Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Cara rubbed Rick's cockhead on my lips and like some mindless automaton I opened my lips to receive it.

She fed it to me with her fragile slender black fingers which grazed my lips magically. A cock was in my mouth and somehow I liked it for the sole reason that it was her hand giving it to me and that the three girls were watching.

Meanwhile Skipper spoke up, "Isn't someone going to help me!" Whitney volunteered immediately.

I felt her hand take hold of Skip, fumbling as she awkwardly pressed his cock to my netherhole.

They pushed his hard cockhead to my ass with great pressure but it just wouldn't go in. They rubbed it up and down my crack, applied more lube, and kept trying.

On the couch Barb was vocally disappointed saying, "Ken, you're failing us. I picked you for this role because I thought we could count on you. But if you can't do it we'll just sideline you for Skip."

I certainly didn't want to let anyone down. I definitely didn't want to fail the first time I was picked. I was the star.

But it wasn't my fault they couldn't get his cock to go in. It must be too big. Or not enough lube. It was Cara's fault if anyone's.

I could try.

I thought about what I was thinking. I could try to let a woman put a man's cock in my ass.

It was gay but didn't want to be prejudiced. If this were a straight situation I wouldn't hesitate. I shouldn't worry about that.

I was an engineer after all and this was just a mechanical problem in search of a solution.

His cock was too big or my hole was too small. Or maybe not too small but too tight.

I couldn't control the size of his cock but I could relax. So I did.

Splayed over the ottoman in a white bridal ensemble I got into my role as Barbie on her wedding night. Forget that I was a man, that I normally played Ken, that there were three other guys playing Ken, and that we had an audience.

I was Barbie and I was going to get fucked.

I lifted my bum to create a better angle and set aside all stress. I couldn't speak with Rick plugging my mouth but I was the star of the play. Instead I would act out my lines nonverbally: "Ken, I love you but I'm a virgin." and "There's just a hymen. Be gentle with me but do what you want." These were the thoughts I projected.

I willed my ass to open and accept a penis – but it still didn't work. Barb threw up her hands, "If you want something done…"

She came over to us and roughly jammed a finger up my asshole. It was no wonder his cock wouldn't fit, given how tight her finger was.

She started wiggling and prying with her finger saying how she was gonna make me lose even if she killed me in the process. That wasn't very encouraging.

But I still liked the female attention and regained my lost erection which bumped the front of the foot stool.

Also, I found it easier to relax now that she was stroking the inside of my rectum.

Skip tried again and with Barb's help got the head in my ass.

Rick had been kneeling in front of me not doing anything but watching and waiting, though Cara had been slowly masturbating him into my mouth.

Periodically I tasted a sweet discharge but really didn't think about it too much given what was going on behind me.

Once both cocks had been started Barb gave the signal to begin in earnest, "Whew, that was hard. But we're ready, Kens. Time for our only virgin to give it up."

Our little band gave a cheer, and I found myself cheering with them even though I didn't share their same enthusiasm.

Rick at the front and Skip at the back started working their cocks into me with help from Cara and Barb. I was sure Whitney must have felt displaced now that her job had been stolen.

In my mouth there was no resistance but I can't say it was pleasant. Behind me, my ass still tried to expel the intruder but there were no teeth or tongue to get in the way.

I grunted and shifted my body uncomfortably seeing if I could optimize the experience.

More and more dick wormed into me from both ends. More and more I got used to it.

Finally relaxing, my body slumped which is when I noticed Whitney's hand caressing my balls.

Cara was still guiding Ricky's cock past my lips. Barb was back on the couch and I really didn't know what Tiff had been up to.

Barb was hooting, "Now that's what I'm talking about."

The guys plowed me making appreciative noises the whole time.

Rick said something was wrong with my blowjob technique so Cara gave me tips, "You can't just open your mouth. Suck it. Use your lips and tongue." So I did. "That a girl. Now suck hard when he pulls back but try to engulf as much as you can when he drives forward." So I did that too.

Whitney kept stroking my balls, her hand sandwiched between Skip and I. Every time he bottomed out her hand was forced to smash my balls. It wasn't too hard though.

When Cara's pretty hand tugged on Rick's testicles they drew up close to his body whereupon she squealed, "Ricky's cumming!"

This started as a play but it was getting very real. How had I never considered that Rick would want to cum in my mouth? I knew what a blowjob was after all. And I was giving a blowjob in the real world.

Barb jumped to her feet, coming close to watch, "Ok look how tight his nuts are. I see it – I can see the first spasm. Oh I love how it jerks."

Sure enough the thick cock in my mouth jerked and pulsed and then I felt it. Thick creamy cum shot out onto my tongue.

He kept sawing into me, depositing cum sometimes just inside my lips, and sometimes deep into my mouth.

It was smooth and viscous and coated my tongue, being whipped into a froth by his fucking. It was unique, and interesting, and objectively an experience enjoyed by everyone in the room with the possible exception of me.

When Ricky was done they all congratulated me saying things like, "Nicely done." And "Your first blowjob was great!" I felt proud. Oddly satisfied.

Skip and Whitney plugged on, fucking my ass.

I dropped my head, gathering my wits. It felt like it was over: as soon as Skip came we would be done. How wrong I was.

First there was a quiet pause then Barb exclaimed loudly, "Wow, that thing really grew!

Others started making their own observations, "It must be ten inches long.", "Can anyone take it?.", or "I wish I could ride it."

Tiff said, "It's a normal thickness. Nine inches. And everyone can take it."

I lifted my head, and even though I was being rocked back and forth, I could still see that it was real long.

I thought about my own cock and for the first time since our play had started I was feeling more insecure and less like a star.

Cara lifted it up and slapped it on my tongue with a thwack, causing a dollop of spooge to fling into my open oral cavity.

The weight of it literally depressed my tongue. With no warning or prelude, Cara, spurred by her own excitement, slapped Tiff on the ass, making him jump forward rapidly.

The first third of his cock, right up to the circumcision line, jammed into me. I too was captivated by the manly cock so I sucked fervently.

Skip and Whitney were steadily persevering in fucking my ass. I was really loose by now and it was hitting some spot that felt real good.

Whit was focused on my ass ring, "I love how it's getting depressed then sucked out." Saying that she touched my rim then circled it even as a cock plungered me.

I couldn't turn my head especially now that both Cara and Tiff were holding it tightly, but hearing a noise I turned my eyes: Barb had her hands under her skirt, frigging furiously.

Cara asked Tiff, "Can anyone really swallow it?"

He answered, "Oh yea, I just grab and push. There's usually some gagging and struggling, maybe a little retching at the end, but no one's told me to stop yet."

The springs in the couch kept up their rhythmic squeaking and Barb panted, "Show us Tiff. We wanna see it go all the way."

I felt compelled myself, to swallow the whole log. He was a stud and I was his bride. It was my duty to give myself to him. I would have joined in the chorus to demand he throat me but couldn't for obvious reasons. Instead I reached around his thighs, pulling on them with my fingertips.

Tiff had all the encouragement he needed. Grabbing my head in a vice-like grip he pushed hard and unrelentingly.

Everyone froze while the remainder of that salami forced its way down my throat.

As it stretched and assaulted my throat I was now gripped with a sudden fear. There was an irresistible urge to cough and I gagged uncontrollably. But there was nowhere for my cough to go, no benefit to gagging.

I pushed at his thighs to no avail. I tried to twist away. I dug my toes into the carpet. When that failed I tried to stand but was held down by the four.

Barb yelled out, "I'm close. I'm so close."

I tried yelling myself, "Take it out! Stop!" Of course none of my words came out.

Whitney said, "You guys should coordinate." So they did.

Tiff was fast and that was good. He facefucked me violently for just a couple minutes crushing my head down on the ottoman as he did. Finally, he added his own screams to the mix, "I'm going to give it to you? Where do you want it, Ken?"

I couldn't answer so why did he ask?

Barb answered for me, "She wants it directly down her throat. Spew it all the way down and hold your big cock in there while we all cum together."

"Is that right, Ken? Should I put it in your stomach?"

Whitney and Cara were breathing heavily, "Yes. Put it down there in Ken's tummy."

Cara told Whit, "Squeeze his cock while he cums in Ken's A-hole." And I could feel both their tiny hands squeezing the guys' cocks as they unloaded in me.

With the coordination Tiff and Skip had, they both looked up, yelling out in their orgasms.

The guys fell off me, exhausted and satisfied until we heard Barb complaining, "You stupid idiot, Tiff! You broke character by calling her Ken. You made me lose my orgasm."

That was an awkward tense moment with Barb bitching at everyone. The party broke up with all of us quietly drifting away silently.

A couple days later, I was on my way to Barbs for my morning workout. I wasn't at all embarrassed about what I'd done. Barb seemed to have no pride and as long as things were her idea she didn't judge people. I did what I was supposed to. She was mad at everyone except me. She was actually proud of me.

I didn't love the gay sex but I didn't hate it and still, some sex was better than no sex.

I mean, she'd gotten me new free weights at her place and by now I was addicted to working out, and hooked on the pussy eating when she was in the mood. Neither of us came the other day so maybe today would be my day.

At the coffee shop I texted that I was ready for Barb's order.

Lisa was chatty while we waited, "You know, I liked you before all the changes. So smart and caring. But I guess I'm too shy to do anything about it."

Clueless, I wondered what she meant by 'do anything about it'.

Lisa was pretty cute. And also seemed kind and caring. She reached over the counter and stroked my bicep, then I understood that she was letting me know that she liked me."

In a rare moment of confidence the real world slapped my face with a wake-up call. I blurted out, "You want to go get lunch. I've got nowhere else to go."

Her shift was over in half an hour so I got just one drink for myself and nursed it until she was done.

Lisa and I went to my favorite bistro and in the meantime my phone blew up with texts from Barb.

"Where are you?" You're ruining my whole day."

She seemed so desperate. I didn't know I was so important to her.

But Lisa treated me like I was important too. And she was so much more genuine and friendly. The kind of girl I could go for.

I ignored Barb's texts, "Lisa, I think you're pretty great. We should hang out all day.

She stared deeply into my eyes. Actually seeing into my soul, "I'd love nothing more."

Lisa and I didn't have a fairy tale romance. We didn't ride off into the sunset or play out scripted dramas. We had our ups and downs, but mostly had a normal forever relationship.

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