of hammers, sizes of hammers and weights of hammers.

“So there really are a lot of similarities to a penis,” I noted.

“I’d never really looked at it that way, but there is no perfect size hammer for any specific job,” she started. “If you consider ‘the hammer’ to be your penis and ‘the job’ to be my pussy.” She finished and then caught herself. “That’s pretty chauvinistic,” she said, beginning to get angry.

“Samantha, I’m just trying to relate it to what I know best,” I tried to explain.

“You know how to fuck best? What do you do for a living? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about your work,” Samantha explored.

“I’m a competition judge for international events,” I told her. Tawna and I made crazy-good money to watch people fuck. Happily, more people liked to fuck than would usually admit it, although some people still found sex taboo. We didn’t have sex with people for money. We watched them play a game and made sure the rules were followed. Instead of a ten-yard chain with flags at both ends, we had a penis or a vagina. We got paid better.

“What kind of competitions?” she asked for more info.

“Endurance races mostly,” I replied.

“I’m sorry Damian, I’ve just been working with a bunch of men that think women should be at home and pregnant serving them dinner,” she apologized.

“No need to apologize. I was only referring to the fact that Tawna, Misty and I have a lot of sex as you well know. We don’t feel the need to cover our bodies in our own home. We don’t push it on anybody. I don’t think you feel we’ve pushed you into anything,” I said sympathetically.

“Oh no Damian! I didn’t mean that at all. I actually wish I could be more like Tawna. She is so incredibly strong, both mentally and physically,” Samantha responded.

“I’m sure she’d be willing to teach you jiu-jitsu and I could show you Kenpo techniques. They are both very good for self-confidence and Kenpo is really good for self-defense,” I offered.

“That would be awesome! I’ll teach you how to use a hammer and you teach me how to bring the hammer down!” Samantha said emphatically. “Ok, back to the lesson, based on our conversation, maybe I can relate this better for you,” she said, grabbing my cock tightly close to my body. “If you hold your penis here at the base and swing it up and down, like a hammer, you have more force, but less control.”

She slid her hand to the neck of my cock. “If you swing from here, you have much more control, but less force,” she finished, releasing my cock.

“Very instructional! I doubt I will ever forget that,” I struggled to recover from her unexpected teaching method.

“How much does your cock weigh?” she asked.

“I have no idea. I never thought about it,” I replied, not really knowing how to weigh my cock.

“I would bet it weighs more when it’s hard than it does when it’s not,” she posited.

“I would think so,” I agreed.

“So when your cock is hard, can you penetrate deeper?” Samantha asked.

“Of course!” I answered without any doubt.

“That is similar to the weight of the hammer. A heavier hammer can drive things deeper with the same stroke,” she concluded.

“I feel like I’m actually learning something!” I declared.

Samantha laughed. “I can’t say I’ve ever taught anyone this way before. Another factor in choosing the right hammer is head size.” Samantha took out her hammer and a nail from her tool belt and hammered the nail barely enough to be firmly in place in the two by eight she had set up for our lesson. She grabbed my penis and pulled me close enough that my cockhead was just above the nail head. While still holding my cock in one hand, she put the head of her hammer next to the head of my cock and said, “Hmm, bad example,” and bent over looking for something in her toolbox. She quickly stood up with a much smaller hammer and held it next to my about-to-explode cock. “I didn’t realize how big your cockhead was until I held my hammer next to it. Impressive.”

Samantha grabbed my cock near my body again, looked directly into my eyes, and began to swing it at the nail head. As hard as my dick was right then, I might have actually been able to pound nails with it, although I was not totally on-board with finding out I couldn’t. Samantha stopped just short of the nail head, though I felt cold steel on my glans.

“See how I can still hit the nail head without looking at the nail?” she asked. I nodded my head mostly involuntarily and swallowed hard. She then took the smaller hammer, looked me in the eyes again and swung at the nail head. The hammer head glanced off the nail and stopped just short of hitting my cockhead throbbing on the two by eight a few inches away.

“The difference in head size makes it easier to hit what you want to hit,” Samantha said as she switched back to her larger hammer and quickly drove the nail so it was completely embedded into the board with one blow, less than one inch away from my still throbbing cock while still looking directly at me. Samantha looked at my cockhead and said, “Uh oh, you got something on your cock,” as she got close enough to spit on it and then began to rub it clean.

My blood pressure and heart rate were borderline explosive.

Samantha stood back a little. “I think we’ve covered enough for the day.” She looked happy with how my lesson went. She walked close enough to whisper in my ear. “Are you hot for teacher?”

I nodded my head rapidly.

“Would you like to fuck your teacher?” she asked seductively.

“More than anything,” I could barely speak.

Samantha turned to face away from me and excruciatingly slowly unbelted, unzipped and peeled her tight shorts off her beautiful ass. After she got her shorts’ waistband to mid-thigh, she bent over at the waist and looked at me between her legs. She continued to slowly lower her shorts all the way to her ankles and then raised her left leg to step out of them. She put her leg down farther out so her legs were now spread more than shoulder width. She put one hand, palm up, underneath her pussy and squeezed her labia with the other. Her palm held a small pool of pre-cum. She stood up and walked slowly toward me. When she was within dick’s length of me, she began coating my cock with her pre-cum as she bent over at the waist and guided my painfully throbbing cock into her very wet pussy.

I slowly fed my entire throbbing cock into her juicy wet pussy and paused, trying not to cum already. My urge to cum was suddenly gone, although my cock was still dancing to its own beat. Samantha and I began to find a good rhythm and she lifted her left leg into open splits and then brought her torso up to mine, looking me in the eyes face to face. “I can feel every vein in your cock. Please don’t stop fucking me,” Samantha urged.

She had her left arm wrapped around my neck and was rubbing her clit faster than Eddie Van Halen playing Atomic Punk, her pussy working my cock like a fingerboard; her beautiful face strained trying to go even faster. “Please cum inside me,” she urged, then bent back over and grabbed anything she could find to back onto my cock faster and harder. She pushed so hard that the two by eight she had used for the lesson went flying across the yard about fifteen feet. She continued to rub her clit as fast as she could and her other hand reached between our legs and helped drive my cock into her harder with each thrust. She began to arch her back until she was able to kiss me.

“I’m cumming,” she said, as her pupils disappeared under her open eyelids and her body began to spasm. She bent forward again with her hands flat against the green grass and pushed her ass hard onto my cock. I unloaded everything my balls had stored up into her pussy. With each pulse of my cock, cum flowed out of her and around my cock, falling to the ground like a waterfall.

Samantha was firmly holding terra firma. I was arched back with my penis buried as deep as it would possibly go. Our genitals formed a solid connection in the middle of quivering flesh.

It felt like we were in that position far longer than it could have been. Samantha began to stand up and I held her close from behind with my hands resting comfortably on her large breasts.

“That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had,” I said quietly but so she could definitely hear.

Samantha turned to face me and kissed me passionately. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. You are amazing!”

I hadn’t noticed Tawna and Misty come outside until then. They both began to clap as they walked over to us.

“That was fucking awesome! I came just watching you two,” Misty said, as she quickly swiped each of her hands over her pussy and held out her wet hands to prove it. Her nipples were harder than I’d seen them for a while and her pussy lips obviously swollen from excitement.

“How did you like it? You did very well. And you my love, you are always there when one of us needs you. Whether we need your cock or your mind, you have never disappointed any of us,” Tawna said. She kissed me deeply and lovingly massaged my cock and balls. She knelt in front of me and began cleaning off any remaining cum with her tongue.

Tawna looked at Samantha and asked, “Did you numb his cock like I taught you?”

“I did like you taught me. I wanted it to last as long as I could until I felt like I would explode if he didn’t cum,” she said to Tawna.

“Your cock felt so amazing in my pussy,” she began. “I felt every pulse of your cock and every shot of cum when you orgasmed. Oh my Dog that was so fucking good. You really are amazing. Let me know when you are ready to fuck again,” she finished, then added, looking at Misty and Tawna, “if that’s okay with you two?”

“Can we join?” Misty asked.

“I would be mad if you didn’t! I still have so much to learn from the both of you!” Samantha said as she turned and knelt in front of me next to Tawna.

“Thank you so much for making me feel the way you did,” she said, looking lovingly at my package as she kissed my penis and fondled my balls. My cock happily responded to her attention.

“Oh my Dog…” Samantha said. “You were right! Be kind to the things that make you happy and they will keep bringing you happiness!” she said to Tawna, kissing her passionately on the lips before she ran into the house.

“You two have been teaching her how to fuck?” I asked, still stunned.

“She saw how you are with us and asked if we would help her overcome her shyness,” Tawna said, standing up.

“You may have gone a little overboard with getting rid of her shyness,” I stated.

“We couldn’t have done it without you. You make it easy to want to fuck you. You never demand anything of any of us. We both love you dearly and want to help Samantha learn that there are still good men in the world. Not very many sadly, we just need to get better at telling frog from prince before we kiss them,” Tawna finished.

“Hymen sister!” Misty agreed.

I finally looked around and noticed about a dozen people on their balconies, about a third still staring at us raptly. I saw at least two pairs of binoculars on tripods, a woman watering her hanging plants on a ladder who appeared to be naked, and one older couple definitely fucking. Maybe we could make the world a better place by example after all.

I looked at Misty and Tawna and asked, “Do you think she’s ready for a Grand Finale? We don’t get to do it very often and I know we all like it a lot.”

“All we can do is ask her and see what she says,” Tawna replied.

As we walked into the living room, Samantha had a vibrator stuck on the coffee table and was riding it hard. Shortly, she came and immediately saw my erect cock.

“I am so fucking horny, I wish I could fuck you right now!” Samantha said, looking at all of us with equal lust.

“Well, if you would like to, we would be happy to help you do exactly that,” Tawna calmly replied.

“Um yeah, please! I want to fuck all of you so bad,” Samantha said.

“Damian, please take her to our room and keep her busy until we’re ready,” Tawna directed me.

I walked over to Samantha and lifted her and turned her upside down and began to lick her clit while she started to suck my cock as I walked her to our room.

Misty and Tawna rigged two harnesses with four vibrators and strapped them on. They each grabbed another hand-held vibrator and walked to where Samantha and I were sucking each other’s play things.

Samantha suddenly saw two more cocks staring unblinkingly at her. She began to have second thoughts. “I’m not sure about this,” she slowed her thoughts.

“If you’re not comfortable with this, each of us can fuck one other person and then switch whenever you want to fuck one of the others,” Tawna said.

“Wow! I really want to feel all of you so much,” she hesitated and then finally pointed at each of the places a cock would fit and asked, “Okay, let’s do this with one request, whoever is going in my ass, please use a smaller vibrator. I haven’t done anal many times,” Samantha asked.

Misty quickly ran to the toy drawer and swapped out the vibrator she had intended to use in Samantha’s ass.

“Thank you Misty, that looks much better. How do we start this party?” she asked.

“I’ll lay down on the bed and you mount my cock and then you can suck Damian’s cock as much or as often as you want and Misty will put her vibrator in your ass as slowly as you wish,” Tawna explained.

Tawna lay down on the bed and Samantha straddled her, breathing deeply and preparing to take Tawna’s cock into her vagina. Misty quickly reached into the nightstand and squirted überlube on her hand and reached between Samantha’s legs, slathering her pussy and lips inside and out with lube, then applying more to Tawna’s vibrator. Misty then squirted more into her ass cleavage and spread it liberally in and around her anus and coated her vibrator with a generous amount. Misty then pushed her forward, put Tawna’s vibrator into her pussy and pulled her back against her chest, massaging her breasts with one hand and rubbing Samantha’s clit rapidly, getting Samantha into a good rhythm and loosening her up.

Tawna reached for her boobs and pulled Samantha over her and grabbed my cock and pulled me closer so she could suck it if she wished. Boy did she wish. She swallowed my cock with one smooth move and began stroking my balls with one hand and using the other to rub my cock as it appeared and disappeared between her tight lips.

“Are you ready for Misty?” Tawna asked.

Samantha nodded her head up and down because she had something deep in her mouth at that moment. Tawna gave Misty the thumbs up and Misty slowly started to push her strap-on into Samantha’s asshole. Samantha’s grip and suction both got stronger. Her other hand formed a circle around my scrotum close to my cock and began to pull down, squeezing my balls tightly in the slowly reducing volume remaining of scrotum they could occupy. She had my nuts in a vise, and the vise continued to tighten.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment, or my moments to be ruined. Tawna evidently saw the panic in my eyes and reached up and pulled her fingers apart, then slid her fingers between Samantha’s and moved their hands to Tawna’s breast. She began to squeeze Tawna’s boob so hard that breast tissue was being squeezed out between Samantha’s fingers. Tawna flexed her breast and made it harder for Samantha to squeeze so tightly.

Tawna and Misty were in sync with their stroking. All vibrators were at max. The room was definitely abuzz.

Samantha didn’t seem to be aware of anything at that moment. Her face was strained intensely. She was barely moving, or maybe barely able to move.

Suddenly she screamed as loud as I’d ever heard anyone scream and began to ride Tawna like a PBRA champion, pulling Misty tight against her ass. She then focused on my cock and nearly inhaled it. She began to use both hands, twisting on my cock as her mouth worked my head in concert. I began to arch my back and present as much cock as possible when she interlocked her fingers as close to my body as she could and clamped them hard together. My cock quickly looked like a red balloon from what I saw of it. Samantha was sliding her mouth, swirling her tongue, and moaning loudly and I was about to fill her mouth with cum. Tawna had her finger on my taint and could tell I was about to cum hard. She shoved a finger in my ass and I shot my load into Samantha’s mouth. Samantha did her best to take it all, but some leaked out around my cock. Tawna happily licked up what didn’t stay in Samantha’s mouth. Samantha slowly pulled her mouth off my cock and began kissing Tawna and sharing my cum with her.

I ran behind both Tawna and Misty and put fingers in both their asses, prompting them to push harder into Samantha as both of them came.

The room was silent except for a background hum. I found all of their remotes and de-energized their devices. No one complained. No one moved. I lay on the bed as close as possible to the center of mass of all and put my hands and arms on some part of everyone.

I’m not sure how long we all slept, or were unconscious. Tawna was still resting silently on the bottom of the pile. Samantha began to move next. She still had erect cocks inside her. She began slowly pulling Misty’s vibrator out and gently slid her butt sideways and off Tawna’s cock and slowly pulled herself out of the mix. She saw that I was awake and grabbed my hand as she led me out of the room, leaving Tawna and Misty to sleep.

We walked out on the patio and sat on a pair of loungers looking at each other.

“Oh my Dog Damian, that was so intense. I felt like I was going to explode. Sorry about your balls. I was trying to stop squeezing them and didn’t seem to have any control,” Samantha apologized.

“No worries Samantha, they’re still functional,” I squirmed a little.

“Men’s scrotums aren’t very attractive to be honest, but you must get a Brazilian pretty regularly. Your scrotum is so smooth and silky,” as she held my balls and looked at them closely while playing with them like ben wa balls. “Do you know what sound a pubic hair makes before it lands on the floor?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Phht,” as she imitated someone spitting out a pubic hair. We both laughed. “I’m so glad that men are starting to wax or at least manscape better. Thank you for making it more enjoyable to suck your cock and balls,” she said.

“It just makes sense. Eating an unshaved pussy is not near as good as eating a bare pussy. In my opinion,” I said.

We both looked at each other and decided to prove it to each other. We started to sixty-nine each other with Samantha on top. I quickly caught her clit between my upper lip and tongue and began working it hard. Samantha was licking my balls so they were very wet, and working my cock with her other hand, occasionally sucking the head. Her fellatio style was not as aggressive as the girls, but after our foursome, I was okay with slowing things down a little.

Misty was the first one to arrive. I lifted Samantha’s ass up in the air so that Misty could sit on my face and eat her pussy. We enjoyed the flavor and sensations of each other for about fifteen minutes before Tawna came out.

“I wondered where everyone went!” She excitedly grabbed Samantha’s ass and bent over in front of Misty. Samantha had been sucking my cock and was now head down deep throating my cock without trying. Fortunately, Samantha’s arms were even more muscular than Tawna’s and she began doing handstands to raise and lower herself on my cock. To be fair, Tawna was partially lifting and lowering her with her arms around her waist, but always keeping her face buried in Samantha’s pussy.

After about ten minutes, Samantha asked for a rearrangement of parts, her face bright red. “Let’s see… who haven’t I tasted yet today?” Samantha puzzled.

She sat on my face again and buried her face in Misty’s pussy. Tawna never had a problem deep throating me and went right to doing handstands after having clamped her thighs around Misty’s head.

After about fifteen minutes of that arrangement, Misty must have done something to Tawna’s pussy, because she unclamped her legs and flipped right side up. “Quit hogging his cock!” Misty yelled, smiling.

“Sorry sister, I just can’t seem to ever get enough of this glorious wiener,” Tawna apologized, smiling, as she kept stroking my cock.

Misty took a turn sucking my cock upside down while Tawna put her beautiful ass on my face, licking Samantha who was the upper layer of meat to our square sandwich, and eating Misty’s pussy.

After about ten minutes, Misty stood up, turned around and sat on my cock facing Samantha and Tawna and began to slow grind. “Anyone mind if I fuck him until I cum?” she asked.

Both Tawna and Samantha said, “I want to fuck him too.”

I suggested that they all get on their knees doggy style, lined up in a row, and I would fuck them one after the other until they each came. They began to argue that they didn’t want to wait for the first pussy to cum, and even worse, to be the last pussy.

“Okay, I’ll fuck each of you for ten strokes and then fuck the next pussy ten and the last pussy for ten and then go back to the first and repeat. If one of you cums then I’ll focus on the two remaining,” I offered.

“I guess that’s the fairest way to fuck us all,” Misty said.

They lined up on resting on their chests on a lounger with all pussys available and ready to fuck. I started on the left with Misty. It was almost like work. Ten nut-deep pumps like at the Wheel and on to the next. I cycled through them at least ten times and they were still no closer to cumming than when we started. I could fuck two at the same time if I only had a third cock. I then remembered the morning after I had used the two-cock method on them and how the vibrator got turned around and I was still able to fuck one in front and one behind. If I put a vibrator on in front and a vibrator on behind me…

“I’ll be right back,” I told them.

I came back with two Dangerous Dicks lubed and ready to fuck the other two.

They were all still kneeling next to a pool lounger with their upper bodies either lying on the lounger or resting on their forearms and playing with each other’s clits.

I knelt behind Misty who was in the center and slid my cock into her while sliding a Dangerous Dick into the women on either side of us. We tried various arrangements from there, with them moving to the center so whoever was there could get the real thing, and it was easier for me to use both dildos than it was for them to use them on each other. What absolutely didn’t work was for me to reach to either side with both hands and try to continue to fuck them with both dildos.

Thankfully the Dangerous Dicks were able to keep them in the moment so I didn’t have to restart anyone from zero. Having them move to center was also a lot easier said than done, but we got better at it as time went on. We went with them sliding right and the woman on my right moving to my left. I kept the dildos in my hands and reloaded each as they got into their new position. Fortunately, whoever was kneeling in front of me took care of putting my cock into her—one less thing to focus on.

We fucked like that until I came in each of their pussys. They each had several orgasms and stayed in the cycle wanting to make sure each of them felt my cock pulsing cum into the others.

By that time I couldn’t really move anymore.

The girls were not moving either.

I began to look around and became aware that most of the balconies around us had people on them. One person had what appeared to be a high-end video camera. Five held up cards with numbers on them. Ten, ten, nine-point-eight, ten, forty—and suddenly they all began to applaud. They applauded loud enough for Tawna, Misty and Samantha to become aware of them. Tawna pulled herself off the Dangerous Dick to my left and helped me disengage the dildo from Misty. I was finally not erect. Tawna and I helped Misty up then Samantha. Samantha was trying to cover herself modestly, not as comfortable with fucking outdoors and in front of others as the rest of us were.

“You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Relish this day Samantha because tomorrow it may all be gone,” Tawna said, hugging Samantha.

“We should thank them for finding us worth watching,” as Tawna grabbed my hand and Misty’s hand. I grabbed Samantha’s hand as we formed a line and bowed and curtseyed to our fans, Tawna, Misty and I blowing them kisses. They applauded even louder and some whistled very loud.

“I wonder what it takes to get a ten from that one judge?” I asked.

We exited stage right. We did not come back for an encore—at least not that day.

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Definitely not wasting it! Investing of those two.

Most people would say spend on or invest in.

Aside from the occasional facial, I'd rather be in than on.

— Question 14 —

>Do you prefer routine or variety?

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I arrived at our home mid-afternoon to find Tawna, Misty and Samantha playing Twister. I had played Twister with my siblings as a child and I remembered it completely different than what I was seeing then. Maybe it was that, as children, we weren’t that coordinated, or maybe it was that all three of those beautiful women were extremely flexible. Or maybe it was more because they were all naked.

“Oh good, you’re home!” Tawna unpretzeled, ran to kiss and hug me with a quick disrobing. “We need someone to spin the pointer for us,” she said as she rubbed my cock to erection in seconds. She looked down and said, “Perfect pointer!” while leading me with said pointer to the group.

Samantha quickly deep throated my cock twice and said, “Nice to taste you again Damian.”

“Nice to see you again Samantha,” I said, still trying to catch up as I wasn’t expecting any of that on my drive home.

A few weeks earlier, Misty and Tawna had become stuck on how to fuck each other in new positions.

They remembered the app I’d downloaded, and Misty loaded it on her phone.

They found H2OYeah and Butter Churner to be their favorites although using the strap-on for H2OYeah was a bit chafing. I fucked both of them in H2OYeah—Tawna first and then Misty. Tawna got her scuba gear and was blowing bubbles from under us as we fucked. It did add to the excitement. The air bubbles lifted and massaged my balls. Misty said the bubbles felt good on her clit, especially when she switched to standing rear entry and more bubbles hit her clit.

I hadn’t tried Butter Churner with Misty yet, but she was as flexible as Tawna. Both Tawna and I liked it, but Tawna’s neck was a little sore after half an hour of it. I think it would have been good for a quickie or a quick finish or both.

Back to Twister. Tawna and Misty noticed there was a Sexy Twister function to the app. It was a game for two or more people. One was the board and the others were the players. The app had a button that randomly chose a player body part (Face, Right Breast, Left Breast, Right Hand, Left Hand, Penis/Pussy/Ass, Right Foot, Left Foot) and a board body part. Each player was required to put their specified body part on or in the specified board body part. If a body part was already occupied, the next player put their body part on or in the other player’s body part instead.

For example, if the first player was a female and the board was a male and she had spun penis/pussy/ass for their body part and mouth/tongue for the board, they must put their pussy on the board’s mouth/tongue. If the second player was a male, and he spun penis/pussy/ass for his part and mouth/tongue for the board part, he would have stick his penis in her pussy/ass that was still on his face. The first player could have also had the board rim her if she preferred and then the second player would have put his cock in the open player part.

Just as in the original Twister, the combinations created hilarious arrangements.

Unlike the original, it also created new highly erotic arrangements and even uneasy moments for some guys. I personally didn’t care if I had to suck a guy’s cock or his balls, give him a hand job. It was part of the game. It didn’t turn me on like it did with the girls, but I wasn’t okay with a dick in my ass. If a spin came up that had a guy needing to stick his cock in another guy’s ass who wasn’t comfortable with anal sex with another guy, it was agreed that the player could spin again. For me, I just had the guy lay on top of me with his cock in my butt crack or between my legs. Despite most homophobes’ beliefs, gay guys had better aim than straight guys and respected the other person’s desire to be fucked in the ass or not.

Anyone could click the spinner button and there was a history of where each player’s parts should be in case players needed to rearrange to provide the preferred body part to each other. If the board’s hands were busy, someone else could click the “Twist ’em up!” button.

If there were more than two players, the first person (player or board) to cum was replaced with someone not currently in the game. Technically, you could play with only two people, but then it was just cum and switch player for board. It would still be fun to see which body part ended up on or in which part of the board.

Tawna, Misty and I had played it with each other and we ended up just fucking whatever we could when our parts were together.

Misty and Tawna thought Samantha needed some fun. She had been at one of the vendor’s plants to watch them manufacture some engineered lumber beams for our new home. She wanted “to make sure all the pieces were dimensioned accurately and were FAS or A faced on both sides” because they were going to be unpainted and needed to be perfect. Her attention to detail was amazing. I was so glad she knew what she was doing.

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A routine is good for day-to-day. But without the variety, isn't everything just daily routine?

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— Question 42 —

>If you died today, would your final log be a romantic novel or an instruction manual?

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The first week we began working with Samantha, she was interviewing a well-muscled young man for one of her construction crews. He had an attitude about working for a woman from the start. It didn’t take him long to become an obvious asshole. He stood up and began yelling at Samantha, “You’ll never catch me slaving for some fucking cunt!” as he moved to rush her. Tawna was at the counter cleaning up our breakfast dishes and put a literal rear-naked chokehold on him until he passed out. We carried him out to his truck. I drove his truck. Tawna followed. About five miles away, we left him. Gate code changed.

When we returned, Samantha was lying on the dining room table, legs spread.

“Tawna, that was so hot the way you protected me and beat his ass. Will you please make me cum again?” Samantha offered her pussy.

“Samantha, I’m happy to lick and finger you to orgasm anytime. It doesn’t have to be a reward for either of us. We’re just happy when we can cum,” Tawna said, then added, “Would you still like me to eat your pussy?”

“I’ve wanted to do this with you again since the first time. I realize that I’m a lesbian now,” Samantha said.

“You’re passing up a pretty nice cock if you are,” Tawna said, pointing at my hard dick.

“You are really hard to say no to, aren’t you?” Samantha asked.

“Damian, please let me suck your cock?” she asked.

I walked over to the table and looked at Samantha. “How about I massage your neck and shoulders while Tawna eats you out?” I offered. “I’m still trying to learn all her cunnilingus secrets.”

“Oh my Dog, that would be so good. It’s been a long…” Samantha began, only for Tawna to hold a finger to her lips and say, “Shhh, Samantha, just enjoy the moment.”

I began to work her neck and back even though it would have been better for her to be face-down. I stretched her muscles gently then felt them snap back rigidly. I kept working her neck and shoulders as Tawna worked her pussy. Samantha began arching her back which gave me more access to the middle of her back. I was pressing hard along her spine, looking into her clear black eyes as she calmly mouthed, “I’m cumming,” and then arched almost in half, spasming. I held her as steady as possible while her body trembled in my hands. She finally became less rigid and I slowly lowered her to the table. She remained listless for a few minutes and then began to move.

“What the fuck is it with you two?” She looked almost pissed. “How can you make a person feel that way?” she continued. “I have evidently never had an orgasm before meeting you two, because what you two do to me is something totally different than anything I’ve ever felt.”

Tawna and I looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

“Seriously, you’ve literally killed me with your cock and your tongue and fingers are making me rethink my sexual preferences. But you two together? I don’t have words to explain how good that felt, AND I didn’t die! BONUS!” Samantha emphasized.

“You’re welcome?” I offered, unassuredly.

“Oh my fucking Dog! You both have made me rethink my whole life, and in a good way!” Samantha continued.

“I think I love you individually and even more together. How you both fit together and think together and fuck together is incredible. I am so turned on right now. Damn, I wish I had a cock to be able to fuck you Tawna. You are so fucking hot.”

“Be right back,” Tawna said, running down the hallway and moments later returning with one of her strap-ons.

“Might I suggest fucking me with this?” Tawna offered, holding out her favorite strap-on.

“Yeah, I can definitely do you with this,” Samantha said as she belted up.

Moments later Tawna was cutlets smothered bacon on the side while I was sunny side up with Tawna covering my brat. Samantha appeared to be into fucking Tawna. Samantha owned Tawna’s pussy. Tawna was getting close. I told Samantha to stick a finger in her ass when she started to cum. “Fuck her harder, faster,” I told Samantha.

Samantha picked up the pace. Tawna was moments from an orgasm. I hit her On switch and then motioned for Samantha to poke her asshole.

Samantha did exactly as I asked.

Tawna came in waves. Fortunately, she had stopped sucking my cock and switched to jacking me off before she came. I shot my load into the lights above the table. Her jaw clenched so tight that my cock would have likely not survived.

Samantha looked like she was about to collapse on Tawna.

I then remembered that the strap-on had another vibrator for the wearer to insert in herself. It was also remote controlled. Tawna may have appeared to be freewheeling most of the time, but if someone thought that, they needed to be prepared to have an epiphany.

 

Shortly after we had all begun to get back to “normal,” Tawna and I began to clean up. Not only was my cum dripping from the lights over the dining room table, Tawna had coated a large area of the floor and Samantha from her waist down with white gold. Samantha was seductively wiping off her thighs and licking her hands clean while looking at my cock and Tawna’s pussy.

Tawna began washing the lights and floor while I squeegeed everything dry.

“Waterproof!” she said, realizing that it was code for cumproof.

Tawna asked, “Care to join us in the shower?”

Samantha smiled. “I can’t imagine I will ever say no to you again.”

We all walked down the hall and into the master bathroom shower.

We’d had Lani remodel it before Misty began living with us to provide enough room after we figured out it wasn’t big enough for more than four people. The ceiling was a huge rain head covering the entire shower. Three separate wall-mounted shower heads and had a hand-held massager on each of the solid walls. There was a bench seat long enough for even me to lay on, slightly curved front-to-back to keep Tawna from sliding off while she shaved her legs, slatted to allow water to pass through, with a removable piece at the back for a person to put their leg into for easier fucking.

“What temperature do you like?” Tawna asked Samantha.

“A little on the warm side please,” Samantha replied.

“One hundred one it is,” Tawna said as she entered the temp and pressed a button. Less than nine seconds later, she asked Samantha if that was a good temp.

“Perfect! Tankless I take it,” she commented.

“Yup, we got tired of running out of hot water,” Tawna replied.

Tawna looked at me. “What do you think will taste good with her?”

I leaned over and sucked on Samantha’s left breast and then her right. “Coconut and banana,” I replied.

Tawna snapped open a bottle of soap and squeezed some into her palm, then licked it clean.

“It’s edible,” she said as she saw Samantha shocked at her enjoying the soap. “Try it,” she offered, squeezing a generous amount onto my hands.

I began to rub Samantha’s body with the soap from her head down to her toes with special care around her pussy. I then stood her on the bench seat facing the wall while Tawna stood next to her, face to the wall as well.

“Bend like a taco,” Tawna demonstrated The Fountain of Youth easily for Samantha while I licked her beautiful pussy and she quickly sucked my cock.

Samantha got into the same position and I switched to her pussy while she began to happily suck my raging hard-on. I used my right hand to work Tawna’s clit and pussy as she stood next to us, wrapping her arms around both of us and squeezing slightly, making it easier for Samantha to stay folded.

Samantha was definitely enjoying the shower. She had gotten over her fear of my cock and was taking all the cock I could get in her mouth. She was very flexible and easily nose-pressed to my body with all my cock in her mouth while fondling my balls with both hands.

“Oh my Dog, what you are doing feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop,” Samantha said with gusto, then sucked all my cock back into her mouth.

“At least not until you cum!” Tawna urged as she fired up a vibrator and inserted it in Samantha’s anus, and cum she did, all over my face, deeply pressed between her lips. That started a chain reaction with me cumming in her mouth and Tawna cumming hard on my fingers.

Samantha then stood up and faced Tawna, holding Tawna’s jaw and putting two fingers in her mouth. She slowly pressed her lips against Tawna’s and let some of my cum spill into Tawna’s open mouth, showing us both that she had caught most, if not all, of my load. She then seductively spat some onto her palms and began rubbing her breasts, Tawna’s breasts, and my face and body with her cum-laden hands.

Samantha swallowed the rest in long slow gulps, sliding her hands down her throat as if carefully guiding it down inside her. “Oh my Dog, I have never been so turned on!” She looked deeply into my eyes. “Fuck me hard Damian!” as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted herself up on my shoulders. Tawna guided my throbbing cock into her swollen pussy. Samantha’s breasts completely engulfed my face as my tongue searched for, and found, her nipples each time before they slipped away after she bounced on my cock again and again. Several more minutes passed with her gradually bouncing faster and faster on my cock until finally she orgasmed so hard my cock felt like it was in a vice. I literally could not move. Samantha was looking straight up and moaning in one long stream. Her arms straightened and pushed down hard on my shoulders. Her body almost completely rigid, her legs squeezing me uncomfortably tight. She spasmed hard a few times and then slowly began to look down at me as her body relaxed.

“Wholly crap! I have never ever been fucked like that! You could become addictive,” Samantha exclaimed.

“Climb off that cock so I can climb on,” Tawna urged.

Samantha slowly released her grip and stood on the seat.

“Please sit right there and open your legs as wide as you like,” Tawna instructed Samantha.

She stood in front of me facing away and grasped my hands palm to palm, fingers interlocked. She quickly pushed against my hands, jumped up, lowered her pussy onto my cock, then rotated forward about thirty degrees and brought her legs up together around my waist, interlocking her ankles.

She then leaned forward and down to bury her face in Samantha’s pussy. Samantha pushed her pelvis into Tawna’s face while she began to look up at the ceiling again, rainwater flowing gently over all her curves. I held Tawna’s thighs and we began to find the perfect rhythm—her legs loosening a little, allowing me to withdraw most of the way before tightening again and swallowing my cock completely. I basically held her up while she fucked my cock and licked Samantha’s pussy happily on its way to another orgasm. It gave me time to look at her beautiful ass as my cock appeared and disappeared between her leg gap.

Tawna’s pussy began to pull me in more urgently and then her vagina began to vibrate in a ring around my cock. She wanted me to cum and bring her with me. I worked her On button for a few seconds and quickly all three of us were cumming. I thrust my hips hard into her which drove her more tightly into Samantha’s spasming pussy, making Samantha’s orgasm even more intense.

My legs were beginning to shake and I slowly lowered Tawna to the ground. She sat down next to Samantha and looked into her clear black eyes, which seemed to still be looking at something else. Tawna kissed her lightly several times and that seemed to bring Samantha back to us.

“I can’t describe how I feel right now. Fucking either of you is intense. Fucking both of you has scrambled my brain. I’m not sure I could move right now if I had to. You’re exhausting, but in a completely perfect way,” she finished, catching her breath.
The bathroom door opened then closed and Misty opened the shower door.

“I thought I heard the water running. Mind if I join you?” she looked excited to see all of us.

“There’s always room for you Misty!” we all said in sync, opening our arms and legs for her to enter. Each of us grabbed a piece of someone else and began to work them to orgasm.

Two hours later—loads of cum down the drain—we turned off the shower and began to towel each other off. When any of us lightly touched another’s groin to pat it dry, there was a distinct reaction. Each of us had become slightly raw and sore to the touch.

We all went into our bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Tawna and I spooned and Samantha and Misty hugged. All of us fell asleep pretty quickly.

A couple of hours later the doorbell rang.

“Oh shit, I have to meet this vendor. His company makes some very innovative windows that I may want to use for your house,” Samantha scrambled to find clothing where not much existed. “Oh fuck it! When in Rome,” Samantha said as she left to answer the door naked.

Indeed she was completely naked when she opened the door to the surprise of the window vendor.

“Hi, I’m Samantha,” she stated as she reached out to shake his hand. “And you are?” she asked, waiting for him to give his name.

“My name is Adam. Thanks for giving me this opportunity to see you today—I mean, talk to you today,” Adam began his spiel, obviously very nervous and excited to see Sam.

“Relax Adam,” Samantha said as she unzipped his pants and began rubbing his cock until he shot his wad. “Better?” Samantha asked.

“Actually I do feel more relaxed. Thank you,” Adam replied, smiling.

“Come in and sit down at the table. I really like your company’s low-iron exterior products,” Samantha said as she led Adam to the dining table. “Do you have literature concerning their features and benefits?” Samantha continued.

Tawna, Misty and I had peeked out of our bedroom door to see how she handled being naked in front of a complete stranger.

“Our shy little girl is growing up so quickly!” Tawna gushed happily.

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I think it would be a romantic novel as my life flashed before my eyes, but also wishing that I could impart all those incredible memories to others to help them.

I gave her my left hand and she began kissing it and licking her pussy juice off my fingers.

“Oh my Dog, you have such talented fingers. Where did you learn that?”

“I read a lot and I’m always looking for ways to bring joy to Tawna and Misty,” I replied honestly.

“I was both energized and…” Sam began.

“Paralyzed?” Tawna and Misty finished for her.

“Yup, we both get Yonis as often as we can get Damian to do us,” Tawna added.

Sam began to sit up and realized standing wasn’t advisable yet.

“You all have sex with each other?” she asked.

“As often as we can,” Misty replied. “I think it was ten times yesterday?” she added, uncertain.

“Nope, twelve. You probably forgot the two in the gym,” Tawna corrected.

“You both had twelve orgasms yesterday?” Sam asked incredulously.

Both nodded yes happily. “Each.”

“But it must have been months since the previous time you had orgasms?” Sam asked, trying to think.

“I guess it was a little less the day before, probably only eight,” Misty estimated.

“Yup, only seven for me. I’m not sure why. I just wasn’t into fucking like normal,” Tawna added, curious about her own lack of desire.

“Wholly crap! I was lucky to have AN orgasm with that fucking asshole,” Sam said, clearly thinking about her abusive ex. “Ol’ two pump chump,” she added.

“You have all those orgasms from Yonis?” Sam asked.

“Not as many as we’d like, but Damian’s cock is very good,” Tawna said.

“It looks pretty big. I saw it earlier. He was trying to cover it with a throw pillow,” Sam remembered.

“Twelve point two inches,” Tawna proudly stated. “And two and five-eighths across.”

“Would you like to fuck him?” Tawna asked.

“You don’t mind?” Sam asked timidly.

“You can’t keep him, but I was always taught to share good things. And it is a goood thang,” Tawna answered. “How would you like to be fucked?” Tawna asked, getting down to details.

“I like it deep so doggy, or,” Sam began, looking at the table, “right here with me bent over the table from behind?” not quite believing she would really get fucked.

I had left the room to put my oils away.

“Damian my love, we have an order of cutlets smothered and bacon on the side to be served when you have a moment,” Tawna yelled. “We have a diner menu way of asking for how we want to be fucked.”

I had heard Tawna and came into the room sporting a big erection expecting to see Tawna or Misty bent over the table. I instead saw Sam still sitting on it. Nobody was bent over anything.

Sam saw my cock and began to have second thoughts. “That’ll never fit.” She began to stand up. Tawna held up her middle three fingers. “It’s not much bigger than this.”

“It’s so long though,” Sam said, wavering.

“He can put as much of it into your pussy as you want him to,” Tawna said.

I was standing next to the girls by then with my cock pulsing in time with my heart.

Sam tentatively put her hand around my cock, unable to close her hand around it and unable to take her eyes off it.

“If I can’t take it and tell you to stop, you’ll stop?” Sam asked.

“Of course Sam. Fucking should be fun for everyone involved. I’ll go as slow or fast as you want. Or not at all,” I assured her.

Sam became nervously excited and looked at Tawna. “I’ve never fucked anything that big or long before.”

“Piece of cock—I mean cake, Sam. I can get you warmed up if you like,” Tawna offered.

“Wow, I’m so not a lesbian, but that sounds good right now.”

Tawna lifted her onto the table and spread her lips wide licking up down, right left, in out. Misty began kissing her nipples and tweaking her boobs.

A few minutes later Sam was having another orgasm courtesy of Tawna’s tongue. “Give her a couple then do her cutlets smothered bacon on the side as she requested earlier.”

Sam finally started breathing normally again and noticed my still-throbbing cock. “Oh my Dog, does he ever NOT have an erection?” she asked, looking alternately at Misty and Tawna.

“Never when we need one,” Tawna said, trying to think of a time I wasn’t hard when she wanted to fuck.

“Are you ready Sam?” Tawna asked.

Sam was having serious second thoughts and then—“Fuck me, I’m a big girl. I can take a big cock. I want a big cock damnit. I deserve a big cock. Gimme that big cock Damian!” She demanded, turning face down and showing her beautiful ass with legs spread wide. Tawna spritzed her lips and my dick with überlube. Misty held her right lip open to the right and Tawna held the other lip to the left.

Tawna whispered in my ear, “Please her pussy my love.”

I pushed about halfway into her very wet lubed pussy and then pulled most of the way out. I repeated the halfway depth about a dozen times. Tawna rubbed her clit and Misty rubbed her ass cheeks and anus, occasionally putting her finger in just a little. Sam was moaning pretty loudly at first and then as I settled into a rhythm she began moaning a little less. She had been so stiff to start.

“Wow, your dick feels really good Damian. I guess I was just being afraid for no reason,” Sam said, maybe not realizing I had only put a little more than half my cock in her.

Tawna signed “deeper” and “faster.” I signed back “are you sure?” to which she smacked my ass hard, driving me all the way into Sam’s pussy. I was nut deep in Sam and could feel her cervix with my glans. Sam screamed things but none of them were stop or anything akin. Tawna got behind me and doubled my force pushing into her beautiful butt cheeks, butt quakes radiating up her back.

Sam looked at Misty next to her and began stroking her clit. A few minutes later Sam said in staccato with our thrusts, “I would like…to lick…your pussy.”

Misty jumped on the table quickly, spreading her legs and putting her pussy within tongue’s reach of Sam.

Sam buried herself in Misty’s pussy and evidently would have made a good lesbian because Misty started to get loud. Tawna alternated from thrusting with me and going under the table to rub Sam’s clit and my balls. After about five minutes of rapid deep thrusts Tawna pushed me back and out of Sam’s pussy. She sucked my dick, numbed it, then spit on both my cock and Sam’s pussy before putting me back into Sam’s relubricated vagina. We continued to fuck this way for a few minutes and then Tawna put a step under my feet so my cock penetrated Sam at a deeper angle. Tawna signed “finish her” and went to Misty to finish her.

I went into overdrive thrusting as deep as I could as fast as I could. Sam almost rivaled Misty for decibel output. Misty wasn’t done yet though. Tawna signed “now” and I drove my dick as hard and deep as possible while unloading my cum in Sam. Tawna hit Misty’s On button at the same time and got her to sing. Sam was buried between Misty’s pussy lips screaming before she fell limp and silent. After I had delivered the last pump of cum into her vagina I backed out and she began to slide off the table. I grabbed her and she was completely limp in my arms. I lay her on the table and Tawna checked her neck for a pulse.

No pulse.

Tawna quickly got the AED and put the patches on her and pushed the button.

First shock. No response.

Misty was calling 911.

Second shock. Nothing.

Third shock. Heartbeat. Tawna verified pulse and I checked airway, breathing and pupils. Responsive.

She began to open her eyes and saw all of us standing around her looking worried.

“That was fucking amazing. I swear I saw a white light and it was so comforting. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before,” she said, beginning to sit up. Then she saw the AED pads on her chest. Misty had heard the sirens approaching and went to let the paramedics in.

As the paramedics entered the dining area we were all still naked but they were professional and asked Sam some health questions and about what had happened.

“I had an amazing orgasm,” Sam said.

“Overstimulation can sometimes result in cardiac arrest, but you’re young and in great shape. We would like to take you to the hospital so they can run some tests. If that’s okay with you,” one of the paramedics said.

“Sure, that was fucking amazing,” Sam said, still somewhat dazed.

One of the paramedics remained behind as they put her on a gurney and began to wheel her to the ambulance.

“Were there any drugs in use at the time of the episode?” he asked.

“We don’t do drugs of any kind. We don’t even drink alcohol,” I stated.

“It was just Damian’s magical cock,” Tawna said, rubbing my cock still glistening from Sam’s pussy juice.

He glanced down and his eyes widened slightly. “She’ll be tested for drugs at the hospital. Knowing sooner would help us treat her earlier,” he said, maybe suspicious that sex alone could stop someone’s heart.

“As I said,” I replied, walking to the refrigerator and opening the door. “We don’t even drink alcohol.”

“Sure, sure, we hear lots of things only to find out the truth later when it’s too late. She’s just lucky you have an AED,” the paramedic said.

“All three of us are medic and first aid certified also,” I added.

“Why do you have an AED in your house anyway?” he asked.

“We have some friends that are older and it’s like having a fire extinguisher. There is nothing that works better for that type of emergency,” Tawna replied.

“True, very true. I wish everyone felt that way. Our jobs would be a lot easier if they did,” he concluded. “Samantha is being transported to Good Samaritan Hospital. You can see her there. Have a nice rest of your day,” he said as he left.

 

Later that day we all went to see Sam in the hospital.

“Wow, you do wear clothes sometimes! You all look very nice together,” Sam said, smiling.

“Not everyone approves of nudity and there are lots of pervs more than willing to capture a memory,” Misty replied, holding up her phone.

“I love your accent Misty,” Sam said, reaching for Misty’s hand.

“Have they found any reason for what happened today?” Tawna asked.

“Besides Damian’s huge cock you mean?” she playfully asked. “I’m no longer afraid of your cock Damian. I would like to feel it again if I can.”

“Sure Sam, we haven’t tested the sample yet,” I said. “And we can fuck anytime you have a desire to, even if you aren’t working on a project for us.”

Sam looked straight at Misty. “It’s not really for a recording studio, is it?”

Misty blushed nervously and shook her head no.

“As you have witnessed, Misty has good lungs. We just want to help her feel everything she can and not worry about the neighbors,” I said.

“Did they find out why you arrested?” Tawna returned to the question at hand.

“I guess I have an electrolyte imbalance. My life has been somewhat crazy since I broke up with the asshole,” Sam stated. “He still tries to get back with me even though I have a restraining order.”

Signing can be wonderful. It’s like speaking a different language that no one else understands or even often notices.

Tawna signed to me, “We have Misty’s old room.”

I signed back, “She can build shit.”

We both turned to Sam and asked if she wanted to stay with us until she felt safe.

“Are you people angels sent to watch over me?” Sam questioned. “I couldn’t. I only met you this morning.”

“Life works that way sometimes,” Tawna stated. “Besides you’re saving us on medical bills the way this guy swings a hammer. He can certainly swing a dick, but swinging a hammer is a very scary thing to see.”

Even I laughed at that one. All thumbs and a big constantly erect cock. I was good with that.

“Tawna, I just met you today. It seems much longer in a good way, but it’s still only one day,” Sam said, questioning the wisdom of the offer.

“Do you live in an apartment, condo or house?” Tawna asked.

“Apartment,” Sam replied.

“When does the lease end?”

“At the end of the month after next,” Sam answered.

“Okay, you stay with us until your lease ends and you find a new place. We’re in a gated community with plenty of police presence. Your ex won’t dare hassle you there even if he finds out where you moved to,” Tawna detailed.

“But he knows where I work,” she said sadly.

Tawna looked at me quickly.

“You’re having a hard time finding a job in construction. Why not create jobs in construction for other women?” Tawna offered. “Start your own construction company.”

“Tawna, I have no clients and no money,” Sam said glumly.

“We have money and we can help you build a client base. And we know a really talented architect who’s a woman,” Tawna said. “How much are we talking to get you started?”

“It would be around a million dollars just to build one house at my cost,” Sam lamented.

Tawna and I were still judging all the events at the Wheel which was paying out like a three hundred to one odds horse at Churchill Downs.

“Okay, how about a five million dollar stake and you build a house for Damian, Misty and me?” Tawna proposed.

“Are you frickin’ serious?” Sam strained to understand.

“I can kick in a couple mil,” I offered.

“I can toss in a couple too when I sell my uncle’s opal mines,” Misty added. “It’s my home too right?” she asked, looking at Tawna. Misty’s uncle had died with no heirs other than Misty. He owned about twenty square kilometers—about five thousand acres—of land in South Australia with extensive proven opal reserves.

“For sure Misty. You are my soulsister and,” she looked at me, “you are my soulmate. I believe you are now my sole contractor from this point forward,” she said, looking at Sam.

“But Tawna, we just met today and you don’t know anything about me,” Sam argued.

“One, I know you’re professional because even seeing this huge cock you didn’t try to seduce Damian into fucking you. Instead we had to seduce you into having sex with his huge cock.

Two, you built something to spec in a few hours. I may not know how to build a house but I can tell you do.

Three, it’s about time the construction industry gets their nuts crushed by some women. No offense my love.”

“I’m just glad I’m not in construction,” I said, wincing.

“Four, if people can’t help each other what the fuck is going to happen to us. Money means nothing unless it does good. Sitting in a bank it only helps bankers that are already making sure they got theirs.”

“You all are naked twenty-four seven as far as I can tell. I’m not sure I can do that,” Sam said, seemingly searching for an excuse.

“Wear an arctic parka if you want. Don’t expect me to not be naked though. Have I ever told either of you that you have to be naked?” she asked Misty and me.

“Nope, never. It just feels better honestly,” Misty said. “I haven’t had a yeast infection since I’ve been with you two and I got them all the time before that.”

I shook my head no.

“You have way more sex than I think I could. Or at least way more than I’ve had in my whole life,” Sam said somewhat dejectedly.

“Sam, fucking is a way to share yourself and your creativity. It’s an incredible release of energy that can be immediately used by the people next to you. Why do you think cumming at the same time as your partner is so intense? It’s your combined energies. You’re getting as much as you’re giving. If you don’t want to share in the energy none of us will ever rape you. I doubt you can say that about your ex,” Tawna explained.

“Oh my Dog, I’m in the hospital because of his HUGE energy?” Sam asked.

“You’re in the hospital because you have been starved of energy for too long. We literally overloaded your senses and nerves,” Tawna finished.

“There are more nerve endings in the clit than just about any other place in the human body,” Sam said, beginning to consider the offer.

Misty drew closer to Sam and began to talk to her. “I’ve known Tawna since I was six years old. She is my soulsister and I trust her with my life. She is inevitable. If she sees good in someone she won’t stop being there for them. Damian I’ve only known for about six months now but he is a good man. He’s not a manwhore. Hell, Tawna literally threw me at him the first day we met, begging us to fuck because she knew I had come out of a horrible relationship like you. He wouldn’t. They are the most accepting people I have ever met. They don’t have a wall around them that anyone would know about. Did anyone mention they’re both black belts? Although they don’t have an obvious wall they will kick anyone’s ass who threatens their friends. You should be honored they have chosen you to be one of them. Just my personal opinion though.”

“Oh my Dog, oh my Dog! I can’t believe all of this is happening… and so fast!” Sam said nervously.

“I’m so sorry Sam, I should have realized that,” Tawna said. “The offer is there. Take your time. Please know this—if your ex abuses you again, he will never be able to abuse anyone again.”

 

A week later Sam rang our doorbell. She had a black eye and her lips were swollen. We all cried as we took pictures to document the abuse then helped clean her up and dress her cuts and bruises. The police came to get Sam’s statement and swear out a complaint. A few weeks later they came back to update her.

“We have monitors on his cell number, credit cards, bank accounts, employer. His car hasn’t moved. Nothing. He appears to have disappeared,” the detective said.

Sam looked toward Tawna sitting on the couch a few feet away. She simply looked at her perfectly manicured nails, cleaned something out from under one of them and flicked it away.

 

Later that night Tawna and I were alone in our bedroom. Misty and Sam were still sharing their horrible relationship stories with each other.

“Did you do something to her ex?” I asked.

She lifted up my cock and looked around it then tongued my balls quickly. “Just checking if you’re wearing a wire.” She pulled a little bit of lint out of my belly button. “I did nothing he didn’t deserve. I wish I could have been there when Misty needed me. Her asshole ex was probably even worse,” she finished.

I looked at her, horrified that she may have actually killed someone.

“Relax, he’s still alive. Not a drop of blood was shed, at least that I could see, although his balls are probably mush,” she revealed with a wince. She then took my face in both hands. “Damian, why aren’t all men like you? You are so sweet and kind and loving and I adore you so much. Please don’t ever leave me.”

“Me leave you? Even if my nuts were mush I would happily crawl after you,” I said.

She laughed and then said, “I’m being serious. I love being with you so much. You accept me for me. You love me for me. I wake up and pinch myself every morning when I see you next to me. I fear you are just a dream and that dream will end someday.”

I realized at that moment what love was. It was feeling that you were so lucky to be with that other person. So confused why they were with you at all. So willing to do anything to improve yourself so they would continue to be with you. So absolutely afraid that they would suddenly discover you were you and not the person they thought you were. Tawna and I were truly in love. I understood why I loved her. I had no idea why she loved me. I was just happy she did.

 

Sam began living with us after the attack. We completed testing of the sample and discovered that twelve inches of a combination of rigid fiberglass and closed cell foam inside the walls with a porous concrete coat on the finished side worked the best. For the windows Sam suggested a baffled acrylic frame filled with aerogel. We would get privacy and soundproofing. All cumproof. We could not hear any part of a recording of Misty having several different very loud orgasms being played over the two thousand watt speakers at max amplifier volume.

A few weeks later Samantha started her own construction company, Samantha Kelly Homes. Samantha had decidedly chosen to be a woman in charge. There was no more disguising her femininity. Although she wasn’t naked nearly enough for my enjoyment we did fuck regularly and she had to be working with contractors at different job sites where clothes were expected if not legally required. She hired ninety percent women to work on her construction teams.

Her first home was for Tawna, Misty and me as suggested. We all agreed it was to be a model home used to demonstrate Samantha’s skills and creativity. Once Samantha had signed contracts for all the homesites it would no longer be a show home. Tawna figured that even ten contracts at five million contracted price and one million cost per home equaled a good investment. A forty million dollar return on a five million dollar investment seemed too good to be true, but Tawna was magical. Even at a quarter of that it would still be a good investment.

We found three hundred acres and divided it into twenty acre lots. Tawna bought three lots and Misty and I each purchased adjoining lots to hers. The only place we hadn’t fucked as much as before Misty was outside and maybe a hundred acres plus the nearest neighbors’ acreage was enough for Misty to sing to her heart’s content without sheriff visits. Two of our property’s edges were next to a national forest. Hopefully we wouldn’t have to worry about those neighbors.

Samantha had been collecting ideas for house designs for years and was able to quickly get us through the initial design phase with Debra’s help. They gave us a virtual tour of our new home using Apple Vision headsets. We broke ground in two months. Samantha was so organized it was scary. Even Debra was impressed. They had been working non-stop designing all aspects of our new house with Debra’s architecture firm. Tawna and Misty were already connecting with their friends to sell the other lots and talking with a few prospects about building custom homes. I wished I had more friends like theirs. Mine were all broke as a joke. Talk about selling ice cubes to people in the arctic—those girls could sell a penis enlargement operation to a man with a fifteen-foot dick.

Tawna, Misty and I were still naked all the time in our house and more and more reps who had been over a few times just started taking off more than their shoes as they entered—both men and women.

As hectic as our lives had suddenly become Tawna still found time to share herself with me and I with her. We had more than occasionally fucked each other during a presentation for something new for our house. My cock was hard, she backed into it repeatedly. People got over it and even joined in more and more. She was my drug. Reps had come over with cases of beer and bottles of liquor, a few with vials of what I assumed was cocaine. We only partook in each other. I didn’t think Tawna ever did any illegal substance. I had done nearly all of them. I never found anything in any of them that made me want to do them again. Even after friends would buy coke and we would do line after line I never understood why someone would pay that much for nothing. Maybe I got a little rush out of it but the juice was certainly not worth the squeeze. Neither of us judged whatever others wished to enjoy as long as no one was abusive or pushed their choices.

I had certainly found everything I needed—or wanted—in Tawna.

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Resource. For some people, it seems there's never enough. As long as I can be with you and Tawna, money is a distant thought.

— Question 27 —

>Is money a scorecard or a resource?

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Anyone else ever wake up looking at two beautiful pussys? No one? Just me? The night before we had all ended up in sixty-nine with one of each of my arms wrapped comfortably around the girls’ waists—sort of like a girl blanket. My raging boner had not escaped the attention of either Tawna or Misty. I began licking each of their pussys alternately and tapping the tongueless clit. Tawna bobbed up and down on my cock while Misty’s tongue swirled around my balls. The doorbell rang. The contractor was there to discuss building the room sample. I reluctantly told the girls I had to talk to him. Man they were hard to stop screwing mid-screw.

I answered the door in a t-shirt and shorts with a still rigid cock barely concealed.

I opened the door to greet the contractor.

“Hi, my name is Sam. I’m with Best Builders. Are you Damian?” She reached out to shake my hand and brushed against my still engorged cock. She looked down, probably thinking we had missed each other’s hand, to see the definite outline of my cock.

“Did I catch you in the middle of someone?” she laughed.

“Uh, actually yes,” I felt compelled to be honest. “But please come in. We’d like to get started on this project as soon as possible.”

I led her to the dining table to sit down and talk about the soundproofing sample.

Tawna walked out of our bedroom in a silky robe flowing sensually over her barely hidden body. Misty followed shortly in a cami-tap with a silk robe over it.

“This is Tawna and this is Misty,” I introduced them. “And this is Sam.”

“Would you like some coffee, tea or juice?” Tawna asked.

Misty opened the fridge and got out some blood oranges as she prepared to juice them.

“Wow those look delicious. I’d love to have some of that,” Sam said, pointing at the fruit. I wasn’t quite sure she wasn’t actually talking about Misty’s perfect breasts.

She took off her jacket and was wearing a tight white sleeveless t-shirt that revealed she was indeed excited to see Misty’s fruits. Her arms were even more muscled than Tawna’s. She could definitely benchpress more than I could.

“So you want to build one or more construction samples to test soundproofing materials. Is that correct?” Sam asked.

“Right. We ultimately want to build out our spare room as a recording studio so Misty can practice singing and record in it,” I said, mostly true as we had begun recording us fucking.

“Oh, that’s cool,” she said, genuinely interested. “What style of music do you sing?” she asked Misty.

“Opera is my favorite but I like to sing most anything,” Misty replied and then began hitting notes similar in volume to her orgasming, albeit with far more control than when she orgasmed.

When she finished her aria Sam said, “Wow, that was beautiful. I felt that in my bones. You are very talented. Where did you study?”

“The Sydney Conservatorium,” Misty replied.

“I thought I detected an Aussie accent,” Sam said. “I think the Aussie accent is beautiful. I absolutely love it.”

Misty began saying tongue twisters. “Give papa a proper coffee in a copper cup. A loyal warrior will rarely worry why we rule. Drew Dodd’s dad’s dog’s dead. Seventy-seven benevolent elephants.”

Sam was speechless listening to and looking at Misty.

“I could listen to you all day,” Sam stared unblinkingly.

“We know what you mean. The neighbors don’t seem to appreciate her talent like we do though,” I added.

“Ok, you’ll need to block high frequencies mostly. Those are easier to reduce,” Sam surmised.

“Great! We didn’t know where to begin,” Tawna said.

“Acoustic wall panels maybe four inches thick should be enough,” Sam estimated.

“They need to be waterproof,” I added.

“Oh, they’re not waterproof. Why do they need to be waterproof?” she asked.

“We’re clean freaks and wash everything when we clean,” I didn’t lie mostly.

Sam began to look around the room and noticed it was very clean and all very waterproof.

“Interesting. I never thought of cleaning that way before,” Sam said.

“It just came to us too,” Tawna said truthfully, if substituting “from” for “to.”

“Okay, after you initially submitted a RFQ through the company website I got some samples of different materials to test. What are you going to use to test the soundproofness?” she asked.

“We have two thousand watt speakers that the sample can be built around,” I said.

“Can I see the speakers?” Sam asked.

“Sure, they’re in our gym,” I replied.

I led her down the hall to the gym and opened the door to what I forgot also doubled as Tawna’s swing room. Bob was obviously happy to see her.

She quietly surveyed the room, taking in the swing, Bob’s raging hard-on and finally the speakers.

She walked silently over to the speaker and measured its dimensions. I could swear she purposely bent over straight-legged with her firm shapely ass pointed directly at me when she measured it.

She stood up and turned to walk past me and out the door. “Got it,” she said—but I swear I heard a question in it also. The girls were turning me into a sex freak. It seemed like everyone had been coming on to me since I met Tawna.

“I believe I have your needs identified. When would you like to start?” Sam asked, although maybe not completely innocently—or again my imagination.

“We would like to begin as soon as possible. Misty needs to be able to sing as loudly as she wants to,” Tawna said.

“I have everything I need in my truck. Would you like me to start now?” Sam asked.

“That would be awesome!” Misty and Tawna said enthusiastically.

“Is there somewhere outside I can cut the pieces and assemble them?” Sam asked.

“Sure, in the backyard. There’s a gate on the side you can drive through so you don’t have to carry everything through the house,” Tawna offered.

I got the gate key and went to open it while Sam pulled around.

Sam began to unload her tools and set up sawhorses.

“Let me know if I can help or if you need anything,” I offered as I prepared to leave her to the task.

“Thanks Damian. I’ll let you know,” Sam replied.

 

Tawna, Misty and I stood looking out the window at her as she worked.

“Is it just me, or did she seem attracted to Misty?” I asked.

“Maybe a little, but who isn’t attracted to this perfect body?” Tawna asked as she dropped Misty’s robe and lifted her cami and dropped her tap at the same time, her arms acting like windshield wipers for Misty’s clothing.

I lifted her pussy to my face and began flicking her clit as she came to rest on my shoulders clamping my head with both thighs. Tawna stood facing me and dropped her own robe. Misty arched backward to lick Tawna’s clit. Tawna had access to Misty’s clit and her breasts as well as being able to give me a hand job.

Our windows were tinted very dark, but I had seen Misty and Tawna enjoying each other despite the tint before if they were backlit—Sam may have discovered that too. She seemed to be looking right at us. Transfixed. A few minutes later Misty was singing her aria. Tawna was still working my dick to get me to cum and Misty was the first to see Sam walking toward the patio door.

Sam stopped at the open door’s threshold and knocked on the open door as we quickly stopped our fun. I jumped to sit on the couch and put a pillow over my raging boner. The pillow not nearly big enough to cover my package, leaving my balls and cockhead completely visible.

Misty pulled her robe on quickly, picking up her tap and throwing it behind the couch.

Tawna remained naked. “She’s gonna have to get used to seeing us naked,” Tawna said as she walked to the door.

“Yes Sam, what can I do for you?” Tawna’s completely naked body came into Sam’s view.

Sam appeared unfazed. “I spilled juice all over my top. Do you have a towel I can use?” She motioned to her juice-soaked t-shirt that had become almost transparent, her beautiful breasts pressing tightly against the clinging material with nipples and areolas only slightly left to imagination.

Tawna went to get her a towel and Sam noticed my cockhead and balls beneath the pillow peeking out, obviously eager to see her.

“I’m sorry—I appear to have caught you in the middle of someone again,” Sam said, laughing as she looked at Misty and possibly realizing she was now dressed differently.

Tawna returned with a towel and began helping her dry off. Sam’s breasts were about the same size as Tawna’s thirty-four DDs but much softer. Tawna pushed the towel up under her t-shirt and dried her cleavage and under-boob areas. She let the towel fall to the floor and began using her hands to feel Sam’s breasts for any remaining wetness.

Finally, after a thorough manual inspection, she appeared satisfied she had checked everywhere. “There, all dry now,” Tawna proclaimed.

Sam looked at Tawna seriously, took her hand and jammed it in her crotch. “Not dry everywhere.”

Sam suddenly looked panicked. “Oh my Dog, I’m so sorry!” and ran out of the house.

Tawna began to run after her and then stopped. “She’ll be back.”

Sam was shaking her hands at her sides nervously and squeezing her thighs together. She looked like she needed to pee. She moved to the far side of her truck which had a shell on it and began pressing her back hard against it, grabbing the truck bed where the tailgate normally would have been if it hadn’t been down. Her head arched back. She was obviously rubbing her own clit and releasing her pent-up pussy’s desire. She finally began to relax, then bent over at the waist shaking her head side to side. Sam stood up straight and began walking back to the house.

She knocked politely again and waited at the threshold. I had had time to put on my shorts and Misty had taken the opportunity to put on jean shorts and a cotton print top.

Tawna was still naked and appeared at the door. “Yes Sam?”

“Tawna, I need to apologize for my behavior a moment ago. Please don’t tell my boss. It is so hard finding a construction job where I can actually use my skills. Construction is so male dominated and most of the men are completely gross and disgusting,” she said, looking at me. “No offense intended Damian, you seem like a really good guy.”

“None taken. I find men gross and disgusting as well,” I said.

“Oh, I’m not a lesbian!” she said defensively.

“In a way I am. I love eating pussy and can’t stand dick. I just have a permanent strap-on,” I laughed.

Sam laughed and relaxed slightly.

“Sam, there is no reason to apologize to me or my friends. We aren’t judgmental. You are beautiful and obviously very talented at your job. It looks like you’re nearly completely done with the sample already. Much faster than I thought it would take,” Tawna said.

“Give me an hour or two and it should be ready. I just need to screw a couple things together and caulk the seams,” Sam detailed innocently and then realized how sexual that sounded.

“Sam, Sam, Sam, you can relax when you’re with us. Damian gives wonderful massages. Would you like one to relax?” Tawna offered.

“Thank you, that is so nice of you. I haven’t had a good massage in years. Let me do a few things and caulk it so it can begin to dry. Honestly I don’t know why I feel so comfortable with you,” she said again innocently.

“She has that effect on everyone. Trust us,” Misty and I said in unison.

Sam walked back to the construction area to complete the sample.

I quickly got my massage oils and set up my massage table in the dining room area.

An hour later Sam returned slightly sweaty and seemed somewhat eager for her massage.

Tawna invited her in.

“Massages work better if you’re naked. Are you comfortable with that?” Tawna asked.

“Normally not, but you make it easier to be naked. Okay.”

“Do you want to remove your clothing or would you like me to help?” Tawna asked simply.

“Would you please? I’m a bit nervous and feel a little clumsy right now,” Sam asked.

“It would be my pleasure,” Tawna said, lifting Sam’s t-shirt and exposing her large supple breasts.

Tawna looked carefully at Sam’s breasts, squeezing and lifting them to examine her underboob. “Are these naturals?”

“One hundred percent Nebraska corn-fed boobs,” Sam replied.

“I’m actually a bit jealous!” Tawna commented.

“Your breasts are beautiful Tawna. I think yours are prettier than mine. You have absolutely no sag at all.”

“I guess we’re both pretty lucky,” Tawna realized.

“Yours are real too?” Sam asked.

“One hundred percent Copper State boobs,” she laughed.

“I think I can take off my shorts now. I’m not as nervous as I was,” Sam said.

“Please lean on me if you need to,” Tawna offered.

Sam bent over to untie her boots, showing her beautiful tight ass as she did, and kicked them off. She began to remove her socklets and staggered slightly. Tawna quickly wrapped her arms around her tightly to steady her.

“Wow, you are strong!” Sam said, surprised.

“I practice jiu-jitsu and swim a lot,” Tawna said.

“I strangely feel suddenly safe,” Sam said, thinking about her solidity.

“I’ve been told that before,” Tawna replied.

Sam unbuckled her belt and pulled the loose end back through the buckle. She began to unbutton her top belt button and then unzipped the length of it.

It was almost as good as a striptease for Misty and me.

She wiggled her butt back and forth to remove her very tight shorts revealing her almost completely bare pussy. She bent forward and turned, fortunately, to face away from me. Her pussy in plain sight, lips slightly swollen.

“Almost ready. Sweat counteracts poorly with the massage oils. May I use a washcloth to wipe you off?” Tawna asked.

“Sure. You know what you’re doing better than I do,” Sam replied.

“Damian, please dampen a washcloth for me,” Tawna asked.

“One moment my queen.” I ran to the bathroom and got three damp washcloths.

As I came back into the room I handed one to Misty, took her hand and brought her with me, then handed one to Tawna as we approached Sam.

“I can help wipe you off and also begin to feel where you’re tensest. If that’s okay with you,” I told Sam.

“Sure I guess. It’s a little late to start being shy.”

Misty got busy wiping her long toned legs.

I signed to Tawna to make sure her butt crack wasn’t sweaty as well.

I began rubbing her neck and shoulders finding them super stiff and tight. “Wow, you have a lot of tension in your neck.”

“I’ve been stressed at work and I dumped my abusive boyfriend a few months ago,” she said.

Misty quickly hugged her tightly. “I’ve been there sister. My ex was a complete asshole. We both should be smarter than to be fooled by men like that. Men can be such assholes. No offense Damian.”

“I think we can agree I’m not an asshole. Just think of me as your penis-sister—like soulsister but different,” I made up the word right then.

All of us laughed together and Tawna slipped her washcloth between Sam’s legs from vagina to butt crack in one smooth wipe. Sam became wobbly and moaned softly.

“Ok, let’s get you on the table and start loosening up those knots,” I said quickly, realizing she wasn’t able to stand on her own anymore.

We all led her to the table and helped her lie face down. I poured warmed oil over her back, legs and buttocks as well as my hands and began kneading her shoulders, neck and upper back, working methodically down her back and sides to her beautiful ass cheeks.

Sam was definitely enjoying the massage based on all the moaning and groaning she was doing.

Honestly, massaging butt cheeks wasn’t usually necessary. Most people massaged their asses in chairs and not many people carried tension in their butt anyway. If a masseuse was massaging your butt it was more for them than you. Sam’s ass massage was all for me. Her ass may have been even more perfect than Tawna’s and Misty’s. I was a big fan of beautiful asses. Most people fell into ass, legs or breasts camps as to the first thing they noticed. Legs were mine, then ass and breasts. Of course those were just the physical aspects. Without a thoughtful brain and caring heart I wasn’t interested, no matter how perfect the rest might be. I spent more time than needed on her ass, lightly touching her asshole occasionally and seeing she was sensitive but receptive to being touched there.

I then moved to her legs and began working each of them individually from her vagina to knee and then knee to ankle and finally her feet. Each time I worked her legs near her vagina she would stiffen slightly and then open her legs a little more to allow me better access.

I had rubbed everything except her pussy completely and asked, “Please turn over.” No response.

Tawna looked at her face. “I think she’s sleeping.”

I took the opportunity to give her a scalp massage while she slept since I could do that with her still face down.

Finally I took her hands and squeezed and patted them while saying “Sam” until she awakened.

“Oh my Dog, that was amazing! I was sound asleep,” Sam said, waking up.

“That was just one side. Please turn over so I can do the other side,” I said.

She quickly realized it was just the one side and eagerly flipped over providing a wonderful view of her breasts.

I again poured oil over her entire front half and my hands then began to massage her head to toe. Similarly to butt cheeks, if a masseuse spent a lot of time on a woman’s breasts it was for the masseuse. I was in no hurry. The underboob and side boob areas were still muscled enough to require some focus, especially with larger-breasted women. I spared no effort to find and eliminate tension from these areas.

Everything was going well and she managed to stay awake for most of the front.

Tawna looked at her closely as I was finishing her last foot. “Would you like Damian to give you a Yoni massage?”

“I don’t know what that is. Is that a happy ending?” Sam replied.

I looked at her beautiful clear black eyes. “It’s a massage technique that does focus on the groin area, but it’s not intended to make you orgasm. It’s more tantric. Most women do experience orgasms while it’s being performed anyway,” I said somewhat clinically.

“Can you make sure I do have an orgasm?” she almost pleaded.

“I have a pretty high failure rate,” I stated.

“Oh, maybe not then,” she said sadly.

“No Sam,” Tawna said. “A high failure rate means that nearly a hundred percent of the time women do orgasm when he does it.”

“Oh, got it. I would like to change my mind. Please sir, may I have a Yani?” she asked.

“Yoni, and I will try to make sure you orgasm but no guarantees,” I replied.

“Noted Damian. What do I have to do?” Sam asked, smiling.

“Bend your knees and open your legs about ninety degrees or more to whatever’s comfortable for you,” I said.

She immediately went to one-eighty splits. “Is that enough or too much?”

“You may get tired of keeping your legs spread that far.”

“Can I move while you’re giving me the massage or do I have to stay this way?” she asked.

“You can move as much as you like. Are you ready for me to begin?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve never had this done before,” Sam replied nervously.

“Let me know if you wish to stop at any time,” I assured her.

I warmed my hands over a candle and then placed my left hand completely over her pubic mons and labia with my middle finger just touching her asshole. She almost came right then. Her face was bright red and strained.

After a few minutes and exchanges of warm hands I began to gently stroke both of her bends. The bends are the areas between the labia majora and the top of the thighs. Sam was breathing more heavily although remaining mostly composed while I stroked her bends for a few minutes.

Next came stroking the labia majora from top to bottom with index and middle finger on either side of her pussy lips. She was low moaning almost constantly for the few minutes I did that.

I had serious doubts I would not fail again.

I moved on to her taint, or perineum. It got an immediate reaction from Sam. Her head arched back and she pressed into my fingers.

“You’re doing great Sam. We’re about halfway through,” I said, lying about her doing great. I wanted her to experience the full Yoni massage but doubted she would be able to last through it without cumming.

She bolted upright bright red. “Halfway?!?!?” she said incredulously. “Oh my Dog, just make me cum! I can’t take this anymore!”

I immediately stopped, thinking she didn’t want me to go on.

Sam looked at me seriously. “If you stop now I will fuck your cock until I’ve had my needs satisfied!” She was beginning to get angry and looked desperate.

I went back to the massage.

Tawna stood next to her holding her hand while Misty stood to her other side holding her other hand.

“You can have both if you’d like,” Tawna said.

Sam was obviously not able to process much given her current state. “There’s another massage like this?” she asked.

“No Sam, if you want his cock you can fuck Damian whenever you want. With or without a massage.”

Sam was having trouble understanding.

“I’m not sure right now is the best time to discuss my cock with Sam,” I advised.

The next few steps could progress as slowly or as quickly as needed. I was guessing thirty seconds or less until she began to cum.

I began rubbing her clitoral glans with her labia, first one side and then the other. It protected the clit glans from direct pressure in order to stimulate but not as intensely as direct stimulation of the clit.

Sam was gonna blow any second.

I quickly moved to stroking her labia minora and she was almost begging me to give her an orgasm.

I switched to the last step. G-spot stimulation. I put my middle finger in Sam’s pussy and began repeatedly hitting her G-spot. Five strokes later her vagina contracted firmly on my finger and she screamed something nonsensical. Her body continued to spasm and contract for almost forty-five seconds.

Sam finally slumped on the table and tried to breathe normally. Unable to raise her head she looked at me. “Oh my Dog, that was sooo fucking intense! I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my entire life. WOW!”

“I had to hurry at the end. It could have been better,” I understated.

“BETTER? How the hell can anything be better than that?” she exclaimed, puzzled. “I wanted to orgasm so bad and then when I did it seemed like I would never stop.”

“Damian, please give me your hand,” she asked.

— Question 6 —

Do you prefer sweet or rough?

— — —

 The headsets Tawna and I wore when we fucked with Misty had become the norm. It was pretty funny that we walked around with headsets around our necks and were completely naked otherwise. Our one piece of clothing. I also purchased Bose QCII earbuds for all of us. When we were ready to fly Misty we all put our earbuds in and then Tawna and I put our headsets on over them. We had even begun using American Sign Language so Misty could still feel connected with us—harder, faster, deeper, I’m cumming, yes, switch, cock, here, etc.

Our queen size bed was perfect except for one arrangement we all liked and did frequently. I lay on my back and Tawna was on all fours facing the other way with her legs under mine. She sat back on my cock and worked her magic on me. Misty lay in front of her with her pussy available for Tawna’s talented tongue and fingers. We called it the Tantric Tawna. She was a hundred percent in control of when or if either of us came. She worked both of us beautifully until she was ready to cum and then brought us along with her.

The first time we all got into that position my head was over the edge of the bed nearly to the floor. Misty was similarly bent backwards over the edge with her head on the floor. While the climax was intense, Misty and I almost blacked out. We added a padded cedar chest at the foot of the bed to extend the length so we could all be on the same level. We had Lani add a narrow padded folding section for Misty’s head to rest comfortably on one end so that when we did a misty I could stand over her and clamp her head with my thighs tightly.

One afternoon we had been fucking for a few hours when Misty asked, “Tawna my soulsister, I’d really love you to do a Tantric Tawna with me.”

“Nothing could please me more than licking your sweet juicy pussy, Misty!” Tawna said eagerly.

They both looked at me to see if I was willing. I quickly lay on my back with a huge boner and an even bigger smile. I loved fucking Tawna in any position because there is no bad view of her perfect body. That position put her ass in the perfect spot to see her pussy and ass as she fucked me. When she started to insert my cock into her pussy and then slid down my shaft the view matched the feeling. She could be upright kneeling and moving her ass back and forth on my cock, or with Misty’s pussy laying in front of her waiting eagerly for her tongue. With Misty’s pussy needing attention she bent over and licked hungrily on Misty’s muffin, her pussy even more visible to me with my cock stuffed between her lips.

The way she worked my cock was mesmerizing. Snake charmers could learn a lot from her. I could hear every lick of her talented tongue on Misty’s super sensitive clit through the headset. I urged her to lick louder so I could hear more of their fun. She tapped Misty’s clit with the mic close so I could hear each juicy tap, then sucked Misty’s labia between her lips and told me she and Misty were ready to cum.

Tawna had been having a packet of Pop Rocks a while back and immediately recognized what the tingling sensation in her mouth could do for a clit. Tawna was never one to ignore the sexuality of anything and broke open a packet on Misty’s clit one morning. Her orgasm was immediate and intense—even for Misty. She came continuously for almost two minutes. Tawna and I were actually becoming concerned we might have to take her to the hospital and try to explain what happened to the ER doctor.

That afternoon there was going to be a Pop Rocks finish. Tawna opened a packet and sprinkled Misty’s clit and labia with some magic dust as I stood in position to fill her mouth. She was singing her aria and Tawna put her finger in my ass driving me into her open mouth even harder. Mist had almost completely filled the room. Suddenly beams of bright light cut through the mist and danced wildly across the walls and ceiling. I got lifted in the air and slammed to the floor face first with someone pinning me down. The only thing I could see were several pairs of combat boots standing around me. I felt handcuffs close around my wrists behind my back and then got lifted to my feet.

Cops had guns drawn and pointing them as stiffly at me as my cock was at them. One was helping Misty, still spasming from the Pop Rocks, up and off the cedar chest, wrapping a sheet around her beautiful body and talking to her. Another officer was looking for something to cover Tawna’s perfect body and finding only pillows. Tawna rejected the pillows and proudly stood naked in front of the cops yelling at them. Tawna and I were still wearing the flight headsets and all of us were wearing the noise cancelling earbuds. One of the cops sternly talked to me. I could hear Tawna arguing with one of them and almost nothing of what he said. I still had cum drizzling from the head of my cock.

“I can’t hear you with the headset on. I also have earbuds in under those,” I said.

He looked slightly confused and unwilling to get too close to my still blood-heavy cock.

He took off the headset and then saw the earbuds and removed one then the other.

“What the fuck is going on here!” he demanded.

“We were just having sex with each other,” I answered innocently. “Why the hell are you in our house?” I countered.

“We heard bloodcurdling screams like someone was being murdered and broke down the door to save someone’s life,” he said assuredly.

Tawna and I looked at each other. “That’s just Misty having an orgasm.”

The cops suddenly looked confused and then shifted back to being demanding.

“That was one woman having an orgasm?” he asked loudly and incredulously.

Tawna and I both shrugged.

Misty had only recently stopped spasming from the Pop Rocks enough to speak. “I’m a bit loud when I cum, officer.”

“A BIT loud, Miss?” he repeated mockingly.

A scene commander walked into the room at that point and spoke with each of the officers with their backs to us.

“John,” he said, pointing to the officer next to Misty, “take her to the kitchen.”

He looked at Tawna and asked if there was somewhere they could speak privately.

“We can go out on the patio,” she said and began walking out of the room, blowing a kiss at me and mouthing “I love you.”

“Frank, go with her and keep her company until I’m through with him.”

Frank looked familiar for some reason.

The commander then said, “What’s with the headsets?”

“She gets really loud,” I said flatly.

“Please put something on and tell me what happened.” He motioned for one of the officers to remove my handcuffs.

“I’m fine not wearing clothes. None of us do when we’re at home.”

“Do it for me then,” the commander ordered.

I put on some shorts and a t-shirt.

I began the story of Misty, leaving out a few irrelevant details, as he recorded all of it.

“Please remain here,” he stated as he left the room.

 

The commander walked toward Misty.

“Hello Miss…” he began.

“Misty. Please call me Misty,” she interrupted.

“Alright Misty, are you able to tell me what happened today?” he asked politely.

“Sure. I’m fine,” she said, beginning to take off the sheet wrapped around her, innocently revealing her perfect body to the commander, who quickly began getting hard.

“Please keep that on for now,” he almost begged, swallowing hard.

“Ok,” she complied.

She began her story while the commander recorded it all. At the end of her recounting he said to the other officer standing nearby, “Please take this out to the woman on the patio and get her statement,” handing him the recorder.

After listening to Misty describe her day he couldn’t stand up without displaying his erection.

Misty, never one to miss an erect cock, reached into his crotch as he turned to watch the officer leave the room.

The commander suddenly felt her hand rubbing his hardened member with a straining zipper between them and momentarily did nothing to stop her. He then turned to her and saw those bright green eyes staring at him and blew his load. Misty could feel his cock pulsing through his pants releasing his load and saw a rapidly expanding wet spot in his crotch.

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked?” she asked innocently.

“Misty, I’m sorry, this is completely inappropriate,” he blushed.

“When does your shift end?” she questioned.

“Misty, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but it would be completely unprofessional of me to do this,” he concluded.

“Do this?” Misty innocently asked, spreading her legs open and showing the commander her pussy.

“Wholly shit I have to get out of here!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet with difficulty.

“Have a good day, Misty,” he nodded and quickly walked funny toward the front door.

“Wrap it up fellas! We have to go!” he yelled for all to hear.

 

No charges were filed. We received a letter from the police department asking for an itemized receipt of repair costs for the damages, adding that once the receipt was received they would authorize a check for the cost of repairs.

 

The neighbors knew where the noise was coming from at that point, or more accurately, who was cumming. Nobody talked much in our neighborhood but I noticed an increase in foot traffic past our house, particularly men. I suspected they were hoping to catch a glimpse of Misty and if there was a chance maybe get lucky too. Misty and Tawna had always used the garage entrance anyway. Maybe they were hoping to get hit by a car and meet Misty while having one was sitting on them. Men, and some women, could do weird things for pussy.

 

After that morning the three of us realized we needed to do each other differently. Misty tried so hard not to scream. Sadly she passed out before she orgasmed so no fun and no joy. Tawna and I were working an event at the Wheel a few weeks later when a new cock judge was talking to us about a slasher movie he had just seen.

“Yeah, it’s based on a true story. This guy killed over two hundred women over a period of twenty years. He even lived in a suburban house and kept some of the women alive for years chained up in his house. None of his neighbors ever heard anything.”

Tawna and I hadn’t been really listening to his movie review until that point.

“How did they know the women screamed? Maybe he drugged them to keep them quiet,” Tawna asked. We had already considered and rejected that idea some time ago.

“A few of the women could no longer speak after they found them. They had ruptured their larynxes from screaming so loud. They were never able to speak again,” he said.
Our interest was piqued. “How did he manage to keep her… them from being heard by the neighbors?” I asked, feigning a lack of real interest.

“They ended up bulldozing the house after he was convicted and sentenced to death. They found a room with two-foot-thick walls filled with sound deadening material. Walls, ceilings and a two-foot-thick concrete floor. I can’t imagine how sick that fuck was to kill all those women, much less build something like that to keep them silent.”

“Definitely a sick fucker,” Tawna and I said. “What was the name of the movie?”

Later Tawna and I discussed building our own room.

“Are we really going to build a dungeon?” she asked.

“It’ll be Misty’s Playroom,” I said, trying to redirect the grizzly to funtime. “We don’t need the concrete floor. She won’t try to escape. She can just walk out anytime she wants. We could probably even go with foot-thick instead of two-foot-thick walls.” Thinking of the space available and our tendency to spread out and spray out. “We don’t want to be cramped. Green board drywall, exterior paint, outdoor outlets, epoxy paint for the floor.”

“A floor drain would be nice too,” Tawna said.

Then she had a realization. “I guess this means we’re keeping her?” Half question, half statement.

“It’s up to you Tawna, but she helps around the house, she pays her own bills, she fucks like you and I do, she really doesn’t ask for much except some of our time.” I ticked off her less obvious assets. “How do you feel about her becoming a permanent housemate?”

“She is my best of friends and my soulsister. When I’m with her I feel completely happy. Not the same happy I am with you though. Having both of you to share my life with has made this part of my life the best part so far. I can’t imagine either of you not being with me for the rest of it,” she said, tears starting to escape her beautiful angel blue eyes.

“I guess we should ask her and see how she feels about staying with us permanently,” I concluded.

 

When we got back to the house, we asked Misty to join us in the living room.

“I’m so glad you two are back. I am so horny! Who wants to do what to who first? I’ve gone through three sets of batteries today alone! Although I have to say Bob held his own for a while. I tried the swing and he’s lucky he can get back up. I’m still working on the control thing with the swing. I ended up just laying him on the floor and riding his cock until I was tired. Ain’t nothing like the real thing baby!” she said, winking at me.

I quickly thought it might be a good time to take out an insurance policy on my penis. I wasn’t sure what they would consider normal wear and tear but I was pretty sure Tawna or Misty alone wouldn’t be classified as normal usage.

Tawna began, “Misty you know we both love you and love having you live here…”

Misty began to freak out. “Oh Dog, you’re kicking me out because of the police raid! I’m trying to be quieter!”

“No Misty, we’re not kicking you out,” Tawna said calmly. “We would like to know if you want to stay with us as a member of our home.”

Misty looked shocked. “Are you serious? Are you fucking serious?!” She began jumping up and down then ran to both of us and hugged us with her entire body. “I’ve never been so happy in my entire life Tawna. I would die for either of you. I would kill for either of you. I’ve been so worried since the police raid that that was the last straw. You two have been gone almost non-stop since then. It feels like you’ve been avoiding me.”

Note to self—find more activities for either or both of them to jump up and down.

We started to fill her in on our potential solution for her audible ecstasy. We left out that the idea came from a slasher film.

“When can we try it?” she asked enthusiastically.

“I would like to have some samples built and see how thick the walls really need to be. I’ll add enough for a safety cushion,” I said, doing my best engineer impression.

“So it’s gonna take a while I gather,” she said, looking disappointed. She then turned that frown upside down and sideways into a leer at me. “I guess we just need to make sure that cock stays in my mouth then.” She quickly looked at Tawna. “It’s just that it goes down my throat and makes it harder for any noise to get out.”

“I understand completely Misty. Rest assured if his cock is unavailable, my pussy will be happily available for you to scream into. The vibrations really are intense. It’s like my whole groin, stomach and legs are inside a two thousand watt speaker,” Tawna said, laughing and tingling with the memory.

“Oh my Dog! Oh my Dog! I am so happy you two are home and now you tell me this is my home too?!? Oh my Dog! Oh my Dog! We have to celebrate!”

“Damian and I just got home. Give us a few to recharge and then we can go to dinner. Where would you like to go?” Tawna offered.

“Benihana’s? Nope, that really good sushi place you took me to last month?” Misty asked.

“Sushi M?” Tawna remembered. “We’ve been flying a lot today already and it would take ten hours after we got to Seattle,” she said, shaking her head. “Maybe if we needed to renew our Pacific Rim Mile High Club credentials, but…”

“Honestly Tawna, I would be happy with sushi at home with you two being the only entrees. I love you both so much I have a hard time even believing my own feelings.”

Tawna and I both began to stand up to hug her when she jumped into the middle of us, pushing us back into the couch with our arms and legs intertwined. Tawna and I both said, “Welcome home Misty, welcome home.” All of us began crying and laughing until peaceful silence was left.

Misty was spec-fucking-tacular later that day. Not only was she super horny as she had warned but she had been saving some tricks. It was hard to believe we hadn’t seen everything already. I’m still watching video trying to figure out what she did.

 

I went to collect the mail the next day and one of my neighbors came slinking across the street.

“So you the guy bangin’ the two broads?” he asked.

“Not exactly, but we do fuck each other repeatedly to orgasm,” I replied clinically.

“And exactly how many times a day is that? I think I heard at least ten different screams yesterday,” he questioned.

“Not all orgasms result in screaming, but that sounds about right give or take for the times Misty screamed,” I replied.

“And it’s just you with them?” he asked. “I mean I’ve never seen a horse on your property.”

“Yup, just little ol’ me,” I replied.

“Do you take supplements or something?” he eagerly awaited my secret formula.

“Yes, I do, but they’re experimental,” I teased and lied.

“Boy they seem to be working. I have a hard time getting my wife to do it once a year,” he sadly revealed.

“Do you think I could get in on the experiment?” he asked, almost begging.

“Let me see what I can do,” I said, not really knowing what else to say.

“Cool man, thanks. What are they called?” he asked curiously.

“I’m sure they’ll have a fancier name when they’re available on the market, but right now they’re called Vitamin T and Vitamin M,” I said, sort of lying.

“That’s smart. Those marketing guys know how to sell ice cubes to Eskimos,” he replied.

“Let me know if you have any extras. Thanks Damian,” he waved and returned to his boring life. Not so much because life was boring or his wife was boring, but because he had lost the ability to think imaginatively. His wife was probably just as uninhibited as Tawna or Misty but hid it because she thought he would judge her or divorce her. She was comfortable not fucking him.

Sitcoms since the invention of the genre had relied on lack of communication between people, mostly married couples. I realized the show would have been very short if not for that lapse in sharing, but life should be long and joyful. Life between spouses, co-workers, friends or random strangers should not be a constant exercise in trying to determine what someone really meant when they said something.

Conversely, Tawna, Misty and I were in a Fuckcon. Fucking constantly, happily, sharing everything we were with each other always. I honestly couldn’t imagine my life without both of them anymore.

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Sweets aren't my main desire, but getting whacked with a two by four isn't either. I hope we can find lots of things in between.

— Question 40 —

>If I make an error, do you want an apology or a fix?

— — —

“Hey Chris,” I said as I approached the Wheel’s audio tech.

“Sup Damian?” he replied.

“Do you know anything about audio gear used in aircraft?” I queried.

“A little, but audio is audio. Can’t hear clearly?” he asked.

“So far I can, but I’m worried about it,” I replied. “Can two flight headsets be connected together?”

“Absolutely!” he assured me.

“Wonderful!” I said, thinking I was going to still be able to hear the next week.

“You just plug ’em into jacks in the plane and they’re connected,” he said.

“Ruh roh,” I thought to myself.

“Any way to connect them without a plane?” I asked, hopeful. “We have some REALLY noisy neighbors.” I only partially lied.

“Gotcha, they can suck,” he agreed.

I flashed back to Misty and Tawna playing nurse and doctor with my cock.

“Phew, boy can they!” I completely agreed.

“That’s pretty harsh that you have to wear them bruh. You should call the cops,” he said, trying to help.

“It’s not all the time. It’s only when their friends come over,” I said. Pronouns were confusing and Misty did seem to be in more than one place sometimes.

“You okay with keying up all the time?” he asked.

“I don’t need to lock them up all the time,” I replied.

“No. Push to talk like a walkie-talkie,” he said, looking at me curiously.

“Right. Right. No. It’s just so Tawna and I can talk over the screaming,” being 100% honest.

“You should really call the cops Damian. Those type of parties can get way out of hand fast,” he tried to help again.

“I just don’t want to get them in trouble. It’s just a few times a week and for maybe an hour or four,” I told him.

“Your space bruh,” he said, shaking his head.

“I’ll text you the links for gear I would use. It’s not the cheapest but you get what you pay for. Right?” he looked at me.

“Cool Chris. Thanks!” I shook his hand and left without lying to him much.

Tawna and I were bare ass on stage at each event we were at. Our privacy at home was still cherished though.

Finally Amazon dropped off my flight headset, two Bluetooth transceivers and a black box that connected all of it together.

 

I spent an hour or two getting everything connected and powered on. I put an earpiece of Tawna’s headset over one ear and an earpiece of mine over the other with the mics in front of my mouth. Immediately I learned about feedback. Misty without any of the fun. Owww.

I turned on the stereo and put her headset around a speaker. I walked ten feet away and could hear the stereo clearly through my headset. Then I had to do math again. She’s five foot ten—vagina to mouth distance, I estimated thirty-two inches—nope, thirty inches to be safe between mics. Tawna sitting on her face and leaning back would put her behind me. Fuck.

I then saw a smiling face on the headset box. Free tech support included.

I called the number. “Good morning. Lightspeed tech support. My name is Sheila. How may I help you today?”

It couldn’t be. I started, “Hi Sheila, I’m trying to keep Tawna and I from becoming hearing impaired when we fuck you,” in my mind, but I couldn’t take the chance and hung up. I called right back.

“Good morning. Lightspeed tech support. My name is Chris. How may I help you today?” It even sounded like our audio tech. I hung up. Redialed.

“Good morning. Lightspeed tech support. My name is Tawny. How may I help you today?” Too close. I hung up.

It appeared I was fucking most of the Lightspeed tech support team and knew the rest. I tried again.

“Good morning. Lightspeed tech support. This is your mother. How may I help you today?”

“WHO?” I asked. “Please repth… please repeat your name?” I said, stammering.

“Yermatha,” the woman said.

“Thank you, Yermatha,” I said, realizing she had a heavy accent.

“And your name sir?” Yermatha asked.

“Damian,” I replied.

“How may I help you son?” Yermatha asked.

I stopped dead. My mother would definitely not have approved of this effort as she had never approved of any woman I’d been with.

“I mean sir. Sorry for my English,” Yermatha apologized.

“No worries, Yermatha. Is there a way to stop the noise I hear when I have two headsets close to each other?”

“One moment son, I must consult my colleagues,” she said before putting me on hold.

“No worries.”

Up Up and Away by the 5th Dimension began to play.

The music was interrupted. “Hello Damian. This is Vanessa,” a woman without an accent said.

WTF?

“I’ll be helping with your call. Yermatha is still in training and asked me to assist.”

“Just out of curiosity. Do you have techs named Dominick and Rod?” I asked.

“We do have a Dominick and a Ron. Is that who you want? I can transfer you if you wish,” Vanessa replied.

“Nope. Just curious,” I replied.

Most of the judges at the Wheel shared cocks and clits. Not much else. It wouldn’t have surprised me.

“Ok then, have you tried adjusting the mic volume as shown in the operator’s manual on page nine?” Vanessa asked.

“I just got them today and was in a hurry to use them when I fuck my girl and her friend later,” I said as I got the manual out of the box and began reading it.

“Excuse me sir?” Vanessa’s voice rose in pitch.

I realized what I had said. “m sr n tun ow,” I said quickly and hung up.

Good thing Tawna and I were open about everything. I couldn’t lie worth a shit.

The manual. If all else fails, read the manual.

Huh. The info was right there on page nine.

 

I’d been playing with the mic gain settings for about an hour and tested it pretty well. No more feedback.

I cranked the stereo to max and turned on the leaf blower in the living room and could stand right next to Tawna’s headset without getting feedback, yet still hear the music from her headset comfortably in mine.

I was in the middle of a rousing air leaf blower solo of Rock Candy by Montrose when Tawna broke into my solo.

She was saying something and I couldn’t hear her so I took off the headset. Oww, it was really fucking loud. I quickly shut off the leaf blower and turned the stereo down. I must have looked like a madman to her—smiling broadly with a leaf blower in my hands and a flight headset around my neck.

I quickly put the headset back on. “Co-pilot to pilot, pre-flight check complete. Permission to fuck you and Misty on the dining table. Over.”

She then realized what all that was for.

Misty had sat down on the couch and was looking over at us, seemingly unaffected by all the earlier noise. Go figure.

Tawna asked her to come over to where we stood near the dining table as she removed her own clothes.

Misty stood next to us. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Damian has an idea that might help us all enjoy sharing our affections for each other more safely.”

She began to strip off Misty’s clothes.

“I love sharing my body with both of you,” Misty said, smiling and looking at both of us trying to decide cock or pussy first. Why choose—she had two hands and other options she could turn to.

I handed Tawna her headset as she placed Misty on the table and slid her back far enough to be comfortable, then licked her index finger and began rhythmically tapping Misty’s clit.

Misty was watching on raised elbows and then began to reach for my cock. “Gimme that cock please Damian.”

I quickly moved within her easy grasp.

None of us were in urgent need of an orgasm having already fucked five or six times earlier that morning.

She moved uncomfortably on the table reaching for my cock. I ran to get her a blanket to lie on.

By the time I came back she was arching noticeably and had Tawna in a headlock between her legs.

Misty and I got the blanket under her while Tawna was eating her out.

“That was so oh oh oh oh sweeet of you Damian,” Misty said as Tawna appeared to hit a good spot while she was speaking.

I began kissing, licking and sucking her nipples and breasts while she rubbed my cock. Tawna reached between my legs from behind and fondled my balls at the same time.

Tawna stood up, licked her luscious lips and slowly wiped Misty’s pussy juice off her face with both hands then licked them clean while staring at Misty. Misty’s grasp on my cock tightened.

Tawna walked around to the other end of the table and climbed over her into sixty-nine.

Did I mention they were essentially twins. It was amazing to watch how perfectly their bodies matched. Yin and Yang in shape, size and color. I grabbed my phone and started snapping pics from all sides. They made art with each other and because of each other. I got lost in their motion and beauty.

Finally Tawna looked up. “Time to stress test the headsets with real life Misty. Please get mine for me.”

I grabbed them off the island and helped her put hers on. Then I put mine on and we tested them.

“Co-pilot to beautiful pussy-eating pilot,” I said, then added, “Do I need to say ‘over’?”

“Nope. Not when we’re flying Misty!” she replied. “Wow Damian, these really work! Awesome idea!” We high-fived then low-fived together on Misty’s pussy.

“I think we need to stress test them though just to make sure,” she said, continuing to finger-fuck Misty. “Are you ready?”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

She began moving Misty’s pussy closer to the table’s edge until her asshole was available for my cock.

I already knew Misty liked anal although I had never done it with her. She had mentioned a few times when she had and really liked it, but looking at her asshole—perfect, tan and tight—it was hard to believe she had ever even used it for its intended purpose.

“On three. One… two… three,” Tawna counted and I began to slide my penis into her ass.

She got absolutely louder. I hoped that translated to liking it. She did nothing to stop me.

I got all my cock in and started stroking faster.

Tawna was breathing heavy by then. “Stroke faster please, I’m not going to last much longer,” she said into the headset with Misty only about sixty decibels inside the headsets—without them I didn’t want to find out.

I complied and began to stroke almost as fast as I could.

Tawna was buried in her pussy with the mic right next to her mouth. It was an unexpected benefit of the headset. I could hear every lap and tap of Tawna on Misty’s pussy even more clearly than if I was doing her myself. It was like when someone was eating something with a hands-free headset on. Misty was definitely gettin’ eaten.

Tawna—almost completely breathless—said, “When I cum smack her ass with both hands hard.”

At least I think that’s what she said. It was hard to hear clearly since she was almost breathless and Misty was screaming.

“Got it Captain!” I hollered into the mic.

I kept working my cock in and out of her ass at speed, almost ready to cum too, when Tawna arched back so I could see her beautifully contorted face, eyes staring fixed in space, about to have a full-blown orgasm. I smacked Misty’s ass cheeks hard enough to leave bright red marks on both. Misty’s asshole began to spasm on my cock like a vibrating cock ring which finished me. Misty engulfed us—me with her anus, Tawna with her legs—and all of us with Tawna’s aerosolized white gold filling the room. Her anus still spasming on my shrinking cock. Tawna was face down, motionless on her pussy. My cock shrank enough to pull out without being pulled off by her tight sphincter. I lay down on the floor to recover and looked up through the mist.

I realized I didn’t have any ringing in my ears the way I did without the headset. I still needed to work on fine-tuning the volume though as Misty was overwhelming the noise reduction and we still had to shout when she was hitting her aria. Misty was becoming a habit I hoped we wouldn’t have to break. Misty and Tawna were soulsisters and I wanted to be with both of them to see where that would lead us.

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I'm much more of a fix the problem than fix the blame kinda guy. We all make mistakes, if it was a misunderstanding, an apology either way would be good to clear the air though.

— Question 23 —

>Is jealousy a security alert or an insecurity bug?

— — —

I woke up the next day feeling more tired than usual in a very good way. Tawna was already up and out. Bummer. She hated to waste morning wood more than I did. I began to slowly rub my throbbing cock thinking of all the events of the day before. I closed my eyes and saw each of those two beautiful women working their magic on my cock with their pussys. Then I was just with Tawna alone in my fantasy. I began to smell her lightly perfume-scented body as she slowly writhed across mine.

Wait.

Tawna rarely wore any makeup and even more rarely perfume.

WTF?

My eyes popped open and they were both standing next to the bed watching me rub my cock. Not disapprovingly like my own mother had so many many times, but happily and hungrily—very hungrily.

“Just watching,” Tawna said. “I’m always eager to learn more about how to please you my love,” as she tapped her clit with one finger while pinching her labia behind it and pulling her clitoral hood back to expose it better with two fingers of her other hand. Misty was just behind her looking over her shoulder, seductively licking her lips while focusing on my throbbing cock. Both her hands were on Tawna’s beautiful boobs—squeezing and tweaking her boobs and nipples.

“I’m just here to watch. Ignore the vagina behind the curtain,” Misty added as she stood to the side of Tawna, pirouetted to face away and bent over looking at me from between her now wide-spread legs. She licked a finger and slowly moved it up and down between her pussy lips. It suddenly occurred to me that I had in reality not been able to avoid that truck’s grille, but had died and gone to heaven. Tawna knelt next to the bed focusing on my cock. I hadn’t rubbed my cock one stroke since opening my eyes yet it had never throbbed as much as at that moment.

Tawna, always willing to improve her skills, asked, “What happens if I touch it here?” as she lightly touched my painfully hard cock just below my glans.

“Oh my Dog. One light touch. Hold on! Hold on!” I screamed in my own head.

Seeing my reaction she recoiled her finger. “Oops, sorry!” She began to closely examine her own finger from all angles, licking and sucking it seductively. Finally she turned to Misty, still bent over watching and rubbing her own clit with pre-cum forming a droplet about ready to fall to the floor.

Tawna slowly put her finger into Misty’s vagina. “Do you feel anything sharp, Misty?” The droplet desperately tried to cling to that beautiful pussy as long as possible.

“Maybe?” Misty said, thinking longer. “Try pushing a little harder.” Then adding, “faster,” she replied seductively, arching her back.

Tawna complied. Misty tightened her legs around Tawna’s finger, slowly rocking her body back and forth on it.

“Nope. You are good,” she said, adding with strong emphasis, “Really, reaallly, reaaalllly good!” slowly drawing out every really both orally and vaginally.

“Good,” Tawna replied. “I thought I had pricked him with something,” putting a lustful emphasis on “pricked.”

Misty turned and got closer to the bed. She leaned over, also looking closely at my cock curiously.

“Is this where you touched him?” Misty asked Tawna, pointing to a spot below my glans. Luckily not touching my cock.

“A little to the right,” Tawna estimated.

“In this area?” Misty questioned as she slowly drew her tongue across what seemed to be every nerve on my penis. So much for luck.

I had an even greater reaction to that than Tawna’s finger but managed to hold my load.

“Huh,” Misty stopped quickly and looked curiously at my dark purplish red cock about to explode, if only literally from the pressure inside it.

Tawna got closer. “Maybe something all around it?”

Misty looked happily surprised and kissed Tawna passionately. “You’re so smart. One of the reasons I love being your assistant, Cock Doc. I love you Tawna, uh, Doc.”

“Shh nurse, not in front of the patient,” Tawna said. “We want to remain professional in the office at all times.” She leaned closer and spoke more softly, but certainly intended for me to hear. “I’m going to slowly remove your smock and hungrily lick your dripping pussy. Just as you’re on the verge, I’ll flip that beautiful shapely ass around so we can sixty-nine each other until both of us are about to cum, then I’ll slowly slide off your smooth and inviting body…”

My Dog. I was watching a porn movie—a really good porn movie. Just when I thought it had ended, Tawna continued. “Then I’ll stand between your legs and begin to pound your soaking pussy with this…” as she quickly whipped out a strap-on cock that intimidated me from beside our bed, adding, “…until you have given me all your cum.”

Misty looked surprised, batted her eyelashes several times quickly and then very, very desirously began thinking of her future with her Doctor.

“Oh, Doctor!” she feigned shyness. I was struck by how well she really did feign it. It had to be tough when there wasn’t a shy atom, chromosome, cell, hair, thought or aura in the girl’s entire zip code. She made brash and bold run shyly away from her, quaking in her shadow.

“Nurse, let’s not forget about the patient’s needs,” Tawna said, nodding at me.

Misty slowly pressed her lips tightly against the tip of my cock and then slowly—excruciatingly slowly—slid down the entire length of it. She stopped when tightly pressed against my body and started talking to Tawna. I had no idea what she was saying but her accent was working for me.

Tawna leaned her ear closer to “hear” what she was trying to say. “You don’t feel anything rough or sharp?”

Misty slowly moved her head up and down and then side to side.

“Something rough but not sharp?” Tawna said softly, thinking.

Misty rapidly started to move her head, bobbing on my cock as if trying to say yes!

“Rough, not sharp, rough, not sharp,” Tawna repeated carefully. “I wonder what that could be?”

Misty shook her head side to side and shrugged her shoulders, which pushed her mouth even deeper into my body, swallowing every inch of my cock. I wondered if anyone who had actually been eaten by a shark—not bitten, but completely swallowed—had felt something similar as they were being swallowed. I also remembered with some trepidation that great white sharks were common in Australia.

“Let me try something,” Tawna said.

Misty slowly withdrew my cock from her soft wet mouth, her tongue spinning circles around it as it slowly became visible.

Misty looked sadly confused. “I’m afraid I’m totally out of my league in this case. I don’t have much experience with things like this.”

What fucking league was that? And what “experience” didn’t she have? I couldn’t even imagine. I was almost afraid of finding out what that league could do to my cock.

I couldn’t speak and only one part of my body was moving—wildly throbbing. The girls were so comfortable making me so uncomfortable together it verged on terrifying. Forget waterboarding prisoners. If those two walked into an interrogation room there would be a race to see who could spill secrets faster. Had they been in charge of finding Osama bin Laden that motherfucker’s location would have been known in two hours. Maybe less.

“Let me try,” Tawna said, quickly swallowing my raging hard-on entirely. She tried to take more. She said something to Misty and pointed to my balls.

“Good idea Doctor!” Misty said, taking my balls into her mouth, their lips brushing as Tawna attempted to kiss her with all my stuff in their two oral heavens.

It occurred to me that if they both bit down, I would have been ready to transition to a woman. Smooth. Dickless. Ballless. Scrotumless. No one would have suspected a penis and pair of balls had ever been there.

I swear Misty was swirling her tongue on my balls in the opposite direction from Tawna’s. Could the Coriolis effect be embedded in her mouth?

“M   U   S   T   F   U   C   K   P   U   S   S   Y !” came the command from my cock clearly in my big head.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed and they both instantly released my cock and balls, kneeling over it, looking at me like innocent little bunny rabbits nibbling on my blade of grass.

“I’m gonna pump so much cum into one or both of you!” I yelled.

Misty’s hand went up immediately and happily, with Tawna helping to hold it up, both of them repeatedly pointing to Misty smiling enthusiastically and nodding quickly.

“Me! Me! Me!” Misty volunteered enthusiastically.

I rolled off the bed to stand, finding it difficult momentarily. Probably not because I moved too fast but because most of my blood was in my cock.

Misty was already out of bed and bent over at the waist, ready, waiting and clearly happy to see my throbbing cock pointed at her.

Tawna grasped my cock and aimed it directly at Misty’s waiting vagina, pulling me with it. As I began to fill Misty, Tawna’s arm rolled from pulling my penis to thrusting my ass into Misty in one smooth motion, loading my unexploded shell into her breech, almost knocking us over. Tawna stood behind me and wrapped her arms around both of us, her hips thrusting with mine, matching my rhythm and multiplying the force Misty happily received. Misty was at almost a constant hundred decibels—a leaf blower was ninety. Tawna had stopped thrusting with me and moved a heavy dresser in front of Misty basically one-handed in one smooth motion. She threw a blanket over it, jumped on it with legs spread and slid down to Misty’s eagerly waiting tongue. The decibels dropped to about eighty, thankfully. Tawna was fully arching her back and struggling to breathe. I began to thrust harder into Misty, creating waves that not only made visible butt quakes but also traveled up her back. I think I even heard Tawna say she could feel the vibrations in her pussy. She certainly said something, but over Misty, who knew what.

Unbelievably, Misty got even louder. She was trying to muffle herself as much as she could with her face fully buried between Tawna’s lips, screaming into her vagina while Tawna squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could. A fine mist began to obscure her face and Tawna’s groin and gradually spread out in all directions from there. I was experiencing another misty. I had wondered if there was a vaginal equivalent. Tawna had the white gold to do it. I struggled to pound Misty’s ass any faster or harder. I began to worry about the structural integrity of the building around us. Images of every piece of glass in a half mile radius shattering, drywall falling from the ceiling, walls leaning ominously inward on the verge of collapse. Hiroshima without the radioactivity. Mistivity instead. Tawna was profusely sweating, holding her legs together and having long intense orgasms.

It came to me then that the girls were basically twins. Did Misty have an “On” switch? One way to find out. I started to work the spot and her body began to look like she was having an epileptic seizure. Her pussy almost ripped my cock off my body. The volume stopped shortly after. I collapsed backward onto the bed.

It was difficult to see Tawna through the mist. “Tawna?” I called, and heard her groan.

Misty twitched a little, ominously similar to the Terminator before rebooting and killing the last human survivor. I began to realize that either of them may actually have been fucking cyborgs and I had accidentally found a flesh-covered switch. Twins? More like cyborgs off the same assembly line. If cyborgs were serially sequenced which of these was Six of Nine? And was Seven of Nine a better model or worse? I also quickly realized that resistance was futile. If I had been assimilated maybe it wasn’t as bad as portrayed in the movies and TV. Hollywood was known for exaggerating things after all.

 

I later found out that Misty had held the Australian freediving record for several years, which required big lungs and good breathing control, as well as having studied opera at the Sydney Conservatorium. I didn’t know much about opera. I knew a diva was a female opera singer featured in solos. I could imagine Misty dropping out of the opera because she enjoyed threesomes better than solos. She definitely had the lung volume to be a diva, although nothing about her being a “diva” would have applied to her the way the word was used with Mariah Carey. She definitely didn’t mind getting dirty between us, on us, below us, behind us…

I also came to understand that discovering her misty talent was only a matter of time and/or desperation. I also ordered a flight headset. Since Tawna already had her own pair, having mine would save our hearing and possibly permit us to talk while fucking with Misty. Not fucking Misty did not seem to be possible at all.

I had an image in mind of two beautiful she-devils sitting on my shoulders. One saying “fuck her,” the other saying “fuck her,” and then looking at each other and saying in unison “FUCK US BOTH!” High-fiving each other, kissing and starting to play with each other’s she-devil pussy, then together winking and motioning for me to join them as they lay one atop the other with their pussys in full view and their devil tails becoming strobing directional arrows pointing alternately at each of their pussys. Man, they were good at being seductive.

If that was hell, why would anyone want to go to heaven? Other than to save their hearing of course—I was unaware of any earsplitting harp music. At least with Misty she didn’t add to the cleaning requirements Tawna and I already had. It also occurred to me that fucking the girls on scuba gear could be an option. I then began to worry that Misty’s tone could be the sexual call of a sperm whale. I wasn’t sure if they would be able to aim well enough to not fuck me instead. Given a whale’s penis was somewhere between eight and ten feet in length and fifteen to eighteen inches in diameter, even if it was off by a foot or ten I could still have a five-gallon bucket of cum thrown at me. If I didn’t want a human penis inserted in my ass a whale’s cock was absolutely out of the question.

I also needed to talk to an engineer about the effect of noise on structures.

I had already ruled out anechoic wall panels because they weren’t “water”proof.

 

I was at the mailbox a couple of days later collecting our mail. Two neighbors were outside getting theirs and talking.

“What the fuck was that noise the other morning?”

“You couldn’t help but hear it. It seemed to be coming from everywhere.”

“It was like a bunch of leaf blowers all turned on at once. I wonder if there’s a recall on some models?” one said, seriously thinking about what could cause that much noise.

“Maybe they opened a new airport in town for cargo planes?” the other questioned.

“I looked on the internet and couldn’t find anything,” the first reported.

“Damian? Did you hear that noise?”

“Nope,” I replied. I heard Misty being Misty. They probably wouldn’t call it noise if they knew Misty like I knew Misty either.

One neighbor looked at the other, shocked. “He must be fucking deaf.”

“Not yet,” I thought. I laughed silently and went back inside.

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Absolutely insecurity. If I'm not giving you everything you need, that's either a limitation of me, or I'm not trying hard enough.

Either way, I'm probably not the person for you and vice versa.

I'm glad we had the time we did if so.

— Question 4 —

>Do you follow any sports closely?

— — —

I woke up the next morning and reached for Tawna. Her part of the bed was sadly empty. I could hear her and Misty from the kitchen. I put on a pair of shorts and walked down the hall. They were sitting on opposite sides of the island. Tawna was naked and Misty was wearing a silky light green cami-tap set. Both of them immediately saw my morning wood despite my minimal effort to obscure it.

Tawna stepped toward me, reached for my hands as I got closer and kissed me passionately. Our hands were crossed between us. She quickly spun a hundred and eighty degrees in my hands and backed her ass into my crotch hard, her legs on both sides of my stiff cock in its clothed hell. She squeezed her legs together moving forward, pulling my shorts with her as her butt cheeks pulled them forward until my cock sprang free, bounced once off her ass and slid into her pussy. She slid back and forth three times and I came. Not even the fastest she had made me cum. She quickly slid off my cock, turned and smiled sweetly at me and continued her conversation with Misty.

Misty was still looking at my hard, slowly, shrinking cock, licking her lips and swallowing forcefully. Cum still flowed from the head like a sprinkler ending its watering schedule, some almost hitting the countertop as Misty desperately moved to catch it though unable to reach far enough. My cock finally subsided enough that it no longer cleared the counter. Misty’s right hand was no longer above the counter either, and she appeared to be playing a rocking one-handed air guitar solo to something like Queen’s Stone Cold Crazy. Tawna had been talking the whole time without either Misty or me managing a word.

Tawna noticed Misty rubbing her clit. She casually picked her up by the waist, placed her on the countertop and removed her tap bottom in one motion. She began licking her clit and finger-fucking her to orgasm in record time. Neither Misty nor I had said a word yet—well, no intelligible words anyway. Misty was definitely not a quiet cummer. Tawna picked Misty up again and sat her back on the stool.

She looked at both of us, unable to speak, and sternly informed us, “Just because you two won’t fuck each other doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck you both!” then added sweetly, “What would you like for breakfast?” She alternated questioning looks between us.

We both said in unison, “You’re enough.”

Shocked that we had both thought and said the same thing, all three of us laughed. Tawna had a way of making everyone comfortable.

The three of us walked out onto the pool deck with Tawna holding both our hands. She released them near the deck chairs and continued toward the pool. She dove in and began her daily laps. I lay back, finally relaxing a little. The sun’s warmth felt good on my bare skin. Misty also turned to lie back on her lounger. She realized she was still wearing her cami.

She leaned forward. “I guess I really don’t need this right now,” she said, removing it and lying back.

We were each lying back in opposite directions.

“How long have you known Tawna?” I asked.

“Since we were six. We were in swim class together,” Misty replied.

“So you’re a swimmer too?”

“Yup, not good enough to beat Tawna though. She looks like she could still qualify.”

“Qualify for what?” I asked.

“For the Olympics,” Misty replied.

“Still?” I asked.

Misty opened her eyes and leaned forward. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Typical of her,” Misty said, lying back.

“I know she has friends that are Olympic athletes,” I said, remembering Jenna and Jayden and her talking about being at the Olympics.

“That was all she told you?” Misty asked, looking puzzled. “She swam in the 2012 through 2020 Olympics,” Misty told me.

I began to do the math—shit, I hoped it wouldn’t go south like the day before. “She qualified for three Olympics?”

“Actually four. I forgot about the ’04 games,” Misty corrected herself.

“What happened in 2008?”

“You don’t know about the plane crash?” Misty asked.

I bolted upright.

“No,” I said uneasily, wanting to hear more but already dreading it.

“Typical of her. Her father and brother were killed in a plane crash,” Misty began. “She was supposed to fly them to a remote site to deliver medical supplies but couldn’t because she was training. They chartered a plane and went anyway. The NTSB determined the pilot wasn’t fully qualified to fly that type of aircraft and because of the weather he made some critical errors. They had chartered that type of plane in case she could make it last minute and fly them herself. She was rated for it and had hundreds of hours in it. They had flown so many missions together as a family all over the world.”

Tawna stepped out of the pool at that moment. I jumped up and ran to her, grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her tightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

Surprised, Tawna asked, “About?” then saw Misty. “You told him?”

“You DIDN’T?” Misty retorted.

“It never really came up,” Tawna attempted to evade.

“You found ways to make it never come up, like usual,” Misty shot back.

Tawna smiled a little. “It makes me uncomfortable and others even more so.”

I grabbed her shoulders and looked at her.

“I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. I’ve been so fortunate and I didn’t want you to feel differently about me,” Tawna said, looking at me.

“I only love you even more. And you’re an Olympian?”

Tawna snapped a sharp look at Misty. “Misty!”

Misty shrugged. “How would I know you were this mystery woman with him. I didn’t know he didn’t know.”

Tawna moved out of my hold toward a third lounge chair. “It’s not important anymore anyway.”

“Maybe not, but it is part of you. You should be proud of it,” Misty replied.

Misty got up and walked toward the pool. “Mind if I do some laps?”

“Nope, go for it.”

I looked at Tawna’s beautiful angel blue eyes. “Tawna, why?”

“You know I don’t like attention, good or bad,” Tawna said humbly.

“Yeah, but…” I said as she reached for my cock and I moved away.

“See? Now you think I’m this breakable thing that needs to be protected. I can still kick your ass in a fight.” She came at me quickly, smiling confidently, and put me into a jiu-jitsu mount.

Misty noticed what appeared to be Tawna and me in position about to fuck with her on top. She stopped her swim at the edge of the pool and looked at us.

“Mind if I watch?” Misty asked.

“Be happier if you joined,” Tawna replied.

“What the hell, after breakfast,” Misty acquiesced, climbing out of the pool dripping and glistening and walking over to straddle my face.

Tawna looked down at me. “Submit?”

“Do I have a choice?” I asked.

“No!” Both girls said in unison.

Misty added, “Does anyone ever really have a choice with Tawna? Other than what position of course.”

Misty lowered her dripping lips onto my tongue while Tawna slipped my dick into her still-damp pussy. Tawna and Misty were facing each other with my bits in their bits. I could hear them kissing passionately which made my cock super hard while they played with each other’s nipples and clits. Misty even appeared to know about Tawna’s special spot—the spot at the top of her beautiful butt’s cleavage. Tawna said it felt similar to when you needed your back scratched and couldn’t reach it, except when you finally found something to scratch it it felt so good. It made ALL her nerves tingle. I called it her “On” button. Misty was turning her on, literally. Tawna was about to blow. Misty had evidently done that with Tawna before because she went into overdrive, both on my face and on Tawna’s clit. Tawna suddenly groaned deeply and her pussy began convulsing on my cock. Her white gold began to flow out and through the deck chair. Misty reached under the lounger with both hands cupped, catching it. She leaned back and ladled it into her mouth and over her breasts and stomach.

“I really would like some of that,” she said, looking at my cock.

Tawna lifted herself off my cock and switched places with her.

Misty stood straddling my cock and looked down at me, smiling softly, almost apologetically. “Would you mind?”

“After breakfast? It was inevitable anyway,” I said.

“Yes she is,” Misty agreed as both took their seats with my parts inside them.

Please keep in mind how many pussys I’d fucked. Thousands. Including all the times Tawna and I had fucked, maybe even tens of thousands—almost two years total, with six months of that being three events a day, seven days a week—although only ten strokes, still technically a fuck, the “autograph signings” after the event, which were quick fucks with audience members, the monthly Club meetings for six to seven hours with about fifteen minutes average per woman, and the random hookups. Yet every pussy felt different. These two women—who were essentially twins, except for hair and eye color—their pussys were as different as any I’d ever felt. Tawna moved off my face and onto my stomach toward Misty, kissing her and rubbing her clit rapidly, sliding a finger inside her vagina with my cock still moving in and out of Misty. She was basically rubbing Misty’s clit from inside her vagina and outside while I fucked her. Misty started getting louder and closed her eyes tightly. Tawna repositioned behind her, still fingering her clit with one hand and hugging her tightly with the other.

“Cum my sister, cum,” Tawna whispered in her ear as her arm wrapped tightly across Misty’s breasts and up the side of her neck like an anaconda, squeezing Misty hard into her own body.

I felt her pussy begin to convulse. Tawna pushed her slightly forward on my cock and stuck her finger in Misty’s ass. Misty screamed very loudly for twenty to thirty seconds and her pussy became uncontrollable. She finally collapsed on my chest. All three of us with arms around the others.

I looked up and saw a neighbor watching us from his balcony. A couple of others were looking toward the street, worried about something.

One shouted into the air, “FIX YOUR FUCKING CAR ALARM!”

I nudged the girls and motioned to the man staring at us. We all waved in unison. He shook his head and went back inside.

“At least I’m not the one with the giraffe fetish!” I yelled, then added, “Pervert.”

Both girls looked at me questioningly.

“Long story,” I said, shaking my head disgustedly.

Tawna reached into her towel next to the lounger and pulled out a twenty-four-inch double-headed dildo and held it up.

“Wait until he sees us use this!” she said, laughing and smiling devilishly.

Misty stood up, slid out from between us and moved to the lounger next to ours. She lay back with her legs spread as wide as possible into splits.

“I’ll give it a go. Who wants to do it with me?” She looked at me.

I held up both hands palms out. “I’m out.”

“Pussy!” Misty chided, laughing. “Nice cock but still a pussy.”

“La Maestra will work her magic with you,” I said, bowing and introducing Tawna with a flourish.

Tawna lay on the lounger below Misty with their pussys aimed at each other and legs overlapping. She began to slide the dildo into her own pussy about halfway and then began feeding it into Misty’s patiently waiting pussy—Misty’s legs still spread one eighty apart.

“This feels like the one…” Misty started.

“It is,” Tawna cut her short. “Wait until you see the new one I just ordered. I was specifically thinking of you when I bought it,” she said lustily.

The dildo slowly disappeared until their pussys and clits were in contact. And what a beautiful contact it was. Each woman’s inner lips grasping the dildo tightly as it appeared and disappeared into both their vaginas. A large snake being consumed as fully as a snake consumed a mouse. They were truly magicians. Misty began to get loud again.

“You may want to put something in her mouth before the neighbors call the police,” Tawna said, lightly touching my cock with her index finger and pointing in the direction of Misty’s mouth.

I had been so mesmerized by those two women. “Right, right, cock, mouth,” I mumbled, dazed, as I approached Misty’s side of the lounger. She reached for my cock and rubbed it with a strong grip.

Misty feigned helplessness. “I’m not sure this will fit.”

Tawna wasn’t buying it. “If I can do it, you can do it. Don’t forget what I’ve seen you swallow!”

Misty held her finger to her lips. “Shh, you’ll ruin my image with Damian as a proper lady—if it’s not already completely destroyed.” She looked up at me, batting her dark eyelashes and smiling coyly. “I hope this tastes as good as it looks,” she said, and began to slowly suck my cock into her mouth.

“Every big bit of it, every big bit…” Tawna happily informed her.

Misty snorted through her nose and began to choke on my cock, pulling it out quickly and laughing. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Sorry Misty,” Tawna said sincerely.

Misty reinserted my cock, swallowed the rest of it and rocked her head back and forth. Her tongue was doing shit I can’t describe but it was very, very effective.

Tawna was grinding on the dildo and working Misty’s clit. “Too much chit chat. Focus people! Damian, stand directly over her mouth and stuff her mouth as full as you can.”

“Are you sure?” I asked uncertain.

Misty nodded her agreement and I put every inch I could of my cock into her mouth.

“When you’re all the way in, squeeze her head with your thighs tight so she can’t move it,” Tawna said urgently.

I was definitely not sure about that part. “Are you sure you’re sure?”

Misty nodded again.

Tawna slapped my back hard. “Do it! We’re almost there. Hurry!”

I pushed whatever of my cock that wasn’t already in Misty’s mouth into it and squeezed my thighs together tightly, becoming a mandana for Misty. Dog I only hoped I wasn’t going to kill her.

“All in?” Tawna asked raggedly.

I nodded and gave a thumbs up over my shoulder. Tawna hit Misty’s clit rapidly and Misty was screaming except my cock was completely filling her mouth and acting like a muffler. The vibrations were like none I’d ever felt. My cock, balls, upper thighs and lower torso were all resonating. I was gonna blow.

“Sorry Misty, I wish we’d had more time together,” I thought.

As soon as I began to cum a fine spray came out of Misty’s mouth. It was almost like a mist cloud surrounding us. Mist… Misty… I immediately turned to look at Tawna with a surprised look. She must have seen the thought in my head.

“Now you know why we call her Misty,” Tawna said, finishing her own orgasm. “Her real name’s Sheila. She hates it.”

Fuck me. Sheila—uh, Misty—slid out from under my cock and sat up, smiling broadly at Tawna. They high-fived each other over my still-reeling, confused head.

“Nice misty, Misty!” Tawna said happily.

Misty, still swallowing hard, said, “I can’t do it myself. Believe me I’ve tried and absolutely cannot.” She looked at me. “Your cock fits perfectly in my mouth.” Then looked at Tawna while licking and smacking her lips. “You’re right Tawna, there is a spicy tang to it.”

I snapped a look at Tawna.

Tawna shrugged. “You know girls talk to each other about boys’ things.”

After the cum mist had cleared I saw a couple of men watching from their balconies. I waved like “come over.”

Tawna rabbit-punched me hard in the back and said softly, “What if they come over?”

“One of you two will have to fuck them. I don’t do men,” I replied flatly as I stood and swung my leg over Tawna’s head. She took the opportunity to kiss my dick and balls as they passed, whispering “thank you for cumming, please please please cum again very soon” to my package and waving goodbye as I walked away.

“Nice guy. And a really nice big dick,” Misty said calmly. “You’ve always been a lucky girl.”

Tawna nodded. “Let’s jump in the pool and clean off.”

“How long have you been together?” Misty asked.

“Not long enough,” Tawna replied, diving into the pool.

 

At dinner later I asked, “Why don’t you like your real name?”

“It’s like an American naming their baby daughter ‘Girl’,” Misty replied. “It’s not heaps creative. As you may have noticed, I can be very, very creative,” she said, looking me seductively in the eyes, winking and then quickly looking away to her meal.

“How did you discover that… technique?” I asked, unsure of what else to call what I had witnessed and experienced earlier.

“Have you heard me?” Misty replied incredulously, looking at me and shrugging. “People thought I was a broken car alarm fucking going off today!” She shook her head. “Both men and women have used anything available to stuff in my mouth when I cum. It was bound to happen at some point.”

Tawna and I nodded and chuckled.

“They at least got the ‘fucking going off’ part right,” I added, trying to help diffuse her embarrassment.

Misty and Tawna both grabbed my arms and shook their heads in agreement.

“I really enjoyed and NEEDED today. You two are so sweet to let me stay with you,” she paused then looked at Tawna. “And you my sister, for your generosity in sharing everything as usual. You are my soulsister.”

Tawna reached across the table to hold her hands, her eyes welling with tears. Hell, I was about to bawl.

Tawna stood up and went to Misty’s side of the table with arms outstretched. “Aw, Misty, thank you so much for always being there for me as well. You too are my soulest of sisters,” as they hugged each other tightly.

“How could this get any better?” Tawna asked as they stopped hugging, separated still holding hands and looking at each other. Both slowly turned to look at me. I suddenly felt like a steaming hot turkey on a platter with two she-wolves looking at it—smacking their lips. I realized happily that it was going to be a very long night. I also realized that the place really did need to be hosed down anyway.

“Tear me to shreds girls, but please leave the smile when you’re done,” I thought.

---

I’d rather be doing it than watching it. I find myself wanting to be too hands on to be a spectator. I'd rather being hiking, climbing or pretty much anything outdoors.

— Question 11 —

>Is passion a fire that burns out or an engine that sustains?

— — —

A few minutes later the door opened and Tawna entered, holding her friend’s hand and ushering her into the living room. Her friend walked in from the darker foyer. The lights hit her face and—boom—I had a whole different problem. She had long straight black hair, bright green eyes, and was a mirror image of Tawna.

“Damian, I’d like you to meet Misty. She’s a friend from way back.”

I stumbled forward to shake her hand. “Hi Misty, how are you?”

“I’m bloody famished,” Misty said. She turned to Tawna. “Where’s the shit house?”

Tawna pointed down the hallway. “At the end of that hallway.”

Misty walked away and closed the door. Immediately Tawna told me she was visiting from Australia, that they were friends growing up, that she wouldn’t be there for very long, and then she looked deeply into my eyes and told me how much she loved me. I was having a hard time not collapsing. It had been such a fucked up day and to hear her say that was both a relief and too much. I held her tightly, lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we were both silent, holding each other tightly with our eyes locked.

Misty walked out of the bathroom and saw us.

She stopped quickly. “Crikey, do you two need some privacy?”

I lowered Tawna to the floor and she walked to Misty. “Don’t be silly. We’re just happy to see each other,” Tawna said, leading Misty to the guest bedroom.

“I wish a man had ever been that happy to see me,” Misty said. Tawna opened the door and they both went in. “How long have you been gone?”

“Four or five hours.”

“Four or five HOURS?” Misty repeated, incredulous. “I thought you just got back after months.”

“It only seems that way when we’re apart.”

“Does he feel the same way?”

“I think so. I HOPE so. He is the man of my dreams.”

“You’ve always been a lucky girl. How’s he in the sack?”

“Again, my dreams have COME true. Emphasis on cum.”

They both laughed loudly and the rest I didn’t want to listen to. I wasn’t an eavesdropper, but I was glad I’d heard that. Tawna was still mine to serve and please. I had to find a way. The thought of losing her was way too painful and that was just for one day. I suddenly couldn’t help but keep listening.

“This bloody g-string is about to slice my bits,” Misty said loudly. “Mind if I strip off?”

“Please,” Tawna replied.

“I’m used to walking around in my undies back home. Do either of you mind?”

“Not at all. Don’t be surprised if we’re naked also.”

“Goin’ like koalas?” Misty asked.

Tawna laughed. “That may happen too, but we don’t usually wear anything at home.”

“Mind if I perv his donger?” Misty asked.

“Please. It’s worth a look.”

Misty was silent for a moment. “Probably not a good idea. I’m a bit randy. It’s been a few months since I’ve had a naughty.”

“My sweet sweet Misty!” Tawna said softly.

Things got way too quiet and the door closed. I couldn’t hear anything and for the first time in my life I wanted to hear everything.

An hour later the door opened and I heard one of the rolling chairs moving down the hallway. I looked up and Tawna was naked and smiling proudly as she pushed Misty in the chair. Misty was completely covered by a sheet except for her head. Tawna wheeled her in front of me facing me and asked me to stand up. I did. She stepped behind me, wrapped her arms around me and hummed happily. She quickly pulled my shorts down while stepping forward.

“Misty, I would like to introduce Damian’s penis into you,” she said, bending down and quickly sucking my cock a few times. She then looked at me and ripped the sheet off Misty, who was smiling brightly. “Damian, I would like to introduce you into Misty’s vagina.” Misty was completely naked sitting cross-legged with a freshly waxed pussy. Tawna moved behind Misty’s chair and pushed her face as close to my cock as possible. Then she moved behind me and hip-thrust forward. My cock hit Misty in the face.

Was I still in scenario hell? My mind was racing. Was I about to crash into a truck? Wake up. Wake up!

Tawna pulled close and whispered, “She needs a good man to fuck her. Fuck her like you do me or maybe even rougher. She likes it a bit rough.”

I was still paralyzed. A hundred percent positive I was about to wake up right before impact. Tawna stepped to the side and looked at both of us and shook her head.

“Dog damn it! Do I have to fuck both of you!” Tawna moved forward rubbing my cock to its throbbing best.

She looked at Misty. “Fuck him!”

I don’t think I could have even though I wanted to. I couldn’t move. Suddenly Tawna pushed Misty’s chair away from me and stepped between us. She quickly inserted my cock into her pussy from behind and began grinding on it while she pulled Misty’s chair forward and bent down to finger her and rub Misty’s exposed clit.

“Do I have to do everybody?” Tawna asked.

It was not a dream. I knew that pussy. I came out of my stupor enough and grabbed Tawna’s waist, deeply thrusting with each stroke. I knew her pussy. I loved her pussy. Tawna stopped fucking me and playing with Misty and stood to the side after she made sure both of us were appropriately ready to fuck. Although I had fucked thousands of pussys in front of Tawna, this was one of her oldest friends.

I remembered Tawna saying, “Don’t fuck my friends—even when I tell you to fuck my friends!”

Something was wrong. My heart said no and my cock was doing its own thing. Tawna finally stepped between us and bent over to talk with Misty. After a few moments she stepped to the side and asked Misty to stand, which she did immediately.

“Would you like to fuck Damian?” Tawna asked her.

Misty nodded, smiling.

“Damian, would you like to fuck Misty?” Tawna looked at me.

I nodded nervously.

“By the power vested in me by the state of emergency, you may now begin fucking each other,” she said, moving her hands in a crossing manner.

My cock was moving more than I was. Misty wasn’t moving either though. After several seconds Tawna shook her head and pushed the chair away from behind Misty. She stepped behind her, picked her up with both hands and launched her at me. Misty and I grabbed each other instinctively while Tawna bent over and lifted Misty up enough to grab and point my cock at her pussy. She pushed Misty down on my cock and walked away shaking her head.

“I’ve done everything I possibly can. My hands are clean,” she said, slapping her hands together twice.

Misty was the first to speak. “Well, this is a bit awkward, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“Your cock is quite nice,” Misty said, wiggling her ass around on my cock.

“Thank you. I’ll put you down.”

“No worries. I’m quite comfortable here actually,” she said, wiggling her ass more and laughing.

She could have been Tawna’s twin sister. Why couldn’t I move? Tawna wanted me to fuck her.

Misty’s sparkling green eyes looked into mine. “You love her very much, don’t you?”

“Even more than I thought.”

“She’s always been a lucky girl. You can put me down now.”

I lowered her until she could stand. She started toward the guest room and looked back. “Pity we couldn’t have a go. Your cock is really quite impressive.”

“Thank you, Misty. I hope you sleep well.”

“No worries. I brought my vibe. I call him Bob. Bob’s goin’ down under tonight for certain,” she said, turning into the guest room and closing the door.

Tawna was lying on her side in bed looking out the window when I entered our bedroom.

“D’you fuck her?” Tawna asked.

“Nope.”

She rolled over to look at me. “Why not? She’s pretty and I want you to fuck her.” Then pleadingly, “She needs a good fuck. Her ex-husband was an ass.”

“I had a very bad day.”

“Even more important then,” Tawna quickly replied.

I began to tell her about my day and how I was worried I was losing her.

“Oh my Dog, Damian I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” Tawna said, hugging me tightly.

“I need to sleep,” I said tiredly, turning to put out the light.

“Damian, please get me a glass of water,” Tawna asked.

“Do you want ice?” I asked, getting out of bed.

She stood up on the bed. “Before you go, I want you to look at something.”

I turned as she turned and bent over. Her pussy right in my face.

“Is that what you were looking for?” she asked as she reached for my quickly rising cock and sucked it upside down.

I had no reply. The woman was everything to me. I stood looking at her ass and vagina right in my face. It was a whole different perspective—not so much of her beautiful ass and pussy themselves, though they composed a picture more a work of art than the Mona Lisa. The view was different in how much she meant to me. I dove on that pussy with gusto. It turned out it was a better way to eat pussy after all.

A little later Tawna stopped sucking my cock. “What’s that? Do you hear that noise?”

“Bob,” I replied, slightly tongue-tied.

“Right,” Tawna said, going back to sucking my cock.

After twenty minutes Misty was obviously not a quiet cummer. I was glad she found some relief at least. Tawna and I were spooning comfortably in bed and my world was back to normal.

Sweet dreams, my queen.

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Are they really that different?

I think so.

I can keep embers burning for years by carefully nurturing and feeding them. If I over rev an engine, I can blow a rod. If I don't maintain the engine, I can rebuild it just like building a new fire. Neither are the same as the original.

But by giving what each of them need, attention and fuel, I can make an ember into a bonfire or a timed spark propel us to the heights of our imagination.

— Question 21 —

>Are you a fan of spicy food?

— — —

Somewhere along the course of any relationship people get bored. They get lazy. They get in easy ruts that could be hard to get out of. So too for me, my Queen Tawna, and Tommy Lee. Tawna was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid, eyes or no eyes. If I had no eyes at all her body would have been instantly recognizable and exciting to the touch. At our work, variation only came with sex with other judges—otherwise it was compliance testing and occasional depth gauging. Who knew fucking for a living could be boring?

Tawna was beautiful, sexy, smart, creative, funny, loving, inventive, unlimited, open, supportive, and I’m only thinking off the top of my big head. Still, we developed habits. We didn’t fuck each other as much at work anymore and at home it dropped to only two to three times a day. A guy came to the Wheel one day hawking a program he said could reinvigorate relationships or keep them burning. Maybe we had run our course, but I was willing to do anything. I downloaded the app “Sex Positions” and opened it. It had instructions and pics for about five hundred positions. Many we had already done nearly to death—most I had seen or heard of. It had some that would definitely be only achievable with Tawna. One named Fountain of Youth seemed pretty easy and a little unique.

The instructions read: “The woman stands on a raised solid surface and bends over to grab her ankles. The man stands on the floor behind her and has easy access to her pussy and ass from behind. While she is bent over the man presents his penis to her between her calves for her to suck on.”

Tawna had gotten into bent-over standing many times. Her ass and pussy were beautiful. At work she was nearly always in that position, standing on my feet. This was different. Her beautiful things would be at eye level. I’d never thought of it before. Works of art are usually mounted at eye level. The Mona Lisa would never be mounted on a desk. Although she probably was at some point during the creation of the painting. It would be a whole different view of her beautiful ass and pussy. Plus she was mostly bent over anyway. I crunched the numbers. Literally—I wrote some measurements down on a piece of paper, got confused and crunched the piece of paper into a ball and threw it in the trash. No wonder nerds and accountants never get laid.

Time to fly like a bird. I was going to wing it. I got some aerobic steps, sixty of them, and realized when they arrived that I could do Fountain of Youth with a tall giraffe. I wasn’t sure if some giraffes were taller than others, but for that to have worked the giraffe’s pussy would have needed to be twenty feet above the floor. Sorry—backwards—the giraffe would be able to do it to me if I were twenty feet tall. I’d heard they had very flexible tongues. I’d also heard they wrapped their tongues around tree branches and stripped all the leaves off in one pull. Ouch. I needed a new plan and an engineer. I did not want my branch stripped. Tawna was tall and standing on something tall enough to bring her pussy to eye and mouth level limited us to the living room. It had twenty-foot-tall ceilings. Huh—maybe that giraffe idea wasn’t that crazy after all...

I needed Tawna to get back on a more frequent fuck schedule with me. Yikes. Fucking a giraffe in the living room. Maybe we did live in the right neighborhood after all. I needed to talk to some of the neighbors. See if any had white rocks in their yards or pineapples. What color would someone use if they were giraffe swappers? I have TOTALLY wandered off the topic—Tawna’s pussy. Face need. Simple. Keep it simple and something else. I’ll google it later.

Have you ever looked on Angie or Craigslist for someone to help you with a project around your house? My ad started “I need a platform built so my girlfriend’s pussy is mouth level, but I also need her to be able to suck my cock between her calves and ankles when she’s bent over folded like a taco.” For some reason it was rejected. Fuck. Fucking differently really was hard.

I continued my quest for my queen’s pussy on a pedestal. I spoke with friends and friends of friends and some sketchy people and a really sketchy dude named Lorenzo. His last name wasn’t Lamas, but if I had llamas I would watch them closely around that guy.

I finally realized that all I had to do was ask her to stand on things of different heights in order to see her pussy differently. What girl wouldn’t understand that? Ding! Light bulb. Bolt of lightning.

I would take her to a hotel with tall ceilings and have it decorated fitting for my Queen. I would bring her into her chambers after a day at the spa and promenade her around the room until stopping in front of a pedestal. I would lift her up and place her on said pedestal. Strip her naked, bend her over, flip her around and lick her pussy while she sucked my cock. Like I said earlier—men are disgusting. Unique is difficult.

I went back to the app. Maybe something with less math would be better. She always gravitated to the impossible-for-others-to-do things.

We’d mile-highed so much we might have been classified as Martians. Flight attendants saw us heading for the bathroom and whispered “We’ll redirect to the other heads for you. Have a good time!” One good thing about airline bathrooms was they were almost totally stainless steel and easy to clean. We’d quarter-miled across the US, Canada and Australia. Skydiving? Sudden stops were fatal and not even orgasmic. Ziplining didn’t work either. I couldn’t find a single zipline operator that offered a zipsex option or something similar.

I needed to go big or lose Tawna. Tawna had lots of friends. Mostly women, and all but two nearly as perfect as her. I had never fucked any of her friends and had never even tried. I had certainly thought about all of them, but always with Tawna. She had always been the focus of my attention and affection—even in fantasies. Tawna and I didn’t have locks on our phones. We had always shared everything and everyone. I had never once thought of looking at her phone until then. I needed to talk to her friends. Delve deeper into what her deepest desires were. I had no idea what “The Rules” were, but the first one for men should be: WOMEN TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING WITH EACH OTHER. Especially concerning their boyfriend’s cock.

I had near-fatal concerns about talking with any of her friends behind her back. Seriously, I was driving down the highway imagining how it would play out talking with her besties. I meet her friend for lunch to find something special for Tawna. She dips under the table and begins to give me head. I snapped out of the scenario and saw a semi fifty feet away. Evidently reflexes are dependent on how close to dying someone is. I swerved back in time to only have the rear bumper removed. I discovered I also couldn’t multitask like Tawna. I pulled over to the side of the road and parked.

I restarted the scenario with a different bestie. I rang her doorbell and told her I would like to find a unique way to have sex with Tawna. The door slammed in my face. I restarted and reworded my request. I rang her doorbell and she opened it smiling seductively wearing nothing. Shit. I went through all of her friends with no more than I started with. Next scenario—I rang the doorbell, her husband opened it and saw me naked at their door. Fade to blackout. For the next scenario my hand quivered slightly as I pushed her button, the door opened and I saw Tawna with her friend, naked. I needed a minute in that scenario—maybe longer.

As I came out of the last scenario and looked around, a highway patrol officer was standing next to my car. She was fucking hot! Oh shit—I was stuck in scenarioland. I shook my head quickly to regroup.

She looked at me sternly the way my mom had after catching me jacking off to a picture of Cindy Crawford for the fifth time that day, except with VERY large boobs, and asked forcefully, “Sir, have you been drinking today?”

My head was spinning from my imaginary scenarios. I said “No, I don’t drink alcohol” as if I was a seventy-eight record being played at thirty-three and a third.

She looked very concerned and began to reach for my arm. “Are you having a medical emergency? Nod twice if yes.”

I shook my head quickly from side to side. She immediately called dispatch declaring a medical emergency. I suddenly flashed out of all of it and tried to open the door and get out of my car. Unfortunately the last scenario had been the most erotic and I was sporting an enormous hard-on. When I turned to step out, my cock got wedged between the spokes of the steering wheel, tearing my shorts and exposing my hard-on. Fuck—it seemed like I was stuck in an eighties porn movie. I collapsed back in the seat, feeling certain I was going to be arrested or start hearing “brown chicken brown cow” porn-style music as the officer got naked and fucked me.

The officer looked at my cock, then at me, and said, “It looks like you’ve had a very HARD day, sir. Please be sure and discharge that safely at home!” She pointed at my cock, handed me her card, made the hand gesture of holding a phone to her ear and mouthed “call me.”

I heard her cancel the medical emergency as she walked away.

My Dog—surprising someone could be excruciatingly painful. I returned home and got naked as usual. I was resting dejectedly on the couch with images of my queen flipping me off as she walked away for good. I was fucking losing it and her. My phone rang and it was Tawna. That was it. We never called each other on the phone unless it was serious. She was calling to say goodbye. At least it wasn’t a text “FU.” I answered “Yes my queen.” She was calling to ask me to put some food on because she was bringing a friend over. “Food” was our code for “clothes” and THE most common reason we called each other was to warn each other about “food.”

I was happily her servant for another day.

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More so than very sweet things—except you—but you also can make me burn as much as any ghost pepper.

“I don’t think you will,” someone said, and I saw Dan’s feet dangling at the edge of the picture. “One fucking asshole can ruin shit for everyone!”

“Sorry guys,” Tawna said, pulling down her skirt and top and flushing the toilet. “Maybe another time.”

“What a jackass!” Sabrina said in the background.

I came around the corner just in time to see Dan get choked out by a very muscled guy who looked to be about three hundred pounds of pissed-off muscle, surrounded by a throng of angry men.

“You fucking little prick!” the big guy said to Dan.

I wanted to tell him how accurate he was, but I saw Tawna and Sabrina come around the corner. Both looked slightly concerned until they saw me coming down the aisle.

“Let’s get out of here before it gets worse,” I said, clearing a path for them down the now-filled aisle as others heard the commotion and came to see what was going on.

We made it out of the store without much hassle as a couple of police cruisers with lights on started to appear in the distance.

“Follow us!” Tawna said to Sabrina as we got to our cars.

I wasn’t sure if we had broken any laws but I really didn’t want to find out. I drove to a grocery store parking lot a couple miles away and parked. Sabrina had been following and pulled up next to us.

“What the hell happened?” Sabrina asked.

“There’s always one asshole in every crowd,” Tawna said, looking past me at Sabrina.

“I was just getting into a rhythm too!” Sabrina said, slamming both hands into her steering wheel.

“Do you mind fucking Sabrina?” Tawna asked me quietly.

“Me? You’re asking me?” I said, somewhat shocked that Tawna would even ask such a silly question.

“Do you want to come over to our house?” Tawna offered. “You can fuck Damian or just rip off a few here until people complain. I know it’s maybe not what you were expecting, but he’s pretty good. You’re a WeFuckUs Club member, right?”

“Yeah, G4378,” Sabrina said, smiling. “I don’t think you and I have eaten each other out, but I love pussy although I’m definitely more of a cock hound.”

“Have you fucked Damian before?” Tawna asked.

“Not as much as I would like to, but we did it a few times at meetings,” Sabrina said.

“It’s still early. Do you want to join us?” Tawna asked.

“As long as I can update my Facebook page with a picture of Damian’s cock in my pussy, I’m in!” Sabrina said enthusiastically.

“I’m not sure they’ll leave it up, but you can certainly take the picture,” Tawna said, laughing. “Or I can take it while you two fuck.”

“You have Sabrina’s number,” I said to Tawna. “Text her the address in case we get separated on the way home.”

It seemed like we saw every cop car in town on the road home. Maybe I was being over-sensitive to their presence but they were all driving somewhere and not just sitting in their usual speed traps. We got home uneventfully and waited with the garage door open for Sabrina. We all went inside and the girls sat at the kitchen island while I made some snacks.

“You two must be hungry after all the activity you’ve had today,” I said, smiling.

“Oh my Dog!” Sabrina said excitedly. “That was so much fun until that guy ruined it for everyone.”

“Yeah, what was up with him?” Tawna asked. “Why did you want us to get his phone number?”

“When I brought you two the phone holders he thought I was trying to cut line. Out of all the guys waiting to fuck you two, he was the only one that said anything. I wanted to call him with my number blocked while we fucked in our bed to show him I wasn’t worried about getting to fuck you the way he had been worried. I didn’t realize he had such a small dick,” I told them.

“How small was his cock?” Sabrina asked.

“His jeans weren’t really baggy, but the head of his cock barely made it past his zipper when he was as hard as he got. That small condom I asked you about just fell off his cock after I put it on,” Tawna said sadly. “I was trying to help the jerk, but then he got angry at me because his cock was so small. Believe me, if I could control the size of guys’ cocks, they would all be about Damian’s size!” Tawna said, laughing.

“His little mind would have probably exploded if he saw you fucking both of us,” Sabrina said, smiling.

“Well, we could always record ourselves fucking and then if any of us happen to run into him again show him the video,” Tawna suggested, smiling.

“I like half of that scenario,” Sabrina said, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t really care if I ever see that guy again. Not only does he have a useless cock, but he’s an asshole. People like that don’t change.”

“Good point,” Tawna said, nodding. “What about the fucking part?”

Sabrina smiled as she stood up and shed her clothing. It seemed like it took forever for her to get naked but it probably didn’t even take a second.

Sabrina turned around after she was naked and Tawna recognized her tramp stamp. “Okay, I remember you now from the Club!”

Sabrina’s tramp stamp was her WeFuckUs Club ID. The G in her ID was bright pink and the rest was a rainbow of colors with filigrees above and below. She was definitely proud of her ID. I wasn’t a big tattoo fan but her ID was pretty and her ass was totally fuckable.

“May I?” Sabrina asked, looking at Tawna while she rubbed my cock through my shorts.

“I’m not sure why you’re asking me,” Tawna said, smiling. “It’s his cock.”

“That’s so true!” Sabrina said, laughing. “But girlfriends and wives always expect you to clear it with them first otherwise you’re ‘a tramp’ or trying to ‘steal their man.’”

“You don’t think Damian and I are that way, do you?” Tawna asked.

“Honestly, outside of the WeFuckUs Club I don’t know that many people that swing,” Sabrina said, shrugging. “I wish I did, but I get my freak on once a month and just go to work at the Dollar Tree. I don’t think there are that many swingers at the Dollar Tree. Although I didn’t even recognize Damian until after I rang up the umpteenth condom and then it dawned on me that this guy must fuck a lot.”

Tawna laughed. “And it wasn’t even Damian that needed the condoms!” Tawna unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor as she pulled her top over her head. “How do you feel about pussy? One that I have control over,” Tawna smiled.

“I love pussy,” Sabrina smiled and stepped into Tawna as they began to mack out.

Sabrina was hot and Tawna was my queen. I enjoyed watching Tawna and Sabrina fuck a bunch of guys because they enjoyed it mostly, but watching Tawna and Sabrina writhe against each other got my cock raging hard. Tawna grabbed Sabrina’s shapely butt cheeks with both hands and lifted her up and tighter to her. Sabrina wrapped her legs around Tawna as they continued to kiss. Tawna looked at me and winked as her right index finger motioned to Sabrina’s ass.

I took a couple of steps toward them and Tawna said, “I assume you would still like to fuck Damian, but my real question is do you want him in your ass or your pussy?”

“Oh my Dog, please don’t make me choose!” Sabrina said, pushing her tits in Tawna’s face.

“You can fuck Damian however you wish for as long as you wish, but he only has one penis,” Tawna said, sucking and licking Sabrina’s nipples and tits. “Do you have a preference for how he fucks you the first of many times?”

“Ass,” Sabrina said, moving her butt back toward me a little as Tawna held her cheeks apart.

The head of my throbbing cock was less than an inch from either. I had anticipated her saying pussy and began to thrust into it.

Her answer surprised me and my cock surprised her. “That’s good too!” Sabrina said, laughing.

I had already pulled out of her pussy before she could finish speaking and was adjusting to fuck her ass.

“DON’T STOP!” Sabrina said adamantly as I pushed my cock into her ass.

I paused. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked, unsure exactly what to do at that moment.

“Sorry, no, don’t stop,” Sabrina said, shifting a little. “Please Dog, don’t stop! Whichever, DON’T STOP!”

Tawna was having a hard time holding onto Sabrina even though she was pretty tightly pressed between us. Tawna was a strong woman but Sabrina seemed to be almost getting the best of her as they kissed. Tawna let go of Sabrina’s ass and reached between Sabrina’s arms and chest with her hands on Sabrina’s shoulders pulling her into Tawna.

Tawna was an awesome kisser. Some women were tight-lip kissers, some were spit-flying-everywhere kissers. Whichever style a woman had while kissing they generally never changed. Tawna sucking a cock was a juicy sucker. Tawna kissing me as we fucked was juicy enough to be fun. Sabrina seemed to be a Saint-Bernard’s-don’t-slobber-enough kisser. I was behind Sabrina and I was getting hit with spit as they kissed. Sabrina was mostly pressed tightly between Tawna and me as we fucked and there was a definite juicy squishiness with each thrust as I pushed Sabrina into Tawna. I didn’t remember Sabrina as a particularly profuse cumer, but there was a reason a cleaning crew came in after Club meetings. I had heard the cleaning crew had a surcharge specifically for the Lesbian room and Tawna only rarely joined them. Maybe a lesbian wearing a bandana was more than just straight up hanky code? Maybe it was to wipe each other down after a vigorous sixty-nine?

Whatever the reason, Sabrina felt good sandwiched between Tawna and me with or without a bandana.

Sabrina stiffened and looked into Tawna’s eyes as her sphincter tightened around my cock. Tawna adjusted a little and Sabrina’s ass took more of my cock.

“Oh my Dog, there was more cock?” Sabrina asked shakily.

I repositioned a little so I could push as much cock into her ass as possible.

“Aaaah, please tell me that’s all of it,” Sabrina said nervously.

Tawna finger-ringed my cock, swelling it even more. Sabrina shuddered.

“THAT’S all of it,” Tawna said, smiling.

“You must have been holding back some at the Club,” Sabrina said after she finished cumming.

Sabrina led me over to the couch. “I wish we were at the Club. We could do this on a TantraChair.”

“We have one in the bedroom,” Tawna told her. “We can move it out here or you can use it in our bedroom.”

“I should have known you two would have your own,” Sabrina smiled. “Which way is the bedroom?”

Tawna took her hand and led her down the hall as I followed. Aside from the TantraChair and wedges and ramps we didn’t have anything sexual out normally. The three dressers were filled with sex toys rather than clothes though.

Sabrina lay on her back on the TantraChair with her feet over the high end. “Sit on my face,” Sabrina almost demanded. “I want to rim you.”

Tawna and I both rimmed each other occasionally. Like anything anal for me, I did it more for Tawna than for myself. Rimming Tawna on the other hand was dangerous because I could easily drown when she came.

I straddled Sabrina’s face and was getting ready to eat her pussy when she said, “Face me please.”

I repositioned so I was facing her and she buried her face between my butt cheeks tongue-fucking my asshole. She reached around from behind and started giving me a hand job. She wasn’t delicate with her tongue. She was really getting into my asshole as she finger-ringed my cock with one hand and rubbed the head with her other. She occasionally moved slightly and sucked on my balls too, but mostly her tongue was in my asshole. Tawna never missed an opportunity to make a one-on-one into a threesome. Tawna straddled Sabrina’s face also so she was face to face with me. Sabrina lifted Tawna up enough to push my cock into Tawna’s pussy. Tawna reached around behind me and began to rub Sabrina’s clit as Sabrina tongue-fucked my asshole and Tawna fucked my cock. I couldn’t remember a time when Tawna and I had fucked like that with anyone. It wasn’t going to go into heavy rotation but I could see us doing it again. Of course there would have to be three of us and someone had to be willing to rim someone else and to be rimmed. Anal intercourse wasn’t even always a guarantee with some people we knew. Most had no problem if others fucked anally but even being in the same room when we did was too much for a few. Luckily the parties we had rarely had girls who didn’t happily take it in the ass and even straight guys usually got turned on watching a girl get fucked that way.

Sabrina repositioned a few times to suck my balls and rim Tawna also. She lifted me up just enough to run her tongue back and forth from my asshole to Tawna’s and back. She even licked my cock a few times as I pulled out of Tawna to begin a new stroke. She pulled my cock all the way out of Tawna’s pussy a few times and sucked it while she rubbed Tawna’s clit, then licked Tawna’s pussy while she rubbed the head of my cock before putting it back in Tawna and went back to rimming us.

After several minutes of fucking like that Tawna said, “Make her cum with your cock in her pussy.”

Sabrina’s breathing had been getting more labored. It was pretty obvious she wasn’t going to last much longer. I lifted myself off Sabrina’s face, which lasted only a couple of seconds as Tawna took my seat while I got Sabrina’s legs over mine and fucked her pussy as Tawna spread Sabrina’s pussy lips open for my cock. Sabrina reached over Tawna’s legs as Tawna was rubbing Sabrina’s clit to rub Tawna’s clit. Fortunately when Tawna came Sabrina’s nose was upstream. Sabrina’s tongue was trying to lick the length of Tawna’s pussy from clit to fourchette and most of Tawna’s cum funneled into Sabrina’s mouth. Maybe because Sabrina was used to dealing with her own juiciness she was able to handle Tawna’s output without much apparent effort.

Sabrina was an active fucker. She was licking Tawna from clit to anus and rubbing her clit while she kept working my cock more than I thought she should have been able to given our positioning on the TantraChair. There was no real power position for Sabrina in the way we were fucking. The best part for me was watching Sabrina’s tongue lick the length of Tawna’s pussy. There was nothing really fantastic about how I was fucking Sabrina. My cock was too deep to hit her G-spot and not consistently deep enough to push against her cervix. It didn’t seem to matter to Sabrina. I didn’t have a real urgency to making her cum—her pussy felt good—but I would have had to change all our positions to fuck Sabrina the way I would have at the Club. She seemed genuinely happy to just be having sex with Tawna or me or maybe both of us.

I then realized that all of us were fucking each other more or less normally compared to how I had watched Tawna and Sabrina fuck however many guys at Home Depot. It wasn’t as thrilling maybe, but I was happy that neither Sabrina nor Tawna were just trying to set a new record. Sabrina was as classically beautiful as any woman once she shed her goth/punk attire. She was enthusiastic and talented. I wanted to make her cum over and over but I also wanted to watch her eat Tawna’s pussy and learn her unique tongue-fucking talents. Tawna seemed to like her tongue as she came a third time. I had learned how to eat pussy from women—why could I not learn how to do it better from this woman?

The whole time I was watching Sabrina tongue-fuck Tawna she was doing a really good job of fucking me. Despite my focus on Sabrina’s pussy-eating technique, and never actually seeing her face other than her chin, lower lip and tongue, Sabrina’s pussy was working my cock. It then dawned on me that was why Sabrina had only fucked guys in roller coaster. I had watched her closely and how she could fuck so fast was mind-blowing. I repositioned a little so I could scrape Sabrina’s G-spot with my corona along with a few deep plunges every now and then. Sabrina never stopped eating Tawna’s pussy and rimming her even after her third orgasm. Sabrina’s abs were incredible. I wondered if they were solely from doing roller coasters or if she had more to her exercise routine than just fucking lots of guys. When I mashed the head of my cock against her cervix it felt like her pussy started to squeeze my cock tight from her introitus and then slowly moved along the shaft. It was like her pussy was trying to push me into her cervix harder. It felt really good and it didn’t change anything about how Sabrina was licking Tawna’s pussy except an occasional “aah” as her pussy gripped my cock. I had no idea how many orgasms Tawna had had but it was quite a few. Sabrina didn’t seem to mind being drenched in cum.

Tawna lifted herself off Sabrina’s face and stood to the side looking down at her. “You are really good at that!” Tawna said, smiling.

“Eh, if you have a clit there isn’t really any mystery to how it works,” Sabrina shrugged. “Cocks are even easier to figure out,” she said, smiling at me. “Except for this guy’s cock. I’m still trying to figure out how to get him to cum every time.”

“Good luck with that,” Tawna smiled. “I never thought a guy not cumming would be a problem either.”

“Want to do me roller coaster style?” Sabrina offered.

“Your pussy feels amazing, but I’m sure it will be just as amazing in roller coaster too,” I said, slowly withdrawing my cock from Sabrina’s vagina.

We took a few minutes to get some water and snacks then repositioned in doggy style as Sabrina backed onto my cock. Sabrina started pumping her back and stomach up and down rapidly as she fucked me roller coaster style. We had fucked a few times at the Club and I didn’t remember her pumping my cock so fast. It was usually later in the night and she probably had fucked guys for a few hours by then. Although she had fucked guys at Home Depot for over an hour, she’d had a break as we drove home and then fucked in something other than roller coaster for almost another hour. She fucked me so fast I began pumping cum into her pussy in less than a minute. We had both lubed up as we hydrated but my cock was still seriously warm to the touch.

“You came already?” Tawna asked, surprised.

“Feel my cock,” I said.

Tawna put her hand around my cock and looked shocked. “I saw both of you use lube!”

“Before I discovered überlube at the Club I would have to stop and relube two or three times with other stuff,” Sabrina said. “It really cut into my fuck time having to reapply.”

“Can you teach me how to fuck like that?” Tawna said, looking at my now-shrunken cock. “I feel so bad when I’ve had orgasm after orgasm and Damian’s still hard. I mean at least he cums before we stop, but it would be great if I could find a way to make him flaccid before we cuddle in bed.”

“Do you mind?” Sabrina said, holding my cock as she got on her knees in front of me.

“It’s not that big a problem,” I said, not wanting to cause a fuss. “I think of it as Tawna’s thighs cuddling my cock as I cuddle her. I get two-for-one cuddles,” I said, smiling.

“AW!” Sabrina said, looking up at me. “You two are so cute together! I’m glad I got a chance to be with both of you outside the Club. Both of you are like Dog-level to everyone else that goes there. I like seeing the squishy side of you two!”

“Please my love?” Tawna almost begged. “I promise I won’t fuck you like this unless you want me to. There might be a day when it would come in handy, who knows? And it might not even work all the time.”

“If it’s that important to you,” I acceded.

Sabrina had been on her knees waiting patiently for Tawna and me to decide, collecting my cum in her palm as it drizzled out of my penis while we talked. She licked her palm clean and then began sucking my cock to get me hard again.

“Does überlube make a wasabi flavored version?” Sabrina asked curiously.

“No, that’s something unique about Damian’s cum,” Tawna said, kneeling next to Sabrina and sucking my cock a couple of times quickly. “Even after we just fucked for hours in the shower with no lube, it still tastes like that.”

“I’m not complaining,” Sabrina said, fondling my balls and rubbing my cock. “I like cum anyway, but it’s almost like I’m having sushi and fucking at the same time!”

“We both like sushi too,” Tawna smiled. “I actually wish it was a little stronger so I got the same nasal bloom.”

“Have you guys tried wasabi on his cock?” Sabrina asked.

“Oh yeah!” Tawna and I said with gusto at the same time.

Tawna got up and grabbed her phone. She put on her thigh strap and called our favorite sushi place and ordered a bunch of nigiri, sashimi and rolls and asked to have them delivered. “Extra fresh wasabi too please,” Tawna added. She put her phone on her thigh strap and got on her knees again next to Sabrina. “Talking about sushi was making me hungry and we don’t have any fresh wasabi.”

“That is so cool!” Sabrina said, looking at Tawna’s thigh strap.

“Would you like one?” Tawna asked. “I just started making them and as fast as you fuck you would be a good test for them.”

I thought Tawna had a pretty good point about how fast Sabrina fucked, but then I realized that Sabrina’s thighs didn’t move that much doing roller coaster style. I didn’t say anything because it didn’t matter much and the thighstrap style fit well with Sabrina’s purple hair and goth look. I could see her wearing it to work at the Dollar Tree with the rest of her punk/goth attire.

“It’s important when you put it on naked that the strap is as high up on your inner thigh as possible,” Tawna said, slipping the edge of her fingers between Sabrina’s swollen pussy lips.

“Sorry, how was that again?” Sabrina asked.

“When you’re wearing the thighstrap without clothes it has to be as high up in your crotch as you can get it,” Tawna said, refitting Sabrina’s thighstrap. “The weight of many phones could make it slip and fall off otherwise.”

“One more time please,” Sabrina said, struggling to talk.

Tawna spread Sabrina’s pussy lips and ate her pussy without further need for talk. I held Sabrina in my arms so she could lean back giving Tawna better access. I massaged and tweaked Sabrina’s tits and nipples as she began moaning louder. I knew Tawna was good at licking pussy but Sabrina was finding that out for herself now.

“Oh my Dog! I’m cumming!” Sabrina said loudly, followed by moaning and groaning as she put both legs on Tawna’s back and pushed her pussy into Tawna’s mouth even harder.

After a couple of minutes Sabrina began to relax. Tawna spread Sabrina’s inner lips wide and kissed deeply between them. Sabrina shuddered as Tawna kissed her vagina.

Sabrina and Tawna began macking out when Sabrina noticed my still-limp cock. “Oops, almost forgot who we were doing,” Sabrina said, laughing and getting into position to suck my cock.

Sabrina sucked cock pretty damn good, but it didn’t hurt that both of them were stroking my cock with both hands most of the time while Sabrina tongued my plit and swirled her tongue around my glans and corona between mouthfuls of my swelling cock. Tawna was kneeling behind Sabrina with her arms around her, two-hand stroking my cock alongside Sabrina. Most women had a hard time getting around my cock with one hand and some couldn’t even do it with both, but Tawna had gotten really good at using both hands to grip my cock as she sucked it. Tawna stroked while Sabrina sucked and both of them used both hands stroking together. It felt wonderful. When one or the other played with my balls every now and then it brought my cock to their desired stiffness quickly.

“Now slide onto his cock,” Sabrina said after looking at my cock as her saliva ran down the length of it and dripped off my balls.

Tawna happily slid her pussy down the length of my shaft as Sabrina got on all fours next to her to demonstrate. “Now push your abdomen toward the floor as hard as you can.” Sabrina demonstrated. “It pushes your pussy onto his cock hard.”

“Yup, I can feel his balls on my clit,” Tawna said, nodding.

“Now lower your shoulders and arch your back like you’re a turtle in its shell,” Sabrina demonstrated. “Feel how your pussy is being pulled off his cock?”

“YEAH! I DO! And I’m not even really doing anything with my pelvis or legs!” Tawna said as I felt her pussy slide off my cock.

“Now do one then the other as fast as you can,” Sabrina demonstrated a roller coaster.

I could see Sabrina’s pussy being pushed back between her mostly still thighs and then disappear back between her beautifully tanned thighs. Her pink pussy peeked out from between her thighs each time she pushed her ripped abs toward the floor.

Tawna imitated Sabrina and they both began moving their bodies together faster and faster. It took longer to make me cum that time than when Sabrina had fucked me in roller coaster, but I was pretty sure if Tawna fucked me as fast as she could from the start I would have cum just as fast with her.

“Yea! He’s cumming!” Tawna announced proudly as she kept fucking me.

“Good job!” Sabrina said, smiling.

It didn’t hurt that both women had beautiful fuckable asses and both were kneeling in front of me with their pussys available and apparently willing. The only way it could have gotten better was if they could have both fuck me at the same time. One was and the other acted like it, which definitely increased how erotic it was.

After a few minutes Tawna was still pumping my hard cock. “Shit! He’s still hard!” Tawna said, almost angry.

“Let me try,” Sabrina suggested.

After they switched places, Sabrina pumped my cock like Tawna had been but at a much faster rate. It took a little over a minute for me to cum again and my cock began to get limp.

Tawna felt my cock. “It’s so much warmer than when I fucked him.”

“It just takes practice to go faster,” Sabrina shrugged. “Damian staying hard isn’t the biggest bummer I’ve ever heard of though.”

“I know, but he stays hard for so long sometimes I worry it might cause a problem like they say in those commercials,” Tawna said, slightly frustrated.

The doorbell rang and Tawna looked at Sabrina. “How do you feel about giving the delivery guy an eyeful of your hot body?”

“I think he should get two eyefuls,” Sabrina winked and jumped to her feet bouncing in all the right places.

“What if it’s the female driver?” I asked as they walked hand-in-hand from our bedroom.

“Then we’ll bring her back with us so we can all fuck you,” Sabrina said, smiling. “She’s a friend of mine from high school. She’s too shy to go to the Club, but she likes to fuck almost as much as I do.”

I went to the kitchen as Tawna and Sabrina walked to the front door completely naked to get the sushi.

“Nice to see you again, Ms. Haven,” a man said.

“Thank you Takashi, it’s nice to see you again too,” Tawna said. “This is Sabrina.”

“Very nice to meet you, Sabrina,” Takashi said politely. “Enjoy your meal.”

“Thank you Takashi,” Tawna said. “I hope to see you again next time.”

“It may be any of us at restaurant,” Takashi said. “When you call order, we play Janken to see who gets bring your food.”

“What’s Janken?” Sabrina asked.

“Oh, sorry—rock paper scissors in English,” Takashi said.

“I hope you feel you won,” Tawna said.

“Oh, I very lucky,” Takashi said. “Must go now.”

The first thing Tawna and Sabrina did was put a small dab of wasabi on the shaft of my cock. “Does that hurt?”

“I doubt it would unless maybe you got some in my urethra,” I replied, putting a little wasabi on a sake nigiri and eating it.

The girls immediately started rubbing the wasabi all over my cock, making sure not to get any at the tip. When they were done, they licked their own hands and then each other’s.

“Let us know if your cock starts burning,” Tawna said, smiling and starting in on a crunchy spring roll.

Twenty minutes later, as we all sat around the island enjoying the sushi, Tawna asked, “Still no burning?”

I shook my head no because I had just begun to savor a piece of maguro sashimi and my mouth was full. A couple of seconds later Sabrina’s mouth was full of my cock as she began sucking more intensely than before. The only time she wasn’t working my cock was when she reached up to get more wasabi. “I want to see how wasabi on your cock affects the wasabi taste in your cum,” Sabrina explained, coating my cock a third time and two-handing it while sucking on the head and licking my glans.

“Interesting idea,” Tawna said, getting on her knees behind me and playing with my balls or doing a reach-around to rub my cock alongside Sabrina.

Tawna kissed my ass and nuzzled me from behind while she played with my balls and occasionally dragged her nails down the back of my scrotum. I could feel her finger on my taint more and more often as Sabrina focused on getting me to cum.

Sabrina’s tongue wrapped partially around the neck of my cock which felt different than the way most girls used their tongues on me. She pulled her tongue toward her as my cock slid between her lips and then her tongue slipped from behind my corona.

“Well, that never happened before!” Sabrina said, looking at my cock. “I can usually wrap my tongue around a guy’s cock and tongue-fuck them. Your cock is too big around for me to do that though. I can’t even get halfway around this guy,” Sabrina said, going back to stroking my cock with her hands.

“It still felt pretty good,” I said honestly. “Although I really haven’t found anything a woman does with my cock that doesn’t feel pretty good except biting. I’m not a fan of anyone biting my cock.”

Sabrina went back to work. This time her tongue wrapped around enough of my cock behind the head that she could slide it along the shaft up to the glans.

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone do that to a cock,” Tawna said, watching Sabrina suck my cock while stroking it with her tongue.

“I have a really long tongue,” Sabrina said, smiling, before going back to her unique technique. It was more like a hand job than a normal blowjob, but also with a blowjob. Sabrina’s tongue slid along the length of my cock gripping it tightly while her mouth slid back and forth over the head. It also meant both her hands were free to play with my balls or push and pull my hips as she wanted. Normally a blowjob was a trade-off of sucking and rubbing. Sabrina could do both at the same time. As much as girls used their tongues to lick my cock when they gave me head, Sabrina’s tongue coiled around my cock and gripped it tight like a pussy.

Tawna could see I was enjoying Sabrina’s blowjob. “Since you’re taking care of his cock so well, I’ll find something else to do with my mouth,” Tawna smiled, lying on her back, sliding under Sabrina and beginning to eat her pussy.

Sabrina may have been “more of a cock hound” but she had no issue being eaten out by another woman. If she hadn’t had my cock in her mouth with her tongue sliding back and forth on my shaft it would have been easy to believe she was a lesbian.

All of us stayed in that position for what seemed a very long time. I looked down at Sabrina sucking my cock and further away still was Tawna. I could see her eyes sparkle as she looked up at me while she lightly touched my taint and held her finger there. She closed her eyes then opened them and Sabrina began to suck my cock harder.

I got the message my queen. It was time to give Sabrina my cum. I wasn’t a big fan of pushing a woman onto my cock when I came in her mouth, or pretty much anytime my cock was in a woman’s mouth. I enjoyed it when I came in a woman’s mouth if she wanted me to, and then we could share my cum afterward. Sabrina looked up at me with blowjob eyes while she had her tongue wrapped around my cock and about half of it in her mouth. She nodded and gave me a quick thumbs-up that turned into a thumb up my ass repeatedly as Sabrina tried to hold me steady as I came and then she did. Tawna had both arms over Sabrina’s thighs holding me to her mouth tightly and helping steady Sabrina as she came, Tawna quickly sucking up lots of cum. Tawna lifted Sabrina up a couple of times and inhaled quickly then let her back down to urgently grind her pussy on Tawna’s mouth. It struck me how similar Tawna’s quick inhalations were to those she did when she swam. Tawna winked at me while I stared at her thinking about how being between Sabrina’s juicy pussy lips and being in a pool weren’t that much different.

Waterboarding didn’t require that much water either.

Sabrina stayed with us until her next shift the following day. We invited to other parties we had, but she got a job working swing shift and wasn’t able to make it very often. Tawna got better at the roller coaster, but as she suspected, it wasn’t a guaranteed way for my cock to get limp.

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Yeah, if we hadn't taken the risk, I wouldn't have known what a wonderful person your are. I don't see that changing, but if it did I would still think you're wonderful. I would be confused about what happened, but the memories would still be there.

— Question 30 —

>If we crashed tomorrow, would the run be worth it?

— — —

There was a time when Tawna and I couldn’t find enough people to fuck. At least before we discovered the WeFuckUs Club—actually its precursor—and Tawna became a board member turning it into the female-friendly venue it was from just a few creepy people that got together in someone’s garage or basement. Tawna and I had both realized that we liked to fuck a lot and we didn’t want it to get boring just fucking each other, so we had to find a way to get others involved.

One way happened by accident when Tawna and I were at a Home Depot and couldn’t wait to get back home to share our wants. Tawna went into the women’s bathroom first to make sure it was empty and then had me join her in a stall. The women’s bathroom was cleaner and not used as often as the men’s so we could fuck as long as we needed to make it home for more fun.

After one particular event in the store, we had finished our tryst in the bathroom and really needed to still do some shopping. We were looking for some low voltage lighting and a handsome guy much younger than me was also in the aisle. I could tell Tawna was attracted to him right away so I began asking him questions to gauge his potential fuckability for Tawna.

“I wish you could find someone to help you around here,” I said, mostly honestly.

“Yeah, service isn’t what it used to be anywhere nowadays,” he lamented. “Maybe I can help. What are you looking for?”

“Do you work here?” I asked, not seeing any store clothing or name badge on him.

“I don’t, but I’ve done remodels for many of my friends. I’m pretty good with my hands,” he said, smiling.

“We’ll let Tawna be the judge of that,” I thought to myself, and instead said, “We’re putting some low voltage lighting along our front walkway and I’m not sure where to even begin.”

“No worries,” he said. “I helped my father when I was a kid. He had an electrical business so I’ve been exposed to more than I should have been. He also liked to take me to strip clubs at lunch, so I was exposed to more than just electricity. He had t-shirts made that said ‘Happiness is two live wires, no shorts and a good connection.’ He didn’t get high on the job, but he did after work.”

I looked at him puzzled. “I’m not sure what that means.”

“Oh sorry,” he said, smiling warmly. “With electricity, you need two live wires connected to power to make the electricity flow. If the wires are shorted that means the electricity isn’t getting to where you want and it usually trips a breaker. The good connection means the wires aren’t going to come apart and just keep doing what they’re supposed to be doing.”

“Right, okay, electricity isn’t something I’m very comfortable with,” I said honestly.

“But the funny part of the t-shirt was the double entendre because he liked strip clubs. Two live wires there were two girls that were ready to get busy, ‘no shorts’ meant they were naked and ‘a good connection’ was a drug dealer he could count on,” he said laughing.

“Oh! Got it! Duh!” I said, finally getting it.

“I wish it was as easy to find a girl who wanted to get busy like it was for him,” the guy said, looking at different things on the shelves.

“What do you think about that girl?” I asked him, looking at Tawna down the aisle, far enough away not to hear our conversation.

“Aren’t you two together?” he asked, looking at me.

“We are, but we have a very open relationship,” I said.

“Are you like her pimp?” the guy asked. “How much?”

I laughed more than a little. “She’s not a hooker. We both like to have sex with other people.”

“Oh, gotcha.” He backed away a little. “I’m not into guys.”

“I’m not either. Tawna and I use the women’s bathroom sometimes when we can’t wait to get home,” I said, more as a suggestion than anything.

“You would be okay with me fucking her here in the store?” the guy asked, shocked but interested.

“As long as you’re not a screamer and get her busted,” I said honestly, motioning for Tawna to join us. “But you’ll need to talk to her. I’m not the one that’s going to be fucking you.”

“What’s up?” Tawna asked, wrapping an arm comfortably around my waist.

“Hopefully this guy’s cock,” I said, motioning to the guy.

“Um,” Tawna got more interested instantly. “You are so sweet looking out for me and my pussy,” Tawna said, kissing me passionately but quickly, then looking at the guy and smiling very happily, her nipples becoming more than a little obvious through her light braless top.

“What’s your name?” Tawna asked.

“Jim,” he said, looking at Tawna from her long bare legs, lingering at her gorgeous ass and smooth abs in her tight micro skirt on up to her beautiful blue eyes, almost hypnotically reaching out to feel her enormous excited nipples. “Do you two do this a lot?”

“First time, Jim,” Tawna said, smiling. “But now that I think about it, this is kind of like a candy store of cocks.”

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, suddenly sad.

“I’ve got you and your cock covered,” Tawna said, smiling as she reached for his hand.

“Are you sure?” Jim asked, looking at me.

“I’m not sure why you’re asking me,” I said, smiling as I waved at them. Tawna turned him toward the bathrooms and led him away to give him a new experience.

I realized after Tawna and Jim disappeared that the store really was a candy store of cocks for Tawna. I didn’t go to Home Depot often but it made sense once I began looking around. Another guy walked into the electrical aisle. He was reasonably good-looking and maybe even a little more handsome than the guy Tawna had just left with. I thought about running after Tawna and swapping guys for her, but I realized she would probably be happier after she’d fucked both of them. Aside from bringing up that a hot girl was available to fuck in the bathroom, my biggest problem at that point was how to get him interested in fucking Tawna without her being there to see and meet her. If Tawna had been there she would have easily made him comfortable enough to go with her to the bathroom.

I didn’t have Tawna, but I did have my phone. I thought about calling her, but I wasn’t sure calling Tawna while she was fucking one guy to get her next cock lined up wouldn’t make it difficult for her and also for either guy. I heard another guy talking and turned to look at him. He pointed to his earbuds and mouthed that he was talking to someone else. The light went on. I had earbuds. I knew what a good lay Tawna was. If I put the earbuds in and talked about getting fucked in the bathroom by some really hot chick as I looked at different things around the store, I could keep Tawna busy as long as the store was open.

I looked for someone I figured Tawna would be happy to fuck, got within earshot of him and looked at something in front of me while I acted like I was talking to someone on my phone.

“Bruh, there’s a smokin’ hot blonde with a nice rack fucking guys in the bathroom here,” I said excitedly but not too loud, then paused like I was listening to someone.

“No bruh, totally free! She even supplies the condom!” I paused again like I was listening.

At that point I was usually the only guy left in the aisle.

A few aisles into my fucker recruitment I got a FaceTime from Tawna.

“I love you so much!” she said, smiling broadly.

“Staying busy?” I asked, smiling back.

Tawna turned her phone around to show a line of ten or twelve guys waiting to fuck her. “I’m going to use one of the accessible stalls in the guys’ bathroom,” she said, turning the phone back toward her. “There have been a few women that wanted to pee and didn’t feel comfortable with a guy in the bathroom even though they were fucking me. I’m thinking guys can just go in and pee or whatever they need to, and the guys waiting to fuck me don’t have to worry about a woman coming in.” She took the hand of the next guy in line and led him into the men’s bathroom.

Tawna closed the stall door and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free immediately, unimpeded by underwear.

“Thank you for making it easier,” Tawna said as she slid a condom down his cock and began fucking him in lusty leg lift. Her micro skirt bunched up around her waist.

It was a guy I recognized from the plumbing aisle. He hadn’t said a word to me when he was in plumbing but he had disappeared like most of the other men I’d talked about Tawna around. He didn’t last long, but given the length of the line to fuck Tawna it was probably a good thing.

“Do me a favor and send in the next guy please,” Tawna asked pleasantly as his cock shrank from her pussy. “You can get back in line if you want when you’re hard again,” she told him as he zipped up.

He smiled as he seemed to realize he might very well get another shot at Tawna’s pussy and it wasn’t necessarily a one-shot opportunity.

Another guy entered the stall smiling nervously. Tawna unzipped his pants and had to struggle to get his hard cock out through the zipper opening. He had a pretty good-sized cock that was throbbing hard. Tawna bent over the toilet with her ass to him and held a condom up to her pussy and unrolled it on his cock as he was sliding into her.

“Gotta go my love,” Tawna said into the phone. “I won’t be much longer. I’m almost out of condoms.”

As I walked to the front of the store, I saw one of the guys I had covertly helped hook up with Tawna. He was smiling broadly and smiled at me as we got closer. He raised his arm to high-five me without saying a word.

There was a line of guys twenty or thirty deep waiting to use the bathroom. I looked at things on the shelf about halfway down the line and eavesdropped on a guy talking on his cell phone.

“Dude, I swear, there is a chick here doing guys in the bathroom for free!” he said, trying to be quiet.

“No! I boned her once already. She’s fucking smokin’ hot and she isn’t charging anyone! You need to get down here now!”

I looked at his zipper out of the corner of my eye. It may have been the commando guy I saw fucking Tawna earlier. It suddenly made sense why the line was so long. Some of the guys were calling friends. I knew enough about Home Depot to know they didn’t sell condoms. There were going to be some disappointed guys given what Tawna had told me about her supply almost being gone. I didn’t want to leave her there alone to face a potentially angry, horny group of guys while I went to get more condoms either.

I got a text from Tawna.

Tawna**:** last condom

Tawna: be out in a bit

Tawna: i love you for this 💋

Me: 30 guys waiting

Me: got your back

Me: could be angry mob lol

Tawna: 30 guys?

Tawna: busy aisle lol

Tawna: last condom done soon

Me: at least

I thought about doing a fake phone call like the one that got all the guys lined up for Tawna, to let them know she was out of condoms. But I wasn’t sure how to say it without seeming more involved than I was. Then I thought who cared—they had no clue earlier there was a girl willing to fuck them, why would they be upset? But then I thought about how guys in bars got into fights over even just the chance of sleeping with a girl, much less a sure thing. It could have gotten ugly fast.

I was getting ready to just go into the bathroom and be with Tawna as we fought our way out together when I saw the high-five guy walking back toward the bathroom smiling. He had a white bag with Dollar Tree printed on it. He walked in and came out a few seconds later empty-handed.

I got a text from Tawna.

Tawna: some guy just dropped off 60 more condoms lol

Tawna: how’s the line looking

Me: 60 good unless line grows

Tawna: stop sending guys

Me: i did. hour ago. guys calling others

Tawna: 😟

Tawna: when store close

Me: 10

Tawna: more condoms 🙏

Me: don’t want leave you alone

Tawna: i have condoms should be ok

Tawna: get 300 2b safe. can use later

Me: Text/call if need help

Tawna: thx my ❤️!

Although Tawna and I lived in the area and I knew where the Dollar Tree was and went there first, Tawna and I rarely used condoms together and I wasn’t sure what brands she liked so I got one of each in the biggest boxes they had. That got me about halfway to three hundred. I started loading my basket with smaller quantity boxes and even more types until I was pretty sure I had three hundred.

I took my basket up to the checkout counter just as the previous customer was leaving. The woman working the register looked grandmotherly and very proper. I hesitated and looked around for something else to buy to keep from buying three hundred condoms from my grandmother. The store was nearly empty and the only other people were at the back near the pharmacy. I couldn’t leave Tawna alone for too long but grandma was still waiting to check me out.

A younger woman approached her as I waited nervously. “Why don’t you take your break, Alice. I’ll cover the register for you.”

“Thanks, Sabrina,” Alice said, walking away from the register.

Sabrina was in her late twenties or early thirties with a punk or goth vibe going on. I walked up more easily and set my basket down. Nothing but condoms.

“Maybe some gum to go along with your rubbers?” Sabrina asked, smiling and pointing to the display of chewing gums. “Maybe some breath mints?”

“Ah, no, just these,” I said, looking around to make sure Alice wasn’t coming up behind me to disapprove.

“Someone’s getting lucky a bunch of times,” Sabrina said, ringing up box after box.

“Actually they’re not even for me,” I said honestly.

“You look familiar,” Sabrina said, smiling.

“We’ve probably seen each other in the grocery store or somewhere like that,” I replied uneasily.

“Oh my Dog, you’re B12!” Sabrina said suddenly.

I wasn’t even thinking about the WeFuckUs Club at all and drew a blank at her reference.

“From the swingers club?” Sabrina asked softly as she turned around and bent over.

She did look familiar suddenly with her purple hair and nice ass, but without her being naked I wasn’t sure.

“Oh, right!” I said as I connected my member number from the Club. “Sorry, it didn’t ring a bell at first. You’re a member?”

“G4378,” Sabrina said, showing me her tramp stamp.

“Oh my Dog! Now I remember you!” I said, seeing her membership number tattooed just below her waistband.

I did remember Sabrina from the WeFuckUs Club. She was the only girl that fucked like she did—that I knew of anyway. When she had my cock all the way in her pussy she would begin pumping her back and stomach up and down rapidly. It was she-work at its best in many ways. Each time she lowered her torso her pussy would push onto your cock. When she raised her back up her pussy would be pulled off it. Several women I’d fucked had done that pretty effectively throughout my life, but Sabrina was unique in how fast she did it. The first time she fucked me like that I thought she was having a medical emergency. I then shot my load into her pussy and realized she was just really good at fucking a guy that way. I had seen her finish a dozen guys in under five minutes and most of that time was just the guys getting their cocks into her pussy.

“Yeah, I do the roller coaster,” Sabrina said, smiling proudly.

“Better than anyone I know,” I said, smiling.

“Aw, thank you B12!” Sabrina said, ringing up the last box of condoms.

“Is there a special event tonight at the Club?” Sabrina asked, bagging all the condoms.

“Uh, no,” I said, trying to stop thinking about how effective Sabrina was at the roller coaster. “Tawna and I are at Home Depot. She’s doing guys in the bathroom.”

“Tawna?” Sabrina asked.

“Sorry, G1,” I said, remembering she probably only knew Tawna by her membership number.

“Can anyone get in on the action?” Sabrina asked. “I’m off in ten and wouldn’t mind fucking a few guys. It’s been a little slow lately. I don’t want to cut in on G1’s action though.”

“I’m sure G1 would be happy to have some help. Guys are calling their friends to come to the store to cum,” I told her.

“How did you two get this started?” Sabrina asked, smiling. “It’s not like you can advertise or have one of those weird blowup thingys out front. ‘Free Fuck with no purchase!’” she said, laughing.

I filled Sabrina in on how it started until Alice returned and went back to cashiering.

“Shit!” I said as Sabrina and I walked out of the Dollar Tree.

“What’s wrong?” Sabrina asked.

“With two of you I’m not sure this is going to be enough condoms,” I said honestly.

“Ah, no worries,” Sabrina said, walking with me toward my car. “I have a few hundred in my car too.”

Sabrina followed me in her car to the Home Depot and loaded a backpack with condoms. “A girl has to be prepared,” Sabrina shrugged. “You never know when you’re going to find a group of guys.”

“I’m not saying a word. I’m sure Tawna—uh G1—will be happy for the help,” I said, amazed that since I met Tawna it seemed like every woman I met liked to fuck—a lot.

“Where are the bathrooms?” Sabrina asked, getting into the backseat of her car and taking off her jeans, putting on a slinky short skirt with no panties. I watched and blocked anyone else’s view of her clothing change. Her pussy was bald and beautiful. Her inner labia swelled from her vulva. She was obviously turned on by the prospect of fucking a bunch of random guys. “Maybe later you and I can fuck a few times?”

“If you still want more cock after this, sure,” I said, thinking Sabrina might have been underestimating the level of interest awaiting her in the store.

We walked in and it seemed as busy as normal until we got to the aisle where the bathrooms were. The line to the men’s bathroom wasn’t more than ten or fifteen guys, but the aisle—concrete, sand and other things—was filled with guys looking at different items. Many were in suits and ties or at least looked preppy.

Sabrina strutted past them in her short skirt, drawing their full attention. She didn't just walk; she executed a zipper stress test, raising her skirt higher with every foot of floor she covered. Just before she turned into the bathroom and out of sight, the skirt was nothing more than a band around her waist—a bolt of lightning move that left them staring at where she’d just been with obvious erections. She made sure they would be ready to go when it was their turn.

“Hey man, if you’re here for the freebie,” a guy said to me, “line ends in the aisle over.”

I stepped back into the main aisle and watched Sabrina turn the corner to the bathrooms and disappear. I went to the aisle before the last one and saw it also had lots of guys that looked out of place. Sabrina had been clairvoyant when she brought the extra condoms. All the guys looked at me surreptitiously, the one at the end of the aisle pointing back toward the next aisle away from the bathrooms. I went to that aisle and saw maybe twenty guys looking at different pieces of wood. Only one looked like he was actually buying wood. The rest already had wood but it was in their pants.

As I was trying to count them I got a FaceTime from Tawna.

“Hey my love! Thanks for the supplies and the help!” Tawna said, smiling as she unzipped a guy’s pants and a hard cock smacked her in the chin.

“Sabrina offered to help,” I said, shrugging. “There are a lot of guys still waiting.”

Tawna unrolled a condom over the guy’s cock and had him sit on the toilet as she sat on him while talking to me. “I think I remember her from the Club. She can fuck guys pretty quick if I remember.”

“Yeah, she’s the one that does the roller coaster,” I said, watching the guy’s cock shrink and fall out of Tawna’s pussy.

Tawna stood up and let the guy stand, pulled the condom with the reservoir tip filled with white cum off his now limp cock and put it in the toilet with a collection of other used ones. He pulled up his pants and handed Tawna a hundred-dollar bill.

“No charge,” Tawna said, smiling.

“I get worse service at nice restaurants and they get pissed off when I tip them this much. Take it please,” the guy said, smiling. “I’ve never had so much fun at Home Depot. Or such great service!”

“Okay, I’ll give it to a charity,” Tawna said, taking the bill and holding the door open for him.

“Hell, if this is for charity, give this to them too,” the guy said, handing Tawna more cash.

I could hear another bathroom stall unlocking, opening, closing and locking again. I had heard it before while Tawna was fucking the guy on the toilet but couldn’t tell what it was until I’d heard it a few more times. Sabrina was a hard cock worker. She had probably fucked three guys to Tawna’s one while Tawna and I were FaceTiming, although I’m sure I was a distraction for Tawna.

“Hey, could you get me a piece of Velcro I can use to stick my phone on the wall? I could talk to you and fuck faster that way,” Tawna asked.

“Get two!” I heard Sabrina say in the background. “I want proof to show my friends.”

“Okay,” I said, watching Tawna begin to fuck the next guy. “I’ll get you two some water too.”

“Thanks my love!” Tawna said as I could see the condom-covered cock of the most recent guy pull his softening cock out of Tawna’s pussy, the reservoir tip filled with white cum.

I hadn’t meant to get in line but as Tawna and I spoke, guys were still lining up behind me to fuck Sabrina and Tawna.

As I put my phone away and took a couple of steps to go get the Velcro, the guy behind me said, “I’ll save your place. This is my fourth time in line. I can wait a little longer.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling at him. It was nice to see people being patient for once, especially when it came to getting laid.

On the way to get the Velcro I noticed a display in the center of the main aisle with magnetic phone holders that had suction cup bases for ten bucks. I put my phone on one and it worked perfectly for what we needed.

At the self-checkout I heard a couple of employees talking. “It’s been really busy for the last couple of hours. I haven’t even had a chance to go to the bathroom yet. Lots of guys in business clothes too. I wonder if Home Depot is running a promotion we should know about? People aren’t buying much but man, they sure look happy!”

I laughed as I pictured an ad running on radio and TV. “For a limited time only, FREE PUSSY at your local Home Depot. How fuckers fuck more.”

Tawna and Sabrina were definitely doing things. Cocks. Lots and lots of cocks.

I hadn’t thought about how to get into the bathroom to give Tawna the phone holders until I turned into the last aisle and started walking past the guys.

“Hey, end of the line is back there somewhere,” one guy said as I passed him.

“I really need to use the restroom,” I told him.

“Okay, but no cuttin’ line,” he said, looking at me suspiciously.

I wanted to let him know that aside from the first guy to fuck Tawna, everyone who had been fucked or would be fucked that day at Home Depot, by at least Tawna and Sabrina, was my idea. Tawna would have fucked the guy we met in electrical and we would have gone about our business, or maybe she would have fucked ten guys at most if we found guys for her like we had the first time. I didn’t say any of that though, because without Tawna—and now Sabrina—being willing to fuck those guys, no matter the cost or how much I wanted to help, none of it would have happened. It was Tawna and Sabrina’s willingness to share themselves with random people that made it possible, whether I had read a detailed plan for how to fuck a bunch of people in a Home Depot bathroom or not.

I facilitated. Tawna, along with Sabrina, did all the work.

“Sure,” I said. “No worries. I’ll be right back. I promise.”

I delivered the phone holders and water to Tawna over the stall door and left, making sure the guy who had worried about me cutting line saw me go. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Dan,” he said without offering anything more. “Why?”

“You remind me of someone,” I said as I walked away.

I looked at all the guys waiting to fuck Tawna and Sabrina as I got a call from Tawna.

“Thanks my love, this is so much better,” Tawna said as another cock was released from its zippered prison. “The guys are almost all commando now which makes it go faster.” She inspected the guy’s cock and slid a condom down the length of it. “I’m running out of new ways to fuck in a bathroom stall though. If you have any ideas, let me know,” Tawna said, backing onto the freshly wrapped cock.

My phone started buzzing with another FaceTime. “I’m getting another FaceTime but I don’t know the number,” I told Tawna, pushing Ignore.

“That’s Sabrina,” Tawna told me.

“Call him again. He didn’t know it was you,” Tawna told Sabrina.

I got another call and answered it. It was Sabrina, pumping a guy’s cock like I remembered. “Thanks for the phone holder!” she said as her guy pushed deeper and grunted. “I don’t know which angle is better,” Sabrina said, moving her phone around while her guy unwrapped his cock, pulled up and zipped his pants and left her stall.

Sabrina quickly moved her phone to different positions. “Which one do you think is better?”

“Fuck a guy with the camera at a different angle each time so I can decide. Right now, as long as I can see your hot body they all look good,” I said, smiling.

“Now you see why I love him,” Tawna said, smiling at me in the conference call.

“There’s a guy in line to fuck you girls,” I said. “His name is Dan and he’s wearing green camo and black boots. Brown beard and moustache. Wallet chain too. Whoever fucks him, please get his phone number but don’t call it so he gets yours. I want to surprise him later.”

“Gotcha,” Tawna said, finishing another guy.

“Green camo, black boots, brown beard, wallet chain,” Sabrina said as her next bathroom stall fucker appeared on her camera. He was already unzipped and ready minus the condom. “Thank you for saving me some time,” Sabrina said, sliding a condom over his cock and then doing a roller coaster on him.

The baggy clothes Sabrina wore at the Dollar Tree hardly did justice to her rock-hard abs, perky tits, smooth ass and even smoother pussy. I watched her fuck two or three guys to each one Tawna fucked. Sabrina didn’t deviate from the roller coaster while I watched. I tried to remember if I’d ever fucked her in a different position. Her tramp stamp was definitely unique and it was hard to remember her any other way.

I sat under a gazebo near the garden center watching Tawna and Sabrina fuck guy after guy. Neither of them seemed to get tired.

“Watching something good?” a store employee asked, standing in front of me after I pulled out one of my earbuds.

“I’m just trying to decide what I like,” I said, watching a different view of Sabrina fucking a cock and Tawna moving her right pussy lip to the side as her next cock got closer before beginning to disappear into her.

A singular employee asked me if I needed help after I had been sitting there for about an hour.

Tawna finished her next guy—the one I had seen when she held her pussy open for him—after the employee asked me if I was watching something good.

Tawna held the door open for the next cock. I was pretty sure it was Dan but could only see things at cock level clearly.

“It is really good! Sorry, I can’t talk right now though,” I said, focusing to see if it was Dan or not.

“What’s your name?” Tawna asked him. She hadn’t asked anyone their name up to that point. She must have recognized him from my description. Tawna unzipped his jeans and there was a pause. She bent down and opened his zipper to look in, then reached into his pants.

“Dan,” he said as Tawna seemed to be searching for the opening in his briefs.

I couldn’t tell for sure until Tawna pulled his very tiny cock out of his jeans. He had a micro cock. Kudos to him for being willing to expose his lack of manhood to a woman, but I had never seen such a small penis. Tawna even seemed like she was looking for more as she reached back in and began moving her hand around searching.

Dan said something I couldn’t make out and then Tawna said, “That’s okay, we’ll make do with what you have,” as she looked at her condom options.

“Sabrina, do you have any snug fits in your things?” Tawna asked.

“I think so,” Sabrina said as her guy started to cum. She pushed her bag under the divider for Tawna.

Tawna seemed to be looking for quite a while until she brightened up. “I found one!”

She unwrapped the condom and began unrolling it on Dan’s cock. It slid off and fell to the floor when Tawna let go of it.

“What do you normally do?” Tawna asked.

“I normally just rub my dick between the girl’s butt cheeks until I cum. At least as long as she lets me,” Dan said sadly. “I haven’t ever had a girlfriend longer than a few weeks or the first time they see how small my dick is.”

“I can’t have unprotected sex with you, orally, vaginally or anally,” Tawna said, sitting down. “I can give you a hand job though,” Tawna offered.

“I masturbate all the time, but it for sure feels different when someone else rubs my nub,” Dan said, almost happy it seemed. Maybe he was used to being turned down for anything to do with his penis and was just happy that someone as pretty as Tawna would even bother. I suddenly felt sorry for Dan. If he’d been a nicer person it would have been easier to help him.

“What’s your phone number?” Tawna asked.

“Why do you want my phone number?” Dan asked suspiciously.

Even though Tawna and Sabrina had likely planned on fucking until there were no more guys or closing time, I suddenly felt Dan might be a bigger problem than I’d originally thought. I got up from the comfy chair I’d been using and headed to the other side of the building.

“No particular reason,” Tawna said. “Thought maybe you’d like someone to talk to.” She shrugged as she struggled to find his tiny wiener to jack him off.

“I don’t need your pity bitch,” Dan puffed up. “Just give me a hand job.”

“Sorry, even I have my limitations. There’s just not enough there to work with,” Tawna said, looking at her phone and making a crazy face.

“I didn’t wait in line for an hour to have some hooker turn me down,” Dan said angrily.

“Since I didn’t charge you anything I can’t give you your money back, which means I’m not a hooker. I felt sorry for you at first, but now I’m thinking Dog must really hate you to give such a tough guy such a useless cock,” Tawna said, standing up and towering over Dan and unlocking the bathroom stall for him.

“I’ll call the cops,” Dan threatened.

— Question 6 —

>Would you like to give me a facial?

— — —

It was just a matter of time until we became real swingers. Most people would say we were already. What is the definition of a swinger anyway?

No matter—not the kind of swinging we did, at least not in this case.

Tawna surprised me one day with a sex swing mounted in the gym. I walked in to practice my katas and found her lying comfortably in it with legs spread wide open and smiling. I normally wore a gi when I practiced. I never realized until then how much time was wasted pleasing each other by pausing to remove clothing. A gi was only a loose top and loose bottom with one knot each—it was still a huge waste of time.

“When did you put this in?” I asked as I entered her obviously wet and wonderful heaven.

She adjusted slightly to make our motion smoother. “A couple weeks ago. Amazon Black Friday had a special on them. You’d be surprised how much sex stuff they have.”

I began thinking of options. The basic function was obvious. I pulled out and spun her three-sixty—as she spun her tongue slapped my cock and I re-entered. I pulled out and spun her the other way, slap and re-enter. I pulled out and spun her two full circles, slap slap and re-entered. I was like a child who just discovered cards in the spokes of their bike tires.

Tawna grabbed my arm as I prepared to spin her even more. “Not so much spinning please, I’m getting dizzy—but try again when I’m cumming. I think it would be good then,” she suggested and smiled sweetly.

I nodded. I understood. I swung her back and forth gently instead. I found that swinging her like on a playground swing could be disastrous to my package. As light as she was, her beautiful ass could become a wrecking ball wrecking my balls. Ouch. I needed time to think about that one… and let my right nut drop back down.

Tawna meanwhile had mastered the art of the swing. Unbeknownst to me she had found a new man to satisfy her needs. Century BOB. Our kickboxing target. She had mounted a dildo on it to practice fucking me safely. I noticed a hand-drawn smile on him. He had always been a very angry man. At least until he started fucking Tawna. She had that effect on everyone—even punching dummies.

“After all the pussy I’ve been giving him, he needed to start smiling,” she said.

I found myself smiling from ear to ear.

She asked me to stand next to the dummy—no offense intended, Bob—sucked me to a raging hard-on and then checked if she had the right height.

She had mounted the dildo on Bob so it was proportionate to his torso height—positioned exactly where my cock would be if he were me.

Not only was Tawna beautiful, sexy, thoughtful, sexy, smart, sexy, creative, sexy, etc. She could fucking do math sexy.

When I had tried to do the calculations for relatively simple things, they had gone horribly wrong! I reminded her of a few of my biggest hits.

“This takes trigonometry. You have to be more accurate than I was. How did you know where to mount the dildo?”

“Remember that time a couple weeks back when I was blowing you?”

“I hid a cloth tape measure in my pussy. When you were leaning back enjoying it I quickly took it out and measured your cock head to floor distance and toe to cock head distance. Only two numbers I needed,” she stated matter-of-factly.

I flipped back through the fifty or sixty blowjobs of the last two weeks and flashed on a tape measure near our bedroom dresser. “I didn’t think I’d seen that there before you went down on me.” I thought back to that blowjob again. “But I had fucked your pussy before that. I didn’t feel any tape measure.”

“Moved it to my butt crack before you put your cock in me,” she stated flatly.

“You’d make a good spy. All your secret compartments and tricks. You are a sly one, Ms. Peel,” I said honestly.

She had practiced for weeks without me knowing anything about her using the swing. She had repeatedly taken flight and found the perfect amount of thrust required to land on Bob’s cock like an angel.

“Let me show you,” she said excitedly, getting into the swing and beginning to move literally like an angel.

She had modified the swing’s support so she could go nearly anywhere in the room. She had taken parachute toggles and mounted them so she could actually steer herself onto Bob’s cock. She raised her legs—showing the ass I loved so much—absorbing any excess motion on landing then pushing off. She flitted onto Bob’s cock again, moved back and forth on it before flying off. The next time she did a backflip in the swing and came back to lightly rest on Bob’s penis upside down. Another push and a one-eighty and she was sucking it. I looked at Bob and I swear he winked at me. She had put that smile there indeed.

I was becoming jealous of Bob!

We both looked at the setup she had created. She was actually proud of it. Piloting a twin-engine plane? Who gave a damn. But fucking me better and differently—that she cared about. That beautiful woman had taken all that time and care to stop crushing my nuts. I looked at her with a newfound love and respect.

I was going to have to kill Bob though.

She took flight again and came flying at me, legs wide and welcoming. I instinctively turned my groin to the side. She wrapped her legs around my waist, easily stopping short of my groin with the ease of someone who had practiced it, and looked unhappy that I was still afraid of her beautiful ass. I slowly backed away with her legs still wrapped around me. Her beautiful pussy sliding up my body closer to my face as I did. I moved a little farther back and her pussy was a little closer to my mouth.

“Maybe I should take a math class again and really make an effort to apply it to her,” I thought.

I moved far enough back so her pussy was right in front of my face and began lightly flicking her clit with my tongue. Instead of “if Train A leaves the station at two p.m. blah blah blah”—if they had problems like “what is the arc and radius needed to lick your lover’s pussy if you are six foot three blah blah blah”—the world would have had so many rocket scientists that humans would have been visiting alien planets and probing them long ago.

I was literally licking an angel’s pussy. My angel. My Queen. My Dog she tasted good. My tongue got busy catching her clit between it and my upper lip. Her clit was a speed bag and I was Muhammad Ali at his best. She arched, which changed the angle of her sweetness, and I moved to adjust. I moved too far back and her legs slipped off my head. She was headed for the mirrored wall fast. She realized what was about to happen and tried to swing her legs toward the mirror without being able to reach the toggles to turn.

Adrenaline is a real thing. If you ask mountain climbers why they climb mountains and they answer “because it’s there” they aren’t mountain climbers. Climbers climb because of adrenaline. Unused adrenaline is what makes you shaky after a car accident. Used adrenaline can rescue angels. I heard her yell “DAMIAN!” reaching and looking desperately back at me. My angel really needed me to save her for once. I ran and leapt for her hand, hooking her middle finger enough to slow her slightly but most importantly getting her turned enough so she could use her feet to stop herself from crashing into the mirror.

I got up and ran to her in the swing.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“That was pretty close!” she confirmed.

We both looked at the mirror and noticed an imprint on the glass of her vagina.

She looked up laughing. “I’m sure glad I had that Brazilian yesterday. Maybe only one pubic hair away from disaster.” Then added, “we may want to pad the walls too.”

“We may not want to swing,” I replied, thinking of how things could have changed for us.

“But Damian, I’m almost able to do Purple Dick in Her. I know you like it and I wanted to surprise you with it.”

“I wanted you to be the purple dick in me rather than Shawna all the time,” she said, sad and almost pouting.

Tawna reached up to wrap her arms around my shoulders, lifted herself onto me and fluttered to the floor as only angels could.

“And I didn’t show you all of what I can do with it. I’ve only been working on it for a few weeks and only an hour or two a day.”

“I thought Bob was a little too happy,” I replied, snarling, and made the “I’m watching you” gesture at Bob.

Tawna strutted her beautiful ass out of the room and quickly turned to look at me. “Don’t worry. Although I like stiff ON a man, I like flexibility IN a man even more. You perfectly fit both my requirements and my pussy.” She flipped back around and playfully strutted down the hall.

I looked at Bob. “Hah!”

Then I followed my queen down the hall, amazed at how much she really did look like an angel with the sunlight shining around her.

Another week went by. We’d both been practicing our skills in the gym. During breaks in my routine I would sit leaning against the wall and watch her. By then she could float up to Bob and slide onto his cock and stop completely like a hummingbird—simply held in mid-air by his cock, sucking his nectar with her vagina solely touching his cock and never his body. She rotated ninety degrees with legs spread incredibly and beautifully wide in purple-dick-in-her style, then gracefully wrapped one ankle around Bob’s head and the other around his lower leg. She lightly flexed her legs and moved her pussy deeper and shallower on and off his cock. Then she released her legs and floated away. Bob sprang back slightly, swaying back and forth. Shit, even Bob was excited about her routine.

She swung back and forth a few times to build momentum and then ran along the mirrored wall to gain even more speed. She soared up, banking and diving right, going head first toward Bob’s cock. She was coming in way too hot! She was going to rip his cock off. Bob suddenly looked worried.

“All fun and games until someone gets hurt, isn’t it buddy?” I said to Bob in my head.

She instead flared, stalled and turned sideways like a swallow about to catch a grasshopper in mid-air. She wrapped herself around his torso and lifted him off the ground. They began to swing slowly and effortlessly in large arcs across the room, her pulling him up to her mouth by flexing her abs and bringing his cock into her mouth. Fuck Bob looked happy. She then slowly unwrapped herself and lowered him to the ground as a leaf would float from a tree. She floated lightly to the floor next to him.

She looked at me with my mouth wide open and in awe of her.

She smiled. “Too bad you don’t like cock. I could fit a big one in there.”

I slowly realized she was talking to me and that my open mouth may have been a target if a cock happened to walk by.

“You are the most beautiful and graceful creature I’ve ever seen,” I said. “Wow.”

She began to blush profusely. “You inspire me, Damian. I want to share all of myself with you.”

“I inspire YOU?” I questioned, chuckling.

“Of course! I’ve always been very independent, mostly because it was easier. My life is so much better and easier with you in it.” She stopped and thought a moment. “Not easier in the lazy easy way, but in the way I know you’ll be there for me no matter what. You always say I’m an Amazon. If that’s true, you are my shield when you protect me. You are my invisible plane when you make me soar just being with you. You are my golden lasso that compels me to say and do what I am feeling when I’m with you—unhindered and unbounded.”

She had untethered herself from the harness and slowly walked to me.

“Damian, you are what makes me invincible to the world,” Tawna said, looking deeply into my totally entranced face, and kissed me deeply. She leaned back and offered me a hand up. Then she quickly shifted to sex kitten. “Otherwise I’m just this totally hot naked chick that loves to fuck you nonstop.” She turned and bounced back to the swing.

“May I soar with you, my love?” she asked, pointing to the harness.

“I’ve still got some blood in my urine from the last time. Doc says I should be healed sufficiently two or three days after no blood,” I relayed to her.

She looked slightly saddened, but maybe happy that I was at least making an excuse rather than saying no flat out as before.

I began to leave the gym.

“FYI, it’s probably nothing—and hopefully no need to be concerned—but I saw Bob and a couple of the other dummies together in the corner the other day. I may have heard them planning to kill you so Bob can have me to himself,” Tawna said, then continued, “or it could have been nothing.” She finished with the look of someone simply reporting what they saw and heard, adding, “He has been a bit clingy lately.”

I thought to myself, “Bob must die.”

---

As long as I can lick my cum off you face after I do.

It's mostly water and a few proteins.

In, out, on, I'd like to share it with you more than just the once.

— Question 19 —

>Does the sound of me cumming make you cum faster or does it make you want to fuck me longer?

— — —

We had been in New York City for a week scouting for judges. Mostly cock judges for the Wheel, but Management agreed that having clit judges find cock judges they wanted to fuck would benefit both Wheels. With the increased number of shows the current roster wasn’t sufficient for the demand. They had started scheduling two and three events a day for entire weeks at a time.

Aside from forcing Tawna and me to basically move to Reno for a few months it didn’t really change much. Debra, Diana, Tawna and I fucked as much as we could when Tawna and I weren’t working. I had taken a leave of absence from my normal job. I had actually put in my resignation and they refused to accept it.

“Whatever has changed in your life over the last few months has changed you,” my boss said. “You’ve always been a key asset to the company but now you’re so much more focused. With the exception of that one weird email. I’ve had keyboards glitch out on me too though.”

I was shocked. I thought they were going to fire me any day because I felt I was too distracted. Looking back I had approached each project with a hyper-focus on efficiency—I enjoyed my work, but as soon as I heard Tawna’s footsteps the pounding in my chest and cock made it hard to do anything but get ready for her. Seeing her peek around the corner to see if I was busy had become our norm after one particular event.

I had been working on a priority upgrade project, specifically assigned by the CEO because of its critical nature. I sat at my desk trying to solve one last problem, laser-focused on a risky new approach that would take several years for competitors to implement—a major competitive advantage if I could get it right.

Tawna came into the office and stood behind me. She said something but I was too focused. She rubbed my shoulders. I leaned forward more. Tawna moved to my right side and faced me leaning against the desk. I think she said something but maybe not. I was too focused. She swung her right leg over my monitor and sat on my arms and into my lap. I pulled my arms out from underneath her and reached back around her for my keyboard as I looked around her trying to finish what I was doing.

Tawna did what she always did. She helped me focus on what really mattered. She blocked my view of the monitors with her breasts and made sure I knew the depth of the situation.

Somewhere during the session that followed I sent a completely random string of text to everyone involved in the project including the CEO.

We realized after that session that I was too focused on work, but that it was something I was good at and enjoyed.

“Women in most couples want their partner to have some hobbies—not that what you do is a hobby. I know it’s important and I respect that it brings you happiness. I promise not to force myself on you unless I can see your beautiful brown eyes and know I have your attention.”

 

On that particular day in New York, Tawna was dressed—so rare for me to see her in anything except her natural glory—in a shoulderless sleeveless summer print made of thin fabric. The unevenly angled hem rode high at mid-thigh, showing those sexy muscular legs and much of the rest of her. Her thinly veiled breasts pointing the way for us. Her bag over her left shoulder on a longish strap. Her long blonde hair flowing behind her as she strutted her shit down some sidewalk wearing three-inch stiletto heels. She was five ten and wearing three-inch heels. I never felt like bowing to my queen more than at that moment.

Suddenly two young thugs ran by us, one right and one left. The punk on the left tried to grab her bag off her shoulder as he ran by. I had been told by many black belts that my reflexes were among the best they’d seen. That was complete bullshit. Tawna on the other hand continued to hold her bag strap and pulled the unlucky lad into her flying fist of fury. His now-unconscious body did a nearly complete three-sixty in the air before falling limply to the sidewalk. She dropped her bag and ran after the other punk.

Did I mention she was my hero?

Other people who saw the commotion offered to keep the unlucky man there for the police. I grabbed her bag and ran after the one I loved. I caught up to her about two blocks later. She had horse-collared the delinquent and had him in a jiu-jitsu hold. He was also unconscious. Her dress was wrapped around her waist with all of her beautiful parts clearly showing.

I wish I’d had a camera.

Others however were better prepared. All of a sudden it was like Oscar night in Hollywood. It’s hard to estimate how many images of her ass, pussy and breasts were posted on the internet and social media, but for a few months after that, it seemed I had co-workers sending me private DMs like “you’ve got to see this! NSFW!!!!” with images of Tawna from that day. Probably a thousand original images were taken—in about two minutes.

Did I mention she was stunningly beautiful?

My favorite was the picture of her getting to her feet from behind, her ass and pussy clearly in focus and presented on three-inch stiletto heels. I had that one blown up larger than life, framed and hung on our living room wall. She was still wearing both heels.

I worked my way through her obviously enamored crowd and pushed through just after NYC’s finest did also. Two obviously sexually functional young constables with raging hard-ons stood very close to her and the sorry-he-tried-mugging-her “victim.” Tawna was looking for me in the crowd. She hadn’t rearranged her dress yet. Both officers stood looking at her completely silent with mouths open catching flies. Tawna looked like every man’s wet dream of an Amazon Queen. She was however my Queen. She smiled broadly when she saw me and attempted to walk toward me only to have another cop walk directly between us trying to break up the growing crowd. I dodged him and finally we were face to face again.

We were comfortable being naked all day in front of crowds. She finally realized why everyone was taking pictures. She was nearly naked—only a piece of fabric wrapped around her waist. The two initial cops still stood motionless with open mouths. I helped her rearrange her dress and kissed her softly on her neck. She immediately began laughing and hugged me as hard as she ever had.

Tawna and I finally got back to The Manner and everyone was fucking as usual, but everyone stopped when we entered the room.

“What happened?” Raina asked.

“A couple guys tried to mug us,” I said.

“It wasn’t really a mugging,” Tawna downplayed it.

We spent a few minutes explaining to Karl, Brie, Debra, Diana, Raina, Tahj, Amporn and Diego what had happened.

“I’m fine,” Tawna said as everyone looked at her. “We need to find more cock judges. We need to stay focused. If we can’t find anyone worth fucking on a daily basis in New York City it’s going to become a real job for the rest of us.”

 

I could stare at that picture of Tawna’s ass all day long. It was perfect—not the picture, the ass and pussy. The first time she walked into the room and found me transfixed on it, she immediately did a high karate kick as if to say “you want some of this.” Yes. Yes, I want all of that. She was completely naked as usual. Her form was perfect. Her body even more so. I could see her pussy lips open slightly and those long smooth legs spread high and wide. Normally a kick like that should cause a man to back away. I wanted to be between them.

It was then that I got the idea. Her picture on the wall mesmerized me and I saw that beautiful shit every day. As Tommy Lee said, “Even fucking Pamela Lee gets old after so long.” I’m not sure how long long was, but it hadn’t been long enough for me yet.

I decided to set up a photo shoot with her doing jiu-jitsu naked. It was about three months into our relationship when we each discovered the other was a black belt. She practiced jiu-jitsu, a grappling style, which explained why she could grip my penis in ways that were unique. I practiced Kenpo, a defensive style. It might have been obvious but her style was probably more effective in real life. I knew it was more effective in bed. In other relationships changing positions took coordination and effort. With Tawna it took being there and then there and then there. I had been fucking her in one position only to find myself in another without really knowing how I got there or particularly caring, because I was still there. She was smooth. In every sense of the word.

Tawna was happy to do the photo shoot. Neither of us had many pictures of ourselves—me for good reason, her I had no idea why not. We were about to change that.

We rented the jiu-jitsu studio she trained at and on that day there were only three of us—Tawna, me and the photographer. Since we discovered each other’s martial arts background we had shared things about our respective styles. She was a nidan in jiu-jitsu and I was a shodan in Kenpo. She was my sensei in every sense. During the shoot she was seriously making an effort to teach me jiu-jitsu techniques. As jiu-jitsu is a grappling style and we were both naked, there were many opportunities where our photo shoot could go very wrong, or very, very right.

The photographer was sweating more than either of us after a few takedowns and holds. His trousers were clearly soaked with pre-cum. After a couple of hours Tawna got up and walked directly over to him, unzipped his pants, whipped out his cock and started giving him head. Although very shocked he did nothing to stop her. I got it man. He was now gettin’ it too. While they were otherwise engaged I grabbed his camera and started taking pictures of them.

Tawna could make any man cum in seconds. I had never seen a man not cum with her if she wanted him to, and almost exactly when she wanted him to. The photographer wanted to. She didn’t want him to—not yet. In jiu-jitsu and most other styles there were ways to make a muscle numb.

When I first began Kenpo my instructor walked up to me during a session, said hello and began shaking my hand. His left hand was nonchalantly holding my bicep the way some hand shakers do. Immediately my arm went numb after a simple squeeze of two fingers. Tawna could do that with cocks. She could do it with her hands and she could do it with her pussy. Your cock was still hard, but instead of worrying about cumming too soon you could stay in the game. She was giving the photographer an experience I was able to capture for all of us.

Although I was never sure he was comfortable with what happened that day, he returned the next morning with assistants. He had evidently told them enough. Their cocks were testing their zipper strength even as they walked into the studio. Tawna and I were standing in the center of the mat going over the techniques she wanted to demonstrate that day. We bowed to each other as was customary. It just so happened she was facing away from the crew. As she bowed to me they had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. She then turned to them, bowed and stood back up—a vision they would likely never forget. My queen. I get it.

Please note that zippers not only allow faster access to one’s cock when needed—zippers are also stronger than buttons. As we all stood there, one of the young men’s button-fly buttons gave into the pressure and broke ranks. It began a cascade failure and quickly his penis was in full view. Most people would have been uncomfortable in that situation and the young man obviously was.

Tawna had magical powers.

She smiled comfortably and slowly but very seductively walked toward him. Once close enough she quickly turned and bent over, pressing her ass into his groin. She reached back between her legs, found his generously sized cock and numbed it just as he was about to blow already. Then she bent in half to untie his shorts and pull them to the floor. She carefully maneuvered him two or three steps back until he wasn’t in danger of tripping and cast the unneeded clothing aside. She slowly raised back up still gently holding his cock between her legs. Her hips moved slightly forward so his cock head was just pressing against her introitus. In one quick motion her finger pushed his cock head into her pussy and she bent over ninety degrees fully engulfing him. At the same time both her hands went to the zippers of the two other men on either side of her, deftly freed their cocks from confinement and began giving them hand jobs.

All of their brain heads were tilted back catching rainwater after that moment.

Tawna had a way of making everybody comfortable. There was still one assistant watching. Tawna smiled at me and moved her head slightly toward him while looking at me. I got the message, my love. He’s not comfortable. Yet. I walked over and moved him in front of her like a mannequin. Tawna released her grip on the two cocks to unzip and free his even larger one. She deftly pulled his shorts down and off. His cock was probably larger than mine in both length and width. Tawna rubbed it a few times while looking up at me smiling. She winked, opened her mouth, grabbed his ass with both hands and pushed him forward into her waiting mouth. She answered my previous thoughts about whether she could deepthroat a bigger cock. His longer-than-foot-long had disappeared into Tawna’s mouth. Her hands quickly went back to work on their previous duties.

The photographer and I grabbed cameras and began capturing Tawna the Maestra. She was the composer, conductor and instrument of an orgasmic orchestra. A beautiful symphony slowly and carefully building to a crescendo. I could see each of the men was about to unload at any moment. Tawna carefully played each instrument. Then she backed quickly into the cock behind her, pulling her mouth off the cock in front of her, leaned forward and licked his balls. She was using the side of her head and ear to rub his shaft while tonguing his balls. My Dog the woman was talented. She then moved her hips down and forward to release the cock in her pussy and immediately pushed back so his cock was cradled between her beautiful ass cheeks. She was also stroking the two penises rapidly and pointing them toward her.

She was about to paint a masterpiece.

All four men orgasmed at almost exactly the same time. All of their cum shot onto her back from every direction. She was capable of anything beautiful. She was the canvas and the painter using different brushes to paint something suitable for the Louvre.

She stood up with her legs slightly open and hips leaning to one side and did a quick three-sixty in place, smiling at all of us. We looked at each other blankly, unable to say a word. She didn’t need to say one either. She needed more paintbrushes. She turned to the photographer, removed his clothing and began sucking his cock. Then she backed onto my raging hard-on without looking. I felt her pussy tighten around me. Was she cumming already? Nope. She was making me kneel behind her by gripping my cock with her pussy. She got the photographer on his knees too. Then she put her feet against my knees and pushed me back sharply, my cock springing free and glistening.

Was I being ousted? WTF?

She quickly flipped onto her back, wrapped her legs around my hips and guided my confused cock back into her wet heaven. My cock and I were happy to be home again. She had me in Drill and worked her ball magic on the photographer. Drill was a position that didn’t require much from the guy except giving the girl a framework to do cock-ups. Chin-ups but with a cock instead. I was on all fours with a dangling cock. She had her legs wrapped around my waist and using her leg muscles pulled herself onto me. We’d done almost every position we could imagine or find. Only a woman with powerful legs could do Drill that well. Did I mention her sexy muscular legs? She was pulling herself up and down on my cock and working his balls at the same time. She began to look a little worried. She moved her eyes from my right hand to his cock.

I get it, my love. You need a hand. Well, actually he needed a hand.

I was absolutely not gay and generally found men disgusting—rough, hairy, bumps in the wrong places, stinky. And beards or moustaches? If you want a woman bare down there before you go down on her, I can guarantee she at least wants you to clean your last meal out of your face pubes.

I thought of giving a man a hand job like this—I had rubbed my own cock many, many, many times. I had that shit down to a science. I had never fucked a man in the ass nor had been fucked in the ass. I didn’t even really care for fucking Tawna in the ass and her ass was way prettier than any man’s ass.

I was there to serve my queen though. I nodded at Tawna although I was unsure how the photographer would react to me rubbing his cock. I’d rubbed a few cocks at the Wheel when necessary and she knew it. She had this I knew. She definitely had his balls—literally, in her mouth. I could see by his face her tongue was working its magic. She winked and I thought smiled. It was hard to tell because her mouth was filled with scrotum and testicles.

I hawk-tuahed in my left hand and began rubbing his cock. He looked shocked and slightly panicked and then she did something with his balls and he forgot about me. Tawna magic. I needed to patent that shit. It was real. I was able to see Tawna’s beautiful firm breasts being pulled toward me and then receding, feeling her powerful legs squeezing the becheezus out of me. She looked at me questioningly. I nodded.

“Yes my love, I could cum at any moment,” I conveyed with my eyes.

She began the ball pop finale. I wanted to remember that for New Year’s Eve. Instead of the ball drop she could do the ball pop. Far more enjoyable. I had nowhere near the ability to tell if a guy was about to cum the way she could—I had no plans to practice either—but I knew Tawna did. Once a guy’s balls popped out of her mouth the cumming always began. I kept my pace rubbing his cock, not wanting to change her timing. She knew what to do. I pointed his cock toward her breasts, his balls on the verge of popping out.

Pop went his balls. He began to blow his load, my hand still rubbing and aiming.

Tawna squeezed my cock the way only she could. It was like a wave that began at her vaginal lips and moved all the way up my cock to the pudendal nerve—the male clit. The wave stopped and what felt like a vibrator began right on my plit. She could change the speed of that vibration or reverse the wave entirely.

Like I said. Tawna’s pussy was magic.

I was about to blow, as she had arranged. She released her legs and fell off my cock to the mat. Her hand moved to my cock and guided my cum over her stomach.

She began smiling like she knew she had done us all good. Real good. She kept looking at me smiling and laughing, still holding my cock in her hand. She pointed to her stomach with the other. I looked down at her body. She had found another canvas to paint. Then she began looking at me like something was wrong. I looked at her body of art again and saw cum everywhere. The photographer had evidently been saving up for today. She was almost completely covered from neck to vagina—except for one area I would have expected to be covered the most.

The space directly in front of my cock was mostly unsullied. In that empty place she had fingered “I♥u” with cum.

My eyes filled with tears as I pulled her cum-covered body to mine and held her tight. Both of us began laughing loudly. I held her head in my hands and looked into her eyes.

“I have never loved you more than I do right now,” I said.

I suddenly realized her writing was between us and quickly pulled back to look at it. It was now a Rorschach test, smeared and mixed with everything else. Fortunately the assistants had recovered enough at some point and realized they needed to be taking pictures. I quickly grabbed a camera and scrolled through the memory card. I found only one shot of her writing. It wasn’t perfect, but it too was going on our wall.

I gave the camera back and stood up, offering Tawna a hand. She took it and with little effort on my part leaped up and into my arms, hugging me tightly. Spontaneously the photographer and his assistants started clapping, having realized the masterpiece she had just created for all of us and from all of us. I gently lowered her to the ground and began clapping too. She deserved all of it. She began to blush, bowing and curtseying to each of us.

She became slightly nervous with all the attention and began looking around. She picked up the men’s clothing and went to each one to return it. She stood in front of each and spoke softly. She kissed each of them on the cheek and stepped back.

Then she smiled and announced, “I feel we can wrap the shoot for today. I expect to see—and feel—each of you again tomorrow.” She walked to the photographer with his shorts in hand, looked at him and said, “I want to make sure they cum again tomorrow.” She turned to walk away and then turned back. “Oh—two more things. Do you have any girl assistants? Bring…” She held up two fingers, smiled shyly and walked away.

I had a feeling tomorrow was going to be another good day for everyone.

The jiu-jitsu studio had showers and we needed them. Fortunately we had learned to bring towels—lots of towels—whenever we went anywhere. We spent the next two hours cleaning up everyone’s joy, frequently stopping to kiss each other passionately and just look into each other’s eyes.

She was so beautiful.

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You letting me know what we’re doing is working for you absolutely makes me want to cum with you, but I always want to keep fucking you after I cum. Even if I get soft, I can eat your pussy and keep it going for you.