I was so loose, physically and mentally, that he slipped three-quarters of the way into me on his very first shove. I heard myself grunt, from the shock of the initial invasion, I guess. I forced myself to relax, and I felt Tim’s cock penetrate the rest of the way into me.
And that — this — is what I had been wanting — the feeling of being stretched, and of being massively filled.
Tim knew what to do to complete the experience I wanted. He lay down on me, and he put his weight on me so that I was “compressed,” I guess you’d say, both from the inside and from the outside.
Then he put his lips on me, on my lips. Tim has the softest lips. He can be a rough — almost ssavage — fucker, but he is the tenderest kisser. And don’t let yourself fall into thinking, “Eeew — it’s a guy, and he’s kissing me!” Instead, just close your eyes and get lost in the delicate sensations of the knowledgeable, firm-yet-soft lips on your own, and think, “It doesn’t matter whose lips these are, they feel really good!”
But Tim seemed to know what I really wanted, and he knew why. He knew the effect that Tanya’s description of El getting stuffed and pounded by the two men would have on me — and he knew what to do about it.
He started fucking my ass, rolling his hips so I could feel his entire cock sliding in and out the full extent of my ass, but doing it in a way that kept his body touching mine and most of his weight on me. He wasn’t two people fucking me, but it almost felt like that.
I put my arms around Tim and pulled him to me, increasing his body’s pressure against mine, using my thighs to squeeze his body even more. Like this, my hard cock is trapped between our bodies, and Tim knows this way of pressing his belly against my cock when he’s fucking me so that while he’s plundering my ass with his cock he’s also rubbing my cock between us. It’s like I’m being rubbed-off by the softest, most cushiony hands at the same time a long cock stuffs and stretches my clutching ass.
Now I am lying there, my ass is being fucked, my cock squeezed and massage between our two bodies, and, now and then, Tim’s lips on mine, and I close my eyes, and I am Tanya’s grandmother El, trapped between my husband and my long-dicked son-in-law. And I am filled, and I am being used, the completely stuffed fuck doll of two men. And I am loving it. I know I want to be the fuck doll for two big men. I can never experience the same feelings of total fullness that El would have had — being a male, I am anatomically unqualified for that kind of experience. But right now, with Tim, I feel pretty damned full, and pretty damned used. Just the way I want it.
I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Tanya, standing at the foot of the bed, watching us, almost entranced by the sight of Tim and me, “doing queer stuff.” And participating in her own way, one hand squeezing her tit, pulling on the nipple, her other hand down between her legs, three fingers working away inside her pussy, all the while her eyes locked on Tim and me and what we are doing.
I looked at her and finally caught her eye.
“T?”
“Huh?”
“T, can you do something for Tim?”
Without a word, her eyes darted over toward the bedside table — toward the omnipresent jar of lube. You could almost see the light bulb go on in her mind as she took the four steps over to the table and loaded up her fingers from the open jar. She returned to the foot of the bed — and right behind Tim’s upraised, furry butt. She had been with us long enough. She knew what to do.
Kneeling on the bed between Tim’s legs — between our legs — she bunched three fingers together and placed them at the entrance to Tim’s ass. Tim was already so relaxed and loose that her fingers actually went inside of him.
I felt Tim lurch — inside of me and out — as he reacted to Tanya’s anal invasion. But then he steadied, and when he did I looked up at T and nodded. “That’s it, T, do him like he’s doing me.”
But I don’t think she needed the guidance any more. T has now spent enough time with Tim and me, watching — and helping — us do our “queer stuff,” that she doesn’t need to be told what to do, and she doesn’t need to be given the permission to do it.
It’s like, in a way, she’s become “one of the boys,” but, also, interesting in her own way.
And that’s who bunched her fingers tighter and corkscrewed them into Tim’s ass. She was watching Tim’s moves, so that each time he drove his cock all the way into my ass, T shoved her bunched fingers — and, now, her entire slim hand — inside Tim.
And each time she did, he lunged into me, just a little bit harder, and he made a grunting noise, one I don’t think I’ve ever heard before. It was like a grunt of pain — or, at least, discomfort. But it was also a grunt of deep profound pleasure. Probably, both.
And Tanya was working Tim’s ass, almost playing him like a master, until finally he stopped his thrusts into me and buried himself in my stuffed, exquisitely full ass and stayed that way while Tanya, to put it plainly, fucked Tim’s ass with her soft, slim, insistent hand, until he couldn’t hold back any more. With a huge groan, he unloaded what felt like a month’s worth of cum deep, deep inside my ass, and as soon as I felt that warm flood, it was the cue for my cock to let go and release my own pent-up load between our bodies, and I was treated to the dual sensations of a hot cum enema deep in my bowels and my cock swimming in a warm cum bath of my own cum between Tim’s belly and mine.