A Happy Bunch Ch. 01

Tags: bisexual male, mmf, spit play, piss play, anal, rough sex, squirting

Author's Note:

All characters in this story are 18 or older. A Happy Bunch is an explicit, emotionally intense tale featuring adult themes including bisexual male-male sex, group sex (MMF), piss play, spit play, power dynamics, and raw, uninhibited eroticism.

This story explores pleasure, connection, and the complexity of polyamorous relationships through scenes of graphic sexuality, deep intimacy, and emotional surrender. Reader discretion is advised.

A Happy Bunch is a revised version of my own previously published story, A Happy Throuple.

1

Breaking up is never easy, but sometimes it's inevitable--and absolutely necessary. I wasn't happy when Brit and I ended things, but I think we were both relieved. Our relationship had run its course. We were still young, and maybe we'd each go find what we were really looking for. In her case, maybe that was a mature guy, someone who wanted to settle down, start a family--then probably divorce a couple of years later.

Me? I was young. Nineteen. Inexperienced, full of wild fantasies--hot, dirty, sweaty sex. I wasn't looking for someone to boss me around or nag me into monogamy. I just wanted to live my fantasies before I got too old or too tied down.

Sex with Brit had been nice at first. But pretty early on, she let it slip that she wasn't into trying new things. Not into anything "unusual." Meanwhile, I was--and still am--a bit of a freak. Always open to exploring. Always curious. I like pushing boundaries and widening already wide horizons.

Brit was my first. We had sex just a few days after my eighteenth birthday. Only one month later I moved in with her. I fell in love, sure--but I quickly realized that she'd never give me a blowjob or a handjob, and she sure as hell would never rim me, finger me, or peg me with a strap-on.

Yep. That was the sort of stuff I was into. I'll explain more later. But back then, I already knew our compatibility--both romantic and sexual--was off. And when she started complaining that I took "too long" to climax, even when I was only two minutes in? Yeah. That hit hard.

She'd say things like:

"Are you done yet?"

That one sentence shattered my confidence. Four simple words that made me feel inadequate, incompetent... impotent.

Brit was ten years older than me. Already been married. Already divorced. Her ex-husband had been emotionally abusive and cheated on her with one of her best friends. Looking back, I realize I was the rebound. And if I'm being honest, she was too young for me. Because the truth is... I like older women. And older men. Always have. Always will.

My obsession with MILFs and FILFs probably comes from growing up without affection. Even as a kid, I had crushes on my teachers--both male and female. And that's how I met Brit. She was my English teacher my last year of high school.

I admit it--I'm a little messed up. But Brit? She was messed up too--in a bitter, angry way. She needed someone older, someone just as jaded. Someone who matched her energy. Preferably a bitter, prematurely ejaculating cynic.

Okay, I'm being mean now. The truth is: Brit was a good woman. Just not the right one for me.

So why was I with her? Easy. She was crazy. And hot. And crazy hot drama? That's the best kind. You know what I mean? Some of you definitely know what I mean.

Close your eyes. Picture the hottest Nordic blonde you can imagine. Did you do it? Good. Now, Brit is that girl's much hotter older sister.

The night we broke up, I was fingering her while whispering one of my impromptu erotic bedtime stories into her ear. She loved those. Always creamed all over my fingers when I told them. Most of the stories involved a big black guy with a huge dick, and a hot blonde with big tits fucking her in a threesome.

Sometimes it was a full-blown orgy--sweaty, rough, and raw. But even in my own fantasies, Brit never let me participate. I was just there, watching, while she got railed.

"You're such a good storyteller," she used to say, breathless and soaked. "I can feel that big black dick fucking me. Please, make him fuck me harder..."

That night, I held her tight, whispering about how this godlike black stud was pounding her pussy. One arm wrapped around her, my fingers working her hard, my thumb on her clit. I even grabbed a big black rubber dildo from the bedside table and slapped her cheek gently before sliding it into her.

She moaned and writhed, lost in the scene I painted with words and touch.

And then she said something new:

"Is one of them Ellie?"

That caught me off guard. It was the first time she'd brought a real person into our stories. Ellie--her best friend. Exotic. Devastatingly hot. Of course she deserved a place in our fantasies.

"Yes," I whispered. "She's sucking your nipple right now. Do you like that?"

"Oh, fuck yes..."

Brit came hard.

Afterward, as she caught her breath, she surprised me. She said she wouldn't mind trying it for real--being with a black guy and another girl, with me watching.

Turned on, I said I'd love that. But then I added that I also wanted to join in--with the guy. That I wanted to touch his dick, maybe even get fucked by him right in front of her.

She exploded.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

"You like dicks?"

"Yep."

"Not funny."

"I'm serious."

She lost it. Called me names. Flung the dildo at me--hard. Told me it was over.

Looking back, I don't blame her. I probably should've had the talk earlier. You know, the whole "sometimes a bird wants to do it with a bird instead of a bee" kind of thing. Not that that makes any sense. It's hard enough explaining sex to a child, let alone to a furious woman wielding a dildo like a weapon.

"You probably bought this for yourself!" she screamed, swinging it at my face again.

"I--I bought it for both of us..." I mumbled.

Rubber dildos really hurt when thrown with the rage of a betrayed blonde. And yeah--if she'd known how many times I'd jerked off with that thing inside me while she was out partying... she really would've exploded.

"Oh my god, you're gay!" she barked when she finally calmed down. "I should've seen it! The signs! You're a pretty boy, you dress well, keep in shape, clean everything obsessively, and--you love eating pussy!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Eating pussy makes me gay now?"

"You're too caring!" she went on. "You have to make me come every damn time. And you're good at it. Only a girl--or maybe a sissy--loves eating pussy that much!"

I tried to stay calm. "Didn't you just say you wanted to sleep with another girl? And that you had a thing for Ellie? Doesn't that make you gay?"

"I've done it with another girl!" she snapped. "Right after my divorce. With Ellie. And you eat pussy better than she does!"

'Wait. Ellie?

Holy. Shit.

Brit and Ellie?'

I was stunned. Turned on. A little flattered. And then mad--mostly at myself for being the rebound idiot. But I didn't blow up. I didn't scream. Because by then, I knew--it was already over.

"So," I finally said, clearing my throat. "You're actually bisexual... but you're pissed at me because I think I might be bisexual?"

"Girls are different," she said, lips pouting, eyes narrowing like a spoiled little girl throwing her last tantrum. "You are gay!"

"If I'm gay," I said with a grin, "then you must be a lesbian!"

"No!" she snapped. "Girls are different!"

"Different how?"

"They just are!" she huffed. "I mean... you... you like sucking cock? Taking a guy's dick up your ass?"

"I've never done it," I replied. "But the thought of it really turns me on. I know, and you know, that I love having sex with women--but yeah, I also really want to be with a guy at some point. I want to try it. Sooner rather than later."

"You're just a fucking pretty, sissy... kid," Brit said, voice cracking as she lost her cool again. "My friends, my mom, they all said I was crazy for being with you. Ten years younger. Fuck. They were right."

Of course they were right. What kind of sane woman starts an affair with her eighteen-year-old student and moves him in after just a month?

"What does being younger have to do with me liking men?" I asked, already knowing I wouldn't get a real answer. Brit just scoffed and looked away.

"Suit yourself," I said bitterly. "Go find yourself a straight dude who doesn't give a fuck about you. Or better yet, go fuck Ellie again and pretend that's not lesbian sex!"

"So you confess you're gay?" she asked, slumping down in a chair.

"I'm not gay," I said. "But I'm not straight either. Or maybe I'm both. I want to have sex with men and women--preferably at the same time. That's what I think about when we're having vanilla sex in the dark."

"Wow!" she sneered, with a self-righteous smirk. "Not gonna happen. Not with me. Not in this town. You should move to some gay city or join one of those filthy dating sites to find a girl and a guy to fuck you at the same time."

Honestly? That was the best damn advice anyone had ever given me.

I didn't want to move to a "gay city." What even is a gay city? San Francisco? Sydney? Sodom?

But she was right about one thing: our small town wasn't exactly a hub for bisexual self-discovery. No gay-friendly bars. No swinger clubs. No poly community where I could be open, real, and seen.

Online? That was the move. The realistic option. A path I could start on without needing a plane ticket or a time machine.

It was right there--in the middle of our final argument, when I said it out loud, when I owned my truth--that I realized what I needed to do. No father to guide me. No mother who cared. But Brit--Brit, of all people--had pointed me toward something I never knew I could claim: freedom.

She wasn't a bad person. Just the wrong one for me.

And she knew it, too.

That made the breakup easier.

About an hour after our final fight, I packed my suitcase. I hugged her, kissed her cheek, and left.

And you know what? If you're bi, ambi, poly, metro, pan--or just someone who knows they love pussy and cock like I do--be honest with yourself. Don't worry about the labels or the noise. If someone calls you a sinner or a freak, know that you're not alone.

People struggle to understand us because they don't know where to file us. And that's not our problem.

Right--if you're reading this again, you have my full permission to skip over these preachy, thinky parts. But I needed to say it.

Now, where were we?

Ah, yes. I knew I couldn't change Brit's mind. Couldn't change anyone's mind who doesn't want to open it.

So I walked away.

I left Brit behind. I left the guilt. I left the shame. And I remember the sound the door made when she slammed it shut behind me.

It was the sound of hope.

I was finally free.

2

I moved out of Brit's place and found a small flat near the sawmill where I had been working for almost a year. When still in highschool, I'd already left my mother's house and lived on my own with a bit of help from my grandfather. I worked part-time while I finished high school.

People couldn't believe I lived independently, let alone did physical labor for a living. I never made a fuss about it. I guess I didn't look the part--too soft, too pretty, too clean to be lifting logs and chopping wood. But I loved it. The sweat, the rhythm, the ache in my arms after a long day--it made me feel strong. Real.

I worked out in the gym to carve out some lines on my lean body, ran a few kilometers every morning, and swam laps at the local pool as often as I could. I liked how that made me feel--grounded, focused, real. Not just some twink with big eyes and soft lips.

Brit, and eventually most people I slept with, called me pretty. Never handsome. Probably because I've always been small-framed with a baby face, pale blue eyes, and golden hair so light it practically glows in the sun.

I speak softly. I try to be polite. I tend to listen more than I talk. Not because I'm trying to be charming--it's just how I survived growing up in chaos.

There were no warm family dinners or bedtime stories in my house. My parents were constantly at war, slamming doors, breaking bottles, screaming like animals. Cops came often. Neighbors stared. I learned early on that love didn't always look like love--and silence, books, and tools were safer than people.

When my dad finally bailed, my mom spiraled. Booze. Random guys. Then she settled on a total piece of shit who made everything worse. Fights. Bruises. Screaming matches at 2 a. m.

So yeah, that's my origin story. Not tragic enough for a Netflix doc, but fucked up enough that I should probably be in therapy.

Instead, I found my peace in building things. Fixing things. Giving objects the kind of care I never got. By sixteen, I was making decent money doing odd jobs--repairing furniture, assembling baby cribs, restoring old radios. I even made a few dollhouses that people paid good money for. Hands steady, eyes sharp, always focused.

One of my lovers once laughed and called me a "dynamic genius fucktoy." I mean--rude? Accurate? Maybe both. I took it as a compliment.

Anyway, I know I'm rambling. You probably didn't come here to read about trauma and toolboxes. You want the sex. The moaning. The wet, raw, unfiltered heat. You want to know how I got from fixing lawnmowers to getting spit-roasted by a hot couple and their friends.

Too much too soon? Dragging on with too little? Bear with me.

I promise, if you keep reading, you'll be rewarded. You'll get your filthy little payoff. And who knows--you might even find a few things worth keeping along the way.

Still with me?

Good.

Let's get on with it, then.

A couple weeks after things ended with Brit, I rushed home from work one day, heart pounding with anticipation. I couldn't wait to check my phone. A message was waiting for me in my inbox--and not just any message. This one was special. NSFW special. The kind you don't risk opening at work, no matter how badly you want to.

A few days earlier, I'd joined an adult dating site that specialized in bisexual dating and multipartner swinging. No messing around. Just real people, looking for real, filthy fun. I'd created a profile, uploaded a few nude selfies, and--I'll be honest--put a lot of effort into it. Presentation matters.

Lucky for me, I'm not just cute. I'm photogenic. I've got that soft-but-cut, sweet-but-naughty thing going on, and I know how to use it. Plus, I'm not too bad behind the camera. I used a compact digital cam with a flip screen and remote shutter, set it up on a tripod, and got to work.

Before the shoot, I shaved my chest and trimmed what little body hair I had. Cleaned up my pubes. Shaved my balls. I wanted to look slick, polished, delicious. Then I posed.

The first photo I uploaded showed me leaning against the kitchen counter, abs flexed, cock hard and proud, catching the light just right. The second was... a bit more daring.

Black fishnet stockings. Matching garter belt. No panties. Another hard-on--bigger this time, glistening with precum. I'd bought the outfit from a site that sells lingerie specifically designed for men. And let me tell you, it was a revelation.

I'd never worn anything like that before. But the second I slipped the stockings up my legs and clipped the garter belt around my waist, I felt electric. If you think a guy in sexy lingerie looks too effeminate, fair enough. Not everyone's into it. But damn, you should've seen me.

The way the fishnets hugged my thighs. The way the garter framed the sharp lines of my V-cut. I looked like the perfect fusion of feminine delicacy and masculine edge--soft and hard in all the right places. I looked... fuckable. No two ways about it.

I jerked off a few times that day--before and after the photoshoot. It was that kind of experience. Hot. New. Wild.

I blurred out my face before uploading the pics, of course. Then I filled out the rest of my profile: likes, dislikes, kinks, positions, limits, preferences, fantasies... all of it. Honest and raw. No point pretending to be someone else. If people were gonna want me, I wanted it to be for me.

Then I paid for a month of premium. If I was gonna do this, I was doing it right.

Finally, I started browsing through the couples section--specifically those seeking a man. My heart raced as I scrolled through profiles. I could already imagine the stories behind the faces. The possibilities. The heat.

And then--one of them messaged me.

But I'll get to that.

First... you should probably pour yourself a drink.

Because things are about to get a whole lot hotter.

--

To my surprise, there were lots of swingers near my area looking to hook up with single men. But it didn't take long before the novelty wore off. I got tired of scrolling through endless close-ups of genitals--flesh with no faces, all looking for one thing: a big dick.

Now, for the record, I'm very happy with mine. Size, shape, personality--he's a solid ten in my book. My cock is like a good friend. Always cheerful, never complains, lifts my spirits when I'm down, and frankly, gets me into the kind of trouble that makes life worth living. Sure, he's impulsive. Sure, he's reckless. But hey--I'm young, hot, and full of... well, you know.

Still, I wasn't looking for genitals searching for genitals. I wanted heat, yes--but also connection. Playfulness. Maybe even chemistry. So I tossed my phone on the bed and went to fix something to eat, already half-resigned to the idea that the whole thing was just a waste of time.

And then... my phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Then again.

The messages started pouring in.

Two were from single guys who just wanted to suck me off--straight to the point, I guess. Another one wanted me to tie him up and spank the hell out of him. Respectfully... no thanks.

Then there was a "couple" who turned out to be a single, overly hairy dude pretending to be someone else. Classic. Blocked.

Another pair refused to send face pics, even after I'd already sent mine. That's a no from me, darling.

Just as I was about to give up--there it was.

The message.

The profile picture stopped me in my tracks. A couple, mid-thirties, sitting close together at what looked like a tropical restaurant. He wore a tight muscle tank, showing off his sculpted arms. She was glowing in a strappy summer dress that hugged every perfect curve. They were both smiling, eyes crinkled, faces totally visible--no filters, no masks, no bullshit.

They radiated confidence. Playfulness. That kind of natural, unbothered sex appeal that makes you feel like you're being invited into something exciting, even just from a photo.

My heart kicked up a notch.

I opened their message.

The content... was very, very promising.

*

Hi Cutie. I'm Kari. My husband Ken and I have read your profile and absolutely loved it. Looks like you could be a perfect match for us. If you're interested, send me the untouched versions of your hot lingerie pictures. We both want to see if your face matches your adorable body. I see that you like big cocks. Please confirm that you are really willing to let my husband fuck your hot ass with his thick, 24 cm cock as hard and as much as he wants. Once I have your confirmation, you will receive a formal invitation and further instructions for a trial session with us.

Don't keep me waiting too long.

Kari

*

For those of you who call football "soccer"--twenty-four centimeters is about nine and a half inches.

Now, I know some people think it's tacky to give exact measurements of tits and dicks, but I love those funny, squishy, cushy, bouncy things. I love cocks, balls, clits, pussy folds, tits, nipples, perineums, assholes, lips--and yeah, sometimes the smaller ones too, but I mostly enjoy the big cocks.

You don't really get how massive a cock is until it's right in front of your face. I thought my seventeen centimeter dildo had prepped me for anything. Cute, right? Ignorance is bliss.

I was shaking. By the third time I read the message, my mouth was dry and my cock was so hard it was twitching. I clicked their profile with trembling fingers and read it over and over again like it was holy scripture.

Here's what I remember:

*

MF couple looking for a cute young boyfriend.

38/M, 38/F

About us:

We are a married, easygoing, adventurous, athletic, good-looking, and perpetually horny couple. We enjoy sexy, quiet evenings, love watching movies at home, traveling, working out, and hiking. We don't do drugs, drink moderately, and smoke occasionally. We absolutely love sex. We are both bisexuals with lots of experience.

Interested in:

We are looking for a young man for hot, long sex sessions with both of us.

Kinks:

Group sex. Light dominance. Sex toys. Sex furniture. Light bondage.

Other naughty games.

Before you contact us, please make sure that you are:

1. Healthy, polite, fit, virile, and good-looking.

2. Not older (or look older) than 21.

3. Obedient, and willing to try various naughty fetishes (no pain or bodily harm).

4. Bisexual--not just bi-curious or "orally bi" (experience not necessary).

5. Willing to let the master of the house fuck your ass as much, as long, and as often as he wishes.

6. Willing to fuck the lady of the house whenever ordered to do so.

*

That was the gist. I was equal parts turned on, intimidated, and intrigued. And I knew--I knew--this message was going to change everything.

After reading through their profile a few more times, I was flattered. This sexy, confident, seemingly selective couple was actually interested in me. I put my phone down and went to the kitchen for a cold beer, still buzzing with disbelief.

As I leaned against the counter, I closed my eyes and let the images flood in--Ken, fucking me hard with that massive cock of his... me, burying myself in Kari, making her scream with pleasure. My cock was throbbing, aching for release. I wanted to jerk off right then and there, but first, I had to reply to their message.

It took me all of five seconds to chug the beer, then I ran back to my phone, heart pounding, hands shaking as I typed:

*

Dear Kari,

I hereby confirm that I am sincerely looking forward to having Ken fuck my ass with his 24 cm cock.

My ass belongs to Ken, and my cock belongs to you.

Hoping to receive your invitation soon.

Hornily yours,

Leo

*

Who the heck is Leo? Oh--right. That's me. Your friend, the storyteller. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself properly.

Hi, my name is Leo. Nice to meet you.

Now, back to the story.

I attached the unedited version of my now-famous lingerie photo, held my breath, and hit send.

Then... panic.

Did I mess it up? Was my reply too short? Too weird? Too forward? Too funny? Fuck.

Each second crawled by, slow and agonizing, until I noticed I already had a new message blinking in my inbox.

*

Hi Leo,

LOL! You're funny--and sooo cute. Such a hottie. Wow!

*

Okay, good start. But... was that it? Where was the invitation?

Another message arrived, and this time, it was the real deal:

*

Dear Leo,

You are cordially invited to join us for a hot trial sex session tomorrow (Friday, 7 PM) at our house.

If we click, you'll be staying with us for the weekend.

Don't forget to pack an overnight bag and bring your sexy lingerie.

You'll receive our address tomorrow afternoon.

See you soon,

Kari & Ken

*

I cracked open a second beer and chugged it like my life depended on it. The shaking finally stopped.

What had just happened felt like a dream--but it wasn't. This was real. I checked their profile one more time just to be sure, but everything still looked legit. More than legit. Their layout, their tone... it was unlike anything else I'd seen. Candid. Personal. Sexy as hell.

It took forever to fall asleep, and I had work the next day, so I had to get some rest. Eventually, around 2 AM, I passed out--only to wake up at 4:30, nerves firing on all cylinders.

3

The next day around 2 p. m., a notification popped up on my phone--Kari and Ken had sent me their address. There was no phone number, which, honestly, was a relief. I sometimes get really nervous talking on the phone with people I don't know well.

Considering how shy I was back then, I have no idea how I mustered the courage to show up for what was essentially a sex marathon with two complete strangers. I was on autopilot--hormonal cruise control. Not having to speak on the phone only added to the mystery, heightening the whole experience.

I googled the address. It was in a secluded area near a small Nordic town, just across the water. The drive would take about an hour and a half.

I washed my car, got a quick trim, and bought a new shirt.

It was the perfect day for a drive. The sun lit up the lush green plains, and the air was warm and fragrant. Still in my car, I boarded the ferry that connects our two towns.

I realized I'd been so caught up in the excitement I hadn't eaten anything all day--which turned out to be a blessing. Getting fucked in the ass on a full stomach is not exactly a smart move.

I stopped at a coffee shop for a cappuccino and a muffin, then continued toward Kari and Ken's place.

The drive took me past barns, old and new farms, and then finally down a long, narrow road. It twisted beautifully through the countryside. No houses in sight for a good while--then suddenly, out of nowhere, a closed gate appeared.

As I got closer, I saw two security cameras mounted on metal posts, one on each side of the gate. I rolled down my window and looked into the nearest camera. Before I could say anything, the gate silently opened.

I passed a couple of small ponds before reaching the driveway that ran alongside a large, stunning man-made lake and ended at a white, contemporary mini-mansion. The whole property was surrounded by a meticulously landscaped garden--modern, sculpted, lush. A stone path meandered through it, leading to a gazebo by the water.

Kari and Ken had to be seriously wealthy to live like this.

I was still absorbing the beauty of the place when I noticed the figure standing on the patio in front of the house--Kari, waving at me as I pulled in and parked.

The first thing that caught my eye as I walked toward her was her stunningly athletic figure. She wore a sheer lavender open-front babydoll, matching panties, and heels. Her legs were long and toned, with thighs and calves like a fitness model's. Her breasts were perfectly round and firm--not massive, but they looked even fuller thanks to her flat stomach and narrow waist.

I've never known her actual bra size. I don't ask ladies or gentlemen about the dimensions of their private parts. If they volunteer, I'll remember, but I don't carry a measuring tape around. I know a double D is big, and an A is small. Kari was somewhere in between--definitely not a double D, but much more than an A. Perfectly shaped, with pink areolas and slightly darker, rubbery nipples that looked like they could pop right through her bra when aroused.

Okay--jumping ahead a bit. Obviously, I hadn't seen her naked yet. But even from where I stood, I could see the smooth tone of her arms, the strength in her shoulders, and her delicate neckline. Her golden hair was swept up in a loose, playful updo. The way the strands shimmered in the sunlight, set against her naturally tanned skin--it was enough to make me dizzy with euphoria.

"Hello, cutie," she said with a dazzling smile, her perfect teeth flashing as her celestial voice caressed both my ears and every nerve in my body.

When you fantasize about the perfect woman, what do you see in your mind? Do you remember that beautiful blonde I asked you to picture earlier? The one with the prettier sister? Now--picture their stunning, gracefully aged mother.

Her elegant updo, long lashes, a hint of lavender eyeshadow, those ravishing green eyes, pouty lips slick with glossy pink lipstick, and matching nails. Her exquisite hands, her perfume--sweet, spicy, and intoxicating--it all came together to give her this ethereal aura of eroticism.

You think I'm exaggerating?

I'm not. If anything, I'm underselling it.

You already know I'm a sucker for hot, older women. She stood there like some kind of mother-angel-stripper hybrid, that sheer babydoll clinging to her perfect curves, looking like she'd stepped out of a dream and into my very real life. And the way she smiled at me--genuinely delighted to see me--I was done for.

"Hello?" she said again, playfully, tilting her head. "Earth to Leo!"

"Oh! I'm sorry," I stammered, snapping out of my trance. "It's me. I mean I'm... hi. Hello."

"God," she giggled. "You're so cute. Shy?"

"Me?" I mumbled, nerves hijacking my tongue. "Yes. No. Yes?"

Kari gave a soft, melodic laugh that made my heart flutter. She stepped closer, slipped one hand behind my head, and pulled me into her arms. And then--her lips found mine.

I nearly fainted.

Her kiss was immediate and confident. Her tongue stroked my teeth, then slid into my mouth with ease, like it already knew the way.

"Mmm," she purred, pleased with how I kissed her back.

Her warm breath danced across my skin, and I felt my legs turn to jelly. When she paused and leaned back, I instinctively stepped forward, took hold of her neck, and kissed her again--channeling whatever Hollywood leading man I had buried inside me.

We kissed like we had waited our whole lives for it. In reality, it was probably only a minute--but it felt infinite.

And yes, we were already exchanging saliva. A lot of it. Kari seemed to enjoy filling my mouth with hers, leaving me no choice but to swallow.

I hesitated at first--shy guy, remember?--but eventually I let myself go and returned the gesture, letting a trail of my saliva slip past my lips and into hers.

Her muffled moan was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard.

I had only ever been with one woman before, and she wasn't into kissing--at least not like this. No swapping, no mess, no heat. So this? This was new. And it felt natural. I was already hers.

"Oh," Kari breathed, pulling back again. "You just..."

"Good kisser?"

A deep, confident voice startled me from behind. I turned to see Ken standing there, his presence as commanding as it was inviting.

"I believe we hit the jackpot," Kari replied, her smile beaming with delight as she glanced at her husband.

"Ken," the handsome man said, stepping forward to shake my hand. "You must be Leo."

I nodded, fumbling my words. "Hmm, I hope so. I mean--I'm Leo. Meet you. I mean... nice to meet you. Very nice meeting you."

Before I could completely unravel, Ken took hold of my shoulders and gently pulled me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me in a warm, firm embrace, and then--he kissed me on the forehead. It was tender, grounding. Soothing.

Right beside us, Kari slipped her fingers under my chin and tilted my face up. Suddenly, I was looking straight into Ken's deep brown eyes--piercing, but kind.

And just like that, I had my first physical contact with another man.

A strong, confident, breathtakingly handsome man. Ken radiated calm and strength in equal measure, and his gentleness caught me completely off guard. He looked a bit older than in his pictures--the temples of his thick, dark hair streaked with distinguished gray, like Mister Fantastic.

Think Pierce Brosnan--not slick 007 Brosnan, but the brooding, salt-and-pepper version from The Ghost Writer or The November Man. Only Ken was a bit more muscular. He wore a tight white T-shirt and white shorts that clung to his body like a second skin. Every muscle was visible.

And then there was... the bulge.

'Wow!'

I think I blacked out for a second when he lowered his face and kissed me--on the lips. Soft, sure, and tender. I'd always fantasized about being taken by a man, but kissing one? I hadn't known what I'd feel. But with Ken, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness. Only warmth.

Kari stayed close, her hand still under my chin, the other now gently stroking the back of my head. Her breath tingled against my cheek--then I shuddered when I felt the smooth flick of her tongue on my earlobe.

My legs nearly gave out.

Ken's strong arms kept me upright. Our bodies pressed together--hard muscle on hard muscle--and it felt... right. I love the softness of a woman's embrace, but a man's? A strong, caring man's hug? That's a whole different kind of comfort. A protective stillness.

Daddy-hugs are the best.

Kari's tongue slowly traced a path up and down my neck as Ken's tongue explored my mouth, patient and warm.

"Arms up," Kari whispered behind me.

I obeyed instinctively. She grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and peeled it off over my head.

"Oh my, oh my," Kari sang in delight. "Look at our cutie's body. So lean and muscular. Mmm! He didn't look this defined in the photos."

Ken broke the kiss, stepping back just enough to yank off his own shirt. His eyes moved over me with approving hunger.

"Fuck yeah, Leo," he said, grinning. "You work out a lot?"

"Not in--no--yes... a bit... some..."

I mumbled a chaotic string of words, tripping over my own tongue.

Ken and Kari burst into laughter--not mocking, but sweet, affectionate. Their eyes never left me, roaming all over my tight, trembling body with open hunger.

"What's your body fat percentage, if you don't mind me asking?" Ken said, his deep voice tinged with what felt like fatherly pride.

"Twelve percent," I answered, with a humble little smirk.

Ken grinned. "I love it. I can lift you up, toss you around, and pound that sweet ass like a fucking gorilla--knowing you won't break into pieces. I'm gonna bulldoze you with my fucking dick, kiddo."

'Oof. That sounded like a promise.'

"Jesus Christ, Ken!" Kari gasped, practically squirming. "The boy's gonna melt if you keep talking like that! I mean--fuck, I'm melting too!"

She wasn't wrong. My face flushed hot red. Sweat dotted my brow. Just picturing Ken's thick, sculpted body slamming into me--his cock stretching me open, owning me--made my legs weak. I knew he was going to wreck me and I couldn't wait. My mind was already spiraling.

"Look here, Ken," Kari purred, tracing her fingers down the deep V at my hip. "It's amazing how fucking hot he is. God, he's a dream."

I think I started hyperventilating. I'm not totally sure--everything was moving so fast--especially when Kari popped open my belt and tugged my jeans down to my ankles.

"Mmm, these feel so nice," she murmured, pulling back the waistband of my briefs just enough to bare my ass. She cupped it, then gave a playful slap. "Come and feel this, Kenny!"

I moaned, half from surprise, half from pure pleasure, as Ken's strong hands joined hers--squeezing, kneading, appreciating. They touched me like I was some rare, living sculpture, their eyes wide with admiration, their fingers slow and worshipful.

"Oh my God, I'm so wet," Kari whispered, sliding her palms over my chest. "So hot. So cute."

"I could come just from touching him," Ken said, and he wasn't joking.

"Me too," Kari giggled, breath catching. "I'm halfway there!"

She placed her hand on my left cheek and gently pushed me forward. I stumbled slightly, but Ken caught me instantly, holding me steady as I stepped out of my jeans. His touch was firm, grounding.

"You're a feast for the eyes, baby," Kari said, fondling me once more with a husky voice that sent shivers across my skin.

I loved when they called me things like kid, cutie, boy, baby, sweetie, honey. Being held and talked to like that, by lovers twice my age, made me feel treasured--like a precious thing being doted on. Their words wrapped me in love and desire, but also in something else... something deeper. Each pet name gently reminded me of the age gap, of the quiet dominance they held. They were as old as my parents--and honestly? I didn't mind being their boy, if that's what they wanted.

Now, back to the heat.

My ass was bare, and the front of my briefs had turned into a tight, twitching little tent. That tent pole was hard enough to spear through steel.

Ken glanced down and grinned as he peeled off his shorts. Before I could properly admire the godlike body beneath--those muscles, that bulge--Kari's fingers were already teasing me. She dragged them slowly up and down the length of my cock through the thin cotton fabric.

My breath hitched.

Her touch was maddening--barely there, yet electric. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure surging through me, and I whimpered, helpless in their hands.

Suddenly I was feeling naked and shy again. I looked down at Kari's gentle fingers stroking my skin, and then noticed Ken shifting--just in time to see him freeing the full, stunning length of his cock from his briefs.

The sight made my breath catch. My shyness vanished in an instant.

Ken's cock wasn't just large--it was breathtaking. A perfect shape. Like mine, it was cut, but everything about his was more sculpted, more commanding--the broad crown flared dramatically, thick veins winding around the shaft like art carved in motion. His balls were full, heavy, swinging low between powerful thighs.

I stared, wide-eyed and wordless. And in that moment of awe, I barely noticed Kari pulling down my own briefs.

"Oh," I gasped, startled and thrilled, as her warm hand curled around the base of my cock. Her other hand slid down, cupping my ass in a firm, teasing squeeze.

"He's gorgeous," Ken murmured to Kari, stepping closer to me.

"He's perfect," she replied, giving my cock a soft stroke. "Such a sexy, beautiful boy."

I stood between them like I was dreaming--two impossibly beautiful people admiring me like I was the star in the center of the frame. The weight of their attention, their want--it filled my chest with a sweet ache.

Kari's eyes sparkled as she leaned in and kissed my hip, then my lower belly. Her tongue flicked out to trace a line across my skin. Her lips moved down, nuzzling my thigh, then found my butt, kissing one cheek, then the other, then playfully biting.

I hadn't imagined this when I signed up to meet them. I pictured chatting, maybe kissing for a long while before getting to the main action. I never imagined that Kari would be holding my cock so quickly while a literal Greek god stepped forward, his cock thick and swaying, his eyes locked on mine.

"Are you okay?" Ken asked softly, cupping my face in his hands.

I nodded, lips parted, breath short.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close, and kissed me--deep and warm. His cock pressed against mine, the heat of it thrilling. Then he lifted me with ease, cradling me in his arms like I weighed nothing.

My cock slid against the hard lines of his abs; his rubbed against my hip. Kari kissed the small of my back, one hand still wrapped snugly around my shaft.

"God..." I whispered, dazed from the sensation. Kari's tongue was trailing fire over my skin, her fingers stroking me as she moved.

Ken lowered me back down and bent slightly, lining our cocks up side by side. Then his big hand wrapped around both of them, gripping us together. I whimpered at the thick pressure and the hot pulse of his shaft against mine.

Kari's hands replaced his. Her strokes were slow and steady as she rubbed our cocks together, her eyes locked to mine. She was savoring the weight of us both in her hands, the slippery glide of skin on skin.

"You're enjoying this," she whispered, voice low and smoky.

"I am," I breathed. "I really, really am."

She leaned in and spit on us--slick, generous, and slow--watching as her saliva coated both shafts. She laughed softly and did it again, her palm now sliding more easily, making our cocks slap together and gleam with the mess.

"God, you're beautiful," she said, looking up at me, then at Ken. "Both of you."

I couldn't resist. I reached for her, tugging the strap of her lingerie down. One perfect breast spilled out--soft and round, her nipple already stiff with arousal.

I brought my hand to it, then bent to kiss it, then suck. Her breath hitched. I suckled gently, her skin smooth and warm, her fingers never stopping their rhythm.

"You're close," Ken murmured behind me, his hand caressing my back. "I can feel it."

I gasped. "I'm gonna--"

Ken stepped back just a little as Kari gripped only my cock now, stroking faster. Her lips brushed my cheek as she whispered, "Let go. I want to see it."

I came hard.

Thick spurts shot across Ken's abs and cock, painting his skin in warm ropes. It kept coming--burst after burst--and I moaned through it, shaking from the intensity.

Ken held my waist as I shuddered, steadying me. Kari slowed her strokes, then milked the last of my orgasm out with one final squeeze.

"Good boy," she whispered, kissing my shoulder. "That was gorgeous."

"Impressive," Ken said with a smile, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes. "You covered me."

Kari giggled, then ran two fingers through the mess on Ken's cock, smearing it up and down his shaft like she was frosting a cake.

"I want you to watch this part," she said, locking eyes with me. "Come kneel beside me."

I dropped to my knees, still breathless. Kari knelt too, her face inches from Ken's cock. She kissed the head, then licked it slowly, sensually. Then she looked at me.

"Just the tip," she murmured. "Hold it in your mouth. Don't move."

Ken's cock throbbed as I leaned in. I kissed the head, licked a trail over it, then opened my mouth and let him slide inside. Just the tip--warm, smooth, slick with pre-cum and Kari's spit.

"Mmm," she hummed approvingly. "You look so good like that."

Ken groaned. "Oh, fuck..."

I stayed still, letting him pulse inside my mouth, feeling his hips twitch. Then--

"I'm coming," he warned, breath sharp.

I didn't pull back.

The first spurt hit the roof of my mouth, hot and thick. Then another. I swallowed quickly, holding him steady with my lips. His cock twitched with every pulse, his moans rumbling above me.

By the time he was done, my mouth was full of his taste--warm, salty, intoxicating.

I swallowed it all.

When I let him slip from my lips, Kari smiled and brushed a thumb over my cheek. "You did so well."

Ken leaned down and kissed me--slow and grateful.

That was the moment everything shifted.

Not just pleasure. Not just lust. But trust. Connection. Something opening up between us.

And we were just getting started.

"Yeah, cutie," Kari said with a grin. "You're a natural. You're... awesome."

'I am awesome. I am the king of cock-suckers.'

I have no idea what I said in response. Funny, right? I can remember everything they said--every sound, every scent, every delicious sensation--but not a single word of my own. I probably mumbled something dumb or just nodded like a dazed idiot. I was still high on endorphins and operating on cruise control.

"How was it?" Kari asked, handing me a glass of chilled white wine. Her fingers brushed mine. "Did you like it?"

"Blah blah blah," I muttered. Honestly, I can't remember what I said.

I didn't fully come down from my trance until the last sip of that first glass. And from that point forward, my brain rebooted. I could remember almost everything I said and did.

It was still bright out--classic northern summer. We lounged in deep, soft chairs, lazily tangled in the golden evening light. Kari smoked a cigarette, dragging slow and sensual, the smoke curling around her lips like a lover. Her gorgeous breast was tucked neatly back into the delicate cup of her sheer babydoll, but she still looked impossibly tempting.

Ken and I remained completely nude, relaxed and glowing. They looked like something out of a dream--two celestial beings sipping wine, basking in pleasure and candlelight, telling stories. As they started to open up and share bits of their world with me, I realized I was sinking even deeper... not just into their bed, but into them. Their lives. Their rhythm. Their warmth.

And I wasn't in a hurry to leave.

4

Ken and Kari were both artists. Ken designed high-end furniture, while Kari created accessories--handbags, luggage, belts, eyeglass frames--for upscale designer brands. They had inherited the estate from Ken's stepfather, and it had taken them five years to transform it into a luxurious, modern paradise.

They asked about my sexual experiences. I told them about Brit, my preference for older partners, and a lot of the stuff you already know. Kari asked if I thought Brit had been seeing other people, and I told her I was sure she'd only been with her best friend--a classy, healthy college librarian.

"The reason we asked," Kari explained, her voice smooth, "is because we prefer to enjoy you... au naturel."

"Bareback," Ken added, with a little smile. "Because we know we're clean."

"We only have sex with a small, trusted group," Kari continued. "People we've been with for years, and who we know inside and out."

"There's one couple who introduced us to the lifestyle," Ken said. "They're old friends--mentors, really. Carl and Eva. They've been with us since we were just a little older than you are now."

They explained that Carl and Eva were about twenty years older, and recently hadn't been around much. Family obligations had kept them busy while Kari and Ken settled into their new place.

"You'll meet them eventually," Kari said, reassuring me with a warm smile. "If today goes well."

Ken chuckled. "I already think he's a keeper, don't you?"

Kari pretended to think it over, her eyes sparkling. "Well, he still has to prove he can handle being 'bulldozed' by you."

I felt that now-familiar heat rise in my cheeks again as I listened to them casually talk about my body, about sharing me, about their older, experienced friends. I couldn't help it--part of me was already imagining what it would be like. Carl and Eva. Late fifties. Hot, confident, skilled. Anyone close to Ken and Kari had to be gorgeous and magnetic, right?

The thought sent a shiver through me. I wasn't just turned on--I felt chosen.

Kari lit a fresh cigarette and, between slow drags, told me how they'd joined a swinger site when they realized they wanted something more. Something deeper. They were craving the thrill of mentoring someone younger. Someone open. Someone real.

They'd gotten a flood of applications--eager boys, curious men--but after a while, they got tired of the flakes and the time-wasters. Just when they were about to give up... they found me.

"I was the one who found you," Kari giggled. "Mr. Grumpy over here didn't even want to look anymore. But the moment I showed him your picture, he couldn't wait to get you here."

It was heartwarming--and arousing--to know they'd both been genuinely excited to meet me. This was more than just some casual hookup. There was desire here. They craved me, body and all. Ken wasn't just teasing when he said he wanted to "bulldoze" me. He meant it. And from the way he looked at me, I could tell he believed I was ready for it.

"So," Ken said, getting right to the point, "is it all right if we go bareback? I want to feel everything--your body, your warmth--when I'm deep inside you. When I come in you."

Just hearing him say it made my cock twitch to life. His eyes were on me, full of heat, and I could see he was getting hard again too. I met his gaze and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way, Ken. Just... promise me you'll ease me into it."

He grinned, voice low and full of intent. "I promise. I'll ease it into you."

"I promise too," Kari chimed in, raising her arm with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

As she waved, the left strap of her babydoll slid down her shoulder and her left breast slipped free--soft, full, and mouthwateringly perfect. She laughed, then tugged down the other strap too, baring both breasts. They jiggled beautifully, nipples already tight and flushed, practically begging to be kissed, sucked, and toyed with.

"Let's go to the fuck shack," Kari said giddily, her smile wide and wicked.

She stood, reaching out her hand. I took it and let her help me to my feet. Ken rose too and started walking ahead of us, toward the gazebo at the edge of the garden.

That had to be the fuck shack.

And I was more than ready.

Kari and I followed Ken, hand in hand. I tried not to stare too obviously at her bouncing, perfect breasts--but let's be honest, I think she wanted me to look. So I snuck a few glances, and every time I did, my pulse quickened.

The gazebo--more like a private sanctuary--was quietly stunning. In the center stood a unique bed-massage table hybrid, clearly one of Ken's custom designs. Elegant wedge pillows were arranged artfully on top. Suspended from a sleek metal frame above the bed were a few white leather straps. On a nearby stand, I spotted bottles of massage oil, candles, lube, and a curated assortment of toys--each item displayed with intention, like instruments in an erotic symphony.

"It's my turn to come, Leo," Kari said with a playful lilt. "Eat my pussy, please, honey."

Her words sent a jolt through me. As she removed her panties and settled onto the edge of the bed, she was radiant--confident, unashamed, and sexy as hell. She leaned back against a wedge pillow, her feet flat on the floor, then spread her legs wide open. An invitation and a challenge.

I paused for a moment to take her in--the graceful strength of her thighs, the neat golden triangle above her glistening center, the smooth plane of her stomach, and her breasts: soft, full, her nipples already begging for attention. She was thirty-eight, easily twice my age, and completely mesmerizing.

"All yours, kiddo," Ken said, standing nearby with a proud, lustful grin. He was clearly excited to see how I'd perform.

I was about to go down on a beautiful woman--right in front of her husband. That thought alone was like fuel. It made everything feel more charged, more real. They trusted me, desired me. And I wanted to rise to the moment. I had talked myself up a bit in my profile... now it was time to deliver.

I dropped to my knees on the floor before her, gently lifting her legs over my shoulders. My face hovered close to her inner thighs, drawn forward by heat and scent and hunger.

"Oh my fuck," Kari mewled, her voice thick with arousal as I brought my face to her trembling folds.

Then--oh--a cool liquid spilled across my back. Massage oil. I exhaled sharply, shivering under its silky touch.

I realized then--Ken was using a squeeze bottle to drizzle grape seed oil all over us. First across my back, then over Kari's gorgeous front. The scent was faintly sweet, earthy. I felt his strong hands spread the oil across my skin, while his other hand lovingly worked the slippery sheen over his wife's soft belly and golden bush.

He was putting on a show, and I was meant to watch.

"Oh God," Kari moaned louder, her voice breathless and trembling. "Oh fuck... oh shit... oh fuck."

"Feels good, honey?" Ken asked playfully as he massaged the slick heat between her thighs, circling her mound with deliberate care.

"Mmm..." Kari purred in response, eyes fluttering shut as she rode the waves of his touch.

Once he'd finished coating her, I cupped her glistening ass and lifted her hips toward me. Her thighs trembled slightly against my shoulders. As soon as my lips touched the silken skin of her inner thighs, her breath hitched--and then I kissed lower, finding her wetness, her warmth, her exquisite scent.

It goes without saying that Kari's pussy and clit were as stunning as the rest of her--but I'll say it anyway.

"Ken... oh, Ken," Kari gasped, reaching blindly for him. "Look at his pretty lips... they're on my pussy... my pussy..."

And they were. Right there, against her glistening pink folds--artfully sculpted, delicate and firm. Just above, her clit stood proudly, already swollen and aching for attention. Not oversized or garish--no. It was bold and beautiful, a perfect little crown. Larger than Brit's, definitely more prominent, and to me, completely mesmerizing.

Some men might shy away from a clit that resembles a tiny cock. But not me. I love cock. I love pussy. And Kari's body felt like it was made to be adored.

Still holding her up, I pressed my right hand firmly against her lower belly, just above her soft golden curls. Then I leaned in, lips grazing her inner lips, and let my tongue swirl gently under her clitoral hood--teasing, warming her up.

"You motherfucking cocksucker boy!" Kari shouted, her voice suddenly wild and thick with desire. It caught me off guard, but I loved the way her filth came from such a loving place. "Kiss my fucking clit. Kiss it with the same lips you kissed my husband's dick."

"Mmm'kay," I whispered against her, then kissed her hard, slow, and deep--right on her throbbing clit.

Her response was immediate: a raw, erotic moan that sent a pulse through my entire body.

And so I began.

Up. Down. Fast. Slow.

My tongue learned her rhythm, listened to her body, danced with her pleasure.

Mmm. Nnf. Mmm.

I repeated the sequence again--slow licks, precise pressure, gentle kisses--until Kari's thighs began to tremble against my shoulders. Her ass clenched tight in my hands as I lifted her higher, cradling her hips between my chin and chest.

"Oh--aaaah--mmm," Kari whined, her voice rising with desperation. "You hot motherfucker... this feels so fucking... ah!"

Her filthy praise lit me up inside. I loved how raw she was when the pleasure hit hard.

With one hand, I dragged my fingers down to her swollen clit, stroking in slow, confident circles. My other hand fumbled for her left nipple, and the moment I pinched it and rolled it between my fingers, Kari let out a wild squeal.

"Fuckfff!"

She slammed her hips into my face, a force of nature, shouting more obscenities as her whole body went tense. And then it hit--hot, clear fluid gushed into my mouth in a sudden torrent as Kari exploded in climax.

"Yeah, honey!" Ken cried out behind me, thrilled. "Come all over his face. Squirt into his mouth!"

She did--hard. It soaked my lips, chin, and chest in pulses as her thighs shook violently. Kari's body bucked with abandon, her scream turning into sobbing gasps.

"He made... me... squirt," she cried out to her husband, wide-eyed and breathless. "Fuuuck!"

Ken's grin said it all--he was loving every second.

I held my mouth against her as she kept gushing, her orgasm crashing in waves. Nearly two full minutes passed before her body gave out, her hips slumping back into the cradle of my chest, utterly spent.

Just then, I pressed my thumb to her clitoral hood and slowly teased the tip of my tongue across the opening of her urethra.

"Oh nooo," Kari gasped, laughing through her overstimulation--but she didn't stop me.

Her body tensed, and suddenly a hot stream of piss burst into my mouth.

I swallowed it without hesitation.

It was unexpected--Brit had never done this--but something about Kari's wild, sensual freedom made it feel right. There was no shame here, only raw honesty.

Still moaning, I returned to her clit, sucking the firm little nub back into my mouth.

"My god," Kari shrieked, her body thrashing as her legs shook again, pussy clenching tight against my tongue. "Oh FUCK--god!"

I tightened my lips around Kari's swollen clit, increasing the suction as I flicked my tongue in tiny, urgent circles. Her thighs jerked again--then she let go. A fresh rush of liquid heat gushed across my mouth and chin as her body convulsed in a second, even more explosive climax.

I held her tightly, gripping her butt cheeks as I kept my mouth locked to her. Her cries were loud now--raw, unfiltered.

"Ooh--mmm--nononononofffffuck!" she sobbed.

Ken leaned in and closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking deeply. Kari's scream shattered into gasps.

"Ffffffuhck!"

She kept coming, body spasming, hips twitching with pleasure. Her gushing slowed only after minutes of continuous pulsing release. I finally let go, letting her body slump down onto the bed, completely spent. Her hair clung to her forehead, her eyes glassy with euphoria and fatigue.

Kari gently placed her hand on my head, pushing him away with a sleepy laugh. "No more," she breathed. "I can't... it's too much."

I smiled up at her, proud of what we'd shared. She looked wrecked in the most beautiful way--utterly undone, and deeply content.

Ken turned to me with a raised brow. "She usually doesn't gush like that, Leo," he said, clearly impressed. "I have to really work her to get her squirting like that."

"I'm honored, I guess?" I grinned. All three of us laughed.

Then Kari turned her gaze to me and spoke softly. "Leo... baby, I'm sorry."

Ken blinked. "Sorry? What for?"

"I... I peed in his mouth," Kari said bashfully, eyes wide. "I couldn't stop myself. He licked me so deep--I just lost control."

"Did you swallow?" Ken asked, still curious, still turned on.

"I did," I nodded without hesitation. "It's okay, Kari. I didn't mind. Honestly... it was probably my fault. I licked your pee hole."

Kari gave a tired, laughing sigh. "That's right," she said, voice low and dreamy. "He licked my pee pee."

Ken chuckled. "Not fair, guys. Now I want to pee in someone's mouth."

Kari gave him a sleepy smirk. "He pees on me sometimes," she admitted, her voice a playful whisper. "A few times a week. So... yeah. We both love it."

For a second, none of us spoke.

And then it hit me. A strange warmth spread through my chest, down my stomach, all the way to my still-hard cock. I met Kari's eyes... then looked at Ken. My voice was calm, but my lips trembled with anticipation.

"Well," I said, "I don't want to disappoint you, Ken."

Ken's expression shifted--shock, then hunger. A single drop of precum slid from the tip of his cock.

And then I said it.

"You can pee in my mouth."

The words lingered in the air like sparks. My whole body hummed with electric need.

What did I just say? Pee in my mouth? Do I want this? Fuck yes. Why? I have no idea. But I do.

Kari rose, wobbling a little, and grabbed a silicone yoga mat from the corner. She took my hand and led me outside, into the fresh evening air. Ken followed. The grass was cool beneath our feet.

Kari laid the mat in front of me and gestured for me to sit. I obeyed, heart pounding.

Ken stood above me, his cock still rock hard. Kari wrapped her hand around it, trying to angle him--but it was too stiff. He couldn't pee like that.

With a sly grin, she started spanking his ass gently. "Don't keep the cutie waiting," she teased. "Come on, babe. Piss on him. Don't be rude."

Ken closed his eyes, breathing deep, trying to relax.

A few seconds passed.

Then a weak stream emerged--scattering across my chest and thighs. But then it strengthened, and a hot arc of piss splashed onto my face, shoulders, arms--running down my body, over my cock and balls.

"Open that pretty mouth and drink it," Kari urged, her voice husky and drunk with desire.

I did.

I closed my eyes and opened wide. The hiss of his stream, the taste, the heat... Kari's voice in my ear, Ken groaning above me--it all felt dreamlike.

Wet, wild, and beautiful.

Suddenly, another hot stream splashed over my head--Kari. She was peeing on me too. Her flow merged with Ken's, creating a heavier stream that moved away from my face, splattering across my chest, thighs, and hard cock.

I looked up--and saw Ken pissing directly on Kari's cunt. The golden stream glistened as it hit the matted curls of her pussy, blending with her own as it trickled down, cascading over her folds and raining onto me. A moment later, husband and wife both redirected their streams toward my face.

I opened my mouth and welcomed it.

I swallowed what I could, letting it wash over my tongue and down my throat. It didn't taste sweet. It wasn't golden nectar, despite what poets and fetish writers sometimes claim. This wasn't about flavor--it was about surrender.

This moment wasn't degrading. It wasn't humiliating. It was beautiful. It was connection, pure and shameless. They weren't forcing me--I was offering myself, body and soul. Letting go. Trusting them completely.

The streams stopped, and I opened my eyes.

Kari was lying back on the mat in front of me, glowing with mischief and love. She raised her knees to her chest and held them there, exposing her soft, glistening folds to me. She looked so open, so vulnerable, so trusting.

Ken's voice came low, deep, loving: "Fuck her. Fuck my wife now, my sweet boy."

I shifted forward on the mat and climbed over Kari, my body still damp and flushed with heat. She smiled and reached down between us, guiding my cock with steady fingers to her waiting entrance.

I pressed into her--warm, slick, welcoming. Her pussy stretched to take me, then clenched deliciously tight around the base of my cock as I sank in fully.

The world melted.

I lowered myself and kissed her. She licked the piss from my cheeks, then pulled me deeper into her mouth. Our tongues met again, sweet and dirty, fearless.

I began to thrust. Gently at first. Then deeper. Slower. More deliberate. She moaned into my mouth, then broke the kiss to cry out.

Her hips rose to meet mine--strong, hungry. We moved together, lost in rhythm. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper.

"Fuck me," Kari gasped. "Ooh--baby... so fucking naughty... pretty boy... fuck--yes..."

We were a tangle of limbs, sweat, love, and filthy, sacred pleasure.

Then it happened again--Ken's hot stream returned, splashing across my face and then Kari's as we kissed. He was pissing on us again, and we didn't flinch. We didn't stop. Kari opened her mouth, caught a mouthful of her husband's piss, and leaned in--lips meeting mine. She spat it into my mouth with a wicked little moan, and I swallowed it, our tongues immediately tangling again.

I fucked her harder--faster now. My hips drove into her with rhythmic urgency, the slap of skin on skin joining the chorus of wet kisses and breathless gasps.

"Nfff... god..." Kari groaned, writhing beneath me, as I pistoned the full length of my cock deep into her clenching heat.

Ken stepped around us. I barely registered his movement until a sudden warmth splashed over my back. His stream arced again, this time hitting between my cheeks--right over my ass. I gasped, frozen for a moment as the stream found my crack. The shock was electric. I didn't move, just let it happen, trusting him completely. Then I started thrusting again, deeper, harder--every stroke a surrender to the heat, to the filth, to the love.

Kari scissored her legs tighter around my waist, locking me in. Her hands dug into my ass, pulling me against her, matching my pace.

"Look at him, Ken," Kari gasped, her voice hoarse, dripping with lust. "He's so fucking pretty. He's fucking me so good, baby--look at his pretty face!"

Those words hit something deep in me. Pretty. I loved when she called me that. I was lost in her body, completely inside her, and she was the one calling me pretty. It filled my heart like nothing else.

I wanted to say something back--call her gorgeous, divine, perfect--but the words tangled on my tongue. My brain fizzed out in the flood of sensation. All I could do was moan and keep moving. Keep giving her everything I had.

Say something, idiot. Tell her she's beautiful. Hot. Incredible. Anything.

But no. I just kept fucking. All I could do was show her what I felt.

And I could feel it building now. My orgasm was creeping closer, tightening my core with every thrust. But I didn't want to come yet--not unless she did. Not unless I took her with me. I adjusted my angle slightly, tilting my hips so the ridge of my shaft scraped just right--pressing against her clit with every push inside her.

I felt her jolt. Heard the gasp tear from her throat.

There it was.

Now we were getting somewhere.

Yeah. That did the trick.

Kari screamed her ass off as she came--body jerking, voice cracking, cunt gripping me tight as she rode the crest of her orgasm. And then I lost it. I moaned into her neck and let go, shooting deep inside her, filling her with my thick love--pulse after pulse of release.

Ken finally stopped pissing on me. Perfect timing. Look, if someone's still pissing on you after you've emptied your balls, it gets... maybe just a tad awkward.

And suddenly, I was left with the afterglow and the question: What the hell just happened?

Within the first hour of my so-called audition, I had sucked cock, swallowed cum--both his and hers--and drank their warm piss like it was communion wine. I had let go of everything, given them my body, my submission, my trust.

How did we get here so fast?

We started walking back toward the gazebo, and just like that, a wave of shame hit me out of nowhere. I felt it wash over me--cold, dense, and heavy. It slowed my steps, made my skin feel raw, like I was walking underwater.

Kari looked over and tilted her head, gentle and watchful. "What's wrong, honey?"

"Um..." I mumbled, my throat tight. I didn't want to cry, but I felt it close. "Don't know. I'm kinda... you know."

Ken tossed me a towel, casual and calm. "Here." Then another for Kari. We started wiping down our soaked bodies, dabbing at our faces--still glistening from the scene we'd just lived.

Kari giggled and tossed her towel aside like she couldn't be bothered. "You're so fucking cute," she said, grinning. She lit a cigarette, took a slow, sexy drag, then handed it to me. "Here. This'll calm your nerves."

I'm not a smoker, but sometimes I'll have one if I'm drinking. After a couple of puffs, I did feel better--like the smoke anchored me back in my body.

"I know things got a tiny bit out of control," Kari said in her soft, melodic voice. "But honestly? I think we all clicked from the start. When you do things--dirty things--with people you like and trust? It's not shameful. It's beautiful. And you are beautiful."

"No," I said, finally meeting her eyes. "You are beautiful. You. Both of you."

Kari beamed, touched and radiant. "Oh," she said sweetly, "thank you, sweetie."

"What we did," Ken added, his voice warm and steady, "was beautiful too. Good sex is like good jazz. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow--and leave your inhibitions behind."

"And boy oh boy," Kari laughed, eyes sparkling. "You went with the flow--and the flow went all over you and right in your mouth."

We all cracked up. That laugh hit the reset button on everything.

Then, as the air settled, Kari looked me over again. Ken did too. And just like that, the mood shifted again--warmth rising, heat sparking.

They exchanged a glance.

And Kari grinned.

"Time to get your hot little ass fucked, sweet boy."

5

I sat between Ken and Kari on the bench-bed. They each wrapped an arm around me and scooted closer until I was snugly tucked between their hot, eager bodies. Soon we were petting, panting, kissing, and caressing. I shifted my ass toward the edge of the bench just as they grabbed my legs and draped them over their knees. Together, they began exploring every inch of my body. Their sensual tongues dragged up and down the sides of my neck. Hands stroked my thighs, fondled my balls, and took turns stroking my cock.

"Are you comfortable like this, sweetie?" Kari asked tenderly.

"Yeah... mmm," I managed to purr.

Then Kari scooted back, adjusting me until I sat upright with my back resting against her warm, soft body. I felt the slick heat of her damp pussy press against the lower part of my back. She placed her chin on my shoulder, reached around, and gently began rolling my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Ken slid down until he lay on his stomach, face right in front of my crotch and between my open legs. He traced slow, teasing lines up the insides of my thighs with his tongue, licking softly until he reached my scrotum. One ball at a time, then both together, he pulled them into his mouth.

"Mmm," Kari murmured into my ear. "My dear husband is going to play with your cock now, sweetheart. So hot. Ooh..."

She kissed my neck and pressed her wet pussy up and down my lower back in a slow rhythm, still teasing my nipples. I shuddered with raw excitement as Ken looped two fingers around the base of my scrotum, lifting my cock toward his face. He kissed the tip of my slit, then slowly took me into his mouth.

"Mmm, lucky boy," Kari purred into my ear. "My Kenny is such a good cocksucker."

I placed my hands on Ken's head and sighed. This was the first time I'd ever had my cock sucked--by anyone. Kari and Ken didn't know that, and honestly, I was too swept up in Ken's expert mouth to even think about telling them.

For a brief moment, watching this handsome, powerful man suck my young dick made me feel a little self-conscious... but then Ken suddenly grabbed the base of my shaft and pulled me out of his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and began slapping it with my cock, watching it bounce on and off his tongue with a smirk.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. The sensation--and the look of it--was insane. But just as quickly, Ken stopped.

"Don't want you to come yet," he said. "It's your turn to suck me."

Moments later, I was kneeling on the floor in front of the bench, between Ken's open legs, face to face with his massive dick.

"Wow..." I breathed, before giving the tiny mouth of his penis a few tentative licks.

Ken began to moan. Then I felt Kari's warm breath on my cheek again. She knelt beside me and began licking up the left side of her husband's shaft while I worked on the right.

Lick. Lick. Slurp.

Then Kari moved up to take care of the topside, leaving me to worship the underside of Ken's shaft. I relished the smell, the texture, the way my tongue traced every bump and ridge. I was completely in it--lost.

"It's good to be the king," Ken quipped, and Kari giggled like a teenager.

I watched her stroke her husband's thick cock with her fingers looped delicately around it. Her hand looked so dainty wrapped around that beast--it turned me on so much I started sucking Ken's balls while she stroked him, then she leaned down to take the head into her mouth.

"Stretch your tongue out," Kari hummed to me.

I did. She slapped my tongue with Ken's heavy, beautiful cock, making it bounce wetly on the flat of it. Fuck, that felt insanely hot.

"Stop!" Ken barked.

We both obeyed immediately. Kari traded places with him, lying back with her head in his lap. Ken scooted behind her as she got into position--one foot on the bench, the other on the floor--her slick, glistening pussy right there in front of me like an invitation written in moans.

I dove in, licking and kissing her soaking slit. She gasped and pushed toward my mouth. After a minute, I stood, knees bent, heart pounding. Ken leaned over her, took hold of my cock, and guided it slowly into her wet, welcoming cunt.

"Meow," Kari purred with a silly grin.

"Woof," I answered, completely awkward.

We all laughed--because yeah, we were turned on as hell but also kind of ridiculous--and then I started fucking her. Hard. Like really fucking her. Her screams of pleasure filled the room. I leaned down to kiss Ken first, then Kari, tasting both of them. I grabbed her hips and pounded her mercilessly, then reached up and clutched her perfect bouncing tits.

She stared right into my soul with those gorgeous green eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her brows drawn tight with lust as I drove into her over and over again.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted like a prayer, like a spell, like I was the answer to something inside her.

Then, out of nowhere--I felt it.

Splat.

Right on my forehead.

I looked up. Ken was watching me, swishing spit around in his mouth like a villain from a porno, and then--

Ach-tuah.

A thick string of his spit landed square on my nose.

He just... spit in my face.

Okay. Look--I get the whole piss kink. I do. But spitting? What's that about?

And yet... yeah. I kinda loved it. I'm a dirty boy. And spitting on someone you like is a very dirty thing to do. Not as dirty as pissing on them, maybe, but definitely up there. Naughty with a capital N.

So... yeah. Bring it on.

Ken started hocking and spitting full-on globs of slobber at my face.

Tuah. Ptui. Ptooah.

Each one wetter, messier, hotter than the last.

I looked down and watched as the pool of Ken's slobber slowly slid off my nose and dripped straight onto Kari's face.

"I'm coming," Kari whimpered, panting and gasping, her strong fingers digging hard into my ass cheeks.

Then I felt it--her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock. She didn't squirt this time, but she got soaked. Her cunt turned into a warm, wet velvet furnace. I lowered my face to hers, and she immediately licked me clean--my face, Ken's spit, everything. She swallowed every drop of her husband's spit with this primal, hungry grace that made me dizzy.

"Stop fucking her," Ken commanded. "Pull out and switch places with her."

"Oooh, this is gonna be so much fun to watch," Kari squealed. "Somebody's about to get his ass fucked now!"

'Wait. What? Who?

Oh... me.'

This was it. The moment of truth. Ken was going to shove that monster of a dick into my ass--and I'll be honest with you, I absolutely panicked.

Could I even take that thing? Like, physically?

Well... there was only one way to find out. I took a deep breath and attempted to Jedi-mind-trick myself into bravery. Somewhere in the galaxy of my brain, Master Yoda's voice echoed:

"No. Try not. Do, or do not... there is no try."

I started giggling. Then full-on laughing. I sat my naked, trembling ass down on the edge of the bench and laughed like a maniac.

Ken and Kari looked at me, confused. "What's so funny?" Kari asked.

I explained. The mental image. Yoda. My butt. The Force. All of it.

They burst out laughing with me.

"One day we should totally reenact the Princess Leia bikini scene and play," Kari grinned. My jaw dropped. She got it. She actually got it. Turns out both of them were total movie geeks who loved weaving their favorite characters into their role play.

That? That was probably the exact moment I fell in love with Ken and Kari.

They were hot. They were kinky as hell. But they were also weird, sweet, hilarious--and apparently fellow closeted nerds. I didn't see it coming, and it hit me right in the feels.

Anyway--back to the part where I'm about to get absolutely wrecked.

I was about to be fucked in the ass by a magnificent man with a huge dick, while his gorgeous, loving wife watched and cheered us on.

And honestly?

I'd never felt more ready.

"Ready to get your cute ass fucked?" Ken asked, grinning like the mischievous god of lust he absolutely was.

"No," I replied honestly--and immediately burst out laughing, half from nerves, half from excitement.

Ken slid a wedge pillow under my ass, adjusting me until my hips tilted upward just right. I leaned back onto my elbows and forearms, supporting my upper body in a way that let me look him right in the eye. That intense, hungry look of his locked on mine as he stepped between my legs.

"This one's my favorite position," he said. "Missionary's so fucking underrated."

He wasn't wrong.

Kari walked over to the little sex stand behind the bed and returned with a few tools. She now wore a sleek black medical glove on her right hand. In that same hand, she held a tube of water-based anal lube. In the other, a long strap-sling contraption.

"This thing is amazing," Ken explained as he took it from her. "It keeps your legs spread and lifted so you don't cramp up. Trust me--you don't want leg cramps with my cock inside you."

"No, you definitely don't," Kari chimed in with a little laugh.

She wasn't wrong either. Cramps are literally the last thing you want when you're trying to take a giant dick up your ass. So, stretching first--always a good idea.

Ken helped me slip my thighs into the adjustable loops. Then he nestled the padded brace comfortably behind my neck. The whole thing was... genius. It cradled me open like a sweet, horny gift, ready to be unwrapped--and destroyed.

Kari stood before me, rubbing a generous amount of lube onto her gloved fingers.

Then--whoosh.

The bed lifted.

I blinked in surprise as I rose slowly, stopping right at Kari's crotch level. I found out later that this was a custom multi-purpose sex bed--designed by Ken himself for some upscale sex furniture company.

Yeah. Color me impressed.

"I'm gonna shove a couple fingers up your cute asshole," Kari said sweetly, standing between my legs like a sensual, naked dominatrix-angel. "It's gonna feel cold and a little weird at first, but you'll get used to it."

It was more than a little weird, being completely spread out like that, my junk and hole fully exposed while this stunning woman calmly lubed up her hand. And then, with zero hesitation, she pressed her slick middle finger against my hole and pushed it in.

'Okay. Not bad.'

But just as I was starting to settle into the sensation--bam! She slid the finger out, added two more, and shoved those in.

"I'm gonna finger-fuck your pooper now, Mr. Cutie," Kari grinned, that wickedly beautiful smile lighting up her face.

And just like that, she began pounding her three fingers in and out of my ass like she meant business.

"OH!" I almost screamed, but I managed to reel it back in. Barely.

She kept her eyes locked on mine, smiling with so much joy and affection it nearly made me melt. Her heavy breasts bounced hypnotically with every thrust, her body glowing with sweat and power. I just lay there, legs spread, helpless and worshiping her--this gorgeous woman finger-fucking my ass open with unholy precision, preparing me for the main event.

"Let's try one more," she husked, sliding a fourth finger inside me. Her other hand pressed down firmly on my lower belly as she continued the assault, her fingers plunging deep into my slick, stretched hole.

"This is fun," Kari said, gleefully pounding away. "Isn't it?"

"Mmm--!"

"Do you like the way I'm fucking your ass?"

"MMM!"

"YEAH, YOU'RE SO FUCKING CUTE!"

"MMM!"

Then she slowed, changing her rhythm. Her fingers stopped thrusting and instead started to twist and stretch, probing deeper, opening me wider. I gasped and panted, my body trembling as she massaged and teased my prostate like she owned me.

She did own me. In that moment, I was completely hers.

She worked me like a lover, like a porn star, like a goddess of pleasure--and I swear, we were both sweaty by the time she finally, finally withdrew.

My poor little asshole was quivering. Gaped. Slick. Opened.

And still so hungry.

"Time for the real deal," Kari husked with a wicked smile, then stepped aside as Ken moved into place between my legs.

He stared down at my exposed entrance, then lowered his face and began to spit generously, letting the warm slickness drip where it was needed most. With one hand, he grabbed his thick shaft and leveled it with my trembling, vulnerable opening.

"Hold on," Kari murmured, stepping closer until her firm nipple brushed his muscular chest. She kissed his cheek, then wrapped her fingers around his cock and pumped it with smooth, practiced strokes. She added lube, her grip slick and certain, and then guided his swollen head gently toward me.

"Ffffff," Ken exhaled, flushed with anticipation, watching his wife tease him while I quivered beneath them both.

Kari pressed the tip of his cock against me, just enough to feel the pressure, but not yet the breach. She placed her palm firmly on his lower back, urging him forward--but he met resistance.

Her eyes scanned my face. I was frozen. My body wanted to surrender, but my mind was screaming. She saw it immediately.

"Take a deep breath and hold it, Leo," she said gently.

I obeyed, lungs full and muscles taut. Better... but not quite there.

"Now listen. I want you to push, like you're... letting go. Just trust your body. Do it now."

God, I was terrified. Everything in me wanted to tighten, to fight it, to run. But I tried. I followed her voice, pushed gently--and at the same time, Kari gave the lightest nudge with her fingertip to Ken's crown, guiding him in.

And just like that--it happened.

I gasped as the thick head of his cock pushed past the tight threshold and settled inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, unfamiliar, and almost too much to bear.

"Ermm... gonna poop!" I blurted, panicked and breathless.

Kari chuckled softly. "It just feels that way, sweetheart. Ken, pull out and let him see."

Ken eased back, lifting his cock for inspection. It was spotless.

"Impressive," Kari said, eyes twinkling. "I thought we'd get a little mess, but nope. You're such a good boy."

I explained--probably a little too eagerly--that I'd been careful, and hadn't eaten much before coming over.

"Smart boy," Ken grinned as he pressed forward again. "Oh God... you feel amazing."

Once more, I braced myself as his thickness slid deeper. I wanted to be brave, but every nerve in my body was sounding the alarm.

I tried to think about anything else. I bit my lip to keep from screaming...

OH FUCK. I'M GONNA DIE.

I looked at Kari--and saw her beaming with joy. Not just arousal, but something deeper. A love so full and free it lit her from within. How could she adore her husband this much, and still delight in watching him give himself to someone else?

And yet, here we were. Raw. Connected. Beautifully undone.

It's called compersion.

That wave of joy you feel watching someone you love being pleasured by someone else.

Kari didn't just accept it--she thrived on it.

Later, I found out she'd always had a thing for bi and gay men. Two men together? It lit her up inside. It's wild how people differ. One woman hears about a man being with another and recoils. Kari? She leaned in closer, hungry for more.

Ken pushed his massive, iron-hard cock deeper up into me.

Oh God have mercy on my soul.

"Don't forget to breathe, in and out, baby," Kari's voice floated to me like silk.

Right. I'd forgotten. I exhaled slowly. His cock kept advancing, stretching me open, inch by glorious inch, pressing into the tender place where pleasure and pain become the same thing.

I looked up at him--this beautiful, sculpted man standing between my legs. His flushed chest gleamed with sweat, his nipples stiff, his face intense with effort. And he was watching--fascinated--watching his thick cock disappear into me, deeper and deeper, until...

"There's no more room," I whimpered, my voice high and shaky.

"You okay?" he asked, breathless.

"Stuffed!" I moaned. "So... full..."

"God damn," he panted. "I'm all the way in. Fucking balls deep--holy shit!"

"Don't move," Kari gasped. "Let me get the camera."

She darted away and returned with a compact digital, the same model I owned. Sex and Star Wars. We really did have things in common.

"Look at me, cutie," she whispered, and started snapping photos--me pinned beneath her husband, his entire cock buried inside me. "Oh my God, this is so hot. Ken, pull out just a little--yes! Gorgeous. Best-looking guys I've ever seen."

As she clicked away, Ken started to move--slow, deliberate thrusts, pulling back and pressing forward. Kari began filming, documenting it all.

"Now we've got it," she cheered. "Proof! Your first time. Come on Kenny--give it to him. Fuck the cutie!"

I flushed hard. I was getting railed right in front of a stunning woman. I felt... exposed. But then Kari smiled, warm and wicked, and that silly shame melted away. She was too kind, too accepting. Too turned on to let me doubt myself for long.

"Fffuh--ohGod--Fffohhhfff..." I groaned. The pain was blinding--but the thrill of being taken like this, of belonging to them, made every second of it worth it.

"Hang on, sweetheart," Ken warned. "Here we go."

His thrusts grew wild. Hard. Fast. Every stroke rocked through me, dragged sounds out of my throat I didn't know I could make.

"GOD DAMN IT, SWEETIE!" he shouted, sweat and spit flinging from his mouth as he slammed into me.

He pulled almost all the way out--and rammed in hard, knocking me backward. Then his hands gripped the back of my neck and hauled me down to the edge of the bench.

"Stop, Ken! Stop!" Kari said sharply. "You're going too hard--the poor baby's crying!"

'What?'

Tears. Wet and silent. Rolling down my cheeks without me even realizing.

"I'm okay," I gasped. "I'm okay. Keep going, Ken. Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you want."

"You sure?" he asked, voice softening.

"You're too cute," Kari whispered, brushing the hair from my face. She leaned down and started licking the tears from my cheeks--slowly, lovingly.

'Fuck.'

This was too much.

I wasn't going to survive this.

Goodbye, Kari.

Goodbye, Ken.

Goodbye... my sweet, ruined asshole.

I think I'll miss you most of all.

It had definitely been too soon for me to tell Ken to go harder. But it was done. Now he was deep inside me, slamming with force that shook the table and made me question every decision I'd ever made.

He let go of my neck and grabbed the base of my cock instead, gripping it like a joystick to steady me as he drove into me like a man possessed.

"F--yeah," Ken snarled. "Look at me, Leo. Watch me wreck your sweet little backdoor, boy!"

I looked down--mesmerized. His thick rod was hammering in and out of me, glistening, relentless, obscene. Ken was losing it--growling curses, slapping my shaft as if it had offended him.

Hawk Tuah.

He spit straight into my face, then gave my cheek a light, stinging slap. Did I like it? I didn't even know anymore. He was in charge. He owned my body, my hole, my soul, my everything. He could've broken me in half with his cock and I'd have thanked him.

But he didn't.

He rode that edge--savage, brutal, but just controlled enough to keep me in one piece. Somehow, I could take it. My body screamed, but I wasn't breaking. I was opening.

Warning: Please consult your physician, or possibly an exorcist, before attempting this kind of shit at home.

"Wuh--ah--oh--fuuuck..." I was grunting, moaning, panting, almost sobbing with each thrust. I sounded unhinged. Ken looked euphoric--drenched in sweat, chest heaving, his gorgeous body slick with effort and dominance. He held onto my cock like it was his handlebar.

"Wait," Kari said breathlessly. "Let me hold him for you."

She moved behind me, wrapped her arm tightly around my shoulders, anchoring me as Ken kept going. "Give it to him! Harder, Kenny!"

Ken nodded, jaw clenched. He tossed his head to the side and sprayed my face with misted sweat. Then he slapped my cheek again--not hard, but firm enough to make me gasp and open my mouth.

And that's when he spit in it. Wet. Deliberate.

Tuah. Ptui.

Right on my tongue.

I moaned.

Kari followed immediately, giggling, then leaning in to spit right into my face. Then again. And again.

Splatter. Sploot. Splat.

Their saliva rained down over me, dripping from my lips, chin, nose, cheeks, forehead--everywhere. I was soaked. Slick. Claimed.

And all I wanted was more.

I knew I'd do anything for Ken and Kari--and let them do anything to me. Now that Kari had me locked in her arms, bracing me, Ken could go even harder.

And he did.

He roared like a berserker, thrusting into me with thunderous, savage force.

Slap. Slap. Bang. Thud.

The sound of his body slamming into mine filled the room--wet, loud, raw. Sweat flew. Skin clapped. I was being used in the most beautiful, brutal way.

"MOTHERFUKING BEAUTIFUL BOY! I LOVE FUKING YOU!"

I knew I wouldn't be walking right for a while. I didn't care.

"Easy, honey," Kari said sweetly, a touch of concern in her voice. "We want him to come back for more, don't we?"

Ken grunted and eased up slightly, his tempo slowing just enough for me to catch my breath. I reached out and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper. He let out a sharp, guttural moan when I clamped down around him.

"He's squeezing my dick! Ohhh fuck, unbelievable!"

Kari beamed. "What a good boy," she whispered, stroking my sweat-damp hair. "He's our beautiful boy, Ken. I think we've found a keeper."

"Damn right we have!"

I let my grip loosen and Ken lost control again. His beast of a cock thundered back into me, stretching my wrecked, burning hole wide all over again. It felt like he was tearing me apart--but he wasn't. He knew just how hard he could go. And he went hard.

For another two solid minutes, he destroyed me.

It all became a blur. Too many sensations. Too many overwhelming details.

The rhythmic slap of his balls, the obscene squelch of my dripping hole, Kari's nipple brushing my shoulder, her tongue circling mine, her lips teasing my chest, Ken's cock throbbing as it drilled deeper--it overloaded me.

Maximum capacity. Overload. Detonation.

I exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot out of me--hot, heavy, violent--painting Ken's hand, arm, and chest.

Almost before my last spasm finished, Ken let out a deep, primal growl and emptied himself inside me. His cock pulsed hard, his breath caught, and he pumped load after load into my guts while still driving into me, slower now but no less powerful.

He didn't stop until he went soft, and even then, he gave a few loving thrusts before finally slipping out of me.

I exhaled a long, shaky sigh as I felt his release drip out of me, warm and wet, pooling beneath me on the bench.

Kari kissed my cheek and gently unwrapped her arm. She stood, stretching her legs before flashing me a wicked smile. "Quick swim?"

I nodded, legs trembling as I stood and followed her. Ken laced his fingers through mine as we walked, naked and grinning, toward the pond behind his stunning wife.

The cool water was heaven. It soothed my used body and cleared the haze of orgasm. We floated, kissed, laughed. Afterward, we returned to the patio, drying off in the sun.

We snacked, sipped wine, talked about movies and memories, and kept stealing glances at each other--still glowing, still basking.

"I think we'd both love to have you as our exclusive partner," Kari said, smiling lazily as she lit a cigarette and drew in deeply, her eyes glinting.

"Definitely," Ken added. "You can stay with us as long as you want."

"We'll make space for you," Kari said. "You can have your own room, come and go as you please."

"That would be perfect," Ken echoed.

I told them I had work Monday but would love to come back.

"Next Friday?" Kari suggested. "Gives your ass and cock a few days to recover."

"I doubt it'll be healed by then," I laughed, "but I'll be here."

"Ooh!" Kari perked up suddenly. "In a month or so, Eva and Carl are coming to visit. I know they'll want a taste of you."

"Yeah!" Ken said, eyes lighting up. "I almost forgot they were coming."

Kari dashed inside and returned with a laptop. She pulled up a video and hit play.

I watched, mesmerized. Kari was down between the legs of a stunning, mature blonde--licking her like a goddess--while Ken and a silver fox of a man took turns gently slapping her flushed cheeks with their thick cocks.

"They're fifty-eight," Kari said. "Pretty amazing, huh?"

"Unreal," I murmured. No way I was saying no to that invitation.

If I hadn't broken up with Brit... if she hadn't nudged me to try online dating... I never would've met Ken and Kari. Or Eva and Carl. Or this version of myself.

I felt lucky. Like the universe had dropped me exactly where I needed to be.

I looked at them both--my new lovers, my friends--and smiled.

"Let's go inside," Kari said, rising and stretching. "First, I need to rub some soothing ointment on your poor butthole. Then... I want you to fuck my brains out."

I laughed and followed them in.

This was only the beginning.