“Fuck, yeah.” He grabs the O-ring gag and we move up to her head. Slowly strap it on her, giving her the opportunity to stop things if she wants.
When it’s on, I grab her chin and force her face my way. “Fuck, man, look at that hole.” I run a finger around the metal O, inside her lips, press it to her tongue, feel her teeth. Just testing the goods. “This’ll do.” I’m all business now. “Just to take the edge off.”
“Makes sense.”
“On your knees,” I tell her, with a hard slap to the ass. She scrambles to obey while Blade and I stand. I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock, nod to Blade to do the same, and watch her for a reaction. If there’s too much hesitation, we stop.
There’s none, though. Not from my sweet little wife. The woman I thought would never, in a million years, understand the lifestyle I live. God, how fucking wrong I was. Because my baby’s between us on the bed, her spread knees giving us a clear look at her soaking pussy and, if I lean just right, the rather impressive item in her ass and, if that weren’t clear enough already, her sweet little hands are plucking and pulling at her nipples like a little pain is just the thing she needs to get off.
“Fuck, look at that,” Blade whispers, full of awe.
I know how he feels.
“All right. It’s your first gag, right baby?”
Her gaze meets mine. It’s out of focus, her pupils blown wide open. She nods.
“So, we’ll ease into it. You know how to stop if you need to?”
She slaps the mattress three times and I pat her head with a patronizing smile. “Good girl. Now take what we give you.”
I grab my cock and give it a slow, menacing stroke, eyes on the wide-open hole of her mouth, before moving in.
30
Twyla
I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Never felt so wide open and ready for anything. Everything. I want whatever Zion gives me. However he gives it. He can make Blade be a part of it, or not. I don’t care. He can invite half a dozen friends to watch or, hell, take part. I don’t care.
I’ve pushed past the point of worrying or caring or practicalities, into a place where I’m just the object and they’re just using me and we’re all getting what we want.
“Open wide,” Zion says, as if my entire mouth weren’t stretched out and waiting for his pleasure. I tear my gaze from his dripping cock and glance at Blade.Theirpleasure.
My pussy pulses with want and I can feel the wetness just sliding from me, coating my inner thighs.
I focus back on Zion’s massive erection. It’s red at the tip, the skin so shiny and taut, it looks painful. But a good pain, I’ll bet. Just like what I’m going through. It hurts, but it’s pleasure and the two together are pure joy.
“Show me your tongue.”
I obey and he rewards me by setting the hot crown of his cock right there. I moan, the sound low and guttural and ravenous.
Zion and Blade laugh. I strain to look up and catch them exchanging the kind of self-satisfied look I’d absolutely hate under other circumstances. And I hate it a little bit now, but it also hits me in that shame/pleasure spot that I’m just beginning to explore. I want more of it. So, instead of backing up, I move closer to him, edge his cock inside the metal rim of the gag and let it fill my mouth.
I push in and in and he throws back his head and groans, wraps his fingers in my hair and pulls me hard toward him and it’s rough and so good. So good. I want hands on me everywhere. I want to be filled, I want more, more,more. I want to feel him take me every way he wants, every way he can.
“Whoa, whoa, baby.” He uses my hair to pull me off him. A string of drool connecting us until he shoves himself back in, farther this time, more aggressively, and, holy shit, I think I’m going to come. You can’t come from a blow job, can you?
As he presses deep, gagging me for a few uncomfortable seconds and then pulling out again, I barely notice my own hands at my breasts, pulling hard, squeezing, hurting them, which shoots electric currents to my core. I can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Writhe to get away, and he lets me go. I gasp, the drool flows freely from my mouth, my eyes crying like I’d imagined they would.
I hadn’t imagined how it would feel in my body, though, the full, swollen, open thing. The raw nerves and wide, wide realm of possibilities. The vague, but intense, somehow letting go and justbeingthing. That’s what this is.
I’m here. I’m here and Iam. That’s it. That’s all.
“What do you think, man?” Zion rubs his cock along the outside of my mouth, my cheek, my eye. “Lick my balls,” he says and, god, I’ve never complied with anything as fast in my life.
It’s not easy, but I get my tongue on him and with a grunt, he says, “Fuck, you’ve got to try it out, man. Come here. Give it a shot.”
It, he said. It. Like I’m just a thing to be tried out and enjoyed.
