"It's been awhile," he thought to himself as he steered the car deftly into the driveway. Her call had somewhat surprised him a few days ago. Her invitation to visit even more so. They'd not been together since their initial explorations with the strap-on dildo some years before. Online and on the phone they'd kept in touch and abreast of each other's lives: her dalliances in bisexual strap-on play, his quest for romance and sexual exploration. Oddly, they hadn't gotten together again despite the open communication. The geographic distance enforced a strict dominance over both her and him that was exceedingly difficult to overcome. Phone and online games had forged an intimate bond which made the resumption easy.

He'd never been to her house before, nor she to his. On the phone she assured him that a weekend visit would be worth the 4-hour drive. His job had only worsened in the intervening time, so the desire to cut loose and be exceedingly debauched was too much of a thrill to pass up. The things they'd done together had thoroughly affected him: it was still difficult to see any wall mirror without thinking of her telling him to turn his head and look... at the spectacle of her glistening strapped-on prong penetrating his posterior. Remembrance gave him a shudder and a feeling of expectancy. The time they'd spent apart had not been kind to his fetish, so the chance to engage in it again with her had him hard since she called 3 days ago. Their parting on the phone charged him up even more than he thought possible. It was simple: before hanging up, she said to him, "Remember -- mine never goes soft." He was left salivating and hard with a dial tone in his ear.

Closing the car door quietly, he walked the few steps to her door. He checked the address again on her email along with the description of the house. This was the place. A feeling of honor swept him momentarily as he realized she trusted him to come by her house -- no neutral territory like before. He forced composure on himself and rang the bell. A brief pause. He thought about how he'd cleaned and readied himself for this reunion. The door opened slowly, but it did not reveal anyone in the doorway. He thought he heard footsteps in the back of the house drifting down a set of stairs. It was odd she wasn't there to greet him, he thought. Then his eye caught an envelope lying on the ground. His name was on it. Shrugging to himself, he stepped inside the house and shut the door behind him. A stairway leading up seemed a good place to sit down a moment, so he did. His thumb slid through the envelope's seal and he took out the card inside. "Strip" was written upon it in a delicate, feminine script.

There had been plenty of time over the past few days to think about all this, and he felt good, giving and game. The card was clearly intended for him, and without further thought he took off all his clothes slowly and deliberately. He placed them on the stairs. Naked, he felt rather exposed and embarrassed -- but the throb in his groin continued to have its effect on him. Not sure of what to do next, he began to walk through the rooms of the house. A well-furnished living room was the first one he encountered. That gave way to a gorgeous kitchen with tile floor and deep-hued wood. There was a door in the kitchen. On the floor in front of it was a larger envelope with his name on it. He knelt down to pick up the missive, and opened it quickly. His hand met a silken bit of fabric. Once he pulled it out of the envelope, it was revealed to be a blindfold. A note was pinned to it: "Wear, then open door" was all it said.

The strap fit around his head just right. He could not see anything, not even the presence of light around the edges of the blindfold. His heart was racing, pumping blood to his throbbing prick which now began to leak precum. As a precaution, he knocked on the door five times before turning the knob. The door opened toward him and he stepped aside to clear it. A slight hand took his and began leading him slowly down a set of stairs. Nobody spoke. The electrified atmosphere by this unexpected greeting scenario had him too hyped up to say anything. It was warm, and some music was playing softly in the background. They reached the bottom of the stairs and the unseen hands moved to his shoulders, prompting him to get down on his knees. Someone walked around behind him and moved his hands behind his back. The gentle hands placed fur-lined handcuffs on his wrists and secured them.

On his knees in her basement, his mind reeled. After a few minutes, no voices had been yet heard and he was thinking, "Damn, she brought me down here and left me to sweat a bit." He thought the sound jangling of buckles drifted his way, the rustle of someone preparing a strap-on harness. Audible movement on the deep shag rug made him prick up his ears, paying intent attention to any clues which might give him a better idea of what exactly was going on. The blindfold blocked out all light and he genuinely had no sense of his surroundings. He flexed his arms, striving for some degree of comfort. A hand touched the back of his head, and roughly pulled his chin up. "Open," her voice commanded. His mouth opened, and his tongue slipped out. Something plastic, but not exactly cold, brushed past his lips. He flicked his tongue around it, trying to gauge the shape. It seemed tubular, and he knew instantly this was the latest toy she'd told him about on the phone. She had it strapped onto her waist, and if he hadn't had the blindfold on it would be right at eye level.

He ducked his chin down slightly, trying for a better angle. Giving oral without using hands is difficult work, and balance became an issue as he lavished her shecock with moist attention. Every effort poured forth from his lips and tongue, sliding up and down her shaft. In his mind, he imagined how she might be dressed for the occasion, if at all. The blindfold stayed in place and he remained without sight. The memory of watching her in the mirror taking his ass flashed across his mental movie screen. He rewound it again and again, replaying the moment by sucking and slurping the prosthetic cock that she presented to him. Cool air soothed his skin, and hardness led to a dripping between his legs. Deprived of sight, he vigorously bobbed his mouth covering every side of his lover's prong. It was only her he could think of at this moment -- to please her, to make her pleasure paramount was his entire focus. A quick "snap!" sound behind him made him pause in his attentions for one instant. Not hearing anything further, he went back to his oral efforts.
It was then that he felt a cold slippery gel substance oozing down his crack towards his anus. And then he knew. In one of the stories he's posted online during their long separation, he'd daydreamed about being taken by two or more strapped-on women. It had taken him ages to write it because of the perpetual titillation that composing the story had brought him. Never had there been any thought that she might make this happen for him; while she'd told him that she had acted on her bi tendencies, he had not expected to become part of them.

He moaned, lips still wrapped around her dick. A shudder rippled through his body from head to toe in a wave of realization. A finger began to rub the gel into his hole, and he shifted his haunches to present himself. Open and willing on both ends now, blinded to the reality unfolding, his present submission to a duo of women caused his own hardness to become almost painful. The throbbing surged with each millisecond as precum began to well up from his head.

Hands on his shoulders, she spoke. "Yes, lover, I read that story. And while I fuck your mouth with my new toy, she's going to take your ass. You're her first fuck. Well, first male fuck anyway. Keep using your mouth; I want to come while you suck my cock." His arms strained at his bonds hearing this from her. He knew it was better not to speak when she was like this, and he redoubled his sucking on her cock.

From behind, he felt a lube-covered finger slip inside. Pensively at first, it pulsed back out and in alternately. A second joined it, exploring together. Then a third, tempo increasing quite gradually. Up front, his lover's hips began to thrust the dildo into his mouth at an increasing pace. Using his tongue and lips, he pressed back on it, intending to press the base of the toy against her clit. The fourth finger went into his backside, and he could not resist moaning. The vocalization of his full feeling made her dildo vibrate against her clit. Harness tight around her waist and legs, she moved her grip to his head as she held it in place and advanced her hips towards his mouth. The thrusting at the front drew his attention; she pushed his head slightly back. He opened wider to allow her prong deeper acceptance. Her driving tempo increased, becoming vigorous. The straps of her saddlery flexed along with her body as she alternately penetrated then withdrew the moistened cock from his mouth. Relaxing his throat, he allowed her to fuck his mouth. Her act of holding his head in place made him a receptacle for her whims.

Just then he felt long hair cascade onto his lower back. A pair of lips against his spine. Then a soft hand pushed him downward onto all fours. With a quick slurp her cock slid out of his mouth as he assumed the position. The "friend" behind him massaged his cheeks a moment, lightly slapping them here and there. She sidled up into place. A quick whisper from behind him as the friend asked, "Is he ready?" Then quiet as she regarded her friend briefly. "Yes, he is ready. You may take him." A few audible strokes of lube to prick made sticky sounds as the friend greased up her own pole. The friend put her hand on his ass to steady herself as she began to insert her strapped-on cock into her first male recipient. His moaning resumed promptly as her prong head passed through his ring.

The moaning did not go unnoticed. While her friend began her earnest insertion into his backside, she reclined her way under his head and commanded him: "Lick me, lick my cock, and lick my harness." Mindful of his most-treasured fantasy, he bowed his head to her dildo and resumed his oral ministrations. He dutifully bobbed his head on her jutting rod of rutting; his full intention to bring her off by forcing the rigging to rub against her clit. Lavishly he licked the sides up and down. While he remained blindfolded and could not see the women he was entertaining, the imagery of this happening unfolded in his mind and caused his crotch to become a dripping faucet of precum.

Behind him, the friend was delicately taking her time. As he was her first, she wanted to relish every moment of this event. Not inexperienced with what he was feeling, the friend sympathized with his need to gradually accommodate her strapped-on intrusion. The friend knew it had been an exceedingly long time since he'd been with her, and thus the friend worked her way inside him gingerly. The friend leaned over and whispered into his ear, her accent unfamiliar to him, "How does it feel, pet?"

He paused in his lickings. "It feels... filling." He redoubled his efforts at lapping her. He wanted to show her his appreciation for letting her friend inside him.

"Good," said the friend, her long hair once again showering itself over his back. "When she invited me into this scenario, she told me how marvelously you tend to her. Be sure to be extra nice today; twice as nice I might say." The friend punctuated her order with a slightly deeper stroke, shivering as her harness made contact with her nub. Rearing back up to her kneeling position, the friend proceeded to probe his ass deeper. He imagined the friend's hair framing her face and breasts. His mental image of this wanton activity came into sharper focus. Without inhibition, his body shuddered in a contraction of arousal.

Then the friend bottomed out with her penetration. The friend's harness frontage rubbed against his cheeks. Her dong completely occupied his nether passage. His intruder began to retreat, then sawed back in towards fullness again. His body flexed with the friend's backside barrage. Meanwhile on the other end, his mistress once again took him under her command. She held his head in place and rubbed herself all over his lips. He lapped. His tongue moved up and down her labia, sometimes poking at her when the friend's powerful pushes caused him to bump into his mistress. Mistress's cock sometimes comedically bounced into his forehead as he strove, hands bound, to give her pleasure. Being used at both ends by these lovers began to cause him light-headedness. So much arousal, so much female musk in the air, so much girlcock in his mouth and ass.

Her friend upped the tempo; she matched it with her own reaction. He took it from both ends on all fours. The raunchy pounding of his backside by the friend reflected in her own fervency of forcing him to orally please her. His tongue waggled around her lips, eventually focusing on her button. With abandon, he lashed at it. Her friend jackhammered her strap-on cock into him. Her feminine form wielding masculine force as she held onto his hips for bracing. Her hair brushed his back. Wetness filled his mouth. He could tell his mistress was approaching her peak. She began to groan with pleasure. Mouth moving constantly over her pussy, his every effort to bring her off showing as she held his head in place. The friend continued body pounding him from behind. He imagined her hair flying, breasts heaving.

His mistress grabbed her cock and pushed her snatch hard into his face. Her voice wailed in a passionate animal moan. He strained at his bonds making every attempt to bring her to a conclusion. Knowing her from previous experiences, his mind's eye saw her body wracked in contortion, harness straining as her muscles flexed. He knew it might be her turn to pass out from arousal. She released wetness onto his face as she climaxed. He secretly relished it; it was his opinion that there is nothing more stimulating than bringing your partner off. Even if her friend is sticking you with her own strap-on toy of her own.

Mistress pushed him away and backed off a moment. He fell face forward into the soft shag carpet, hands still bound behind him. A quick "click" from behind as the friend released the cuffs, and he pushed himself back up into the all fours position. Her friend continued her anal assault. Relieved of his primary duty, he now started to move backward to meet her thrusting. He wiggled his arse a little bit whenever she bottomed out. He was now purposely trying to also bring off the friend behind him by having her harness rub and make clit contact. Bowing his head, he pushed back to meet her. The sound of skin on skin on harness filled the air. The friend pounded him. He met her pushing with his own. Together they performed for his now-recovered mistress. Energetic frenzy ensued. His senses somewhat heightened by the blindfold, he thought he could actually hear her hair lashing the air. He definitely could hear her breasts shimmy back and forth as her torso became sweaty from her endeavors.

She stopped moving. The friend, wholly impaling him upon her shedick, leaned over to him and said, "Roll over -- but do NOT let me slide out of you." He pushed back on her projection in an effort to lock her inside. Then together they began to roll him over onto his back. He was still blindfolded.

Once in position, the friend resumed her thrusting. She said to mistress, "You never told me how powerful this would feel."

"Didn't I? Well, I thought that was something every woman should discover on her own."

Her friend replied, "This could become addictive."

He just moaned. The friend shuddered. Her harness, quick and tight against her body, was really making excellent contact now. She bottomed out, then drove her waist upward and downward, moving her cock inside him. Her arousal approaching, she withdrew and then pushhhhhed really deep inside, driving her clit against the harness. It washed over her. With her own cock, she'd just fucked her first man to orgasm. Wave upon wave of orgasm crashed her shores as she looked down to see him impaled on hers. Shuddering ecstasy took her over, making the prick move in strangely different ways inside him. Her twitchy reactions ended up massaging his prostate; he exploded in fervor, shooting high into the air. Some got in the friend's hair but she didn't notice as she came back down to earth.

The friend removed her cock from his arse. His mistress removed the blindfold, and as his eyes adjusted to the light and the sight before him, she asked, "Would you like your reward?" Unable to speak yet, he just nodded. The women moved into place on either side of his face, their jutting fucksticks lewdly dangling over his face. "We have a surprise."

They each quickly attached a bulblike apparatus to their appendages. He had a hunch what was about to happen. "Stroke us," mistress ordered. The friend shyly smirked. His hands came up to stroke their still-lubed dicks. As he rubbed them, they began pumping their bulbs. The women hugged each other, steadying themselves as they pumped. Each began moving their hips in and out of his hand as if he were touching them directly. Their glistening pricks moved in and out of his hands. The bulb sounds seemed to be reaching a pressure point. The ladies quickened their pace and presently... both their cocks shot off ropes of a thick gooey substance on his face and chest; it was, he thought, an inordinate amount. Then again, he hadn't seen how much he'd released previously.

They laughed at his surprise. "Clean us," the friend said. He took the friend's cock between his lips, making sure to catch every last drop. When hers was cleaned, he moved on to his mistress's knob. She grabbed his hair and menacingly said, "Do a good job!" and gave a quick thrust into his mouth. Briefly choking, he recovered, and set about cleaning up the mess she'd made. Once their girlcocks were spit-shined again, the two women began cleaning up their servant for the day. A goodly amount of spew had also gotten on his chest and face, so they deliberately spent a good while making sure he was clean and ready for whatever was next. They let him up for air.

In the afterglow of their encounter, he spoke up, looking at the friend. "Remember when you said this could be addictive? You two... put the 'dick' in addicktive!"

With that, the women started to laugh. As they stood facing one another, mistress took his cock in one hand and her friend's in the other. And then mistress responded, "And remember: hers never goes soft."

Her friend added, "And hers never goes soft either."

They both put their hands on his head, pushing him down to his knees.