I patted Brittney’s mound, at first gently, then harder and harder, as I raked the fingertips of my other hand aggressively over the spongy and ribbed tissue deep inside her.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” She panted out. Then her hips and legs jerked spasmodically, and fluid began to spray out around my pumping fingers. I pressed my mouth to her clit and licked and sucked and pumped, until the spray slowed down and she said, “Un uh,” and moved away from me. I took my hand out, and began to lick the entire area, gradually moving back to her clit. Soon she was moaning, panting yes, and jetting out another, smaller squirt. I slurped it up. The liquid was sweet, not acid and sour. I found it delicious.
Similar scenes and sounds were happening across the room.
I spoke one final piece of encouragement, advice, and instruction. “Women, you may feel overwhelmed by the sensations, and need the man to stop stimulating you. You may orgasm simultaneously with the squirt, or after, or not at all. You may want him to continue, and you may need very aggressive finger-fucking. Whatever you feel is right, and you need to let your partner know what it is.”
For Brittney what seemed right was to lie next to her, hug her, and tell her she was amazing, and that I hoped she enjoyed herself.
Through the rest of the evening the eight of us had sex freely and almost continuously. Things slowed down a little at dinner. When we were all finished eating, we cleared away the dishes and everyone had their choice of beverage in hand. We were still at the table and hadn’t really gotten started back up. Dan had Heather on his lap. She was obviously grinding on him, and he was obviously fingering her. Brittney definitely enjoyed showing her big beautiful breasts. She hadn’t put a top back on since lunch. She had Krystal and Rob suckling on them as she sat back in comfort. Taking a cue from them, John and I were doing the same to Ashley’s smaller but still impressive boobs. I slid my hand to her pussy and found John’s had beat me there. Brittney looked at Ashley and said, “This whole weekend was your doing, and I thank you for it, but the two of you are the only ones here who haven’t said anything about your wildest sexual experiences.”
Ashley looked at me, I looked at her. I knew what she’d almost spoken about earlier in the day. I said it first, “Anal.”
Brittney’s eyes opened a little wider. Krystal and Rob stopped worshipping her boobs and turned to look at us.
Ashley confirmed, “Anal.”
I said, “I don’t know what is the wildest. I can eat Ashley’s ass for an hour, and I love having her lick mine.”
She cut in, “I didn’t know how much I could enjoy a tongue in my bung, but that was nothing compared to getting it rammed by his cock.”
“I’m not sure what’s wilder,” I added, “me fucking your ass or you pegging mine.”
Everyone’s eyes pinballed between Ashley and me. At about the same time, Brittney said, “Anal! What a fucking turn on,” Dan asked, “She fucks you in the ass?” and Krystal accused Ashley, “You never told me about that!”
Ashley said, “We started about four months ago. He always wanted to eat my ass, and I let him really go for it once and realized I really like it. Once we decided to try assfucking it only seemed fair for it to go both ways. We both love it. We do it at least a couple times a month.”
I said, “I agreed to the pegging because I would have agreed to about anything to get to fuck Ashley’s ass, but the prostate stimulation is a whole different level of sex. I’d compare it to the g-spot massage, but I don’t really know. But it’s good. I like it a lot.”
Brittney said, “That’s so hot! I love having my ass played with, but I’ve always been afraid to get fucked there.”
“Thick as Dan’s cock is, I’d be afraid too,” Krystal said. Then she thought a minute and added, “I am afraid. I don’t think I’d like it. It seems like it would hurt, and what about the dirtiness?”
“The shit factor?” Ashley asked. “We do some stuff to eliminate it.”
Heather said, “Yes, there is actually very little fecal material in the rectum most of the time, some simple hygienic practices are sufficient to minimize the chances, and you can always keep some wet wipes handy.”
“Oh, right!” Brittney said, “You said you did it with John’s roommate. So what do you think? Have you and John done it?”
“No. It didn’t hurt, by the way. Well, I learned what to do so it didn’t hurt. But I never got physical pleasure from it, and it’s psychologically linked to my submission to Kevin. I can’t imagine ever wanting to do it. John might enjoy it though.” She looked at him thoughtfully.
“Fucking, or getting fucked?” Dan asked.
John laughed, a nervous laugh, “Sorry, Dan, I’m another anal virgin who is intimidated by your girth,” he said.
“Oh, I didn’t mean…”
“Well, just to be clear.”
“To be honest,” Dan said, “The whole pegging thing intrigues me, is why I asked the question.”
“You want to get fucked in the ass?” Brittney looked at her husband, eyes wide. “Because I really do!”
Ashley said, “Hey, I brought all our toys. I’ll get them all out and everybody can figure out what they want to do. And I brought the cleaning stuff. If anybody wants to try pegging, slut here,” She indicated me. “Loves it.”
After some discussion, those of us expecting something to penetrate our asses set ourselves to take turns with the bulb syringe and tub of lube. Brittney went eagerly with Ashley explaining and to some degree demonstrating the process to her.
I was a little surprised when Dan and Krystal each went in to clean themselves also.
Dan explained, “You made prostate stimulation sound interesting. If something goes in my butt tonight, I want it to come out clean.”
Krystal said, “Nobody’s fucking my tush! I thought maybe a plug? Maybe.”
I followed in turn. John was last. When I returned to the living room, I saw Heather holding the strapless dildo up and examining it. Everyone else was on the floor in a loose circle on hands and knees. Ashley had her lips glued to Dan’s hairy ass crack and was aggressively sucking and licking. Dan’s face was buried between Krystal’s buttcheeks. Krystal’s tongue snaked its way into Rob’s anus. Rob ran his tongue up and down Brittney’s big bubble butt.
I asked Heather if she thought the two of us should join the chain.
“No thanks. Ashley and John just encouraged me to use this on your ass. I have to say, I’m intrigued by the thought.”
“I’m entranced by the idea. You should fuck my ass, Heather.”
So, I warmed up her pussy until she was ready for me to slide her part inside, and she warmed up my anus, probing it with one finger, then two, then three. With huge gobs of lube massaged into my hole and smeared on the dildo, she set the tip against me and pushed. Ashley and I had been using this strapless model for weeks, so I opened readily to take it in. I knew Heather was experiencing a vivid visual sensation, as well as vaginal and clitoral stimulation. This model was oversized, with a realistic veined look on the dong end. The end now inside Heather sported an acorn-like swelling that helped keep it in, and provided enjoyable pressure. Ashley had chosen this one from a website because it had the longest insertable length of all the ones available. “Go big or go home,” she’d said.