John returned from the bathroom, debonair as always, wearing his robe like Hugh Hefner in a smoking jacket.
Brittney lifted her head and said, “John bring your ass over here so I can snack on it for a minute.” He joined the daisy chain, casually flipping the tail of the robe up to let Brittney slurp noisily on his freshly-cleaned star-hole, while he pressed his face into Ashley’s ass.
I tried to give Heather the same kind of positive feedback I’d requested during the g-spot massages. I moaned as she pressed the big dildo deep inside my back passage. I felt it slide over my prostate, so I tilted my pelvis for a more stimulating angle.
Meanwhile the analingus party split up into groups of two.
Dan and Krystal looked over the toys Ashley had brought out. Dan found one that Ashley explained was a prostate stimulator. He thought that was about right for his first anal penetration. Krystal picked up a small black silicone butt plug, with a red jewel in the outer end. That would be a nice complement to her goth look.
Brittney eagerly told John, “My ass is wet, spread, and ready. Your dick is the perfect size for my first time. Want to fuck my fat ass?”
“At this moment, there’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said.
“Nothing I’d rather do, he says,” she laughed. “John’s always so sophisticated. C’mon lover, shove your battering ram through the back door to paradise.” She shook her ass at him.
Heather paused in her motions. “Am I hurting you?”
I told Heather, “No. It feels good. Intense and weird, but good. Push it all the way in!”
She did, and I felt the full contact of her pelvic region against my ass. I decided to give her the kind of verbal encouragement men want from their partners. I got louder, panting. “Fuck me, Heather! Pound that tight little asshole. Stretch me with your big dick.”
She got into it, pumping her hips and throwing the dildo into me, then pulling it out. “Take it!” She said, “take my big phallus in your rectum.”
“I want it,” I moaned. “Make me your butt slut. Use me and stretch my hole!”
She figured out how to hold the plug end inside herself, and pounded me with total abandon for some time.
While we did that, Krystal and Dan got themselves into a 69 position. His thick dick stretched her lips out, distorting her face. Her dark-shadowed eyes popped wide as she struggled to manage it. Meanwhile, she worked the anal probe into him, twisting and thrusting it to locate his prostate.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the spot,” he enthused when she found it. Then he put his mouth back on her clit, sucking it like a little cock. One of his hands worked the little buttplug in her crack, probing her hole. The sphincter stretched, pulled the toy in, and snapped shut around it.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. Then, “Oh, that’s… that’s interesting. Keep licking me, Dan.”
Kneeling behind Brittney, John worked a handful of lube in her buttcrack, and began to massage her wet hole with two fingertips. His other arm went for the old reach around, and two fingers on that hand frigged her clit. Soon, she was panting and ready. He slathered another helping of lube onto his dick and poised the head at her asshole. Despite Brittney’s enthusiasm and the lubrication and preparation, her butthole slammed shut, and when he worked just the tip into her, she recoiled as if in pain.
“What’s wrong?” John asked.
“I don’t know. I want your dick in my butt, but the hole has a mind of its own.”
Ashley and Dan each paused what they were doing, to check on Brittney and offer support.
Brittney said, “Danny, I want John’s fun-size dick in my fat ass, but I think my ass is scared.”
He petted and comforted her. Ashley whispered in her ear, then did the same for John.
Heather pulled the dildo out of me and slapped me on the ass. “Get on your back, butt slut. I want to look in your eyes while I smash your asshole.”
I find her formal language charming, but when she cut loose with informal language, I knew she was fully relaxed and into the scene. I flopped onto my back and pulled my legs up and out, giving her full access to my gaping ass. “Fuck me like the slut I am! stretch my ass with that big dick!”
She greased the textured shaft and bulbous head and poised it at my gaping hole.
“Your anus is wide open, butt slut,” she said. “I can see the bumps and texture of the sphincter, and the rosy redness of your rectum. Do you want it? Do you want this big dildo jammed up your backside?”
“I do, I do!” I panted. “Own my hole, Heather! Ream my rectum, probe my prostate, and make me cum.”
John’s reach-around hand worked on Brittney’s clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her. He poised his dick against her asshole once more. “Do you want this dick in your ass, Britt?” he asked.
“Yes, oh yes,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”
“No!” he said. “If you want it, come and get it. Clap those asscheeks on my dick, slide back on it. Open that back door and let me in.” He held his dick with one hand, keeping it centered on her back-door bullseye.
She twerked and jerked, pushed until her rectal ring spread and bulged around his pink helmet, and then pushed some more, driving herself onto the intruder.
“Ah!” she gasped.
John asked, “Okay?”
She grimaced, wriggled, shimmied, humped backward, and smiled. “It’s in, isn’t it? Goddamn! Yeah, it feels good now. Lemme shake my moneymaker all over your love gun, honey.”