Straight--With a Twist

"You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this, Al," Arie smiled, reaching out for my balls and pulling me into bed.

"Same here, Arie, and I'm over whatever worries I had about fucking up our friendship," I grinned.

"Yeah, just shut up and fuck your friend, huh?" She gave me a firm squeeze.

"Fair warning, I won't last long. I almost ready to pop just from your hand!"

"Let me just take care of you till Becks gets back, OK?" she assured me.

Arie's care was extraordinary! She laid my naked self on the bed and gently caressed and massaged me with hands, breasts, lips and hair. She sucked on my ear lobes, her warm, intimate breath sounds a new delight.

She nibbled at my neck and nipples, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes gently licking them. She leaned over me and let her nipples brush my chest, my face, my thighs, my dick. Her hard nipples left a trail of arousal wherever they touched.

There was a lot of difference between Becky's "feel" and Arie's. My two lovers not only had different bodies, but also different rhythms and moves. My time alone with Arie on the bed was a whole new world and almost drove me to guilt.

Arie and I had never been by ourselves. Becky and Steve were always in sight the first two times. I knew Becky was close and would be with us soon, but it was just Arie and me rolling around in the bed now. I had to keep assuring myself that this was OK, that Becky wanted me to, and more importantly that Steve and Arie wanted me to!

As we heard the shower stop and the shower door roll open Arie kneeled between my legs and lifted them over her shoulders. She ran her hands down the underside of my thighs to my ass and stroked from my balls down to my waiting hole, gently teasing it with her fingernails. As Becky came back in, Arie pushed my legs up over my chest and leaned down to suck my balls into her mouth. She was there only a few moments before her hand reclaimed my balls and her tongue found its way lower, rimming me for the first time in my life! I felt an orgasm building and warned her.

"Good!" she said.

With that, she wet her finger, ran it up to my prostate and sucked my aching dick into her mouth just as I blew!

I've had some intense orgasms, but that one is going in the record book!

"Good work, sweetie," I heard Becky say, "is he giving you a good mouthful? I bet he is! Don't forget to share, OK?

Arie, meanwhile, was still probing my prostate and sucking my dick! I was still quivering and my dick was still jerking with orgasmic pulses. I didn't want this to stop, but slowly I began coming down. Arie pulled off my dick and out of my hole and let my legs fall back down on the bed.

I watched, in an out-of-body sort of way, as Becky and Arie embraced and began kissing. I could visualize my cum flowing freely between their lips, the two of them playing their tongues in my slickness.

Arie turned to me, motioned first to her cum covered lips and then to me, wordlessly asking if I wanted a taste of my own juices.

Well fuck! Not really. Not right now. When I was pumping my load into her mouth--yeah boy! Then I did, for sure! That was always the way. I'd swear I wanted to taste my own cum while I was jacking off or Becky was blowing me, but after I popped? Gross!

If not now, though, when, I thought, and decided to push myself. I nodded and held out my arms to receive her.

That put a huge smile on her face. Becky's eyes opened wide in surprise! Arie laid full on top of me and planted her lips on mine, lightly rubbing the slickness between us. My hands went automatically to her ass. Then came her tongue and the thick, slick flood.

I won't lie--I had to force myself to take it at first. But Arie's body, skin-to-skin with mine, was impossible to ignore. Her scent, her fine tits pressed into my chest, her ass in my hands, her thighs covering my thighs, and the feel of my semi-erect, cum-slick dick nestled in her bush overwhelmed me. I was, for God's sake, frenching passionately with a very hot woman. The revulsion wore off and sharing my cum with her quickly became OK... then exceptionally hot!

Becky, inspired by the sight, climbed on the bed behind us. I felt her knees move between our legs, then Arie's hips pressed into me with more weight. Arie suddenly lifted away from me and gasped, her open lips spilling the remainder of our shared cum onto my cheek. She moaned softly in delight. I swallowed.

"Thank you!" she gasped.

"Very welcome," Becky replied.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Becks just put the rest of your cum up my ass!" Arie exclaimed, "First time she's ever ventured there!"

"Just seemed like the thing to do," Becky giggled.

I rolled us over, moved on top of Arie and kissed her again. She licked the leftover cum from my cheek.

"I've always imagined doing that--eating my own cum--and always chickened out, but fuck me, that was hot!" I gushed, "And now I really need to eat your pussy!"

"Mi pussy es su pussy," Arie laughed, and shoved my head down between her legs.

As I went to work, I felt Becky move away, but moments later she was back. I felt a slick finger start rubbing my asshole. Then two fingers, and she reached through my legs to grasp my cock. Rock hard and proud of it, I'll have you know, mere minutes after a massive orgasm! I felt Becky move onto the bed behind me.

"Holy shit, Becks, are you about to fuck his ass!?!?" Arie exclaimed.

"Fuckin' A, honey," Becky answered, "we're into it now, every chance we get!"

"Good for you Al!" Arie exclaimed, slapping me on the back. "Fun, isn't it!"

"Gmphwlyrehanth" I agreed, my words muffled in her pussy.

Becky had entered me gently, but now she was building speed and intensity. Her newest strapon had a little nub that pushed into her clit with each thrust. She was slamming me with a lot of energy and breathing hard.

Arie was breathing hard too, and used both hands to pull my face tight her crotch.

"Bite it Al, bite my clitty. Sink some teeth into it, dammit. Make me feel it. And find my G-spot, OK?"

I'd never ever bitten Becky's clit, but I pushed past being afraid of hurting Arie and clamped on. I ran 4 fingers in her pussy and curled them up against where a G-spot ought to be. Suddenly, she screamed in delight:

"YESSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!"

Her thighs clamped my head tightly and in the same moment, Becky slammed into me and held it there, joining Arie in screaming her pleasure.

We all 3 collapsed panting. No one had words for a while.

"Holy shit," Arie finally whispered, "that was something else, huh? And you haven't fucked either one of us, Al."

"The night is young," I said, still hard and hopeful.

"Yeah, babe. The whole point was for you to fuck Arie, you slacker!" Becky teased.

"You two are a minefield of distractions," I complained, "but if you'll care to notice, I'm hard again. Or maybe still hard--I never completely lost it! So say the word when you want to kick off round 2."

We took a break--had some snacks, some wine, a little washing up--and the girls seemed to get re-energized.

"Know what I'd like Al?" Arie mused.

"I'm afraid to speculate," I laughed.

"I'd like you to fuck my ass while Becky fucks yours. How's that sound?"

"Just call me the Man in the Middle!" I laughed and pushed them toward the bedroom again.

Arie ran ahead and leaped on the bed, down on all fours, wiggling her ass at us. I gave her butt a swat--a little harder than I'd meant. I started to apologize, but she interrupted--

"Ooooo. Nice! Another please!"

So I gave her another!

"Maybe 10 more, and a little harder. I kinda like the sting!"

I laid 5 more energetic swats on each cheek, turning them crimson with overlapping handprints.

"Mmmmm--just right," she purred, "now let's get arranged."

Arie put pillows under her hips and spread her thighs wide. Becky handed me the lube. I got Arie and me both ready and handed the lube back to Becky. Arie's hole was still slick with the cum Becky put up there, and mine was still slick from Becky's first lube job, but more never hurts!

I think we're ready," I proclaimed.

"Then fuck my ass, Al, and don't spare the energy," Arie commanded.

"My sentiments exactly! Becks--slam that peg in here!" I added, patting my own ass.

Again, sex with Arie was enough different from sex with Becky that I was super turned on! And having Becky's strap on ramming my ass while I fucked her friend was mind-blowing! A little awkward at first until Becky and I synchronized, but once we got the hang of it -- way fun!

Having cum once already, I was like the Energizer bunny this round! I lost track of time!

"Hey Arie," Becky called, "which to you like better--dicks or dildos?"

"Dicks lover, every time!" came the reply.

"See babe? I'm not lying!" Becky patted my back to emphasize her point.

I could buy the comparison. If Becky had a real dick I was sure I'd like it better than her silicone clone. I wasn't sure I'd enjoy Steve's, but in this high state of arousal, it seemed possible I might.

Eventually, Arie reached down to play with her clit and got herself off. Her contractions pushed me close and as I pushed into her and held it, Becky picked up the pace and changed the angle to poke my prostate harder. I came like a ton of bricks!

I'd like to say we went on for a 3^rd round, but that one did us in. Arie had to wait till the next time for her DP. And Becky got her first one the time after that.

We Facetimed Steve in Syracuse; Arie wanted to show him her hickeys. Becky hadn't had an orgasm in our last session so Steve joined us for virtual sex! He jacked off with Becky's slutty encouragement while Arie and I played with Becky's tits and she fucked herself to an orgasm with a vibrator.

Arie ended up with 5 pairs of hickeys before Steve got home! Most of the sessions were two-orgasm nights for me! I got Arie's pussy every time after that first one, and she pegged me a couple of times.

It was a challenge to find time and space. Dodging Luke and Evie was part of the problem. Once we actually drove 50 miles to a hotel! We always Facetimed Steve so that he wouldn't feel left out, and there wouldn't be any cheating vibe to our play.

Usually it was after we were done, and usually he jacked off listening to Becky while she was either taking a dildo or my dick. The last time, though, we set the phone on a tripod let him watch Becky peg me while Arie sucked me off. We all 3 snowballed my load and Steve nearly went nuts! We watched as he shot a load into his face, getting some into his mouth!

We didn't see much of Arie or Steve the week after he came home. "Catching up" Becky said.

Steve and I bowled league the next week.

"So you're taking it up the ass now?" Steve asked as we drove home.

"So is Becky, much to my surprise," I agreed.

"Arie's been a wild woman since I've been back," Steve continued, "she's been horny, raunchy, hot, eager to make me happy--I almost can't keep up!"

"Becks and I have a new lease on sex too--we'd been in the doldrums for a few years but now we're both horny all the fucking time! I just thought that "once a month" was the way it'd be, but Christ--I know what you mean! I wish I'd been hitting the gym the last few years!"

"What got you into anal?" Steve asked.

"I've always liked having my prostate tweaked. Early on, Becky fingered me until I discovered it grossed her out. It made her avoid having sex with me. Became a "duty" you know? So once she admitted that, I told her to stop. That's like 20 years ago."

"So, now?" Steve probed.

"Becky screwed up her courage and talked to me about what she and Arie get up to, and how it's changed her outlook on a lot of stuff. She liked pegging Arie, loved it in fact, and admitted she wanted to peg my ass. It nearly killed her to admit it. Glad she did! I'd been watching pegging videos and jacking off. I wasn't ever going to bring it up because I was sure it grossed her out!"

"Wow." Steve commented.

We rode in silence for a while.

"I liked watching them work on you during that last Facetime," he finally said.

"I noticed," I teased, "did the maid find cum on the wall behind you?"

"Ha! Not that she mentioned, but there were a couple of small stains left after I cleaned up."

"Helluva shot," I commented.

"You weren't grossed out watching me pound it?" Steve wanted to know.

"No, and I loved that Becky always enjoyed getting you so worked up," I answered, "that kind of became her special role, one of the highlights for her, really. She's looking forward to doing that in person one of these days."

"You think she'd peg me?" he wanted to know.

"I'm damned sure she'd peg you! And me, and Arie! She'd probably bend us all over and work up and down the row pegging all of us! She loves it!"

"That'd be a helluva deal!" he grinned.

"So you and Arie?" Steve asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly apprehensive, "You're not worried, are you?"

He didn't say anything.

"Hey," I said, "if you're worried at all, I won't go anywhere near her, but really man, I don't have any designs on her. I'm ecstatic with Becky, and I love that you and Arie can be part of our sex lives, but our friendship is way, way more valuable than sex, OK? Surely she hasn't said anything to make you think differently."

"It's just how revved up she is--and really, you're the difference, the way I see it. I wish I'd been able to turn her on that way."

"Dude--she's even given up Becky to soak up all the sex she can with you! I'd say you've got her plenty turned on!

"Is it the 'even' thing, do you think?" I continued, "Like when you'd fucked Becky and I hadn't fucked Arie yet? Becky said that felt uneven."

Arie, Becky and I had anticipated Steve might be freaked out in some sense by our play. Evidently he hadn't admitted it to Arie yet, or Becky would already know.

"Hmm. Maybe. I hadn't thought of that, but it makes sense."

"Hang on."

I punched up the dash phone and called Becky.

"Where are the kids tonight?" I asked.

"Luke's at their house and Evie's working swing shift, why?" she replied.

"Could you let Arie know I'm bringing Steve to our house? We need to, ahh, talk. Just the three of us, OK?"

"Things are kind of a mess, hon. Should I, ahhhh, clean up real quick?"

She got my meaning. She'd be primed to fuck Steve silly by the time we got home, and she'd let Arie know what was up.

"Sure. We'll be there in about 15. Thanks, hon. Love you!"

"Love you too--bye!"

Two things were certain in my mind:

• Steve and Becky were going to fuck; and
• Becky was going to peg Steve!

I wasn't so certain about what my role would be. To my surprise, I wasn't any longer queasy at the idea of Steve sucking my cock if that opportunity arose. I wasn't even much opposed to taking him in my ass. Maybe it was Becky's continued encouragement? Maybe it was that she and Arie continued to brag about how much better cocks were than dildos? For certain having Becks and Arie fucking me with the strap on was part of it. I could feel my attitude relaxing.

I didn't voice any of those thoughts.

"Hi Steve!" Becky chirped as we walked in. She gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I am so, so glad you pushed the three of us into hooking up in a threesome. Come on in the den and sit. Can I get you something? I can make some decaf, or grab a beer?"

In her draft, I caught the scent of lemon body splash and noticed she was braless.

"I'm good," Steve replied, "Al and I had a beer at the alleys."

"Sit here by me, babe," Becky continued, patting the spot next to her on the love seat.

"Listen," Becky continued, "I may be reading too much into Al's phone call, but I want to guess that you're not entirely OK with our carryings on while you were away. Is that kind of on target?"

Steve blinked, startled. He looked first at me, then back at Becky.

Becky snuggled shoulder to shoulder with Steve and casually took his hand in both of hers.

"Because Arie and I talked about how we'd feel if one of us was the odd girl out," she stroked his hand gently, "and we figured it'd be hard for you. We worried that the Facetimes would make it worse, but we didn't want to be secret, you know?

"The three of us worked ourselves into an exceptional state of comfort and affection. That'd be hard to do by remote. So--are you're feeling left out at all? I think it'd be hard not to."

"Well, it was my idea," Steve finally offered, "so I don't really have any right to feel that way."

"Rights, schmights!" Becky exclaimed, turning a little more and pressing her breast into Steve's arm. "You have every right to feel excluded, because, in spite of some very fun Facetimes," she reached into his lap and rubbed his cock to emphasize her point, "you were excluded!

"Not on purpose, of course, but that was the effect, right? Arie said she was going to try to make it up to you. I told her she could screw you into a stupor, but it probably wouldn't fix that if it was bugging you. Did Al tell you about our discovery? His and mine?"

"Uhh..." Steve wasn't sure how to answer.

"I told him about your fondness for pegging and how it changed your outlook on anal," I offered.

"But not the other?" Becky pressed.

"No, nothing else."

"Can I fill him in?" she wanted to know.

"I guess--yeah, go ahead." I agreed.

"I've been watching some porn," Becky continued, "specifically, bi and gay porn, and I get unbelievably turned on watching guys have sex with each other. That one you and Arie watched, "Straight--With a Twist," got me awfully revved up."

She returned her hand to Steve's crotch. He was hard.

"I was scared to tell Al, but I did. I also told him he shouldn't feel like he needs to do anything he doesn't like, just to turn me on. But if you two ever talk about it and want to try, Arie and I will both celebrate."

"Al, honey," Becky turned to me but left her hand in Steve's crotch. "Would you mind if I talk with Steve alone for a little bit? I think he might find it easier if it was just me."

Becky stood and offered her hand to Steve.

"You sure this in OK, man?" Steve asked.

"It's more than OK, buddy, it's absolutely perfect," I assured him. "Now go with the nice lady!"

Becky turned back to me, winked, and mouthed: "Clean up!"

I used the guest bath, cleaned up "real good" and returned to the den to wait, idly stroking my erection and imagining the scene in the bedroom.

Becky and I had indeed been watching some porn--the pegging and bi- variety--and as I stroked my dick, I took inventory of my comfort level on handling Steve's dick. It wasn't completely off the table anymore. I didn't lose my erection at the thought.

It wasn't hot--I didn't crave playing with a dick--but I wasn't grossed out at the possibility. It hit me that I was probably more comfortable with the idea of getting fucked than blowing him! Maybe because of my increasing comfort with pegging? Probably. We'd sure watched a lot of pegging videos and practiced it even more.

We'd watched "Straight--With a Twist" together more than once. It was as fake as most porn films are--the "plot" didn't flow into the action. Still, I wasn't squirming anymore at either the cock sucking or the anal. I could definitely see Steve and me giving the girls their DPs. I was pretty jazzed about that, in fact.

The hallway was quiet for 30 minutes or so before the sounds picked up. I heard grunts, moans, fleshy parts slap-slap-slapping together and Becky's orgasm! The sounds were muffled, but unmistakable! Something to remember when the kids were home. Then, more clearly through an open door:

"Al, honey, could you come back here for a bit?"

In subdued light Becky and Steve both faced me, hand-in-hand, naked and grinning.