"But you think I have a thing for men, huh?"
"No. I don't think you've thought about it. My bringing it up has put it right there in the front of your mind, though, and I don't see you running away. In fact," she paused, looking down at my pants, "I think it turns you on a bit, doesn't it?"
I looked down and found myself horrified to see the erection that I hadn't even acknowledged had grown there. My mind scrambled for something to say, but I was at a loss for words.
Gina simply rose, and strolled to the phone. She dialed, waited, and spoke.
"Tim, could you come back? Sam wants to talk some more, I think."
I sat there on the couch, red as a beet. I felt completely helpless to change the direction of any part of this conversation, this situation. Gina's cool, calm, control had returned, and the vulnerability I'd seen in her eyes was gone, now. In its place was pure lust that I'd never seen there before. I knew then that I would do whatever it takes to fill her need.
She got me a beer, and it was gone almost as soon as it hit my hand, so she got me another one. I was sipping it when Tim returned, grinning obscenely as he entered the room.
Gina had moved to a rocking chair. She was sipping a beer as she watched Tim settle in beside me on the couch.
Tim reached into his pocket, and took out a small package. He opened it carefully, and I could see white crystals in a small plastic bag. He poured the entire contents on the glass-topped coffee table, and started the ritualistic chopping of the cocaine. I sat silently as he prepared it into several lines, my eyes going from his handiwork to Gina and back again. Gina's eyes were glistening as I'd never seen them before, almost like she was in a trance state.
Tim hadn't spoken a word since his return, he just hummed a little tune as he worked. With a flourish, he pulled a little straw out of his pocket. I noticed it was a fast food straw. He unwrapped it, cut it in two with his little razor blade, and handed me a half.
I glanced at Gina. Her eyes were all over the two of us, and I was beginning to feel more like an object than a person. This was a new feeling for me, and I found myself getting into the role of performer. I took the straw, and snorted two long lines up one nostril rather quickly.
Tim took his straw and repeated my actions, then he wiped his finger on the table top, and ran it over his gums. His finger returned to the little rails of dust. He gathered some up, and put his finger in my mouth. My eyes flashed to Gina, and I sucked on his digit slowly, feeling the drug's effects rapidly spreading throughout my body even as the stuff numbed my tongue.
He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could taste the bitter numbing coke on my tongue as his hands began to roam over my chest. He was tweaking my nipples just like I would have done to Gina. Suddenly, I felt very feminine, and very passive. I leaned back, placing my hands on Tim's shoulders as we continued the kiss. He was squeezing my pecs like they were breasts. My cock was hard as it's ever been, and it felt uncomfortable, the way it tented up my pants. My feet came off the floor, and my legs rose, trying to get my cock to point in a more comfortable direction. His hands went right to my ass, and I froze up for a second as he gripped me very tightly there. My fingers were digging into his shoulders, but my legs stayed right where they were. It was like my body was offering my ass up to Tim without any approval from me. A low moan escaped me before I could rein it in.
Tim broke our kiss, and my eyes went self-consciously back to see Gina staring at us, her eyes wide, her hands gripping the arms of her chair very hard. Then Tim's fingers began brushing across my ass, teasing toward my hole through my jeans. He was kissing and sucking at my neck, now, and I was helpless in his grasp, my breath coming in little gasps as he had his way with my fully clothed form.
"Stand up," he whispered.
"I don't know if I can," I breathed shakilly.
He deftly opened my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock.
"Stand up," he repeated, and this time I complied.
"Take off your shirt," he ordered, and as soon as I had done it, he had me remove the rest of my clothing.
Tim sat back, and I could almost feel his eyes moving over me. He directed me to turn around by twirling his finger, and as I turned, he ordered me to stop.
I was facing Gina, our eyes locked. Tim pushed on my back, and I found myself bending over for him, still keeping eye contact with Gina. I felt Tim's hands roaming over my legs, then they ran up the inside, and he cupped my balls. He reached further forward, and grasped my aching member, and pulled it back between my legs. This forced me to bend even lower, and my eyes left Gina's. I gasped as I felt his tongue, then his lips on my cock. I found myself rocking back and forth like I was getting fucked, as he sucked my cock. My hands went to my knees to steady my position. His mouth left my cock, but he stroked it in his hand while he sucked my left ball into his mouth. I gasped again as I felt his warm breath through his nostrils right on my asshole. I was feeling even more vulnerable with my ball in his mouth, which in turn made me feel even more feminine, for some strange reason. Evidently, femininity equates to vulnerability, in my mind, and as that thought flew through my racing mind, Tim let my ball fall out of his mouth, and he stuck his tongue in my ass.
If he hadn't had a good grip on my cock, I would have fallen over at this point, but he was actually using my cock to pull my ass into his face. I'd never experienced such a warm pleasurable invasion in my entire life. My hands left my knees, and went to spread my ass cheeks, all without a single volatile thought from me. My legs were shaking.
"Go get on the bed. Wait! Take another line first," he suggested. his finger swiped up a line, and he pushed it directly into my asshole. Then his tongue returned, and I felt the warm numbing that both the tongue and the drug brought, as I used my straw to snort up another line.
My legs felt like rubber straws as I climbed into the bed in Gina's room. Tim and Gina soon followed me, Tim holding a towel. He put it on the bedclothes under my knees, and then stood and stripped himself off. Gina sat in an overstuffed chair, spun it around, and continued to watch us, as Tim stepped up to wave his rather large cock in my face.
"Give us a kiss, then," he purred, as he gripped the back of my head and guided me to suck the thing.
The warmth on my tongue, the velvety smoothness, and the power of the flexing muscle, were the first impressions I got as I sucked my first cock. As my tongue danced on the pulsing rod, I searched for a flavor, but the coke had numbed all taste from my mouth. I was thankful for that, in a way, as he began to pump into my face like he was fucking me. The numbing drug did keep me from gagging, and I found myself actively slurping him as deep as I could into the warmth of my mouth. I kept getting these flashes of femininity in my mind, and I suppose that that's the only way I could cope with it all, to be "like a girl." I found my fingers were digging into his asscheeks as I guided him in my mouth.
"Okay, my turn," Tim gasped, pulling his cock out of my lips.
I lurched forward & gave it one last lick, my eyes meeting Gina's again as I smiled at her. Her expression was one of deepest concentration, and I felt like my smile was silly, so I looked away as Tim guided me to lie on my back.
He knelt between my thighs, dipped his head down and sucked my entire length into his mouth and throat. No one had ever done that to me before, and my inhalations were more like sobs as my body shuddered in new pleasure. My hands went to his head. His hands went to my nipples. He pinched them roughly, and I grabbed his hands as I thrust my cock to deeper regions in his mouth. He let go of my nipples, and I frantically rubbed the pain out of them as his hands went everywhere at once, it seemed. Then they zeroed in on my ball sack, and then to my asshole. I glanced to Gina with my hands palming my "tits." Her eyes were on Tim, then they locked onto mine. Her lips curled up into the barest hint of a smile as she ran her hands over her own breasts, echoing my motions. I again felt myself blush, but kept my hands where they were, and watched as her right hand dipped into her sweatpants. Her eyes closed for as moment as I could see her clearly diddling herself, and when they opened again, our gazes remained locked on each other.
Tim's hands slithered behind my knees, and he was raising my legs up high. I knew what he wanted. I didn't want that. I couldn't stop it if I tried. My body began to curl up to give him access wherever he wanted it, and soon his tongue was fucking my hole again. I was breathing like a locomotive, and Gina was obviously enjoying the show as she shuddered in silence, her eyes closing for a split second before returning to the scene before her.
Tim's finger was penetrating me, and that worming tongue was all around my flexing portal. Suddenly, Gina rose, went to a drawer of her nearby desk, and soon she arrived at the bedside to deliver a jar of lubricant to Tim. Her eyes twinkled at me, and I knew I had to do this for her. She wanted it. Not me. This was for Gina. That's where my mind was as Tim smoothed that slippery stuff onto and into me. I felt myself relaxing for it, nay, pushing back onto his questing fingers. How many were in me, I wondered. The numbing coke was starting to wear off, and I was trying to count them, to feel how spread open I was, as I continued my stimulation of my own nipples without even recognizing it.
As Tim placed my ankles on his shoulders, and settled in to a good fucking position, my mind started to panic. This wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind when I'd agreed to all of this. I'd expected to maybe suck his cock, give him a hand job, and get the same in return. I didn't feel ready for an old-fashioned ass fucking in front of the woman I wanted to bed, yet there I was, displayed for her perusal, open, and, yes, eager for it on some level. That spongy cock-head rubbing around my sphincter felt so warm, so soft, so smooth, so good, I couldn't seem to help myself. I looked down to see my hands spread open, my fingers splayed wide, as my palms were rubbing in circles over my nipples. Then Tim pressed his cock in, and it popped through my last line of defense before I could even think of resisting. All of his teasing and playing at my ass just seemed to make it perfectly pliable, open for his desire.