I think John was mentally prepared to watch his girl get fucked; however, I don’t think he was mentally prepared to witness the stark contrast between the sessions he’d been having and the sessions that Emma had been having.
His sessions were delicate and methodical. It was almost like a doctor’s appointment. Becca would go over to their place at a certain time, and they had a simple routine. He would undress, she would put on her gloves, and then she would begin to explore his asshole. It was slow and gentle for the most part, with meditation music, and the occasional mid-pace fuck with a dildo that Becca thrusted with her hand. Becca would deliberately and methodically edge him and finish him off with a handjob, giving him a powerful orgasm. She would then discard the gloves and make him clean himself up while she packed her things, preparing to leave.
During these sessions, Becca didn’t even undress. She was fully clothed. Typically, she would wear a sundress that showed some good cleavage, but John really didn’t get to see any of her goodies, and he certainly didn’t get to touch her. The only time he had seen Becca naked was the first time we’d cucked him on that game night but never again after that. It was loveless and certainly passionless. She basically gave him his nut as they’d agreed and then dipped.
Emma’s sessions, on the other hand, could not be more different. As soon as Becca turned around from John, she quickly ripped off all of her clothes and practically pounced on me. I’m 6’0” and pretty well built, but she pretty much tackled me onto the sofa. Emma quickly followed suit, tearing off her clothes, leaving her completely naked and showing off her gorgeous, freshly-waxed pussy, massive double D’s, and her fat fucking dump truck of an ass. She jumped on me, too.
Becca was aggressively grinding on my face, and I was attacking her clit with my tongue. Becca was moaning really fucking loud, begging for more, and you could really see the lust in her eyes while she rode me. Meanwhile Emma was violently throating my huge cock, sloppily slurping and slobbering on the entire thing, creating bubbles and covering my cock in her spit, and her enthusiasm was also very apparent. Becca came all over my face, letting out a long, drawn out groan, and then repositioned herself to help Emma blow me.
At this point, I got a glimpse of John’s reaction. His face was pure white, as if he had seen a ghost. This was just our foreplay, mind you. And it was passionate, sweaty, lustful, and… carnal. Nothing like he had been experiencing. Becca started giving more direction, as she loves to do, and eventually decided that foreplay was over. She ordered Emma to mount me reverse cowgirl and to lean back, exposing her clit.
Becca called out for John to undress, but he remained frozen. She immediately popped up and darted over to him, ordering him again. He didn’t move, as he was in complete shock.
She got right in his face, and outright commanded him: “Fucking do it. If you don’t, I swear to god…”
He kinda snapped back to reality, and slowly started taking off his cargo shorts and his shirt. Becca then split for our bedroom, re-emerging a minute later with her magic wand vibrator.
I expected her to come use it on Emma’s exposed clit, but she surprised everyone by giving another order to John: “Go lick her clit.”
John was stunned. He didn’t even know what to say. Finally, he stammered out, “I think she’d like the vibrator more.”
Becca brushed off his comment, responding “This vibrator is currently occupied,” as she pulled him up from his seat, stealing it for herself, and putting the vibrator on her own clit. “Go.” she commanded as she pointed at us.
John looked over towards myself and Emma. He stared at my heavy balls, flying up and down, and listened to my thighs clapping like thunder against his sweet girlfriend’s divine asscheeks. I was fucking her pretty hard, and Emma was close to an orgasm, near screaming.
“GOOOO” Becca urged, impatiently.
John wandered over to us and got down on his knees.
For the first time I’d ever seen, Emma gave him a command, “Suck it, baby!”
John hesitantly extended his lips and started sucking on her clit. Emma let out the loudest groan, and her legs started quivering. I felt his tongue grazing my cock as I slammed in and out of his girlfriend, and it honestly felt amazing. I was about to cum right there, as was Emma, when Becca ordered everyone to stop.
I did as I was told, and Emma slammed down on top of me, bottoming out on my cock. She was gonna cum, for sure. I thought there was no way she could hold it.
Becca leaped up and ran towards Emma, grabbing her face, staring deep into her eyes.
“Don’t cum yet, baby. Not yet. You don’t have permission, yet, don’t you cum. Hold it, hold it…” Becca didn’t think Emma’s orgasm could reach its full potential if she came now. She wanted to edge her longer.
We’ve done this before with Emma, and I’ve also worked on training her with orgasm control. It’s so fucking hot when we did this to her. Her eyes would be incredibly wide, and full of fear. Fear at the strength of the orgasm hanging there that is about to rip through her. It’s a powerful, scary experience. Also the fear of Becca’s wrath and disappointment if she disobeys a direct order.
“I.. can’t.. it’s too deep.. it’s too big…” she stuttered out, voice cracking, as her eyes welled with tears.
Becca started soothing her and encouraging her, “Shhhh, babygirl, shhhh. You’re okay, you can do this, just don’t cum yet, look into my eyes, look at me baby girl, don’t cum..”
After a few more moments, Emma started to relax, and she held on. She started to calm down and didn’t cum, and then she slowly climbed off of me, taking Becca’s instruction to lay down onto her back.
For any of you programmer nerds out there, John’s expression was like a code error:
InternalHardware Exception: Brain could not compute, potential short-circuit, please check status
For any of you non-programmers, basically this man could not process what the fuck he just saw.
If he thought that was crazy, then he really wasn’t prepared for what Becca had in store for him next.
Emma laid down on her back, and Becca motioned me over while helping to open her legs. We were about to do our favorite position, the r/matingpress. We had practiced optimized this position so many times that we pretty much had it down to an exact science. I now understood why Becca stopped us before: she wanted to show John the true power and limits of the female orgasm.
Becca had me press Emma’s legs towards her chest and instructed me to start warming her up. She then led John over, had him kneel behind Emma’s head, so that he could get a prime view of her reactions. She then took one of his hands and placed it on Emma’s cheek, and then she took the other and placed it just below her belly button. Becca then ran off to the bedroom to get more supplies.
I started slowly fucking Emma. She let out a loud gasp, and covered her mouth with her hand to avoid screaming. In this position, I used my cock’s upward curve to perfectly massage her g-spot during each stroke with my plump head, and when I bottomed out inside her, she was angled just perfectly so that my entire head slipped past her cervix onto the anterior fornix, a pocket of extremely sensitive nerves past the g-spot and in the deepest part of her pussy.
With his hand just below her belly button, John could feel my thick cock inside of her. He was able to feel the depths it pushed and how wide it stretched her out. He was completely in a trance, fascinated at this sight, able to somewhat comprehend the experience his girlfriend was receiving.
Emma let out a loud groan just as Becca re-emerged. “Good work, baby!” She said encouragingly. She had disappeared to our bedroom to grab some bondage materials. She used a rope to tie Emma’s arms back to the bottom legs of the couch and to each other. Afterwards, she bound Emma’s legs to each other and then to the bindings on her arms. At the end result, Emma was completely immobilized with her legs in the air and pulled close towards her chest. No matter how much she thrashed and writhed (which is dangerous, given that she’s a very strong girl), she wouldn’t be able to kick any of us off. Rather, she would just spasm in-place.
Once Emma was secured, Becca ordered me to pick up the pace. I did so, and I started clapping her cheeks again. Emma started alternating grunting and screaming. Becca put the vibrator on low and placed it directly on Emma’s clit, causing Emma to start struggling/writhing. I had my hands on each side of Emma’s waist and really started to pound her.
Becca started talking directly to John, “Do you feel it? Do you feel how deep it’s going? Can you imagine what that feels like?”
He didn’t respond to her. He just stared into Emma’s devoid eyes, though she couldn’t concentrate on anything and probably didn’t even notice he was there.
We went through our optimized edging routine until Becca decided that Emma was at her peak. We held her on the brink of orgasm for about 15 minutes, at which point she was full on crying, begging to cum. The weed really did something else to me, as I was pounding her harder than ever before, and I just felt so animalistic. I was growling a lot, biting her neck (which she loved), and really yelling some dirty things at her. I called her “my personal whore”, a “big cock disciple”, and that she should worship and thank me for this fucking. Her intelligent brain was totally gone, and her most primal instincts took over as she just agreed with me and started screaming at how amazing my cock is, that it’s fucking incredible, unlike anything she’s ever had before, and that it fit perfectly inside her. Once she started shouting all of those things, Becca told me to “send it” and gave explicit orders to Emma that she needed to cum. Emma did so pretty much immediately, as her whole body violently flailed and spasmed, though held by the restraints. Her pussy was like a vice, contracting so hard and tightly that I thought it might rip my cock off. John still had his hand on her abdomen and felt the strength of the spasms in her core as all her muscles contracted, and a flood of pleasurable chemicals were released in her brain. As the orgasm ripped through her, she cried out “thank you” a few times.
The weed, the setting, and her thrashing, tight pussy threw me over the edge. I said I was close, and Becca started screaming at me to fill her up, and let me tell you, did I ever fill her up. I hadn’t fucked Emma for 5-6 weeks now, and Becca had convinced me to save up my cum, and oh my god was it worth it. I plunged my cock into the bottom of Emma’s contracting pussy and erupted as deep as anyone ever will. My orgasm lasted anywhere from 45-60 seconds, and I must’ve pumped more than 15 powerful spurts as I filled her with the biggest load of my life. Becca massaged my balls and taint to help empty any remaining cum, and when I pulled out from Emma’s glistening pussy, cum immediately started overflowing out and down into her asshole. Becca scooped some up from Emma’s pussy with her index finger and sucked it off. She grabbed some more, and then placed it in front of John’s face. He shook his head, but she pressed on.
“Do it.“ Becca meant business as she stared down at him. “Show some respect.“
John sucked the cum off of her finger without further protest, but he made a face when he did it.
“Good boy,” she said as she patted him on the head and caressed the back of his neck.
I was fucking spent, and I had a strong headache from the power of that orgasm. My cock was still semi-hard and absolutely covered in a mixture of my thick cum and Emma’s cream. Becca called me over, and so I stood up and walked over around the sofa towards her and John.
I was stranding above them both when Becca said to John, “Clean him up. Show respect.”
John honestly just seemed horny and defeated. He didn’t even protest, just started sucking my cock, licking up the white glaze that was his girlfriend’s cream blended with my virile white cum. Becca ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed his back as he sucked on my head and licked his way down my shaft and around my balls. He got most of it after a few minutes, and honestly he gives some decent head, so I started to get hard again.
Becca watched him sucking me intently and with pride. She abruptly stood up and released a whimpering Emma from her restraints, letting her collapse on the sofa. She then turned back to John, and told him “Okay, it’s your turn. Time to fulfill your needs.”
Part 9 with johns needs coming soon and part 10 after that which is the very end/the aftermath of this arrangement.