Loving With Friends Pt 09

Taking pictures of each other had got Dee and I worked up. Both of us had already been on edge, now we were practically ready to explode.

Frankly, we NEEDED to explode.

The phone had given me an idea.

I explained it to Dee as we were leaving our room. She quickly got excited, so we went and found Matt and Rachel. They were still in the kitchen. Matt was sitting at the table while Rachel was in his lap. Her top was on the floor with his trousers. He wasn't inside her. They were teasing each other. I wondered if they'd been waiting for us to go further?

"We have a proposition," I said. Both of them immediately looked excited. I took a deep breath. "We've decided we want to be your playthings. To submit to you. We could time it, like we did yesterday. We'll be yours for an hour, then we can take our time tonight." I put a hand up before either of them could speak. "We pair off now, and then call each other. Listen to each other. We can't see what's happening, only hear. We'll have to imagine it. Does that sound like a fun game?"

Rachel bit her lip. "That could be a lot of fun."

Matt was looking nervous. "You want to be our playthings? Are you sure?"

Dee smiled. I almost blushed. "Yeah, we're sure."

"We want to submit to you," Dee said, coyly. "If you'll have us."

"On this last day," I said, "for one hour, you can do anything. Push us."

Dee licked her lips. If she was like me she was as excited as she was nervous. "Yes please. Push us."

Matt's erection was both immediate and obvious. Rachel was looking at me hungrily. "I think we'd both love that." She looked at Matt. He nodded.

"Anything?" Matt asked, carefully.

Dee stared at him, then nodded. It was our last full day. There was a frisson in the air. I think we were all hungry for each other. For what we could all make each other feel and do.

We hashed out the details. Dee and I would shower, then I would go to our room and find Rachel. Matt told Dee to come find him in the lounge.

We took our time and washed each other in the shower. I soaped Dee's back and bottom, wondering if she was nervous. Neither of us knew what Matt might do with this opportunity. I think she was eager to find out. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Excited. Wet. Bit scared."

"Same," I smiled. "Do you really want him to push you?"

She shrugged. "I think so. I guess I want to know how far it goes. How much I like it. I like... I like trying new things I guess."

"It" seemed to be her coy name for her own submission. She enjoyed Matt's games. His more dominant persona. He took control in a way that made you feel so alive and in the moment. "You want to know your limits?" I asked.

She stroked my cock with a soapy hand. "I guess I like losing control. I didn't know that. I want to know what else I don't know. Does that make sense?"

I kissed her. "Absolutely. It's not just sex it's self-discovery."

She nodded. "The anticipation is almost the best part isn't it? It's exciting, not knowing what's coming."

"But knowing you're probably going to like it, even if you're not ready for it."

"Yeah. Then it's like someone else knows your body better than you do." She bit her lip. "That's quite a feeling."

"It is." I gave her a hug.

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other. We embraced and kissed again. It felt as if we were releasing each other. Surrendering each other to someone else's power. We would belong to other people, for a time. I held her tight. "Whatever you're about to do, I think you've both been building up to doing it. Embrace it. Have fun, baby." We smiled and then went our own ways. I watched her walk down the hall to the lounge in just a pair of white knickers and a bra. I thought of the look on Matt's face when she walked in, and smiled wider.

I walked into the guest bedroom to find Rachel sitting on the bed. The black strap on was lying next to her. It was the bigger one. She was wearing black stockings and black lipstick. I almost passed out in joy. She looked at me, and I could tell she knew what effect this sight would have on me.

"Here he is," she purred. "My butt boy. Out of your boxers and on your knees. Now."

I pulled my pants down. I got on my knees naked before her. She studied me for a moment. My eyes were riveted to her. She rubbed her stockinged legs, then brushed her fingers over her panties. She stood up and took two steps towards me. I was holding my breath.

"Pull my knickers down with your teeth. Quickly, dog."

Oh my fucking God. I shuffled forwards on my knees towards her. I caught the lip of fabric around her hip between my teeth and carefully tugged her panties down. To her knees. To her ankles. Until my face was pressing into the carpet.

She laughed. "Good boy. You may let go."

I let the fabric out of my mouth, and she stepped out of her underwear. "Kiss my feet while you're down there."

I was happy to. I admired the shiny black varnish on her toenails, then lightly kissed her feet. Gently, as I might a babe's cheek, I pressed my lips to one foot, and then the other. I felt like I was worshiping her, worshiping what she was about to give me.

Rachel sighed, but then she tugged at my hair and pulled me back up to my knees. I was faced with her lovely shaven pussy. I caught its light scent. The sweet smell of her sex. Her arousal.

"Now I'm going to mark you." She shoved my face into her pussy and rubbed herself all over me. My chin. My cheeks. My forehead. All touched by her mounting arousal. "Lick me," she ordered breathily. My tongue darted out as she continued to rub her scent over me. She adjusted herself, spreading her legs so that she could get more of my face between them. I licked hungrily, loving her taste. She pulled my mouth away, and just rubbed her slick pussy across my face. "Want to mark you," she muttered, huskily. "You are mine now, understand?"

I nodded happily. Her sex was on my tongue. In my nostrils. I could feel its presence wet and damp across my cheeks. Her scent was overwhelming me. Covering me. I loved it.

She stepped back and looked down at me. "Good boy. We can begin, then." She turned to the strap on, and started to put it on before me. She did up her straps with careful deliberation. She knew I was fixated on every movement. Every sound. That big black jutting cock was such an absurdly erotic sight. I was hard already just looking at it. She brought some lipstick over to me, and drew a big black R on my hip. "Mine," she said. Her voice was a wild breath of wind in my ear. My heart fluttered.

She reached down and brushed my shaven pubic area with her fingertips. "I like this. I like you soft." She gave me a fiendish smile and turned away.

Her phone was on the bed. She picked it up and called Matt. "He's here," she said. "Is Dee on her knees? Good." She looked at me. "Clock starts now."

Rachel walked over to me. "Say: I love you, Dee."

"I lo-"

The strap on was inches from my mouth. Rachel put a finger to my lips. "No. Say it like a cocksucker."

Oh. Oh God. I opened my mouth and she pushed the strap on in. I gurgled and moaned. I tried to say I love you. Rachel laughed. She pressed the speakerphone. "Can you hear that, Dee?"

"Yes."

"He's got a face full of my cock. You'll have to excuse the sounds." She used my mouth for a little, fingers clutching at my hair, then she turned around and bent over. "Lick my dirty ass." I eagerly shuffled forward. She moaned as my tongue pushed deep inside her. It tasted clean to me. I loved these flourishes she added to her control. She wanted to see if I would hesitate, and I did not. "Oh, he eats ass so good, does he rim you, Dee? Poke you like he's hungry? Yes, clean my dirty hole."

Dee's voice was breathy. "Y-yes," she said, "he's so good." God, I wondered what Matt was doing to her?

"Your turn, Dee," I heard Matt's voice. "Time to rim me."

"Yes, master."

Master? Oh wow, they were really going for it. I heard her voice become muffled, I imagined him bent over for her, her pretty face pushed into his buttocks. Oh my fucking God.

Rachel put on a show for our listeners. "Ugh. Deeper, Jim. Dirty fucking asslicker. Eat me. Serve me. Come on, Jim, if you don't do a good job I won't fuck you up the ass. We all know that's what you like. What you want. You dirty depraved boy."

I groaned. I was now jabbing my head desperately and repeatedly into her bottom. Tongue-fucking her puckered hole. Rachel laughed. "That got him working hard. Alright. Enough." She turned around and pointed at the bed. I shuffled over until I was bent over it. She got down behind me and spat into my arse. I moaned. "Ask for more spit."

I felt a twinge of embarrassment, but we had asked for this. "Please spit in my ass."

"Why?"

"Because it feels good."

She laughed. "And you want me to lube you up, right?"

"Yes," I said, "please."

She sighed. "Convince me you want it, butt boy."

I knew what she wanted. I wanted it too. The debasement. The handing over of control. "Please," I begged, "spit in my hole, get it wet for your big black cock. It belongs to you now."

"Your man pussy?"

Oh God! "Yes." My voice was hoarse. She was really going for it. I felt her spit again. She pushed a finger into me. I felt something else then, cold lube. I groaned.

I felt two fingers go inside me. "I could probably fist this," she said, softly.

Oh Jesus Christ. She adjusted herself, and her voice was a low whisper in my ear. "Shock Dee. Beg me to fist you."

I swallowed, nervous. "What?"

She leaned back and spanked me. Hard. My bottom flinched and I wriggled. We only had an hour, I remembered. This was a brief, and highly intense game. I took a deep breath. "Oh fuck," I said, loudly, "I said you could do anything. Go on, go on fist me. Fucking do it. I can take it. Anything for you." I wondered if I meant it? Probably.

She put three fingers inside me, which felt like more than enough. I gasped. I heard Dee gasp as well, either at my words or something that Matt was doing to her. "Jim," she said, her voice was shaking slightly. "Master's ass tastes so lovely. I love kissing his feet and cock. All of my holes are for his use now." Matt was whispering to her, feeding her submissive pledges. God, everything I heard only made me feel more and more delirious. "I work for cum," she said. "I live on my hands and knees now-" She then let out a loud moan. It was like he'd been teasing her while she talked, but now something had entered her. Wow. "T-thank you, m-master."

"Could you live on your hands and knees?" Rachel asked me, in a light curious voice.

"Yes, mistress." I hadn't called her that before. The word felt oddly warm. Comfortable.

Her fingertips ran down my back. "You lovely boy. Is that nice to say?"

"Yes mistress." It was.

She gave me a spank. "Say: thank you."

God, this felt right. "Thank you, mistress."

She giggled. "Louder."

She wanted to make sure Dee heard. I raised my voice: "Oh, thank you, mistress."

Her voice was a whisper that felt deafening. "What do you want, boy?"

"Your cock, mistress." Dear God, that was fun to say.

I felt more lube, and then suddenly the strap on was there, poking. Rachel pushed and it slid in. I gave a loud groan. Rachel's fingers were in my hair, pulling my head up. "Beg for it, buttboy."

She was pushing in deep, slowly opening me up for her use. God what a feeling. Painful, but it was knocking on multiple doors of pleasure, all of which I knew would gladly open. "More. More. Please." I groaned.

"Mistress." I got a spank.

"More please, mistress, please."

Rachel laughed, then she reached down and ended the call. "We'll let them call us," she said, "when they're ready. He's going to really push her hard, I think." She fucked herself deeper into me, as she carried on conversationally. "I wish I could push you more. Perhaps if I had a bigger strap on. Would you take it like a good boy? Let me really stretch you?"

I nodded, biting into the sheets. I couldn't imagine the pleasure getting more intense. Was that possible?

"You'd try, wouldn't you? If I wanted to stretch you with my massive cock?"

My submissive assent was muffled by the fabric. "Mmff."

"I might fist you, actually. It's a big leap, but then you are such a fucking pervert. I've never done it, and this is such a hungry asshole..." Her fingernails raked down my back. I shivered. "We've been talking about you. Matt thinks you're a sub, I think you're more of a switch, like me. He thinks you're just a sissy cockwhore." Oh God. I wondered if any of this was true, or if she was saying it to push me? To reveal something. The thought of them both talking about me like this, speculating about me... It made me dizzy. I just let her pump idly into me, feeling waves of pain and pleasure bump into each other. Her dry tone and humiliating subject matter were melting my brain. "Is Matt right?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say.

She pumped into me with a deep hard stroke. The jolt of pain was electric. Shameful. Hot. "Answer, bitch. Is he right?" Rachel snapped.

I groaned. "Maybe."

She laughed. She reached down and hugged my back. "God I love you, Jim. I have learned so much about you, but you always surprise me! You really are so naughty."

"I could be your cockwhore," I muttered, quietly.

"You're bent over for cock, right now, silly boy. You were a cockwhore when you got to your knees." She gave me a deep firm pump. I gasped. "Say it properly." There was a new, slightly harder tone in her voice. I shivered. I loved it.

"I'm your cockwhore," I said.

"I'm fucking you wide open with my cock."

"Yes." She spanked me. Hard. "Ah! Yes, mistress."

"Fucking you open for more cock."

Oh God. "Yes mistress."

"You love my big black cock, don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Feels good?"

"So good. So nice."

"There's a good boy," her voice was soft and playful again. She rubbed my back and paused inside me. Her voice was sing-song and light. "Such a good boy. With your gaping bottom. All bent over and meek. You're so pretty, taking me so deep. Such a good boy."

Her words, her tone, made me tingle and glow. "You are breaking my little brain," I muttered.

She laughed again. "Good. That's what a good push does." She paused, thoughtfully. "If Matt led a bunch of men in here, would you suck them all? Think of all the cum."

"Yes, mistress." I said it without thinking. A group of absolute strangers? Hell no.

And yet...

"No hesitation. Spoken like a true slut." Rachel picked up the pace. Pumping me in. Out. In. Out. Deeper. Faster. My mind began to float. The room felt small and hot with sweat, with increasing excitement. It was an island of bliss with its own rules, and the world was far far away. "Hmm, yes Jim. My bukkake boy. All those men spunking over you. You'd like to roll and play in cum, wouldn't you?" Her thrusts were so intense the combination of pleasure and pain was startling. I could tell she was incredibly turned on, almost as much as I was. She was pushing me more and more. "Yes," I said.

She spanked me again. "Yes, mistress."

"Louder!"

"Yes mistress!"

"Say it!"

Her hands dug into my hips. She was pushing in and pulling out, taking long deep strokes. Oh God I was tender. I was close. She was just playing me like a familiar instrument. Fuck it. I didn't care. I wanted to be anything she could imagine for me. "I would play in cum, roll in it."

"You'd let them pump you full of sticky warm spunk?" she asked, pushing.

"Yes, mistress!" I gasped, gladly. "Let them pump me full of sticky spunk! All of them!"

Rachel smiled.

Suddenly I heard Dee's voice. "Oh wow, Jim. Wow."

Startled, I looked down and saw Rachel turn off the phone, for real this time. She slowed down her pace. "Good boy, that was very good. Now get on the bed."

My mind was reeling, I did as she said. She pulled out of me long enough to let me crawl up onto the bed, then Rachel worked herself back into me more slowly. I think she was enjoying the sight. The feeling. Her voice was soft and slow as she considered me. "I've always wanted a boy to fuck. Just a nice submissive bent over boy slut who just loves to take it. You're a dream."

"So are you," I groaned, pushing back.

Rachel stroked my back. "Dee had a gag on during all of that," she said. "All she could do was listen. Can you imagine her face as she listened to you?"

Oh my God. I shook my head. "You two are insane!" They were too good at this. And they hadn't even had time to prepare. Unless, of course, they had been thinking about an opportunity like this for years. How many long nights had they laid in bed, swapping fantasies about what they'd do with another couple to play with? We had volunteered to be their playthings. They must have been so excited.

I felt Rachel lower her hand and stroke the skin around my cock. "Smooth boy. So soft." I liked this strange role reversal that was happening. I became subtly softer as she became harder, more aggressive. "Bet you'd like me to paint your nails, make you pretty?"

I bit the pillow at another hard thrust. "Mmm."

"Make you a girl and fuck you?"

My mind was spinning. "Uhh. Y-yes."

She kissed the back of my neck. "One day, baby. I could do all sorts of things to you. If you let me."

"Yours," I mumbled, "it's all yours."

"You liked dressing up last night didn't you? In Dee's panties and stockings? You loved the feel of them, didn't you?"

It was true. "Yes mistress."

"Had you done that before?"

"No."

She gave me a spank. "Be honest with mistress."

Oh God. She had absolute control over me. I would have told her anything, happily. "Just thought about it. Once or twice. When I was younger."

"And never again?"

Had I? "I don't know."

Rachel gave me a deep fuck. Oh it felt wonderful. There was no pain. Just the feeling of being pleasurably full. The constant glow of pleasure. "You don't lie to this cock."

"Uh. I've thought about it.

"Being pretty? Dressed up?"

These were not thoughts I had ever truly unravelled. I didn't know how to answer. I think she realised this. She stroked my back. "Good baby. You looked so pretty the other day. You should do it more. Send me pictures. I want to see you blossom." She gave a soft laugh. "Shall we call you Blossom? Will you be Blossom for me?"

Oh my God. This was beyond anything I had expected. I had no idea what the idea meant, where it would go, only that it made me feel incredibly happy. "Yes please."

Rachel stroked my hips, it was a nice, comforting, gesture. "Good. I expect pictures from Blossom."

"Yes mistress."

"We can have private chats, me and Blossom."

I groaned. "I- she would like that."

"Poor girl, probably doesn't even know what sort of girl she is. What she likes. What she wants."

"N-no, mistress."

"We'll take good care of her." Rachel leaned down, her fingers wrapped around my cock, she began to jerk me and thrust into me at the same time. Feeling two different parts of me light up in the same way was incredible. She lightly pulled back my foreskin and rubbed my head. So many pleasurable sensations were competing for my focus, it was astounding.

The phone began ringing after Rachel had settled into a good rhythm. She let my cock go and reached for the phone. "Here we go," she said. She answered while she was fucking me. She listened and then laughed. She pressed a button and put the call on speaker. I heard Matt. "Hey honey, how is your plaything?"

"Fucking lovely. Getting stretched good. Is Dee being a good girl?"

"Oh yes. We thought you'd like to listen."

Rachel stroked my back. "Would you like to hear Dee?"

"Yes please," I moaned. The anticipation of hearing the phone ring, hearing Dee again, had been slowly driving me nuts.

Matt sounded strained, as if he'd been exerting himself. "He can hear you. Describe yourself."