Becca actually then suggested a quick break to recover. She grabbed some waters, Gatorade, and some snacks for each of us. She helped Emma recuperate and gave me some strength back. John was still shell-shocked, but Becca gave him some Gatorade and told him to drink up and get ready.

Eventually, it was go time. Emma had regained her composure well enough to sit up and start to watch. Becca went back to our room and came out with lube and latex gloves.

She then instructed John to get in a table position on all fours while putting on the gloves. He did so, and Emma watched with disgust as Becca lubed up her fingers and inserted them into John’s asshole. John let out a muffled groan and dropped his head to concentrate on the sensations.

John, almost out of breath, asked, “do.. you.. have.. any.. toys…..?”

Emma shook her head.

“Yes, of course!” Becca proclaimed, popping up and running into our room.

She quickly came back out looking disappointed, “Actually, we don’t have any toys here :( I think I left my bag at your place.”

She then put resumed fingering John’s asshole. It was actually pretty fascinating to watch. He was really moaning and pushing his hips back into her fingers, and he really seemed to enjoy it.

Becca then asked John, “Would a toy feel better?”

Emma quietly interjected, “No.”

But John contradicted her with an enthusiastic, “Yes!”

Becca then announced, “Okay, I actually think we might have one toy here.”

She then put some lube in her free hand and started rubbing it around my cock, getting me hard again.

Seeing this, Emma’s eyes looked like they were going to burst out of her head. A fire rose within her, and she shouted out “NO!”

John oblivious to what was happening behind him, exclaimed “What?!”

“These are about his needs,” Becca started, ignoring him. “He’s going to cum hard. I guarantee it. It’ll happen in less than 5 minutes.”

Emma rejected Becca’s prophecy, “No he won’t!”

Becca challenged Emma, “Let’s make it a bet,” as she tugged on my cock, guiding me into position behind John, ready to mount him.

Becca got me hard and lubed up, and John was horny as fuck, really throwing his hips back into Becca’s fingers. Becca gave me a passionate kiss, looked deep into my eyes, and whispered to me, “I love you so much.”

Becca then took her fingers out of John’s asshole and walked over to Emma, guiding her to sit at eye-level in front of John, similar to the first night I fucked Emma doggy style. She was positioned at eye level with him so that she could stare deep into his eyes and see every reaction and expression.

Emma’s face was one of pure disbelief and concern. She really did not want John to enjoy this. She really hoped he wouldn’t find it pleasurable and that he would stop it soon.

Fully lubed up, I pressed the tip of my cock onto John’s asshole, grabbed his hips with both hands, and started to push myself into him.

Becca said once I put my hands on his waist, he immediately realized what was happening, and his eyes went wide with fear. He had taken a dildo replica of my cock before, but he had never taken the real thing.

I think back to what Becca said our very first night together with John and Emma, “‘other things’ aren’t the same as real cock.” That statement rings so true. John felt the width and pressure of my thick cock and started to flail, trying to crawl away, but I Becca held him in place while I entered him. Once I has halfway in, his body relaxed and he let out a long groan of pleasure. Emma knew she had lost at that point.

John then continued to relax and actually started pushing his hips back into my cock, and I quickly bottomed out inside him. He was gripping Emma’s hands extremely tightly when I started to pick up my pace and truly fuck him. I started off slow, but as I increased my pace and clapped his little cheeks, his grunts turned into squeals. Squeals of pure delight. Becca was timing with her stop watch, and just after the three minute mark, Emma saw John’s whole body start to tense up. After a few moments and some really loud grunts, his entire body began to shudder, and I felt his asshole start contracting even tighter than Emma’s pussy. Emma’s face was one of pure disappointment as her ‘man’ lost himself on a fucking cock. She just stared at John in disbelief. He tried to be romantic and say “I love you” as he was cumming, but she just watched him, mouth agape in disappointment.

I was so engulfed in the scene in front of me that I didn’t even notice Becca until I heard her roar in the chair off to the side. She was cumming extremely hard watching this play out while using the vibrator on the high setting on her clit.

John’s asshole was really tight, and this whole environment was erotic as fuck, and I was really close to cumming. I looked to Becca for her direction as I always do, but she was completely out of commission after her last orgasm. Given this, I made the executive decision to pull John’s hips hard into my cock and unload the spare change from my balls into his little boy-pussy. This orgasm wasn’t as strong as the first one with Emma, it almost felt dry, but it still felt really fucking good.

I pulled out and some of my hot cum dripped from John’s swollen asshole onto his leg, and he groaned as he collapsed into Emma’s arms. Now it was Emma who’s face had gone completely white as if she had seen a ghost. John cuddled up with a shell-shocked Emma, and I carried Becca onto the sofa to snuggle up with me. We all laid there for around one to two hours, some of us passed out, but around 4am Emma shook John and told him to get up.

Becca was still passed out, but I offered them a shower, some water, food, or anything else they needed to clean up or recuperate, but Emma denied it all. She told John to get dressed and then they both said goodbye and left. I filled in Becca on their departure the next morning after we woke up and fucked, and that was that.

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.

John’s sessions continued to progress under Becca’s guidance. At some point, Emma stopped attending his sessions. She kept making excuses or planning stuff specifically at that time, and Becca was left to deal with him on her own. She tried hard to convince him to do a lot of other crazy shit (cuck tattoo, cock cage, etc.) but he successfully resisted her in these areas. Despite this, he kept taking (fake) cock up the ass… and enjoying it. He clearly had mixed feeling about it. He had described to Emma that he felt a mix of severe shame, guilt, but also intense pleasure. Emma didn’t really want to talk about it with him and just kinda let it be. He insisted that it was fine and “just play” since the cocks were fake.

It’s a good thing that Emma stopped attending the sessions, because she definitely would’ve recognized the cock from the mold I used. It was about 12 weeks before Becca introduced it into their sessions. By far the biggest dildo and with a slight curve, John was pretty nervous, but Becca helped him relaxed and took it really slow. It took a few sessions, but he was eventually able to about 80% of it in and relax.

At some point after that, Becca started cancelling a lot of Emma’s sessions. She had to work late, she made other plans, we took vacations, etc. Emma went about 4-5 weeks without getting dicked down, while Becca tried her best to maintain John’s sessions. According to John, Emma had become very visibly sexually frustrated, and it was impacting their relationship.

Hearing this, Becca made a pitch to them. Since our schedules were all getting really busy, perhaps we should consolidate their sessions? Kill two birds with one stone, right?

Neither Emma nor John were keen on the idea. John clearly felt a ton of anguish watching Emma’s soul leave her body as she got railed, and Emma felt likewise seeing her boyfriend emasculated and taking cock up the ass.

Becca pressed the issue in our groupchat: “Guys, I’m currently working on a huge deal with [BIG TECH ACQUISITION]. My schedule is really tight. I only have availability this Friday night. Otherwise, one of you will have to wait another 3-4 weeks.”

“Okay,” Emma responded. “We’ll both come yours on Friday.”

Now, this would be the first time that the four of us would be… intimate together since that very first Sunday during game night.

Becca got some more pot brownies and sent a pic in the group chat, “don’t worry, it’ll be a chill night 😎”

I was anxious and ready for Friday. Becca was, too. She’s such a little minx and she was so bubbly and excited the entire week, much more than her usual bubbly self. Friday finally comes around, and Becca had the whole apartment prepped. She had a speaker setup with music, she brought out some candles, and she had me program a command in Alexa so that we could give an order to dim the lights.

As the night went on, we were anxiously waiting for Emma and John. We had agreed to 9pm, but it was 9:30, and they still hadn’t arrived. Becca was starting to pace, constantly checking the time, and she was getting nervous that they’d gotten cold feet.

Despite the anticipation, we got a buzz from the foyer. They were here. Becca buzzed them in, and they were at our door after 2 minutes. We both greeted them, and I gave Emma a quick hug. She had done her hair and makeup and was wearing a divine perfume. She smelled fucking delicious. As we broke from the hug, she subtly slid her hand across my crotch. John, despite being in his early 20’s, was wearing a polo and cargo shorts, also rocking the white, New Balance dad-sneakers (what a fucking legend). I dapped him up and offered him a drink to try and ease any tension between us.

Despite fucking Emma for the past several months and having already fucked her in front of John, this was nerve racking. This was the first time we all knew what was about to go down.

Becca quickly passed out the edibles and instructed everyone to eat. John and Emma looked at each other hesitantly, but followed her command after Becca and I popped ours in.

We spent the next hour just chilling, waiting for the edibles to hit. Just over an hour in, they started to hit hard. These were pretty strong, and I started to really feel myself even without any stimulation.

Becca suddenly switched gears and blurted out, “Okay, who wants to go first?”

Silence. Nobody responded.

“I think Emma should go first,” Becca continued.

“Why her?” John piped up.

Becca plainly responded, “Because she hasn’t had her needs met in over a month. She’s waited longer, it’s only fair.”

John didn’t respond, and Becca took this as his approval. She got up and pulled over a chair, placing it a safe distance away from the sofa.

“You can sit here until it’s your turn,” she instructed. She then reached out for Emma’s hand, sweetly cooing to her, “C‘mon baby.”

John, in a bit of disbelief but probably just wanting to get to his turn, took his seat in the chair.

Becca walked over, gave him a sly smile, and lovingly brushed his cheek while whispering ever so softly into his ear, “Enjoy the show.”

And with that, she turned around, and we began Emma’s session.

The first time Becca went over, she could tell John was pretty nervous. Despite being 5’1” and like 100 pounds soaking wet, Becca intimidated the fuck out of him. She had brought some weed brownies to help everyone calm down and get into the right headspace for what was about to go down.

She said they hung out and just chit chatted for about an hour when she felt the brownie start to hit. At this point, she became a bit more forward, bluntly suggesting that they head to the bedroom and get started. John and Emma sheepishly walked into the bedroom, and John sat down onto the bed. She said he was being pretty awkward.

“Sooooo…” he started out.

Becca calmly instructed him, “Take off your pants.”

He did, and she helped pull them down to his ankles. She knelt down and gestured for Emma to join her. Emma was kind of passive, just watching and waiting for guidance on what to do next.

Becca yanked down is underwear, and his semi-hard cock flopped out. She took it in her hands and started fondling it, tossing it back and forth between each hand. The brownie must’ve helped, because it slowly started to get harder, until it was fully erect at just over 4 inches.

“This isn’t going to work,” Becca bluntly declared.

“What?! This was the deal! It’s hard, and Emma got what she needed!” John protested.

“I understand that. Emma did get what she needed, but what do you need?”

“…a fuck?” John suggested with confusion.

“No, that’s just not going to work. Like it won’t work logistically,,“ she explained. “Emma and I have both been taking a cock twice this size. We’re not going to feel anything. You’re not going to feel anything. The deal was to fulfill your needs, and we’ll just have to find an alternative method to fulfill them.”

John seemed pretty defeated, “…and how do you suggest we do that?” He asked, exasperated.

“Lay back. Lift your legs behind your head,” Becca instructed.

After a moment of hesitation, he did as he was told. Becca then reached into her bag and pulled out a latex glove and some lube.

“Relax,” she told him “Relax your entire body and quiet your mind.”

She put on the glove and applied some lube to the tip of her middle finger and down her pinky finger. She then told Emma to hold John’s legs as she started swirling the tip of her middle finger around John’s bare asshole.

John quickly sat up and exclaimed, “What the fuck?!”

“What?” Becca gave him a puzzled look.

“What are you doing?!” He asked incredulously.

“I’m going to finger your asshole,” She responded nonchalantly. “I told you to relax, now lay down and spread. It’s going to feel good, I promise. Trust me, you’ll be grateful afterwards.” She then gently pressed on his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed.

He quickly sat up again, though, exclaiming, “I’m not gay!”

Becca paused and just looked up at him. She stared at him for several seconds with a look I know all too well. It’s a dumbfounded expression that pretty much says, “Are you a fucking idiot?” She held this look, then started questioning him, “You’re here with two hot girls who are about to treat you to an orgasm. What exactly is gay about that?”

Emma spoke for the first time, about to stick up for her boyfriend, “Becca…”

“Becca what? How else do we satisfy him? We’ve already come to the conclusion that we can’t fuck him. He won’t last long enough if we blow him. Prostate orgasms are all the rage. He’ll cum hard. It’s not gay, and plenty of men do it.”

“Does your boyfriend do it?” John probed.

Becca paused for a moment. Then she looked him directly in the eye and confidently answered, “Yes.” (Nope lmao).

John wasn’t convinced.

“I’m dead serious,” she continued. “He even does more than a finger. Sometimes we use toys.” (No the fuck I don’t lol).

John was curious.

“True alphas aren’t insecure in their masculinity. We do this all the time.” (Never lmfao).

John then countered her statements by asking, “Does he do it during your time with Emma?”

Becca quickly interjected before Emma could respond, “No. That’s about her pleasure. We do it during our private time. And likewise, these sessions are about your pleasure. Just relax and let us pleasure you. It’s what we do best.”

Emma clearly wasn’t keen on the idea. She didn’t really like the thought of her boyfriend taking it up the ass, but Becca relayed to me that she also didn’t object.

With this, John cautiously laid back down and spread his legs. Emma held his legs again, and Becca got back to work by gently working his asshole. She covered it in lube and started to gingerly slide her pinky in. She continued with her verbal instructions to relax and breathe. She was very delicate and deliberate in her movements trying to help John totally relax and accept her finger.

Over the next few weeks, Emma, John, and Becca continued with these sessions. Eventually, she started using her ring finger. Then her middle finger. Eventually, he could comfortably take two fingers with some speed. Despite this, he never came directly from anal stimulation. She or Emma always finished him off with a handjob, though he noted that those orgasms were more powerful than a normal handjob.

After around 7-8 weeks, Becca ran out of fingers to use. One day, she came to the session and brought a toy with her. She revealed a small, 4 inch by 3 inch, purple, very realistic penis-shaped dildo.

Surprisingly, it was Emma who protested the most. She really didn’t like how realistic it appeared, veiny and with a bulbous head.

“It’s not real,” Becca expressed. “It’s just a toy.”

“Still..” Emma couldn’t really express why, but it was pretty clear she didn’t like it. She looked towards John with concern and hope that he would protest, but Becca told me that he was too horny to care and more interested in the soon-to-come orgasm.

“It’s just a toy,” Becca gently reassured. “It’s just a tool to stimulate some nerves. Nothing more.”

Although still uneasy, Emma started to relax again. Before she could change her mind, Becca quickly lubed it up and inserted it into John’s asshole. John let out a soft groan of pleasure, and Becca relayed to me that it looked like Emma’s heart had dropped into her stomach when she heard it.

Over the next few weeks, I noticed a surge in our expenses. I checked out Becca’s credit card statement, and I saw that she had spent like $700 dollars at adult toy stores. John had been graduating to bigger and bigger cocks, and she had to keep buying more dildos. We had a talk, and I explained that while I was thrilled that she was getting the release she needed, that we needed to try to curb the spending. She agreed with me, but she asked for permission to buy just one more. She said she would need my help with it. I asked how could I help, and she said she’d show me in a minute. She went online and bought the toy, then came back and showed me the email receipt on her phone.

She had bough a cock mold. Basically, this company sends you this tube that you place your cock into, and then you send it back to the company, and they make an exact replica of your cock.

She was beaming at me with utter pride in her eyes as she eagerly told me, “I need you to fill this.”

She put her hand on my knee again and reassured me that everything would be okay. She explained that she just agreed to help fulfill John’s needs, and that doesn’t necessarily include her being shared. She asked me to trust her, and that she would fill me in after the first session on Tuesday. She asked me if I really thought she would want to fuck John. I realized she was right, and there was nothing to worry about, so I chilled out.

Emma came over the next night and we got right down to business. I was enjoying myself, Emma was loving it, but Becca was truly having the time of her life. She was directing everything, assisting, and coaching both Emma and me. She brought out her array of toys and vibrators as well as some bondage materials. Becca is a very ‘type A’ kind of girl.. very.. analytical? Scientific? She spent a ton of time reading about brain chemistry and neuroscience between our sessions with Emma. She was basically using the scientific method to try to answer the question, “How can we achieve the strongest orgasm?” We experimented a lot with different positions, vibrators, dirty talking, etc. She explained it to me that she wanted to dive deep into Emma’s subconscious, identify her kinks/turn-ons, and then systematically exploit them to make her cum really hard. Some big aspects in this included edging, orgasm denial, and meditation/concentration exercises.

For example, she would have me fuck Emma in the r/matingpress position with her legs pressed into her chest. This provided the optimal position for me to put pressure on her G-spot during my strokes and ultimately press my seven inches deep into her anterior fornix, a space past the cervix that contains a bundle of extremely sensitive and powerful nerves. Becca had optimized this method so well that Emma had to go on a vitamin regimen to help with the headaches she would get due to the insane flood of chemicals in her brain following her most powerful orgasms.

I would pound her in this position and then switch up my rhythm to go slow and then hold it deep while Becca held Emma’s legs open for me. She would also apply additional stimulation on her clit during this position by either licking it or using the high setting on her Hitachi wand. If she used the wand, then we also used some rope to hold Emma’s legs into place while she writhed about. The goal was to bring Emma to the brink of orgasm and just hold her there for as long as possible.. sometimes for several hours.

Once Becca deemed her ready, she gave me permission to “send it” and allowed the long-awaiting orgasm to rip through Emma like demon being exorcised. She always timed it and tried to set new records for orgasm duration and power, also using this data to tweak her methodology for the next session.

After her orgasm, I would just continue to pound her while she melted into a puddle, and her pussy would occasionally spasm around my cock as weaker orgasms looped through. With Becca’s encouragement and love, along with the tight pussy around my cock, I would reach a point where it was time for me to cum. Sometimes, Becca would encourage me as she pressed my hips into Emma and I filled her incredibly deep with heavy, thick loads. Other times, Becca would rip me off and then selfishly mount me herself, violently fucking me and taking my cum for herself. Depends on her mood that day.

This was honestly a great arrangement and absolutely the best sex of my life. Nothing has come close since. This was only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, though. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Becca and Emma went to take care of John.

I’ll walk you through what Becca told me about John’s sessions in part 6

Now, some of you (rightfully) pointed out that Becca is a bit.. toxic. Let me provide some more context on that. In addition to her killer body and the fact she’s a sex freak, she’s actually a very ambitious and driven woman in her professional life. She works at an investment bank on Wall Street specializing in mergers and acquisitions. I don’t entirely understand what tht means at a technical level, but what I do know is that she spends 80 hours a week stressed the fuck out facilitating deals to the tune of tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars. I used to lovingly call her “my Little Miss Executive”. If any of you know more about this industry, you probably know that it’s stressful as fuck and can really suck, especially if you get stuck with a shitty team. Well, she was on a fucking terrible team. She spent 80 hours a week getting mentally fucked by her boss, partners, clients, random VP’s, etc. At the end of the day, she was exhausted and needed a release.

John and Emma seemed out for good, but on that Sunday night with them, she found that ever so sweet release that she needed. She found it in doing some mental fucking of her own. She wasn’t about to give up this game just yet and let her new toys slip through her fingers.

As such, she set up a “meeting” with John and Emma a few weeks after the incident. We were to all go out to brunch, but she didn’t clue us in on the reason. Up until this point, we’d hung out in other mutual groups, but nobody had brought up the incident.

We got to the restaurant, sat down, and the first thing that Becca did was order bottomless mimosas for the table. The conversation was mundane, talking about work or recent pop culture bullshit; however, I noticed that Becca’s demeanor was different. She wasn’t her normal bubbly or fiery self. To the contrary, she was a lot more tame, dry, and… professional? Not sure how best to explain it. It felt like I was in a business meeting with her, it was pretty surreal.

There was a lull in the conversation, which Becca capitalized on by switching topics…

“I believe we need to address the elephant in the room.”

No response.

“Our intention wasn’t to cause strife in your relationship. It was to bring you two closer together. And, frankly, I think we provided that service effectively.”

No response.

She continued: “Have you found an alternative solution to your… issue?”

No response.

“No? Emma, have your circumstances changed? Have your needs changed?”

Emma was silent. She avoided eye contact with Becca. Eventually, she squeaked out a soft “No.”

“No to what?” Becca asked her.

“No to all. No, we have not found another solution. No, the circumstances have not changed… and no, my needs have not changed.”

Becca let out a long sigh before continuing: “Guys, I just don’t understand here. That was the best fucking you’ve ever received in your life, no? Your first time cumming from penetration? Your orgasm was exactly 8 minutes long, I timed it. Maybe even the strongest you ever had?”

Emma sheepishly nodded.

Becca turned her attention to John: “What kind of man denies all of that to his girl?”

“What did I get out of it…” he grumbled.

Becca scoffed at him, “What did you get? Do we need to recap? You are out to brunch with your lovely girlfriend today. This would not even be a discussion if we didn’t save you that night.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t get any..” he started, before Becca cut him off:

“Get any what? What did you give? What could you have given? Emma hasn’t gotten any for months now.” Goddamn. As you can see, she sometimes gets very passionate when she argues, and she has that killer instinct. She then transitioned into her sales pitch:

“Here’s what I’m proposing. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Emma comes over to our place and has her needs fulfilled. Tuesday and Thursday, I come to yours, and Emma and I fulfill your needs, John.”

I was stunned at what I was hearing (as were Emma and John). I was about to object, but Becca could sense it, and she put her hand on my knee under the table. Basically a signal which I knew meant “trust me with this.” So I kept my mouth closed and just listened.

Emma and John looked at me for my reaction.. to which I just nodded in approval.

Emma accepted quicker than I expected. John still seemed a bit hesitant. He objected, “Hold on, why do I get two days and he gets three?”

Becca quickly corrected him: “She gets three. This is for her needs. And because if you don’t agree to these terms, then she will leave you otherwise.” Oof. Ice fucking cold. She went right for the jugular. That’s my Little Miss Executive lmao. But then she continued, “and consider the extra day back pay for over 6 months of not fucking her”. My god, the man was already dead, why’d she have to continue beating on him?

Becca was sitting up completely straight, confident as ever, staring John down. Unwavering in the assertion of her dominance in this negotiation.

John wouldn’t make eye contact with her, and looked over towards me. I tried not to flinch or give any reaction. I stared at him, though not as aggressively as Becca. I was a bit more relaxed and laid back, trying my best to put on a calm and reassuring demeanor.

After a minute or so of silence, John turned back to Becca, “What times are you available on Tuesdays and Thursdays?”

John was still silent as stone.

Becca took my cock out of her mouth and turned her attention towards Emma: “The two things you need to get used to the most are the width and the weight. See how heavy it feels in your hand? And see how big and bulbous the head is? It can be tricky to open your jaw wide enough for it…”

She continued giving her a lesson on Big Cock Sucking and let her do a “hands-on-tutorial.” Emma placed my cock in her mouth and started sucking on the tip. Becca began to encourage her like an over enthusiastic school teacher: “Good job! I’m so proud of you, you’re doing a great job!”

Then without any warning, Emma deepthroated the entire thing. Her nose touched my belly button, and she bobbed her head back and forth a few times before coming up for air and gasping.

Becca’s jaw was on the ground. She was floored. I was shocked and absolutely pleased, as it felt amazing. Becca had never made it past the halfway point.

And John… poor John was stunned. He broke his statue-like demeanor ever so slightly as his eyes went very wide at what he had just seen.

“I’ve always had no gag reflex... and my mom always said I had big mouth,” Emma giggled.

“More.” Becca ordered in admiration. “Again.”

Emma deepthroated me again. It’s the first time I’ve ever touched the back of someone’s throat and it felt amazing. Moreover, she’s kind of a buff girl, and her grip was like a vice. Both her hands combined with her amazing throat made this one of the best blowjobs of my life. She blew me for about 10 minutes before I announced that I was getting close.

Once I announced that, Becca immediately ripped Emma off of me and proclaimed “NOT YET.”

She turned to Emma and ordered her to take off her pants. Without question, Emma obliged, stripping off her jeans, leaving only her bright pink panties.

“Get on all fours.” Becca continued.

As Emma did so, Becca removed Emma’s top and bra, revealing her gorgeous set of humongous, D-cup tits swinging below with a pair of perky, delicious, eraser nipples. Meanwhile, she motioned for me to move behind Emma and prepare to mount her.

“Eh-ehm!” John made his presence known in the background. We had forgotten all about him. “I think a condom is necessary,” he suggested. His voice actually cracked a bit when he said that, lmao.

“Oh, right,” Becca responded, “Okay, we’ll start with a condom.” She quickly reached for her purse and pulled out my brand, ready to go.

I slipped the condom on and started rubbing Emma’s sweet pussy with my head, and this caused her to start rocking her hips back towards me. Her eyes were closed and she started moaning lightly.

At this point, Becca moved in front of Emma and gently stroked her face, giving her instructions: “Listen, I need you to breathe okay? In through the nose, out through the mouth? Okay? Let’s practice.”

Emma started her meditation exercises, and Becca turned back towards John: “Are you going to join us?”

John cautiously rose from his seat and came down next to Becca in front of Emma. Becca, still clothed at this point, began to strip and indicated for John to do the same. Becca exposed her beautiful, slender body, dropping her bra to reveal her perky, round tits. John reached over to lightly touch her, but Becca, like the faithful girl that she is to me, quickly slapped his hand away and laughed lightly “I didn’t mean join us like that.” She saw that John was rocking his four-inch erection, giggled to herself, then reached over and gently flicked it down with her index finger, causing it to bob up again. She’s the fucking master of mind games.

She then turned her attention back towards Emma: “Keep breathing, baby. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

Becca gestured for me to start. I gingerly slipped the tip in.

Emma let out a not-so-quiet-but-not-too-loud “oh”.

“Keep breathing, babygirl.” Becca cooed. She kept giving her instructions and rubbing her back, face, and arms to help her relax.

Millimeter by millimeter, I inserted and removed my thick cock. I made sure to go really slow so as not to hurt Emma. Once I reached the halfway point after around 10 minutes, Emma was letting out loud moans of ecstasy.

John was completely fixated on Emma’s contortionist facial expressions. He did not touch himself, and he did not move. He went back to his stone self, watching and absorbing her every reaction.

Becca got me some lube and indicated for me to get this show on the road. So I started pushing deeper, until eventually I comfortably bottomed out in Emma, who was practically (but not quite) screaming and writhing when I reached the base.

Once I safely bottomed out, it was go time. I started to increase the pace of my strokes along with the length. Emma’s breathing increased rapidly and she started letting out some loud fucking grunts. My thighs were slapping her fat, amazing ass, and my cock was sliding seamlessly through her wet pussy.

Becca was cheering me on, literally shouting at me “FUCK HER BABY!”

John was breathing heavily and gripping his cock very tightly while staring straight at Emma.

“Look at her!” Becca shouted at John “fucking look at her!”

“I am!” He yelled right back.

“No!” Becca barked. She motioned for me to slow down. “Look at her!”

I slowed down enough so that Emma could regain some composure as Becca ordered her to open her eyes. Once she did, Emma grabbed John and forced him at eye level with Emma.

“Look at her! Look into her eyes!”

Becca motioned to me to pick up the pace again. I quickened my strokes to the point that Emma could barely hold her concentration. She wouldn’t close her eyes, but she was on the brink of losing it. John could see this very clearly when he looked straight into her eyes filled with bliss. I held this pace, and Emma’s breath quickened. Becca kept up with the words of encouragement, telling both Emma and John that they should both feel incredible gratitude for experiencing this intense moment and connection.

Emma’s concentration started to flutter. Becca took John’s hands and placed them on Emma’s shoulders. She then turned to me and commanded “Hard.” I switched to long, very hard strokes with a half-second interval between each one. John could feel my power in her shoulders with every thrust.

Still maintaining eye contact, Emma’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and John just saw the whites of her eyeballs, like a cock-infected zombie. She let out a long, animalistic grunt while her pussy spasmed violently on my cock and her body began to shake like an 8.0 magnitude earthquake. I continued pounding for exactly 8 minutes. Becca timed it with the stopwatch on her phone. Her orgasm was 8 fucking minutes long.

Like Becca a week ago, Emma then collapsed into a fetal position, completely broken. Becca got her a blanket and some water, placing them beside her, cooing into her ear that she did a great job.

Becca quickly refocused her attention back to my still-hard cock, grabbing it in her hand: “John, have you ever sucked a cock before?”

John didn’t respond, just stared.

“C’mon, I’ll teach you.” Becca said it and waved him over so nonchalantly.

“I’m not gay,” John protested.

Becca rolled her eyes, “It’s not gay. It’s showing respect.”

John was puzzled, but Becca turned to him incredulously, “Look at Emma right now!” She barked at him.

He turned and saw Emma in a heaving pile, some muscles still twitching in aftershock. Her pussy oozing a white, creamy glaze from her orgasm.

Becca sharply raised her tone: “This cock just saved your relationship! The least that you can do is show some fucking respect,” she demanded. “You should be grateful for what this cock has done for you. You should show thanks.”

Processing what she just said, John started shuffling towards me. His expression was that of shock and slight admiration.

Becca moved in front of him, placed her hands on his hips, and looked up at him with lustful, puppy eyes. Lowering her voice, she gently told him, “Look, I know it’s scary. It’s okay, I’ll teach you how. There’s nothing to be afraid of, you’ll be okay. Please do it.” She then gently brushed his cheek, and took him by the hand and led him over to me.

Both lowering to their knees, she took my thick cock into her hand: “Are you ready?” She prompted. She then ran her tongue from the base of my cock along the vein all the way to tip. “Your turn.” She said as she gestured to him.

John slowly and cautiously mimicked her gesture. I let out a gasp, uttering “that’s the spot” as he reached the frenulum.

“Good job!” Becca radiated her bubbly enthusiasm. “Now we’re gonna learn about the tip!”

She gave him the same course that she had started to give Emma. She taught him to use his lips to cover his teeth, to open his jaw wide, to swirl around the tip, and most importantly, to show enthusiasm.

Pretty soon, he was a little less hesitant as he slobbered on my knob. He couldn’t deepthroat me, though Becca kept encouraging him. He choked a few times as she tried to press his head deeper towards the base.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Emma suddenly snapped. I guess she had recovered enough to sit up and process the sight of her boyfriend with a cock in his mouth.

John’s expression was just a deer in headlights, my head still in his mouth.

“Showing respect.” Becca replied confidently, breaking the tension.

“What?!” Emma asked incredulously.

“He’s showing respect. This cock just saved him from losing you. He’s submitting to the alpha as a sign of respect.” (Yes. She really fucking said that last line word-for-word).

Emma stared blankly at John. She clearly didn’t respect any man that sucks off another. Regardless, she got up and pushed both Emma and John out of the way. She immediately deepthroated me while the other two looked on in awe and admiration. She was really good at this and really enthusiastic, swirling around the tip, sucking the balls, slobbering all over my cock such that it was caked in her drool. It only took a few minutes before I was ready to erupt, and I let her know it was about to come. Becca told her to throat me, and once I started to cum, she swallowed me once again, and Becca held her head at the base of my cock while I pumped around 10 spurts of cum directly down her throat. I came really fucking hard, and then my knees sort of buckled and I collapsed onto the sofa behind me.

What I remember after that is Emma coming up for air and not a single drop of cum had escaped her mouth. Becca was absolutely beaming with admiration and pride. Emma then turned around and kissed John passionately, thanking him for letting her needs be fulfilled.

After that we were all pretty tired. We cleaned up, got dressed, and said our goodbyes. As they were leaving, Becca hugged Emma and told her “Anytime you’re in need of support, we’ll be here for you. Anytime.” She then gave a sly smirk to John as they turned to leave.

Now for any of you history buffs out there, you might be familiar with what went down when the Spaniards arrived in the americas. When they first arrived, the Spaniards threatened and attacked the local native tribes in search of gold. In response, the tribes gave the Spaniards some gold, thinking once they’d gotten what they wanted, then they’d be on there merry way; however, they couldn’t have been more wrong. You see, once the Spaniards received the gold, they only wanted more. They saw that the natives had some gold, and now they wanted all of it, and were prepared to conquer the entire continent to take it.

All I will say is that we did 23-and-me, and we learned that Becca has some Spanish ancestry… and on that night, Emma and John gave her some gold.

The next weekend, we were making lunch on a Sunday afternoon. Becca was chopping tomatoes for her salad, and I was talking about a book I had recently read. I could tell she wasn’t really paying attention to me, and she was struggling to focus on chopping. It was as if her thoughts were completely elsewhere. I asked her what was up, and she told me that nothing was up. So I let it be, and the kitchen went silent.

Suddenly she just froze and stopped chopping the tomatoes. She laid the knife down and turned her whole body towards me before asking “What do you think about inviting John and Emma over for a game night? We can all get wasted and play stupid games. I think it would be fun.” This kind of sounds like a double date to me…especially since we’d never done a “game night” like this (or anything really like this) with another couple. I mean, I’m down for whatever, and it does sound like a fun time, so I say sure, just let me know when. Becca immediately responded “Okay. Tonight at 8pm. I texted Emma about it earlier.”

8pm rolls around, and John and Emma show up with a bottle of wine. John said something about this Chardonnay being his favorite. Now, I don’t mind a good wine with a meal, but I was feeling a bit more tonight (as was Becca). She put her hand on my chest and eagerly instructed me, “Baby, go grab the Jack Daniels!”

We played some Mario Kart and a few cards games for several hours. It was a blast, and Becca was getting mad because she kept losing (she’s a very competitive girl). At around 11pm, though, John and Emma said they were thinking of wrapping up within the hour. Hearing this, Becca eagerly jumped up and said that she had one more game that we had to play, and so she ran off to get it.

The game was called “Ask Away”. It was a simple drinking game where you draw a card, read the question out loud, and then the person who drew the card must answer the question. If the rest of the group “agrees” with the answer or feels it resonates with them, then you continue. Otherwise, the person who drew the card drinks.

The questions were kinda like those you’d find on askreddit: “what celebrity would you want to have dinner with?” or “what is never worth the money?”

We get to playing, and things are going well. The drinks are flowing, there’s lots of laughter, and Becca keeps pushing a certain… topic.

“What’s the most important thing in a relationship?”

She was looking John right in the eye when she answered: “Sex.”

The room froze for moment. Things were a bit tense. Emma quickly broke this tension by pouring a shot and saying, “Nope, there are more important things.”

And the next time it was Becca’s turn: “What’s your favorite way to end a lazy Sunday?”

“A creampie.”

Silence again. John wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. He was staring down at the floor and wouldn’t say a word.

“Drink,” Emma declared, pouring another.

We continued this charade until I noticed that Becca had a card hidden in her sleeve. I didn’t say anything. When it got to her turn, and by this point we were all really fucking buzzed, she pretended to draw it from the deck.

“What’s your unpopular opinion?”

Becca let silence take hold of the room for a few moments. She wanted the anticipation to build, before dropping the next bomb.

“I think that size matters… a lot.”

The room went silent.

“I don’t necessarily agree.” Emma responded.

“Necessarily?” I quipped.

Her face turned a soft pink.

John’s face was solid stone. His gaze directed behind us, at nothing in the distance.

Becca emphasized, “Look. It’s like flying first class on an airplane. You don’t know what you’re missing out on until you’ve already experienced it. I have experienced it, and I promise you, size matters.”

The room fell silent again.

“Do you need a demonstration?” Becca pressed. She turned towards me, rubbed my cheek lovingly, and softly ordered, “Baby, stand up.”

I had no idea what the fuck was going on. But I was pretty buzzed and just along for the ride, so I did as she requested. She began to unbuckle my belt. The clattering of my belt buckle was practically echoing due to the silence and the tension. Aside from the belt, it was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

She eventually got my belt undone and pulled my pants down, leaving just my briefs. Becca began rubbing her dainty hand on my thigh, moving over onto my crotch. She stroked the outside with her fingers, while ever so slowly tugging down my briefs. She kept glancing at John, who was fixated on her hand, though showing now other reaction.

Eventually, she reached in and grabbed my rock hard member, releasing it from its cage, yet still contained in her hand. Her single hand couldn’t wrap around it, and she pretty much just let it rest there and hang due to its weight.

John’s face was still stone. His eyes were fixated on it. Emma’s eyes were wider, and her breathing was noticeably heavier.

Becca turned back towards Emma, raising an eyebrow, “Are you still going to call me a liar?”

Nobody moved or said anything for what felt like an eternity. Realistically, maybe 2 solid minutes. Becca eventually broke the silence again, saying to the couple across from us: “Look… I heard about the ultimatum. Honestly, we really love you guys so much. We don’t want you to break up over something so stupid. We are here to support you.” Becca then turned her body directly towards John: “John, are you really going to prevent your girl from feeling satisfied? Don’t you think it’s just a tad selfish for you to expect her to be celibate?”

“She’s not celibate,” He quipped back. “We do other things.”

“‘Other things’ aren’t the same as cock,” snapped Becca. “Again, unless you’ve experienced the bliss of getting railed, then you wouldn’t know. You’re not really in a position to make that call.”

He sat stone-faced, considering his options. A few more minutes passed in silence, the anticipation ever-increasing. My heart was racing at what the fuck was going on.

Becca broke the silence again with a sense of pity and true compassion in her tone: “She’s gonna leave you, dude. This is the chance to save your relationship. It’s now or never. At least you can trust us.”

His gaze shifted from Becca to the floor. Then back up to my cock. A few moments later, he turned and looked at Emma. Emma was visibly trying to hide her desire. She was breathing pretty heavily, had a hand covering her crotch, face flushed red, and she wouldn’t make eye contact with John. She was very flustered, trying her hardest NOT to look at my stiff cock yet kept stealing glances.

John let out a big sigh, and nodded his head, and whispered a soft “okay.”

Becca reached out and placed her hand on top of his and looked intensely into his eyes, “You won’t regret this. You’ll be grateful.”

Then without missing a beat, she turned and slipped my cock into her mouth.

This is when the party really got started.

She had her best friend from college, Emma. Emma was a bigger gal, but she still had a great body. As an elite softball player, she had a fat fucking ass, wonderful D-cup tits, and incredible strength. She had a beautiful face, pale yet tough from her Irish ancestry, complemented by shoulder length dark brown hair. She was kind of a major slut and loved talking about her sexcapades. Despite her extensive experience, she seemed to have been picking the wrong guys to fuck or getting unlucky. She described her ex boyfriend’s dick as “huge” … at just over 4 inches long… she mentioned how she had never in her life cum from penetration and always needed a strong tongue or a vibrator…

Well, she recently had settled down with this guy John for the past 6 months. He was a nice guy, though a bit nerdy and awkward. He was a video game developer at a pretty well known studio. I liked him. He was super friendly and easy going, though he would say some cringey shit at times and constantly speak in memes.

At some point, we all went to a mutual friend’s party. He and his roommates had a pretty big house with a nice backyard and patio with a hammock out there. Towards the end of the night, John and I were playing beer pong against two other girls while Emma and Becca were out back. John sucked at it, clearly he didn’t really do the whole party scene too much, and the girls were verbally shredding him about it. I felt bad, and I could see that he was a bit self conscious, so I kinda stepped-in and told them to chill. He seemed grateful for the support, and he went to get me another beer.

Meanwhile, out back, Emma and Becca were laying on the hammock. They were both pretty drunk and talking about… stuff. At some point, Emma revealed to Becca that despite dating for 6 months, she had not yet had sex with John. Apparently he had severe performance anxiety and just couldn’t mentally handle it. They had done other stuff, but had yet to fuck. Emma is a very sexual girl, and it had gotten to the point where she gave him an ultimatum which basically forced him to agree to an open relationship if he couldn’t fuck her by the end of the month. She also revealed that he was “big”, sporting a 4.5 inch long, 4.5 inch circumference punisher. Becca, drunk and without thinking, apparently blurted out condescendingly “You think that’s big?!” Emma was a little flustered and defended her boyfriend. She described it as “not sure if it would even fit inside me”. My girlfriend, fucking wasted, almost choked on her vodka soda and started laughing. Emma started getting mad and demanded what was so funny. Becca just whipped out her phone and said “you wanna see big?” She turned and showed Emma probably my most flattering dick pic that exists.

Now, I’m by no means disgustingly huge, but I’m definitely large and proud of what I’ve got. I’m around 7.5 inches long and 5 inches around. The photo she showed had both of Becca’s tiny hands stacked on top of one another below the head, wrapped around the shaft, and failing to connect at the fingertips due to its thickness. According to Becca, Emma was speechless for a few moments. Then she shouted for the whole party to hear, “HOLY FUCK!” Becca was so fucking proud when she told me this part, her eyes were beaming.

When we got home, Becca told me everything while we were ripping our cloths off. She wouldn’t let it go. She kept talking dirty about me fucking Emma. About me showing her a “real cock” and that she’s so proud how her boyfriend is a “fucking alpha”. At some point, I mentioned something about John. I asked if she thinks I’d fuck Emma better than John could, and this sent her into a frenzy. She was riding me and quickly picked up the pace, talking a ton of shit about John, his small size, and his weak demeanor. She was staring into my eyes, riding me incredibly hard; I had never seen her this intense before. I was getting close, and I asked again what she thinks of John. She focused even more and started saying how he could never please a woman, and that’s why he can’t fuck Emma. She said he “knows the truth” and that he “isn’t cut out for the job”. I asked “what job is he cut out for?”, and she just laughed. “Maybe watching. Or just stepping to the side. I don’t know.” After a short pause, I piped up “how about sucking my cock?” This sent her over the edge. She grabbed my shoulders with both hands, and her eyes showed a flash of fear at the power of the oncoming orgasm, but then they rolled back into her head, and she came harder than ever before. Her orgasm lasted 7-8 minutes, and she just melted into a puddle in my arms, whimpering and shuddering, while I continued to pound her as she convulsed around my cock.

After her orgasm subsided, she laid on top of me for a few minutes before rolling off and into a fetal position. I got her some water, covered her in a blanket, and rubbed her back in a soothing manner to help her recover.

When she finally recovered enough to move, she slowly turned towards me, kissed me, and then stared deeply into my eyes. At this moment, I knew I had unleashed something inside of her. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going back into Pandora’s box.