John and I made small talk as we walked down the hall to the apartment. It felt strange seeing him outside of the gym, but I still knew him pretty well so it wasn't too awkward. I unlocked the door and pushed inside calling out to Cathy. Just as I dropped my gym bag, John pushed me up against the wall, catching me entirely by surprise. I looked across his thick forearm to see his eyes dancing wildly, his other hand went down to grope my crotch. Cathy came around the corner ,and I glanced over to see her wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties, holding a glass of red wine.
"Gents,"
John suddenly planted his mouth on mine, and I felt his five o'clock shadow against my chin. I felt my pants loosen and fall as he worked the bulge in my briefs. Any hesitance I had melted away the moment I felt a mouth on my cock. Cathy must have moved in on the scene, I thought. I felt a warmth around my shaft as my pants and underwear were worked off my body entirely, John had taken my wrists in his huge hands, and had pinned them against the wall. There was a fear and an excitement in me that I had never experienced before. My dick bobbed out of Cathy's mouth, as she seemed to be shifting her attention to removing John's pants. Still lip-locked with him, I couldn't tell if she was sucking him too, but I found myself curious as to what his penis looked like. Parting faces with John, his hand moved to my neck, and I found myself being maneuvered down the hall and into the bedroom, completely naked from the waist down.
I nearly tripped coming into the room, Cathy had moved onto the bed and removed her panties - her legs were spread open wide, hand working over her trimmed mound, and a furiously lustful look in her eyes. John pushed me over onto the bed, bent over with my ass exposed. I heard some movement behind me, before I felt his tongue lapping away between my cheeks. Cathy reached over my back to the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it off me, leaving me completely naked now. My cock rubbed against the bedspread as I felt John lick, and finger and pry my ass open. I could only imagine how my face must have looked to Cathy, screwed up and contorted in sheer pleasure. She still lay spread open playing with her pussy as I moaned like a little bitch at John's handiwork. I felt him removing his tongue, anticipating what was next.
A finger slathered in a cold cream wiped around my perineum and over my taint. More cream was added to the finger before it penetrated me. It was pulled out, and I felt my hole opened wide, allowing lube to be inserted directly inside of me. I had only ever had Cathy insert three fingers in me, and an anal toy we bought. I had no idea how big John was, or how this was going to feel. The tip of his head sunk into me, letting me taste a little bit of the sting. He pulled out, and I felt my hole close. His next gentle thrust put about an inch in, and I started to feel the discomfort. By the time I taken a couple inches I was crying and stomping my feet on the floor, trying to cope with the pain. John would pull out and my ass would contract, giving me a moment before pushing in again, each successive time, the pain would lessen. Despite the fury we had begun with, our rhythm had thankfully slowed, replaced by the intensity of the experience.
I looked up with glassy eyes at Cathy, who was panting and locked in a daze as she watched me being sodomized by my trainer - the trainer she had hired for me. I wondered how long she had planned this out, and why as John began to build up a pace. Cathy scooted forward presenting me with her soaking wet pussy, I arched my neck to taste her, and she pushed forward, giving me full access. My hands clenched the bedsheets as I licked at her puffy gash. Her hands grabbed my hair, and I sped my assault as John began to pound my ass.
The sensation at my rear had begun to change, the pain was intermittent now, but I had begun to feel some pleasure. There was the jolt of electricity through my lower half, every time John would hit my prostate - but there was also this other feeling that seemed to wash over me.
It was having another man, an older, stronger, manlier man grabbing me by the hips, taking control of my body, and filling me with his cock. The sensation of being the object instead of the aggressor, of being made to experience a different sense of pleasure than I ever had before. The thrill of the newness, of exploration, combined with the reality of being taken in front of my beautiful, dangerously sensual girlfriend - it was overwhelming. We had begun a journey of sexual experimentation that danced along the razors edge of deviancy - and I was finally there, getting fucked by a man, doing it with her... for her.
My body warmed with a variety of sensations as I drowned in Cathy's juices, my ass bouncing on John's rigid member. Cathy started those familiar sharp panting noises, and I tried to retain my focus on her. She jammed her hand atop her clit, rubbing away madly as I lost my tongue in her hole. I felt her quiver before I tasted what was to come. It started with a single gush of fluid, before she let loose a spray that painted my face. I had only ever made her squirt once, with my hand - having such a close up of the experience was intense. I felt dirty and humiliated and proud. I was so lost in the moment that I forgot about John, until I felt him pull his dick from my ass- pull off his condom and spray cum across my back.
I was empty, and broken in, and covered in juice and quim and cum.
John clapped a hand on my back. "Good work today," Before moving into the bathroom and turning on the shower. I looked up at Cathy's face, a half smile waiting for my full reaction. I moved onto the bed beside her, trying to figure out where everyone had finished on my body. I was still short of breath when she spoke.
"Are you mad at me?"
I was at odds trying to process what had happened, I loved sex, especially with Cathy. And the kinkier and crazier the better. But this entire experience had caught me off guard. Sure, it may have been a bunch of stuff that we had talked about over time, but I was never asked explicitly for consent. At the same time... I had always fantasized about being taken and used. Cathy had known that. We had spent a lot of time talking about our nastiest, dirtiest, most dangerous fantasies - and she knew what boundaries I was most afraid to cross. This experience with her and John. It was hot, and I had dreamt about something like that for ages.
Looking into her face as she waited for a response, those deep brown eyes - I was warmed. I had never been so intimate with a person in my life, and over and over again, I had given myself to her, entrusting her with my life. And every time she came through and made me better. I loved getting fucked. I loved eating her pussy while getting fucked. I loved shucking the bullshit male bravado, and just...feeling everything.
I grinned, and kissed her on the lips before speaking.
"I would do anything for you Cathy."