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He was rubbing my silk-covered ass, slowly, sensually, both hands, one on each cheek. Gently squeezing, running his fingers down to my inner thighs then back up again, down my crack, pushing, probing. I had my legs spread apart shoulder-width, my hands flat on the wall, pushing myself up with my back slightly arched. He was silent, just rubbing and squeezing and teasing me. I was moaning softly, hard in my panties, naked aside from the flimsy underwear. His hands were large but gentle. He took them away and I kept myself braced against the wall but looked back towards him. "Don't stop, please, it feels so good..." Kev was, like me, also wearing panties, barely holding his nicely sized cock, also erect. He was about 5 foot 7, thin, muscular from his constant swimming, and his panties were wet around the head of his erection. "My turn, Sam. It's so wrong, but...oh my God, it feels so good..." He moved behind me and started to rub himself against my butt. Up and down, side to side, his hard cock pushing into my crack. I pushed myself away from the wall. "No Kev, don't, we said that we'd make it last." I turned to face him and couldn't help myself - I took him into my arms and kissed him, slowly and passionately, rubbing myself against him, our two cocks pushed together, grinding against each other. We grabbed each other's ass and squeezed and pulled, moaning, kissing, slipping and sliding against each other. "No!" Kev exclaimed and gently pushed me back. "It's no good Sam, we'll just finish quickly again. Let's have a short break." I nodded my head in agreement and sat on the floor facing Kev. "No touching, just talking" I said, going back to our 'safe' mode, verbally teasing each other. Kev sat down as well, his legs, like mine, spread in a 'vee' in front of him. We were allowed to touch our own bodies but not our cocks. "Sam," Kev started, "I almost came pushing my cock against your lovely ass. The silk of the panties felt so good against me, your ass was so warm, I just wanted to rub harder, up and down, and come all over my panties. Then grab you by your hair and push you down to your knees, make you pull my soaking wet panties down with your teeth, and suck the come off my cock, kiss it and get it all clean." I was rubbing my thighs listening to Kev. I wasn't allowed to touch my leaking cock but I was so close after having him rub my ass. I wondered if I could cum just from feeling my cock against the satiny silk of my underwear. "Kev, your cock felt so good against me. I wanted you to rip my panties off, spread my cheeks apart and impale me then and there. I'm all lubed up back there, you could just slide right in, grab my hips and fuck me hard and fast while I braced against the wall. Over and over, deep, with me pushing back against you with every stroke." Kev was pinching his nipples now, hard, and rubbing his thighs and back up to his nipples, bypassing his crotch as it wasn't allowed. "You would finally yell and buck against me, your balls slapping against mine, pistoning in and out until you spasmed inside me, over and over, as I squeaked and squealed. You'd pull out, slap my ass and I'd fall into a heap on the floor." "Oh Sam, I so wanted to! Slam into you fast and hard. Afterward I'd catch my breath, lie down on the floor next to you, pull your panties to one side and suck on your big balls. I'd tongue them and take each into my mouth then pull down your panties completely and take your long, hard cock into my mouth. I'd gently suck your cock while massaging your poor, abused ass until you couldn't take it any longer. You'd grab my head with both hands and fuck my mouth, hard, as hard as I fucked your ass, over and over, and you wouldn't last long. You'd let out a final scream and blast your come into my mouth, down my throat. Finally you'd stop spasming and I'd slowly take you out of my mouth, kiss and clean your cock, then we'd share a wet, sloppy kiss, passing your cum between us." I was staring at Kev, sucking on my fingers, wishing it was his cock. He was practically bouncing on the floor trying for some friction to let himself come. How did we get here? *** I was new at the State College, first time away from home, 19 and worried but excited. I was sharing a room with someone I hadn't met, just someone assigned to me in the dorm. I'm quite tall, about 6 foot 2, decent shape from playing soccer, and looking forward to all the girls on campus, who (I assumed) were equally enthusiastic about all the boys. Kev walked in with his stuff. Short! But never mind, I thought. Turns out we hit it off immediately, lots in common, taking many of the same classes. Kev, like me, didn't have a steady girlfriend and we ended up hitting the same parties and events, trying to score. We had some moderate success but nothing more than a couple of nights at best with any one girl. It was damn frustrating. Night after night, a few drinks and lot of flirting, coming back to the dorm room with nothing to show for it. Finally, one night I was so fed up that I stripped down to my briefs (what I thought were my sexy ones, sort of like a male thong), stood up and said to Kev, "What is it? What's wrong with me? Why can't I get any pussy here? Am I that bad?" I turned around slowly. "What do you think, Kev?" Kev stared at me wide-eyed. I thought I went too far and went to pick up my pants. Kev said, "No, Sam, you're...well, you're a damn sexy guy! If I was a girl, I'd definitely fuck you!" Kev then blushed bright red but gathered himself and his courage, quickly stripped down himself and imitated me. "What about me, Sam? I'm damn short and I know it, but I'm not that bad, am I?" Kev was wearing skimpy briefs as well, rocking quite a package, and also turned around slowly. "What do you think?" I gulped. I couldn't help myself, standing in front of my roommate, both of us in our underwear, a bit drunk and very frustrated. I was starting to get an erection, staring at Kev's crotch and his well-proportioned body. "I...I think...you're a very good-looking guy." That seemed to stop Kev in his tracks. We just stared at each other for what seemed like ages. I took a step toward him then stopped, waiting to see what he'd do. Lots of thoughts were swirling through my head. There were loads of different sexualities in the College - gay, straight, trans, whatever, and no one seemed to mind in the slightest. It wasn't like the old days when people were castigated and even beat up for being different, at least not on campus. Still, what I was thinking was wrong - wasn't it? I kept staring at Kev seeing what he thought, what he wanted to do about it, if anything. We could just stop, laugh it off as being drunk and forget it ever happened. Or... Kev took a few steps toward me. We were standing right in front of each other. I was much taller than Kev but it didn't matter at that moment. I reached out and put my hands around his waist, looking into his eyes. He hesitated, looking at me, and finally smiled, reached out and put his hands around my waist as well. We stepped in towards each other until our waists were together and, very slowly and softly, moved our hips to rub our crotches against each other. "Kev..." I started, and he said, "Sam - shhh." So we just kept rubbing until, very quickly, we both had full erections. Kev let out a moan and moved his hands down to my ass and pulled me even closer. I moaned myself and moved my own hands down. His ass was very firm, round almost like a girl's, and I let my hands gently squeeze. We kept rubbing and squeezing but our height difference was getting in the way. I broke away and went and lay down on my bed, turning on my side. Kev stared and finally understood, lay down next to me and we adjusted ourselves so that we could continue our rubbing and squeezing, our cocks pushed against each other, moving up and down and side to side. We very quickly pushed harder against each other, grabbing hard and shoving our underwear-covered cocks together, over and over, until the inevitable happened. Kev came first, moaning loudly, and that triggered me. We continued to push and rub for a few minutes until we were both totally drained. I finished panting and looked Kev in the eyes. Even though we had just had sex together, we hadn't been intimate, not really (or so I thought), therefore perhaps I wasn't gay. I should get up, get washed and apologize. But looking into Kev's eyes I couldn't help myself, I moved forward and kissed him, softly, on the lips. Kev seemed to have been waiting for me and opened his lips, put his tongue in my mouth and kissed me passionately with his hand behind my head. We broke the kiss. I said, "What now, Kev? Are we..." Kev said, "No labels, Sam. We are what we are. Two guys looking for a bit of fun. No harm in that, is there?" *** That was the start. Two young guys, sharing a room, well...we were insatiable but also a bit frightened. We still went after women like before but often called it early and went back for our own type of entertainment. We quickly found that we liked to tease each other. Neither of us seemed to be naturally dominant so we often changed roles in that respect, but even so Kev seemed to take more of a lead. We liked edging each other playing with toys, oil and clothes, hence the women's silk panties. We had also developed our 'no touching' game to see who could last the longest without giving in and touching themselves (or, as frequently happened, each other). We even got into doing pretend medical exams on each other, inevitably ending up with prostate exams and medicinal 'milkings'. We avoided all the various gay/LGBT events and resources, as we considered ourselves straight, or perhaps bi. We should have looked for 'delusional' events given our extra-curricular activities, but we were so young and everything was new to us. Inevitably we were increasingly drawn into clothing, makeup, wigs and everything feminine. We felt that we were both lesbians. With everything so easy to get online and Youtube videos showing us how to do everything, it was easy to become facsimiles of young women in our room. I was the vamp brunette, with slightly darker skin coloring and dramatic makeup. Kev was the bouncy blonde, with large breasts (perfect falsies, expensive but well worth it) and lighter features. We should have been drama students, what with the scenarios we acted out. Everything we could either think of or find online, including damsels in distress, hiding from robbers, naughty schoolgirls, girl gang, etc. We also took it in turn the 'play the man', with a favorite being that we end up back in a hotel after a date and the man surprised with the package of his female partner. We also loved playing FemDom games where the women dominated the man. We didn't actually do much full penetration anal sex - we used it as part of our games but seldom actually did it through to completion. We found it more fun to 'threaten' each other and tease and edge. We also went heavily into psychological games, playing with our sexuality. *** "So, Kev, you got me here, what now?" "Well, Sue [Sam], I...I'm not sure. I have to tell you that...well, I'm a virgin, I'm not sure!" "Come here, Kev, give me a kiss." Kev acted nervous and reluctant and I pounced on him, using my height advantage to corner him in the room and kiss him while groping him all over. I had on a simple white summer dress and he was in jeans and a shirt. I shoved my hand down his pants and grabbed his cock and balls. "So Kev, don't I turn you on? What's the matter, don't you like girls?" "Sure Sue, of course I do! Why would you say such a thing?" "Strip!" I commanded. Kev quickly stripped down to his pink panties. "That's what I thought! What a little sissy. You want to be a girl, don't you, Kev? Your little cock looks so cute in those panties. Turn around and bend over!" "Yes, Sue, whatever you say," Kev muttered, turning around and sticking out his delightful panty-covered ass. "Don't hurt me, Sue!" I went and slowly fondled his ass. It was so firm, round and sexy. I wanted to bury my face in it, run my tongue all around it, rim him and suck his cock...but I managed to control myself. "Oh, Kev, you like having your panty-clad ass fondled, don't you? I should take you to a gay bar and pick up some hunk. He's be much rougher, slap your lovely ass before ripping off your panties and showing his huge cock inside. You'd squeal like a girl, wouldn't you, Kev? You'd like that, the big hairy hunk holding your hips and ramming himself into you, over and over. Holding onto you like a rag doll as he slammed in again and again, finally yelling, twirling you over and jacking off into your face, his massive cock spewing out shot after shot of come all over your mouth, all over your face. He'd laugh, zip up and walk out the door, leaving you to scrape off his come and suck it off your fingers, then play with your own cock until you shot off, using your hand to collect it all and eating it. Is that what you want, little Kev?" "Oh Sue, yes, that's exactly what I want, I'm gay but I won't admit it, yes!" Kev would spin around, get on his knees in front of me and say, "Sue, make me eat your pussy! Please! Or turn around and I'll eat your ass! Order me around! Whatever you want!" I loved dominating Kev like this, and equally loved it when it did it to me. "OK Kev, you get your wish. But I have an unusually long clit. Suck it!" I pulled my dress off and pulled my own panties to the side to free my cock. Kev pretended to be frightened then slowly licked just the tip, then quickly slobbered all over it and gave me a fantastic blowjob. As always, there was a twist - just before I was ready to come he stopped, stood up and pushed me onto the bed face down. "That's enough Sue, my turn!" He laid on top of me, holding my wrists down firmly, and humped against my own panty-covered ass, my cock rubbing against my satin panties and the bedsheets. "You little slut, Sue! You're the one who wants to be fucked in your gorgeous ass, I want to hear you squeal as my dick rams into you." We dry-humped like this for a few minutes until I flipped over and took Kev in my arms. I grabbed his ass while we rubbed our cocks together through our panties. We were both so turned on that we quickly came, Kev first, then I shot into my panties, thrusting against him with my legs wrapped around his waist. We shared a tired kiss and fell asleep side by side, my soaking wet crotch spooning against his pert ass, my hand rubbing his creamy, sticky cock within his wet panties. *** Very quickly the dorm room become too confining for us. I had a small software business making apps which was, to my surprise, becoming quite lucrative and Kev and I could afford to move out. During a semester break we did just that, renting our own two-bedroom apartment in a nearby apartment block. It was a solid place offering privacy which was ideal. We used one of the bedrooms as an office/study area, but with a bed which was useful as we both still occasionally had women over. We continued our journey into femininity. Neither of us had any interest in more permanent physical changes and both of us kept us with our sports, so that meant our fantasies included plenty of falsies, girdles, padding and other tricks of the trade. We soon had a wardrobe for which most genetic girls would have been envious. We concentrated on clothes for our fantasies, so school-girl outfits, cheerleaders, prostitutes, sexy secretaries and everything else we could imagine. Our toy box became a toy closet as we exponentially grew our collection. We had started to collect a few S&M items such as ball gags, spreader bars, handcuffs and ropes, but nothing too extreme. It was always much more about teasing with us. A typical scenario would find us dressed to the nines, both in beautiful dresses, stockings with garter belts and perfect wigs, sharing a bottle of Champagne in the kitchen. When en femme I was Sue and Kev, Kerry. "Cheers, Kerry! Lovely to see you looking so fabulous. Come sit on my lap." "Of course, Sue!" Kerry giggled and straddled me, facing me, her legs wrapped around the legs of the chair. "Like this?" She ground down on my rapidly hardening cock while taking a dainty sip of her drink, her eyes twinkling, her makeup making them even more beautiful than they were already. "Oh Sue, is there something in your panties? What's that large lump?" I leaned forward and licked her ear, saying, "You turn me on so much that you make my clit grow to the size of a cock, dear Kerry. I'd love to see you ruin all of that expensive lip gloss by wrapping your lips around my clit before I bend you over this table and pound into that perky little ass of yours." "Oh Sue, that sounds a bit scary! Even though you're taller than me, you'd never be able to hold me down for that type of energetic exercise. Who taught you that, anyway? Some hunk in the gym?" Kerry was now rubbing her ass in small circles on me, our dresses pulled up to our waists and our panties slipping and gliding over each other's sensitive parts. With our supermodel figures and (by now) experienced cosmetics application, we were a striking if very lewd couple. "Young lady, I definitely need to teach you a lesson. I think that a judicious use of the spreader bar is in your future this evening. A bit of a scientific experiment - I want to see how you react to certain stimuli impacting on a particular anatomical feature buried deep inside. I have a new vibrator and it would be fascinating to discover how much you can ejaculate while tied and spread. And if you're especially good, you might get a special protein supplement I have in mind..." Kerry leaned in and kissed me, slowly and sensually, then said, "That sounds divine, Susan dear. Why wait?" We continued to grind into each other then finally took our bottle and glasses and headed towards the bedroom. However, we had just walked in when we were rudely interrupted by the doorbell. "You expecting someone, Sue? A playmate perhaps?" Although we had often discussed bringing others into our scenes, so far we haven't trusted anyone enough to do so. The women we occasionally brought in were fun but we preferred our male personas outside of our apartment. Cowardly, perhaps, but it suited us, as least for now. I went to open the door. With our accoutrements, we both could pass quite easily as women, but our disguises wouldn't pass muster under sustained close scrutiny. However, dealing with someone at the door shouldn't be an issue. Family-wise, we were both from relatively large families and on the rare occasions where a parent visited, we always had plenty of warning. It seemed very unlikely that one of our parents would hazard the long trip here without minimizing the risk that their darling son wouldn't be home. I opened the door to find the tall, somewhat rumpled figure of Hank, our neighbor. Kev and I met Hank soon after we moved in. He's some sort of financial analyst, mid-50s or so, overweight, divorced and, as far as we could tell, quiet and probably lonely. No kids, amicable separation (wife decided she preferred other women), always friendly and usually had a smile for us. Often took in Amazon items when we weren't there. "Oh, uh, I...was looking for Sam!" Hank blurted out. "Is...is he here? Or Kevin?" I put on my 100 watt smile to dazzle the poor man. Definitely wasn't expecting me, a willowy young lady dressed to the nines. "I'm Sue. Very pleased to meet you, Hank." I offered my hand to him as if I wanted it kissed. Naturally, Hank took it in one of his paws and gave it a perfunctory pump. "Please come in and you can tell me what you need from Sam and Kev. They're not in right now but I'm here with my friend Kerry and we're at your service." Hank looked nervous but after a moment decided that it might be safe and walked in. Kerry waltzed in on her sky-high heels, took a quick look at Hank and said, "Oh Sue, who have you brought over to play? This football player? My, what a handsome gentleman!" She walked behind Hank, making a show of touching him, and finally made it to the front. "I'm so pleased to meet you! I'm Kerry. And I heard you say that you are Hank. I'm a friend of Sam and Kev's. To what do we owe this pleasure?" All of Kerry's touching was making Hank flustered. I gave Kerry a quizzical look, wondering what in the world she had in mind. Hank was nobody's idea of a sexual partner - old, out of shape, rumpled and flummoxed. Still...we could blow his mind if we decided to do so. Hmmm...maybe... "Uh, well actually, ladies, I, uh..." began Hank, "I...I just wanted Kev's advice on a WiFi router. He seems to know a lot about that sort of thing and, well, I'll come back when he's here." "Stay! I insist. Kerry, get Hank a glass of that fine bubbly. Just stay for a quick drink, Hank, we're starved of male company!" Kerry brought the bottle in and our glasses and got a glass for Hank. He reluctantly took it. "Cheers! To a beautiful evening with fine company!" Hank was actually a pleasant person once he had a couple of glasses. He was enjoying our company but Kerry and I had silently agreed that we might as well take it further to see how it would pan out. "So Hank," said Kerry, "you have much female company since the divorce? That was a few years ago I take it? Do you resort to girls of the night or make due with hand relief?" We were sitting on the couch together, Kerry and I on either side of Hank, keeping him drinking and frequently touching him to emphasize points. Mainly on his legs but we also managed to stroke his arms and his cheeks. He was turning pink as he became flushed, and seemed to be wiggling quite a lot. "Well, that's...it's a private matter! I...I'm not comfortable discussing such things, Kerry." "Why not, Hank? Sue and I talk about sex all the time. We're all friends here, aren't we?" "Yes, Hank," I continued, "we have no secrets. It's much more fun that way. We let it all hang out, so to speak. Sometimes, when we can't find male company, we make due with just the two of us. Although we're not lesbians, we do find solace in one another's embrace on lonely nights. And Kerry is soooo talented, aren't you, dear? Seriously, Hank, that woman's tongue is to die for. Heineken has nothing on Kerry, she can definitely refresh the parts that other tongues can't reach..." I put both hands on Hank's leg next to me and turned to Kerry. She did the same thing on her side and we leaned forward to share a kiss directly in front of Hank's head. We used a lot of tongue of course and kneaded Hank's thigh. We broke the kiss and leaned into Hank to kiss each corner of his mouth. I decided to take the lead and went for a proper kiss with Hank. He was clearly flustered and confused so I nudged Kerry away and straddled the man, holding his head in my hands and giving him a proper, if very aggressive, kiss. I broke away feigning being breathless and said, "Oh, Hank! That was, well, wonderful! Oh, you darling man, kiss me again, please..." While I was kissing Hank, Kerry quickly stripped off her dress. Her breast forms were perfect in her bra but of course her panties did appear to be somewhat bulky, to say the least. She quickly kneeled down between Hank's legs in front of the couch. I climbed off Hank to sit beside him, still kissing him and unbuttoning his plaid shirt, massaging his man boobs and his nipples. He had very little body hair (and not much hair at all, truth be told), but certainly appreciated the attention I was paying to his chest. Meanwhile Kerry was gently biting his legs from his knees upward, through his pants, teasing him as to what was to come. Hank was of course dazzled by our two-prong, ferocious attack. I looked down at Kerry and said, "Whoa, there, Kerry! Slow down, let poor Hank take a breath! Anyone would think you're gagging for it!" "Me?" complained Kerry. "Sue, Hank won't survive your kind attention unless you back off! Poor thing..." "Here, Hank, this will help" I said, quickly unbuckling his belt and pulling off his khaki trousers. He was wearing white Y-front briefs with clear evidence of his arousal. I was thankful that he hadn't already come, which was why I insisted that we back off. Much too soon for that! We needed to get into his head, the one on his sloped shoulders, not the one in his underwear... We pulled off his trousers and quickly helped him to stand up. I was still in my little black dress while Kerry was in her undies, being careful not to be overly obvious about her bulging crotch. We each grabbed an arm and supported Hank over to the bedroom. "Hank, I think that the bubbly went to your head, why not lie down for a minute. "Uh, yes, that's a good idea, thank you, uh, Sue. I'll just catch my breath for a moment." "I know!" blurted Kerry. "Lie down on your front, Hank. You need a gentle back massage. That will do wonders for you, maybe even send you off for a little nap." Hank acquiesced immediately and lay down on the bed. Not exactly a pretty sight, and Kerry and I exchanged a wry look. His trousers were off, his old somewhat threadbare 'tighty whites' briefs covered a hefty bottom straining to get out, and his back had more hair than his chest. Still, it was what we had to work with... I got out the massage oil and gave it to Kerry, and quickly took off my dress. After a quick whispered conversation with Kerry, I started with the oil on Hank's ankles. I decided to work my way up rather than down, as his legs weren't as bad as the rest of him. Seriously, why don't middle-aged men work out? There're zero negatives other than hard work. I made a vow that I would always try to keep in shape no matter how old I got. Yuck! Kerry took first go at mind raping Hank. "Doesn't it feel nice having Sue massage your legs, Hank? Feeling her oily fingers wrap themselves around your thick, muscular legs? She really enjoys giving massages to men. Women's bodies are fantastic, of course, but big strong men like you really make us wet. We love to get all oily and rub and stroke men. We imagine your big, strong bodies on top of us, pushing down, leaving us helpless while you have your wicked way with us. Is that what you want to do, Hank?" "Oh, no, Kerry, I'm not like that at all. I respect women. I would never force myself on you or Sue." Kerry stifled a snigger here, as Hank wouldn't last ten seconds against either of us. "Thank you, Hank. It's really nice to know that we're both safe with you. But are you safe with us?" Hank sort of giggled at that. Clearly time to step it up, so I moved up Hank's leg with bad intent, letting my fingers run up to his inner thighs and back down. Kerry continued. "You know, Hank, what I've found with massage is that it's not always the standard erogenous zones that really turn me on. Sure, when Sue sucks my clit I go wild, who wouldn't, but a really oily massage on my legs can press all my buttons. Strong fingers probing my muscles, pushing and stroking, are wonderfully relaxing and really turn me on. I'm dripping wet just from having Sue massage my thighs and backside. Pushing deep into the muscles, alternating with gentle stroking, ahh, I wish it was me having Sue work me over. You're one lucky man!" Hank was rotating his hips now, just gently, pushing into the bed. We were having an effect, hurray! I pushed my greasy hands up his legs to right below his underwear, massaging all around them, reaching to the front of this thighs and back. "Now Hank," I said, "I have to remove these to allow me to give you a more relaxing massage. Now just move your hips up a little bit for a second." I slowly pulled his briefs down, feeling the resistance as he had to reach down and adjust his erection out of the way. "OK, sure, if you insist. I...I really appreciate this, and it is very relaxing." At this point we weren't sure if Hank understood our bad intent but I could tell that Kerry and I were on similar lines. I was glad that I had got the restraints out earlier. Hank was in for a few surprises. I started on Hank's frankly unappealing rear, but for now just where the tops of this thighs met his ass. I used my thumbs to move towards his crack but kept a rhythm going, back and forth, up and down. Meanwhile Kerry started in earnest. "Feels good, right Hank?" She was facing Hank and was up close, right in his face, her perfectly made up glossy lips tantalizing him. "Sue is sooo good, isn't she? You know, for men their backsides are a largely ignored erogenous zone. Most men just want to stick it in, thrust a few times and start snoring. Have you ever had anyone play with you back there, Hank? Maybe growing up? Another boy? I bet you had all the girls and boys after you. Tell me Hank, just between us - you ever do it with a boy? Or a man?" I was getting more aggressive now, taking his full globes in my hands and kneading and twisting. I poured some oil into the top of his crack and spread his cheeks to let it run down, then massaged it in, not touching his hole but teasing all around it. He was squirming and trying to hump the bed but I told him to stop or I would, which immediately brought a holt to his attempts to gain some friction. Hank answered, "No, oh no, Kerry, I haven't...uh, been with a boy, or man." "Bet you want to though, Hank. Do you look at porn on your computer? Maybe that's why you want a better WiFi router, huh? Want to watch on your tablet in bed? Do you watch hard-bodied men with big cocks? Do you want to be the one on your knees in front of them, Hank?" "I...no, I...I don't watch that. But...but I do watch other stuff. Everyone does. It doesn't hurt to fanaticize, does it?" "No, of course not, Hank! We all do. So what do you watch?" "Well, all the usual stuff, but also...sometimes, you know, not that I want to be them or anything, but, well, sometimes femdom stuff, and...and when the woman makes the man, you know, well, forces them to..." "Forced bi? Gay? Makes the man go down on another man? Maybe makes them dress up as a woman? Or as a sissy? Do you like those, Hank? I do as well. Mmmm, it makes me so wet, imagining a man at my beck and call, making him do things that humiliates him. Yes, I'd like to have a big man obey me, suck my toes, lick my feet. Do you like that as well, Hank? Would you like to suck my toes? Lick the soles of my feet when they're all sweaty? Does that turn you on?" Apparently it did, as Hank forgot my instructions and tried to screw the bed again. I said firmly, "Hank! No! Bad boy!" and gave him a few hard slaps on his ass. With the oil they must have really stung because he cried out, stopped his humping and tried to move his hands to cover himself. I immediately pulled them off and grabbed the handcuffs. "Hank! You clearly need to be restrained. Now this will prevent you from trying to stop me spanking you when you've been bad." Rather than handcuffing his hands behind his back, Kerry cuffed each wrist to a bedpost, spreading his arms into a vee-shape. Luckily we had a few spare cuffs! Kerry continued, "Wow! Guess you really love feet, Hank! It's your lucky day - try one of mine." Kerry put her lovely foot, complete with pink polish (which took me ages to apply), up to Hank's face. His eyes widened and he moved to kiss it. "Oh no, Hank, you need to beg." "Please, Kerry, please may I kiss your feet? May I suck your toes? Oh please, I'll do anything, I've dreamed of this. Please Kerry...Mistress Kerry." Wow! Where did that come from? Old Hank must be really into all that femdom porn! Kerry gave me a triumphant smile. "Kiss it, slave, and smell me. Kiss it all over." Hank proceeded to slobber all over her foot. Yuck - definitely not my thing. A bit of toe- sucking is fine but only as a preliminary. Hank looked like a starving man with a big ice cream cone. Moaning, huffing and puffing, he was really getting into it. Suddenly Kerry pulled her foot away. "Time to make you a bit less comfortable, Hank." I was waiting for that as I didn't want to struggle with Hank, I preferred him to be compliant. So much easier that way. And safer - for him! Kerry pulled out the spreader bar and attached Hank's ankles to each end. Hank seemed very nervous at this stage but totally turned on. I whispered to Kerry that we should slow things down now and she nodded her consent. "OK, Hank, you're all ours now!" I told Hank with a smile. "Let's get you nice and comfy first." I poured thick, strawberry lube onto his large rear end which was reminded me of a large jelly mold. Wobbly! I slowly worked it into his ass, concentrating on his crack but teasing his hole. "How's that, Hank? Nice? Think of it as your pussy. It's nice and wet now. Soaking wet! And I can tell that your clit is big and throbbing but let's concentrate on what's behind you. Is this nice?" I circled his hole with my greasy thumbs. Hank was definitely moaning now, making little noises. To make sure that he didn't get any friction and to make it easier for me, Kerry and I pulled his hips up so that he was kneeling on the bed, his wrists still handcuffed to the bedposts, his ass up in the air spread wide open from the spreader bar where his ankles were cuffed. I rubbed his big balls with more lube. "You like that, don't you, Hank? Bet you'd like us to suck on your big balls, wouldn't you? They're so full. Bet you haven't emptied them in a long time, definitely not with anyone else to help, have you, Hank? Do you imagine lying down with a man when you stroke yourself, Hank? Side by side, him slurping on yours and you, his? Mmmm, you'd love that Hank, wouldn't you? But then again, here you are right now, with your ass up in the air, sticking out invitingly, just waiting for a big hunk to grab your hips and shove it in. So Hank, feeling vulnerable? What do you say?" With that I pushed my thumb into his hole, He jumped like a virgin, squealing, and tried to clamp his legs together but quickly remembered that the spreader was there. I massaged his balls with one hand and pushed my thumb in and out with the other. Hank started saying, "Oh! Oh! Ahhh!" and other such endearing epithets. I looked over to Kerry who was keenly watching. Time to step it up a notch. Kerry motioned me to keep up my ministrations on Hank's rear, then leaned into Hank's face and bit his bottom lip. Kerry stayed up very close and said, "Oh Hank, you love having Sue play with your ass and balls, don't you? You love her fucking your ass with her fingers. I bet you want something bigger up there, right, Hank?" Kerry stuck his tongue into Hank's mouth and then quickly withdrew it. "You like being restrained like this, don't you, Hank? You like it having the decisions made for you. That way you can say that you didn't agree to any of it, that you were forced. But really you love it, Hank! Tell me..." "Oh...oh Kerry, I...I love it, all of it. I love being tied up, having Sue molest me, having her...her, ah, play with me back there. I'm so turned on, more than I've ever been. This is ... is wonderful, please don't stop!" My cue to do just that. I slapped his oily ass a couple of times and backed away. "Enough for now, Hank. What about Kerry and I? We've done all the work, Hank. Your turn!" Kerry stuck her beautiful ass in Hank's face, still in her panties (by now very wet in front). "Kiss, it, Hank. You know you're dying to. Lick my ass, Hank, all over." Hank was still restrained and leaned forward as much as he was able to, his tongue poking out, and slobbered all over Kerry's perfect rear. Meanwhile I shoved two fingers up his hole. "Aww! Oww!" Hank squealed. Kerry heard the signal and immediately spun around, peeling off her panties and shoved her long, hard, dripping cock into Hank's mouth. His eyes were about to burst. No imagination, that one. I quickly came forward and leaned in next to his face, took Kerry out of his mouth and licked her erection, savoring her salty taste. "See, Hank, sometimes all is not what is seems. Mmmm, Kerry is sooo good. Here, suck the head, use your tongue and taste her." Hank tried to say something but it was hard to hear him with Kerry's cock in his mouth. "And no teeth, Hank, otherwise she'll shove that up your ass dry and rape you for hours. Believe me, she can do it! Just suck and taste her. Good boy." Hank finally calmed down and followed my instructions. "Yes, it's beautiful, isn't it, Hank? Did you think that you'd be immobilized on a bed with a massive cock in your mouth today? And you'd be loving it, begging for more? That's it, you cocksucker, suck it, lick the head. You were born for cock, Hank, and this is your birth, your beginning..." Hank sucked and licked with massive enthusiasm if not skill. Still, he'd learn over time. I left Kerry and him to it and moved back to Hank's large ass, spread open and wet with oil. Hmmm, what to do... I quickly peeled off my own wet panties and rubbed my cock up and down his large crack. Hank clearly enjoyed this because he pushed back against me. Kerry said, "Oh Hank, you want a spit-roast, do you? Do you want Sue to ram her cock up your ass? You sure you're ready for that? Really you should spend weeks practicing with dildoes and butt-plugs. You're so not ready for Sue back there..." Hearing that was all I needed and I nodded at Kerry to pull out from her end to ensure that Hank didn't feel the need to bite down, then slowly but determinedly pushed my cock up into Hank's oily rosebud. Predictably, Hank did scream (which of course turned me on) and clenched his buttocks and his sphincter, but I grabbed his greasy hips and shoved it in. He let out a yell lick a steer being branded and I stopped, savoring the site of this fat man covered in oil being speared by my cock and unable to do anything about it, with the spreader bar at back and his wrists tied to the bedposts in front. "Oh Hank, you sound like you love it!" said Kerry, lightly slapping Hank's face with her cock. "You said you wanted Sue, haven't changed your mind, have you?" Hank's face was beet red and he was making small, unintelligible noises, so I pulled half-way out and pushed in again to remind him that his fun wasn't over quite yet. "Ah, it's nice, isn't it? I love Sue to fuck me. Now lick my cock, you slut." Kerry pushed her cock into Hank's mouth. He was much more passive, clearly trying to cope with the pole in his rear. "Kerry, perhaps Hank needs some motivation." I nodded to his backside and Kerry quickly scooted over and started to rub Hank's cock which had practically retreated into his body. "Oh, poor Hank! Let me see if I can kiss it better." Kerry put some lube in her hands and massaged Hank's balls lovingly, while I very slowly moved my cock back and forth, letting him get used to it, and caressing his oily ass. Between Kerry on his balls and now his cock and my now gentle (more or less) actions inside him, Hank slowly seemed to recover his libido and started his moaning again, albeit very quietly. He held still while we had our wicked ways with him. "Is that better, Hank? Do you want Kerry to suck your little penis? It is little compared to ours, isn't it, Hank?" I thought a bit of humiliation wouldn't go amiss. "There, Hank, nice and slow now. Is that better?" I pulled my cock always entirely out of his ass and teased the entrance with the head. Kerry got into a rhythm on his cock and even pushed her head underneath to suck it, just a bit as we didn't want him to finish too early. Hank was now pushing back against me, my signal. I tapped Kerry to stop her sucking and she moved back around to Hank's face. "Oh Hank", I said, "you ready to suck Kerry again or should we stop and you go home now?" Hank vigorously shook his head and immediately shoved his mouth over Kerry's cock. I took that as a signal to start again on his ass.hHHASDFKJF The three of us were a sweaty, oily mess, and I needed completion. Kerry as well and she grabbed her cock and stroked it while gently fucking Hank's mouth. I picked up my pace and although was careful, for now, not to bottom out, I got a got tempo working and started to enjoy myself, working to a climax. Kerry decided to go all-in herself and used his mouth as I was using Hank's ass, and began fucking it, holding the back of his head as she pushed back and forth. I picked up my pace in response. "Uh, oh, Hank, do you feel me hitting your special spot? Can you? Deep inside? Oh, uh, uh, yes, I can feel it Hank, can you?" I was pushed hard now and going deep, hitting resistance. Hank was a mess, pushing back and letting Kerry fuck his mouth and throat hard, breathing noisily through his nose. "Yes, Hank, I can feel it now..." I went for broke and slammed into him, my large cock ramming into his virgin ass, hard and fast and deep, over and over. I held onto his oily hips and ass, slapping him around, pounding as hard as I can. Kerry mouthed, "Now!" to me so I redoubled my efforts. The sound of both of us slapping against, him, sweat and oil flying off, the smell of sex, come and sweat heavy in the air, pushed me further and with a few frantic thrusts I let out a blood-curding yell and pumped everything I had into his ass. Kerry did her trademarked delightful screech and started to pump her semen into his throat and pulled out to his mouth to fill it up. We kept up at both ends until we both had no more to give. I pulled out slowly, watching my white, creamy seed flow out of his abused, red hole, and fell back onto the bed. Kerry pulled out and wiped her cock all over his face. I decided to see if Hank managed to finish without help and, predictably, he had, as there was a puddle of come underneath his upturned ass in addition to my own still escaping his tortured ass. I quickly removed the spreader ball and Kerry took off the handcuffs. I was curious to see if Hank would 1) run out of the room screaming, 2) attempt some sort of violence against us, 3) start to cry like a baby, 4) threaten lawsuits and the police on us for rape, or 5) be cool about things. Somewhat to my surprise (I was betting on number 3), Hank was cool about everything. He said that it was the best thing that had ever happened to him, told us of his undying love and devotion to us both, asked if he could move in, etc. Kerry and I laughed and said it had been fun.