From not two inches away from my face, the cheeky young woman smirked at me and watched me move and emote. She liked when I took sharp intakes of breath, she liked when my eyebrows went up, she liked when I snatched my lower lip in my teeth, and she liked when I lost focus of her.
She always pushed me back to her as the centre of my attention, but her smirking face clearly loved it when something tempted me away from her stare.
It was like she clearly knew the meaning of every twitch. She probably did.
She gleamed at me and tickled my nose against hers and talked to me in throaty stage whispers.
"You feel him yet?" It was a question with an obvious answer, she didn't need me to respond. "We talked about how this works before you showed up, so I'll catch you up."
As she lovingly spoke to me, she let her fingers and palms search my tummy, nipples, neck, and she sniffed and kissed my face and neck as she spoke to me. She somehow made me feel like something fun to taste, anywhere.
"My ass is just a little too tight for my husband, except in really special occasions. Hence, here you are. Plus, my beloved enjoys looking at cocks as much as I do, so you're a cute little show for him." I felt my ass flex a little at that, and I heard a grateful gasp behind the woman arching over me. The lubed-up shaft playfully sliding along my crack was for a moment grabbed and massaged.
I glanced back and saw a slightly older man torsion his pelvis around, and his very happy long shaft of a pretty cock slipped around parts never touched by another.
"But we've learned some things about asses, and we want you to be happy too, so here's how putting a cock into an ass really works, my friend. Here's what my husband is about to do to you."
I watched the bodies in the room with me and I realised the attraction I felt for each of them was mutual. The excited attraction they had felt days ago as they watched me masturbate over the computer had suddenly made me feel very attractive.
They really wanted me.
They experienced that desire as a couple.
And when I bashfully told them that (as a loving couple enjoying me together) they could have whatever the heck they wanted, they took me up on the offer on a level I hadn't ever anticipated.
I had just barely had the courage to give them my Yes.
Now, this woman's torso was straddling me, with her lower half supported by her hip on my right side and her head supported by her elbow on my left side. She stayed so close to me that her tightly-curled brown bangs tickled my face as she briefed me.
"I know you must be nervous, that it'll be uncomfortable. I get that. But in real life, a cock is like a vampire. It doesn't come in until it's invited. My husband's cock is going to stay outside, until your ass asks him to come in."
Something shifted, in synch with my surprised arousal at the idea. The head on my crack was ensnared for a moment by the outer folds of my asshole, and I have no way of knowing whether it was me or him that massaged the head in circles around the hole before it sprung back up and began searching again.
My vision unblurred and I rediscovered the naked woman above me again. I had no idea how I had spent a moment not noticing or caring about the presence of her perfect legs, perfect breasts, and kissable freckled cheeks, but she seemed delighted that I had just abandoned her to my momentary trance.
She knew. Allison knew.
"Do you understand yet cutey?" She stroked my testicles with delicate love as she elaborated. "My husband isn't going to fuck your ass. Your ass is going to fuck him." For the first time she gave me a full kiss, and I was shocked by the strength of her as she controlled me through it. The softest her voice had been yet, she said, "You're going to go from unexplored virgin to orgasm of a man's life." Her peck was softer this time. "And then you get to choose what happens to your pretty cock, okay?"
She didn't kiss me for a while after that. With fascinated eyes and a thoroughly pinker face, she watched me squirm in sensation and thought. I watched her gratefully as though the touches were from her, but the powerful shaft was quite a different feeling than the satiny breasts she let me hold. The cock-owner had a different sexual personality than her: he was patient and soft, but the exploration was more hungry than playful, searching, taking feelings from my body. The wife of the man about to fuck me just tasted and fondled me with her thanks.
After some sliding up and down, the beginning folds of my hole caught onto him again, and he gently stayed. Without choosing to my legs rose up some more, and the cooing smiling woman noticed all of it. The outer rim of my hole had caught his very tip. And we stayed there, and I was nervous then. I already felt like I couldn't open more.
"This is the fun part. You're going to feel a muscle you've never noticed before. And that muscle is going to choose when my husband comes in. That tiny muscle is going to stroke my husband, and that tiny muscle is going to take my husband's cum from him into your body. It's going to do everything. Everything."
Without a movement from the shaft, something new changed. The soaked cock suddenly became far more slippery, and far warmer, right where I had captured him. I realised that a shot of precum had just coated my ass, and when my ass flexed, it squeezed his tip again and again, and every time the flex ended he was just a tiny bit further in me.
This tiny little amount of motion made my face shake back and forth, arch up and down, and the naked woman atop me watched me for a Yes or a No about it all, and when my teeth grazed my lower lip again, she grinned at me. Her hand reached way back, and a shock went through me as I felt my foreskin circled. The feeling relaxed something in me and the shaft of the husband slipped a tiny bit further in and corkscrewed around a little bit.
Still watching me closely, she brought her finger to her mouth and drank her prize of precum. My precum. And then gave me a single little tonguey kiss.
I felt more slipperiness, more warmth, along my ass. My asshole got a little bigger, without hurting, before closing again.
"You feel it now, don't you? The ring inside the ring? The second asshole, the one that only opens when it feels safe?"
I nodded and barely whispered "yeah".
"Dan's not going to push into you. It's going to happen all on its own, and it can take as long as it needs to, sweetie." As my ass and her husband's shaft slowly, gently danced together, the grateful wife on top of me slid her fingers and palm along my shaft and balls, catching and gathering precum as I made it, and tasting and sharing it with me.
After she gave me another little nose-nuzzle, she called gently behind her, "How's life, hon?"
A whispered rasp from another dimension came,
"Oh my god... This is just the best."
The moment went on and on. In those early minutes, it was a happy surprise when he found what apparently were my favourite spots, and with a gasp and a heave and a little thrash something I was just beginning to understand flexed on and off and on and off, and after each event I was, repeatedly, more open than I knew I could be and stay. Painlessly. It was A LOT, it was intense, but my body had no protest to offer, not like it did with my hungry experiments alone.
And there was more than this one 'muscle'. A whole network of muscles, including my hips and legs, were participating in a little dance for this cock, a dance I apparently already knew, and I noticed that the down stroke of this dance curled the penis around in a corkscrew that tended inwards.
My ass had the coreography of movement to bring cocks inside it.
It always had.
All asses always had.
As I realised my ass literally had the instincts to please cocks, I trusted it to choose.
And something unlocked. And everything became more intense.
I gasped again and made a throaty groan at the wife watching me, and searched her for understanding. Allison watched me knowingly and called back "There he goes!" and in little pulses in my ass that my chin danced to in upwards little thrashes, I opened to and grabbed the cock, again, again, again, again, and he wasn't pushing. He never thrusted once. My ass, supported by sweat, lube, precum, and my dance, was beginning to invite a cock inside.
And another grab came at the outer edges of my ability to tolerate, and this one was slightly slightly easier, and an enormous bulb of a presence was no longer outside. I was close to relenting to the intensity, but nothing happened for a moment, and my body allowed me to calm and breathe. As my cheek was lovingly stroked, there eventually came a relaxed enough breath that my ass opened for her husband again, and, the head having passed, the intake was longer, each pulse took more at once. The intensity didn't grow any more, but it moved further and further inside of me.
The naked woman wasn't watching my face anymore. Her head was turned away, and I watched her breasts heave in rasps, and I watched the seductive hidden depths between her tightly curled legs. And my own cock felt large fingers. The fingers didn't start masturbating me, but they were exploring the length. I think he was arousing himself emotionally, reminding himself that he was fucking a man, letting himself see his wife's happy face and his new acquaintance's happy cock at the same time.
The feeling wouldn't stop growing. The flesh inside me felt so new, baby-new, like it had never felt anything before, like one wrong move would turn the whole event into something I'd hate. But he was gentle.
Allison returned to me in a rush. "Come see!" she said in a happy conspiratorial whisper. She helped me up a bit by the neck, and I came closer to Dan's torso, saw his smiling spell of a state. She beckoned me to look down. She and I watched together. Just below my balls, I saw pubic hair that wasn't my colour. As I twisted and pressed (without choosing to), I saw just the very very base of a shaft escaping into my body.
Dan's wife kissed my cheek proudly. "Let your body do it now. Don't hump him my love. Just listen, it'll happen."
A long moment passed. All three of us breathed, watching the cock and the ass. Something in some unknown depth became warmer again, and a slippery corkscrew began, and we two men swooned vulnerably and danced a little together, both overwhelmed and joyous and nervous and bashful as our bodies stole this moment from each other. He didn't slide back out, we just stayed close and swiveled.
Distantly I noticed one adorable, psychedelically aroused young woman licking the occasional nipple and kissing the occasional neck of either of us. As I arched back by instinct and let my dance move him around in me by sharper angles, this wonderful woman who had reached out in her husband's name that weekend now plunged my inexperienced shaft deep into her mouth and enjoyed me. Through a long, long moment that would never have been long enough, my same dance that softly fucked a husband's cock softly fucked a wife's mouth. For long years it was sexually the most perfect moment of my life.
She rose from my cock with an apparent hunger for her husband's kiss, and, tucking her long curly bangs behind an ear, she took her husband's neck and kissed him, long and elaborately. I realised that it was his first taste of me.
