This is a continuation of the story entitled "The Party Guest". In Part 1, I was face-fucked by a male stranger at a party being thrown by my girlfriend, Heather. Unbeknownst to us, she had crept into the bedroom and masturbated while watching us. It was only after he had cum all over my face that we realized she was there.
The room was filled with an audible, almost deafening silence. All movement stopped. Heather's hand rested still on her visibly wet pussy. Our eyes locked; I tried to read her expression, to imagine what she was thinking as she looked at her boyfriend lying prone on her bed with a male stranger straddling his chest and a face dripping with cum.
Suddenly, she rose from the chair. She finished undressing, a task she had obviously started but failed to complete out of excitement. She removed her shirt and bra, then her pants and thong, standing before us naked. I could tell she was breathing heavily, as turned on as I was.
She strode purposefully towards the bed, seemingly unfazed by the scene before her. Without hesitation, she sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned in, and gave me a deep, passionate french kiss. I was still in a state of shock at the whole situation, but instinct kicked in and I eagerly returned her kiss, feeding off her arousal. Her tongue anxiously probed the depths of my mouth. After a few moments, her lips began wandering over my face, and I realized that she wasn't so much kissing me as she was greedily gobbling up the cum that covered my face. She lapped at me with her tongue like a hungry animal, pulling big globs of spunk from me. Each time she pulled back, I could see thin strands of jizz connecting her tongue to my face.
This went on for a few minutes until she had licked me clean. At that point, she looked me in the eyes for a moment before a wicked grin crept over her face. She then got up into a kneeling position on the bed so that she was facing the stranger, who had been silently watching us. She put her hand up to his face and, without a word, began kissing him deeply. He responded in kind. I watched in stunned amazement, my mind still struggling to process everything that was happening. After about a minute or two of this, the man's cock slowly began swelling back to life, something that was very easy for me to see since it still hovered inches from my face.
Heather looked down about this time and noticed the same thing. She reached her hand down and touched it lightly. Then, she took a hold of it and, ever so slowly, began stroking it gently. The man gave a few soft, approving groans. Heather dropped her other hand down to the guy's ass. The next thing I knew, she was pushing him forward with one hand, and using the other to guide his now erect cock back into my mouth! As before, I offered no resistance. Slowly, inch by inch, my girlfriend was feeding me this stranger's throbbing tool, still slick with cum.
Once it was in me, Heather and the man resumed making out. He started gently pumping his hips back and forth. Heather's hand remained on his ass, pushing lightly and offering encouragement for him to fuck her boyfriend's face. The sensation of feeling his hot rod sliding in and out of my mouth was even more amazing than before, knowing that Heather was there, not only seeing it all but directing the action. She was now every bit as in control as the man had been the first time. And as before, my only job was to lay back and let my orifice passively provide for the pleasure of others.
Just as the stranger had done himself previously, Heather would occasionally take his cock from my mouth and stroke it vigorously, wiping the head across my face and smearing me with precum, then shove it back in so he could resume his thrusting. At one point, wrapping her index finger and thumb around the base of the shaft, she slapped his cock hard across my face several times, making loud smacking sounds and eliciting a girlish laugh from her in the process. A pang of humiliation went through me, equaled in its intensity only by the subsequent and undeniable rush of arousal I felt.
Before long, we were all deep in the throes of excitement. Heather and the stranger made desparate moaning sounds as they kissed, matched in volume by my own as I strained at the task of accepting his pulsating dick down my throat. The sounds of creaking bed springs could be heard once again as his thrusts gained more vigor. Just as it seemed like he was approaching another orgasm, Heather pulled back and wrapped both her arms around his waist, momentarily stopping him.
"I want you to fuck him in the ass", she said, looking the stranger in the eyes.
At this point, nothing should have shocked me. Every bizarre twist and turn of this evening had served only to increase my arousal and the feeling of complete disbelief that any of this was happening. Nonetheless, at this statement from Heather, a jolt of electricity ran through my body, tying my insides in knots. Could this really be happening? Could Heather not only permit, but demand that this man sodomize me for her pleasure? I looked up, my mouth still full of stiff meat, to see the two of them looking at each other with wicked grins and devilish gleams in their eyes. It was clear at that moment that it was a done deal, regardless of any protests I could make. Not that I would have dreamed of making any; by this time, I had long since given in to my role as a submissive plaything, serving no purpose other than to fulfill the desires and fantasies of these two people.
As odd as it may sound, by this time, the three of us had seemingly fused into a single sweaty, inflamed organism. Our actions and motions were in lock step with one another. So, when Heather pulled the man's cock from my mouth and gave me a slap on the ass, I knew in a moment what I was supposed to do. I immediately rolled over and propped myself up on my elbows, my ass high in the air.
Heather leaned over and opened the top drawer on her nightstand. I knew what she was after. A few weeks back, we had made our first attempt at anal sex. It hadn't been successful; after a few minutes of pushing, she complained of the pain, and we stopped. The tube of KY Jelly from that aborted attempt was still in her nightstand. My mind suddenly shot back to a previously forgotten memory from that night. After we had finished having regular vaginal sex, Heather had joked that next time, we should try it with her as the giver and me as the receiver. "Yeah, right!" I had said, laughing and playfully pushing her away. She had been laughing too, but now suddenly, that's exactly what was happening: she was going to fuck me in the ass using someone else's dick.
Her hand emerged from the drawer with the lubricant. I was too excited to look behind me to see what was happening. I heard her open the jar, then there was an excruciating pause before my body was jolted by the sensation of her hand smearing a healthy portion of the cold lubricant up and down my ass crack. It felt at once clinical and incredibly erotic, my girlfriend preparing my ass to be fucked. She pulled her hand away, and a few moments later it was back with more lubricant. This time, her rubbing motions quickly honed in on my asshole, and she slowly slid a finger in. With all the lube she was using, there was no pain at all, only pleasure. She slid it in and out a few times. The feeling was incredible, especially knowing that the stranger was kneeling there watching the whole scene, all being done so that he could enter me and make me his bitch.
Heather inserted a second finger. There was some mild discomfort at first but it quickly subsided as she resumed finger fucking me. I could feel and sense how much she was enjoying this. It was evident in the way her fingers caressed my insides as she moved them slowly in and out. I felt totally owned, totally incapable of doing or being anything other than a sex slave for her and, by extension, him.
A heavy grunt escaped my lips as she slid a third finger in, and for the first time it dawned on me that there was going to be some pain associated with this. I could tell she was taking her time, trying to loosen me up and much as possible for the big meat to come. Occasionally Heather would moan softly in pleasure. For the first time, I dared to look behind me. The look on their faces was almost comical. They were utterly transfixed by the sight of Heather's fingers sliding in and out of my well-lubed asshole. Heather moaned again and I looked down to see her other hand softly rubbing her pussy. The man, too, had one hand on his cock, not so much masturbating but just gently squeezing it periodically, as if reminding himself that it would soon be going where Heather's hand was.
With one last deep thrust, Heather's fingers slid almost reluctantly out of me, and I knew the time had arrived. Again, no words were necessary. I felt the weight on the bed shift as the stranger got into position behind me. The front of his thighs made contact with the back of mine. My heart rate shot up and the butterflies in my stomach kicked into overdrive. This was it.
Unable to resist the temptation, I looked back again. Heather once again had her left hand resting on the man's ass and her right wrapped around his tool. She was slowly guiding him forward into me. There was a moment when the head of his cock first grazed my ass that I thought my own swollen member would explode in orgasm. Slowly, she rubbed it up and down the length of my crack, coating it in lubricant. The sensation was mind-boggling; I thought I would swoon. Then, dramatically, she stopped and pressed his cock against my asshole. I instinctively spread my legs a bit wider. I had never felt so completely exposed, so vulnerable. The pressure grew more urgent; slowly, his cock was pushing it's way inside me.
Getting the head in was the worst part. There was a split second where I almost called out for them to stop. I kept my mouth clamped shut, but I know they heard my grunts of pain. Suddenly, the head popped in, and within a few moments, the pain subsided. All sound and motion in the room stopped. You could have heard a pin drop. We all knew that a dramatic threshold had just been crossed. What had seemed surreal before now seemed hyper-real: I was on all fours on Heather's bed, and her hand was grasping a cock that was stuck in my ass.
From there, the floodgates of lust were wide open. The man continued pushing forward into me. As before, when he was fucking my mouth, he would push in just a little further each time before pulling back. Each time, it felt like my entire body was being filled up. Our bodies rocked gently back and forth in time. I could tell they were going slowly, stretching me out. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt the sensation of his balls grazing my perineum and his pubic hair just above my asshole. It was mind-blowing. He was completely in me, up to the hilt. There was another pause, and again I looked back to see them staring at the sight I wish I could have seen myself: my ass completely stuffed with cock.
They suddenly looked at each other for an instant, then dove into each other with hungry mouths, kissing with a ferocity that dwarfed their previous display. Simultaneously, the man began pivoting his hips, thrusting into me. It was clear that the gentle treatment I had been getting up until now had just been a prelude. Within seconds, he was banging my ass with abandon. I could feel his balls slapping against me with each mighty thrust. The physical sensation was far greater than I had expected, but it was dwarfed by the mental and emotional space I was in. I was being completely feminized, not just in my girlfriend's presence but BY my girlfriend. It was one thing for her to see me getting facialized on her bed. Now, I was willingly, eagerly submitting to a relentless ass-fucking, while she made out passionately with the owner of the invading tool. Every shred of dignity, of masculinity was being stripped from me with each Herculean thrust.
As if reading my mind, I suddenly heard Heather's voice behind me. It was a tone was unlike any I had ever heard from her. She always did like a little dirty talk in bed, but her voice seemed now to come from a place inside her that I had clearly never tapped, at least not until now, not until this act of ultimate degradation.
"Oh yeah, that's it! Fuck his ass! Fuck it!", she cried. I looked back. Her hand was back on her pussy, rubbing furiously. The stranger had by now placed his hands on my hips and was holding me steady as he rammed into me again and again. I realized for the first time that every muscle in my body was incredibly tensed, as if I were holding on to the bed for dear life. Which, in a way, I was, since the ferocity of the pounding I was taking was threatening to throw me head-first into the wall.
Heather managed to pull her gaze from my stretched out asshole long enough to see me looking at her. Her expression was pure animal lust; for a second, I didn't even recognize her. Her teeth were gritted, as if it was all she could do to contain the explosion of arousal welling up inside her.
"You like that? You like getting fucked in the ass? Oh yeah, you like that, don't you, you little bitch?" she barked at me. I was momentarily stunned. She was like another person. I quickly realized, however, that her words were vocalizing exactly what I was feeling, exactly what I wanted to hear at that moment, and it was driving me completely out of my mind with excitement.
"Oh god, oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!", I panted.
"You heard the little bitch, fuck her harder!", Heather commanded. Just when I thought the intensity of the stranger's thrusting couldn't get any greater, he somehow found another gear, and began really letting me have it. I can't ever remember fucking a woman as hard as this guy was giving it to me, and I loved every moment of it. I felt like my entire body could have gone flying off the bed at any moment were it not for the man's strong hands holding my ass in place as he drilled it mercilessly. Heather's hand was a blur and she finger-fucked herself, eyes fixed on my stretched out asshole taking all of the stranger's meat.
"That's it, give it to her! She loves it! She loves having that big cock up her ass, the little whore!" Heather shouted. My subjugation was complete. I no longer felt like, nor at that moment did I care about being a man. I want to be their little girl whore. I wanted to have my ass fucked and to be humiliated by my girlfriend as she watched this man use and abuse me. Most of all, I wanted that cock, and the cum inside it. I wanted it in me, on me, everywhere.
I was about to get my wish. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum", the man panted desparately. I couldn't believe he had lasted this long. Without even thinking, I suddenly heard myself saying, "Cum on my face!"
"What did you say, bitch?", Heather replied. I looked back and directly into her eyes. "I want his cum on my face", I repeated, my voice taking on an almost pleading tone.
Heather leaned down, bringing her face closer to mine. "What do you say?", she asked.
I stared back at her, dumbfounded for a moment before I understood. "Please", I said softly.
"Please what?", she replied.
"Please cum on my face", I said.
"Do you want him to cum on your face?"
"Yes."
"Say it again."
"Cum on my face. Cum all over my face."
"Why should he cum on your face?"
"Because...because I'm a little whore. Because I'm a slut, and I love cum, and I want him to cum on my face so bad. I want him to shoot his cum all over me and make me his bitch."
Heather straightened back up, satisfied. "You heard the little slut," she said to the man. "She wants you to cum on her face like the little bitch she is." He immediately pulled out of me. It was clear that his orgasm was near, and he was wasting no time. My asshole suddenly felt like a gaping cavern with no dick to fill it up. Matching the man's sense of urgency, I flipped over as quick as I could, my mouth already instictively opening to take the deluge I was so eagerly anticipating. He quickly climbed on top of me again, straddling my chest once more. Heather moved into position next to him, and quickly began pumping his cock, aiming it at my face.
We were just in time. Two quick shots of cum sprayed me right in the face. After the soaking he had given me before, I hadn't been expecting as much volume this time, but we were clearly not dealing with an ordinary man here. Within seconds, my face was covered, and still there was more. Heather continued her rapid strokes, aiming his cock so as to leave no part of my face free of his seed.
"Take it, you little slut! Take his cum on your face!", Heather said. I could hear my own voice, almost as if it belonged to someone else. I was moaning and carrying on as if I were the one having the orgasm, so intense was my arousal by now. Listening to Heather berate me as she jerked this stud off onto my face was almost more than I could take.
Slowly, inevitably, the geyser subsided. I could feel the cum running down my face. Heather roughly shoved his cock back into my mouth for one last suck, draining the last of his jizz.
"Eat his cum", she commanded me.
I started rubbing my fingers all through the cum on my face and then greedily slurping them dry. I couldn't get it all into my mouth fast enough. The man and Heather both let loose a chuckle at the sight. "Look how much she loves it", Heather said with a sneer. "She's such a cum whore."
Once I was finished, Heather said, "Now play with your little girly clit for us, bitch."
The man got off me, freeing my arms. While he and Heather kneeled on either side of me, I reached down and touched my flaming hard-on. I started to stroke myself but received a surprise when, after only two strokes, I suddenly erupted in an orgasm, coating my cock and hand with cum. I was so aroused, it had taken almost no contact at all to get myself off.
Heather and the man laughed. "She was so excited, she couldn't contain herself!" Heather remarked, amused. She looked at me. "Look at that mess you made, you little whore. Clean it up!"
I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked it clean of my cum. I reached back down, collecting as much of my spunk as I could. I repeated this process a couple of times, all the while making greedy slurping sounds as I ate my cum. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I was done, and the room was silent again.
Heather reached down and put a hand under my chin. "Thats's a good girl. I'm proud of you for taking such a big cock in your ass and eating all that cum. You're a good little slut. Did you like that?" Speechless, I nodded.
"You like cock, don't you? You want to suck some more, don't you?", she asked. Again, I nodded.
Heather looked at the stranger. "Well", she said, "first let's see what we can do about letting mommy get some."
To be continued...