Girlfriend Wants Me to Experiment

"You want me to do what?" I asked, the shock in my voice echoing back to me in the small bathroom.

My girlfriend, Carly, held my cock in her delicate hands as we showered. She continued to stroke me as she spoke. Water running down her freckled shoulders.

"I just want you to try it," she huffed. "I'm not asking you to marry him."

Carly spit, letting a strand of saliva fall to my cock head.

I shook my head. "No. No way."

Carly rolled her eyes. "How do you know you won't like it if you never give it a shot?" She put her foot up on the edge of the bath, angling her 5'2" body to rub my hard dick into her pussy. Her red hair fell in loose curls over her shoulder. Her green eyes were puppy-doggish and begging.

I clenched my jaw as she slipped my cock over her clit. Fuck, she feels good.

"I just know." I grabbed her hips, moving her up until my dick slipped into her.

She gasped.

"Not good enough," she said with short breaths.

She's grinding forward and backward, trying to reach her g-spot.

"Well, it's the only reason you're getting," I said as I teased her more. She was incredibly wet, and she felt like heaven around my cock.

"How about this?" She asked between gentle moans. "Would you suck a cock if I let you fuck my ass?"

Her ass? Fuck. Her pert bubble butt had had me drooling since I had first met her.

"Tell you what," I said. "I'll think on it."

She moaned in pleasure.

Let's clear some things up.

Carly and I had only been together for a couple of months, but she had already pushed me to be more sexually adventurous than I had been in any other relationship.

She had brought kinks galore into the bedroom, each time introducing me to something new. She'd even stuck a finger in my ass a couple of times, and I had to say it wasn't the worst thing in the world.

Her ultimate fantasy though was seeing her own boyfriend with another guy.

When she was on her own, she would only watch gay porn, watching two dudes lose themselves in one another.

The problem was that she was dating me, a straight guy.

She regularly took to trying to convince me to be more sexually flexible. So far, I had remained resolute.

But fucking her ass?

It was one of the few things that Carly said she had never tried, and I'd always fantasized about it since I first had discovered porn.

Plus, I wasn't homophobic or anything. I objectively knew that a dick was nothing more than just another part of someone's body, and there was no shame in doing something... like that.

The human body is nothing to be scared of.

That being said, I was still uncomfortable with the idea. It just wasn't me.

For Carly's ass, though, I decided I might make an exception.

Shit. I definitely would make an exception. It's not like I'd need to do it until the guy shot his load.

She really did have a great ass.

So, I finally agreed, but only on the basis that I would get to feel her ass around my cock ASAP.

She was over the moon.

Seriously, it was like watching someone win the lottery.

She started pacing around the house and furiously typing on her phone, trying to lock something in for that night.

"God, I'm so fucking wet. You just made me so fucking wet, baby," Carly said is she continued to type and walk.

I felt my cheeks get a little red. Did the idea of me doing this really turn her on this much? She was practically a certified nympho, but I had never seen her go feral like this.

"Got it!" She said, her voice filled with glee. "I got a friend of mine for 7 p.m. tonight. Your first time is going to be so so so special."

My cheeks turned even more red. "First time?" I asked. "You do know this is just so I can fuck your ass, right?"

She nodded, a smile still on her face. "Sorry," She said. "I misspoke."

Carly refused to tell me anything about the guy she invited over.

So when I heard a knock at the door hours later, my mind raced through the possibilities.

It was probably going to be somebody she knew, which narrowed it down quite a bit. Carly had several gay friends, all of whom were nice enough, but their femininity always put me off somehow.

Would it be Jon? Patek? Nate?

Carly bounced up from the couch and ran down the stairs to the front door.

God, she was excited.

I heard her talking to somebody, But when he responded, I was surprised. His voice was low. He didn't sound like any of Carly's friends I knew.

They walked up the stairs, and I saw the guy.

I felt a frog in my throat. Carly stood next to a tall and well-built man that I had never seen. His skin was dark, and his tightly coiled hair was trimmed into a beard and buzz cut.

Tattoos wound up and down his arms, and he wore an expensive looking watch.

"This is my friend from high school, Julius," Carly said. "He just so happened to be in town and is bi!"

My mouth was suddenly dry. Before, this had been an abstract idea. It was a means to an end if you'll excuse the pun.

Now, as this man smiled at me and reached out his hand to shake mine, the abstract quickly became concrete.

His grip was strong and warm as his hand engulfed mine.

"Hey, man," I said shakily. "How's it going?"

Carly rolled her eyes. "He's not here for small talk, dummy."

"No, it's cool," Julius said. His voice was a rumble from deep inside his chest. "I'm doing well. What's up with you?"

I shrugged, trying my best not to show how intimidated and nervous I was. "Just hanging out."

"Cool cool," he said. "So you've never sucked a cock before?"

My cheeks burned as I tried to stay casual. How could he be so nonchalant about this? "No," I said. "Never."

"And now he's about to!" Carly said, taking Julius' massive hand in her tiny one and pulling him toward the couch. She looked so small comparatively. I mean, she always looked short, but as I watch them walk hand-in-hand, it hit me how petite she really was.

Maybe instead it just showed me how massive Julius was.

She marched him over to the couch, bringing him around to sit as he chuckled. "Someone's excited," he said, smiling at her.

"You have no fucking idea," she said. Carly undid her pants once again and slipped them to her ankles in one smooth motion with her underwear, and both Julius and I noticed a large wet stain in the crotch.

"Damn. No kidding," Julius said, raising his eyebrows.

That left Carly in just a baggy T-shirt and fuzzy socks. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, her cheeks flush with arousal.

She pulled up the hem of her shirt as she sat on the couch next to Julius, letting her leg rest against his and exposing her wetness.

She moved her fingers down as she spread her thighs open, letting both Julius and I see her shaved pussy.

She said he had been bi, right? Not just gay? I wasn't the jealous type, but he was staring right at her as she began to slowly masturbate. He licked his lips before looking back to me.

"Come on, baby," she said to me, slightly pouting as she moved her fingers over her folds. "I think if you wait any longer, I'll cum again just from thinking about it."

Jesus. This was all going by fast.

Julius put one arm on the back of the couch above Carly, using the other hand to wave me over.

He wore thin black sweatpants, and I was pretty sure that I could already see a bulge down his pant leg.

I swallowed.

It wasn't how I had expected it to go. I had imagined that I would be blowing one of Carly's twinky friends, and after putting my mouth around a guy for like 30 seconds, I would be home free. This felt like a hell of a lot more than that.

It was still just a body though, right?

Julius grabbed a pillow from the couch and dropped it between his knees. "I don't mean to rush you," he said, "but I think Car might explode if you don't get over here."

"Car?" He had a nickname for her.

I looked at Carly. Her eyes kept darting from me to Julius, and from Julius to me. With the hand that wasn't toying with her clit, Carly was grabbing her modest chest, pinching and groping herself as she bit her lip.

I had never seen her like this.

Fine. Whatever. This was all just to feel that tight ass of hers after all.

With uneasy steps, I moved forward. It almost felt like I was on a boat, with the floor swirling and tilting around me as I walked toward Julius and Carly.

Carly nodded at me, still moving her fingers.

I took a breath. This wasn't that big of a deal.

When I reached the couch, I kneeled, settling myself on the soft pillow. I was still fully clothed, so this wasn't even that weird. It would just be like kissing a guy.

That's what I told myself as my heart pounded in my chest.

"Touch it," Julius said. His voice was low and breathy.

His knees were on either side of me, and I could smell his musky cologne.

I raised my hand, letting it move forward in slow motion, finally brushing against the bulge in the black fabric.

Holy fuck.

I could tell that he was big from just looking, but as I slowly let my fingers trace his shape, I realized just just how massive he was.

Through the thin cloth, I could feel the heat of his semi-hard cock. Already, I estimated that he was eight or maybe nine inches long.

"Don't be shy," he said. "It's not going to bite you."

I looked up at Carly, and I saw her eyes fluttering and her lips parting. She was already on the brink, and we had hardly started.

This really wasn't a big deal. I moved with more force, squeezing his dick through his sweatpants.

Blood rushed under my fingers as he swelled another inch.

My heart throbbed.

I had to swallow again. I fucking hated to admit it, but my mouth was watering.

Julius reached down and hooked his thumb into his elastic waistband, lifting his hips as he slid the polyester fabric down. In a slow, methodical fashion, he exposed inch after inch of his massive cock.

His dark shaft protruded from his trimmed black bush, thick and wrapped with veins. It was thick as a tube of toilet paper near the bottom, but as he revealed more and more, I could see that his dick grew in width slightly as it continued. At its widest, it was as thick as Carly's wrist, and I'd bet that it was as long as her forearm as well. He was circumcised, and his head flared out in a dramatic fashion, shiny and engorged. His balls were plump and round, two plums.

As the last of his dick was unsheathed, it bounced out, moving in hypnotic circles in front of me.

"Do it, baby," Carly groaned. She was thrusting into her hand now, riding her own fingers.

I blinked. This was nothing, right?

I leaned forward and opened my mouth wide, carefully steadying myself against Julius' thigh.

His cockhead brushed against my lips as he entered me, and when he touched my tongue, I got my first taste of his slimy, bitter precum.

Fuck. I had really done it. I had another man inside of my mouth.

I gently lapped my tongue over the soft and spongy texture of his head, and, thinking about what I always liked from Carly, I began to lick the slit of his cock.

He let out a low moan as his head tilted back. More precum leaked from his dick. "You're a natural, babe," he said. He moved his strong hand down his thigh to my fingers, pulling them toward his cock.

I got the message, and I moved my hand to the base of his dick, gently massaging and pumping as I kept his head in my mouth.

This was all a means to an end. That was all.

Suddenly I realized that my own erection was straining in my pants.

There was no way this was arousing me. It was just seeing Carly so turned on, right?

"You look so good with a cock in your mouth," Carly said.

Once again, my cheeks warmed.

Spurred on by their compliments, I tried to take Julius' dick to the back of my throat. I always knew it was my favorite when Carly did that.

It wasn't long before I gagged on it for the first time. My mouth filled with spit, and I got a little lightheaded. I had to scrunch my eyes to fight away the tears.

"Oh," Carly said. "I think he's fucking enjoying himself." She smirked as she continued to slip her fingers in and out of her pussy, but she moved a foot down, hanging it off the couch and putting it between my legs. Her heel touched my cock, and I shuddered. I was rock hard.

All the while, I continued to noisy slurp at Julius's dick. This was all for Carly's sake, so I might as well put on a show.

"I think you're right," Julius said. His voice was slow and strained, as if he was fighting an orgasm off already. He moved his fingers to my head, and he palmed it like a basketball. I felt so small at his touch.

He carefully encouraged me to go deeper and deeper until I once again gagged.

"Try to take as much as you can," Carly said. "You look perfect when you choke on it. Fucking perfect."

Her hand was speeding up now, and she was plunging four of her fingers in and out of herself as she bucked her hips.

"I'm gonna fucking bust he keeps doing that," Julius said. He moaned, and as if to punctuate his point, another stream of precum leaked onto my tongue.

I stayed in rhythm as he forced more and more of his dick into my esophagus, and each time I was able to take another centimeter before I gagged.

His veins felt so strange as his shaft slipped in and out of my throat. His cock's ridges and textures stimulated my entire mouth with every thrust.

I reached down to adjust my erect cock, and I found a large stain of pre-ejaculate soaking through my own sweatpants.

Fuck it. What was wrong with being a little gay?

Julius pushed my head down even more forcefully, and something in my brain flipped. I stopped resisting, and I felt a sudden surge of bliss as I let him use my mouth. Both he and Carly had said that I seemed pretty good at this. Maybe it wasn't something to be so apprehensive about.

As Julius continued to pummel my throat, Carly leaned into him. Her hand was moving wildly now, and I knew by her expression that she was on the edge. She was pressed up against his torso, and he moved his hand down from the back of the couch to her shoulder, pulling her even closer.

Then she turned her face to him, and they kissed, their tongues meeting and twirling against one another.

A kiss? My cheeks were on fire.

I had known that he was bisexual, and I could tell there was tension between them, but this wasn't part of the deal.

Still, I was ashamed to say, but I felt my dick grow even more hard. For some reason, the sight of my girlfriend being manhandled by a near stranger was sending shockwaves of horniness through my body.

Julius continued to bite Carly's lip as she spoke next. "I'm gonna fucking cum, "she said. I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Me too, Car, "he said.

Carly began to shake before crying out, practically screaming as her knees moved wildly. Her cheeks were bright red, and she arched her back like she was a woman possessed.

God. I had never seen her do that.

I started to myself pull off Julius' dick so he could finish too, but he held his grip strong. In fact, he pulled me down farther onto him, stretching my throat as the first thick stream of semen was dumped into me.

This time, I didn't gag. My eyes glazed over as he coated my throat with rope after rope of spunk, the hot liquid running down my tongue like nectar.

With only a moment of hesitation, I started to swallow, drinking down the fluid.

Julius slowed and pumped in and out of me a few more times before unsheathing his cock. He reached down and grabbed Carly's underwear, using it to clean up the thick layer of drool from his shaft before pulling his pants up.

I sheepishly wiped the spit from my chin, noticing that it had run down and soaked the front of my shirt.

"Nice job," Julius said. "Can't believe it was your first time."

"A natural-born cumslut," Carly said, still collapsed on the couch.

I blushed for the umpteenth time today. "Thanks, I guess."