Get Along Little Dougie - Part 3
August 9, 1996
Our Story So Far: Yohannon saved the planet and met the man (Brad) he didn't know he was having wet dreams over until he almost knocked him over in a quest for deep fried plastic. After weeks of mutual lust and growing friendship, their first date is interrupted by Dougie, who pushes his homophobic diatribe right into the east bay with cement shoes. He's knocked unconscious, taken to a secret dungeon, and forced to watch as Yohannon sucks his first cock (and like it. A lot). To assuage nascent guilt feelings on both their parts over Doug's non-consent, Brad has called over a couple of friends for Dougie to play with...
Brad walked (damn I just couldn't help but stare at those full, round ass cheeks of his as they moved away from me) toward the sound of the buzzer and opened that thick sound-proofed door that reminded me of a bank vault. Dougie started to yell something that sounded a lot like "Help! Get me the fuck out of here!" as best he could with a gag in his mouth, which was about well enough to reach halfway across the room. I could barely hear him myself over the sound of traffic that wafted down the basement stairs.
In walked the biggest, butchest woman that I had ever seen. She had a buzz cut, was wearing classic Oshkosh type overalls, a flannel shirt, and a pair of doc martin's shoes. She was a classic example of a dyke, and even in those days where the appropriateness of calling her that to her face was still up for grabs you could tell she would simply smile and say "Your point?". She was hard to peg as to weight, though she actually looked larger than Brad by a good margin, though slightly shorter. She could easily have been 500 pounds, but I wouldn't have been surprised to find out she had even more weight packed in as muscle mass.
Strangely it was her smile I first focused on. I had known a lot of lesbians at school, but they were all so damn serious and humorless you never felt comfortable smiling around them. This woman was noticeably older and wore that smile like an old friend, which was pretty much how she greeted Brad.
She moved across the space between them with a self assurance and sense of personal power that fairly glowed. I was uncomfortable with the feeling of lust that was already stirring at the sight of her -- it seemed disrespectful.
"Brad! You really should call sometime when you don't need someone or I'll begin to think you only love me for my body or something". They embraced, Brad rolling his eyes. It was obvious she didn't mean it, and that Brad was used to being needled by her.
Then they kissed.
This wasn't some grandma kissing a child kiss, this was "Hello, you busy later, maybe we can get together and FUCK each other until we're bleeding and raw" kind of kiss. I could feel the heat from across the room. I was REALLY confused. Instead of flaming that initial lust, it sort of collided with the suppression circuits that were already working on it and caused everything to short out. I think my jaw even dropped open.
So much was I shocked that I almost missed the second person to enter through the door, close, and lock it. I didn't like how much I enjoyed that muffled cry of despair that came from behind me.
I had to blink and shift gears. Brad and the woman I thought was a dyke (damn it, she still seemed like one... was she really bi? Was Brad? Damn, I felt sexually stupid. I like feeling that was only so that I could have fun learning new things) were decidedly my types, no question about it. Yes, there were many thin people I had been attracted to, both then and now, but my preference was toward big, fat, strong people.
Then there was this one. This woman was almost -- no, she was model material. I could see her on any magazine, on any fashion runway, and not be out of place. The makeup was skillfully and tastefully done, you couldn't tell exactly where the natural ended and the artifice began, though you knew it had to begin somewhere as the colors shifted gradually to the non-flesh toned green shades.
The outfit fit her lithe and limber frame perfectly, as if it had been sewn with her in mind. In fact, I'm sure it had been -- she was definitely the sort of person that would make designers beg for the privilege of clothing her.
I had to admit she was cute, even attractive. She wasn't emaciated and looked well fed for her size, which made me realize that she was probably like myself, the minority of people who are naturally thin (and who are hated for it by the people who have been brainwashed into believing there's something better about it). She didn't have the arrogance one normally associates with someone beautiful, a warmth in her eyes that made me decide that she would be well worth knowing -- yeah, perhaps even in the biblical sense.
She also walked over and gave Brad a kiss that would cause most men to pass out from lack of oxygen, barely giving him time to breath in from the first one.
Eventually Brad walked over to make the introductions all around. "Yo, this is Beth," the mystery dyke who was still confusing the hell out of me reached out a hand. I reached over to shake it, and found myself pulled into a hug that took my breath away on all possible levels.
(Many months later, after Beth and I became very close, she explained to me the problem I ran into that evening. She considered herself a dyke on a lot of different levels, but still played with boys sometimes. We spent hours talking, debating, and at times arguing over the nature of biphobia -- at least until we were suddenly interrupted by a roman orgy. A *real* Roman orgy, with Claudius himself the master of ceremonies. That son of a bitch was actually *worse* than the X-rated version of the film made him out to be, and we barely got out of their with... well, that's another tale.)
Next Brad introduced me to Tricia. Tricia walked over, and I noticed that she was wearing spiked heels and walked as if she had been born in them. I swear she practically curtsied before giving be a light peck on the cheek that burned. I felt myself flush when she looked into my eyes.
It was Beth that first began to look over Dougie, who was trying to look past her to see Tricia (considering Beth's girth it was almost impossible to do. I suspected that Tricia was deliberately positioning herself to make it as difficult as possible). She probably had been fully briefed by Brad on the phone, and her first comment backed this up. "So, is this our little plaything for the evening?"
Doug's eye's almost got as wide as they had when he first got an eyefull of me and Brad's mating ritual, phase one. I took it the idea of Beth playing with him didn't appeal to his sense of aesthetics.
It almost made me wish that I was the one manacled to that frame if it meant that Beth would play with me.
Brad chuckled, and walked over to stand next to Beth. I didn't fail to notice this completely concealed Tricia from Dougie's viewpoint. "Dougie, I'm going to take off that gag so that you can clearly answer a question. We're going to give you a choice of..." His voice took on the tone and rhythm of a million game show announcer's "...eating Beth's pussy..." he flourished his left arm toward Beth, who practically dimpled at him as she unhooked her coverall's, flipping down the top portion of them, and unbuttoned her top. Doug practically turned green at the thought, especially when she raised her arms to pull off her shirt to reveal her unshaven armpits and a chest with noticeable wisps of hair around the nipples. "Or," continued Brad, "You can let lovely Tricia here suck your cock and, if she feels like it, fuck the daylights out of you." he flourished his right arm out and back, and Tricia walked up and vouged at Dougie so intently it was obvious to everyone (but him, of course) that this was all high camp at his expense.
I could tell that Dougie was very interested in Tricia. She probably was a lot more woman than he had ever attracted before, willing or not. I personally couldn't believe that she would actually touch Doug, much less suck and fuck him.
Brad walked over to behind Dougie to pull off the gag in his mouth. Dougie, for the most part, ignored Brad, too busy was he staring at Tricia, or rather everything below Tricia's chin. She did have a good set of breast, not overtly out of proportion to her body, but definitely sizable. Almost even before the gag was out of his mouth he was answering "Tricia! Keep that fat bitch away from me!"
I thought that he would lose some teeth over that comment, even if I had to play the berserker dental assistant myself, but Beth grinned in a way that made me realize something was up. She walked over to a seat and began to pull off her work shoes and the rest of her clothes, while Tricia walked over and began stroking Dougie's face. "Now, now, little Dougie" she said, sarcasm noticeable to all of us with an IQ greater than a common log, "don't go insulting my friends like that. You want me to suck that big, hard cock of yours, don't you?"
As she spoke her left hand sort of drifted down from his face to his chest, then to his belly, then to his crotch. I wondered if a woman had ever done that of her own free will before. His expression suggested that this was a new experience for him, at least.
His eye's almost rolled back into his head as she made an obvious show of searching for his "big, hard cock". I almost lost it right then and there, laughter simmering up, only Brad was there by my side (that man was fast!), finger to his smiling lips. Deciding that the only way I was going to keep from literally laughing in his face, I kissed those lips.
He sat down next to me and we watched as Tricia started to rub Dougie's crotch, then pulled down the zipper of his designer jeans. Reaching in she pulled out Dougie's penis, and I had to kiss Brad again to keep from cracking up.
It really was small. I had thought of Dougie as a tiny dicked fool, but never really thought that her might not have a sizable penis. No wonder he was so easy to manipulate with a few encouraging words about the size of his member -- he really had an inferiority complex about his manliness.
It wasn't that small, actually. It looked about four, maybe five inches long, and about an inch in thickness. But in Dougie's little pseudo jock itch world of beer guzzling over priced college greeks it probably represented his ultimate genetic failure, one emphasized by hour after hour of cock centric bragging and porno flick with mutant male genitalia guaranteed to give sperm whales feelings of inadequacy. Not that this excused his piggish behavior toward women and other humans...not in the least.
Tricia was good, very good. She un-buttoned his Land's End shirt while she gently stroked his cock (probably afraid it would break), running her long, pointed tongue along the front of his neck and down toward a nipple. I noticed he wasn't very hairy, or muscular. I couldn't help sympathizing with him a bit...I wasn't much of a jock myself. Strike that, I wasn't a jock PERIOD. I was clumsy, awkward, near-sighted and completely unable to do anything involving athletics without being worthy of last picked status. It's what drove me into reading, which in turn lead me to explore area's of research that made me what I was today: A third rate magus with first rate luck. If I lived long enough I might get to die a second rate mage.
Brad put his arm around me, squeezing my shoulder. I had been aware of his hand rubbing up and down my back for some time, making me very aware of the fact that I had yet to come during this whole experience. As he grasped my left shoulder, another hand came up to take his place.
Glancing to my left in surprise, I saw Beth as she sat next to me, now fully nude. She smiled, and I felt a flush as she snuggled up to me. I realized that I was now in between two of the sexiest people I had ever met on at least five planes of existence (though I wasn't as well traveled then as I am now), and all three of us were naked and had sex on the brain.
Sometimes life was worth living.
Just then Tricia had finished unbuckling Dougie's pants, and was peeling them and his jockey shorts down to his knees. I noticed she had peeled his shirt back and down, but had been prevented from fully removing them or his pants by the manacles. His pale, somewhat unpleasant looking body could have stood some more covering up than that.
She was simultaneously kissing toward his crotch, and I realized that he was beginning to talk. He was saying things like "Oh yeah, that's what you want to do, isn't baby? Suck that hard cock for me. Go on..." and on and on. It was bad dialog from every cheesy porn movie with a bad '70's jazz sound track he had ever seen.
Tricia was about to kiss his penis, when she stopped and turned toward us and mouthed something distinctly. Beth got it first, and almost lost it, burying her head into my shoulder (which immediately sent thanks to the rest of me. The rest of me was very jealous of my shoulder, unnecessarily so). "What did she say?" I managed to whisper.
Tricia began to suck Doug into her mouth, easily engulfing him with her full lips. Dougie practically arched out from the frame as if she had electrified braces fitted by Con Edison.
Beth managed to breath into my ear "'Anything over a mouthful...'" before all three of us wound up in a giggling fit. Even though Doug was hardly hearing anything at that point, we used it as a good excuse for a three way kiss.
If you ever have the opportunity to engage in a three way kiss, go for it. It's a bit tricky (we kept bumping noses and foreheads, which made us giggle more) but the sensation of two set of lips kissing yours, all from strange angles is... well...amazing. Add to it the warm, fuzzy feeling of being surrounded by flesh and you're THERE.
Tricia, meanwhile, was drawing out Doug's undeserved blow job as long as possible. She even faked the occasional gagging noise, which seemed to excite Doug no end, and almost was the last straw that would induce mood breaking hysteria on our part. Fortunately, Beth decided to distract me by whispering in my ear an offer, as they say, I wouldn't refuse.
I'm pleased to say I managed to surprise her by whispering back a suggestion she wasn't expecting -- She wanted to know if I would like to eat her. I asked her to be on top.
I had never had a woman her size straddling my face before, but I liked being in the position (no pun intended) of feeling a little less out-classed. That, and my eagerness and over-stimulated drive drove off any misgivings I might have had about what I was about to try.
She moved from my side, and I leaned back onto some cushions lying behind us. She hesitated a moment, and leaned down to whisper in my ear again.
"Are you *sure* you want to do this?"
"I wouldn't have suggested it," I breathed back, "if I didn't want it."
"But how will you breath?"
I had to admit to myself I had no idea. Even some smaller women gave me trouble in this position, yet other larger women weren't any trouble at all. Everyone is shaped differently, has folds and rolls in different places. Usually my biggest problem wasn't breathing, but figuring out where to put my rather patrician nose. If I was lucky it either fit pressed between the lips, or at least "docked" someplace that didn't bend it in the middle, distracting me from the task at hand.
"I'll breath just fine," I assured her. "At least if I don't, I'll die with a smile on my face.".
I wasn't sure if that was a very smart thing to say, but I guess she decided that I knew myself best. She brought one great thigh over my head, bringing herself about to face my feet. I found myself nibbling her vast stomach as it hung above me. She quivered as my tongue moved into the fold between her belly and mound, lightly furred and as full as a small melon.
I wanted to prolong this for as long as I could, so I turned my head slightly before she brought her crotch above my face. I began to take in mouthfuls of her fleshy thighs, flicking my tongue as her skin filled my mouth. I was rewarded with a moan and a quiver, her pleasure sending a thrill through me.
I felt Brad mouth between my legs, a warm, very talented mouth wrapped itself around my dick. I almost screamed into Beth's leg, and arched my head back reflexively.
Beth took this as a chance to pay me back for teasing her with my mouth and firmly forced her crotch into my open mouth, muffling my yell of joy with one of the sweetest, biggest and wettest clits I had ever tasted.
I needn't have worried about my nose, as I had achieved a form of cunnilingus nirvana: My head was angled back so that my mouth was full of her inner lips, yet my nostrils were free to take in all the air I needed. I could also see up between her legs, her strong ass hovering over my head providing a wonderful show. I reached up with one free arm and parted her cheeks, stroking between them. She pressed back into my fingers, so, first moistening one finger on her freely flowing juices, I slowing inserted my index finger into her anus.
She buried her mouth into my belly, moaning loudly and grinding harder onto my face and finger. Brad was making me insane with his tongue. He seemed to know just when I was about to shoot, and managed to keep me from coming without losing interest. Actually, that wasn't quite it...I felt like I was coming, but not ejaculating, and it had happened so many times at that point that it didn't matter if I ejaculated or not. I had a feeling I had just graduated to a whole new level of sexual experience.
Beth then joined Brad in sucking me, first taking a few minutes for her "turn", then passing my penis back to Brad. While he had his fun, Beth began sucking my balls into her mouth...both of them. Another new experience for me, and as much as I trusted Beth not to bite down (and believe me, I was praying that I hadn't over-ruled my otherwise good instincts for the sake of lust!) I still held very still.
Beth then took my dick back into her mouth, and Brad slipped his tongue down to my balls. I thought he was going to take a shot at taking them into his mouth, but he surprised me yet again my running his tongue between my ass cheeks and probing my asshole. I suddenly realized he was rimming me, which made me nervous (as good as it felt), if only because it wasn't safe (aside from AIDS, there are a few nasties you can catch by doing that). I probably would have stopped him, except that my arms were pinned up behind Beth's and I couldn't talk with my mouth full.
He stopped in short order anyway, and pulled away completely. My legs felt cold and lonely without his bulk covering them, and I wondered what he was doing.
I soon had an answer. With Beth still giving me a wonderful blow job, her clit throbbing in my mouth, I felt him return and grab each of my ankles, pulling them apart. I thought he was just getting a better position to join Beth, when I felt his fingers working into me, suddenly slick with some sort of lube.
The feeling of his hand as it worked up my ass was making me even harder, and the thrusting of his fingers seemed to force me deeper into Beth's mouth. I wondered at Beth's apparent lack of a gag reflex, as she responded only by pushing even harder on my face. Brad removed his hand, grasped my ankles again, and with a strength that terrified me lifted them so that I could feel his belly on the backs of my thighs, Beth's shoulder's on the fronts.
There was a timeless moment when I almost held my breath, dreading and hoping for what came next -- the feel of the head of his enormous cock as it pressed against my virgin ass. Gently, but firmly, he pressed just enough for the head to enter. There was only a little discomfort at that point, until I remembered some of the tricks I had learned during some of my more impassioned experiment's and bore down as if to push it back out.
Using some of the smaller, less intimidating dildoes this usually loosened up my inner muscles enough to get fairly energetic with self-implement...but this was a real person, with an all to real monster between his legs. I was completely at his mercy, unable to control his movements, unable to even cry out.
It was turning me own like I couldn't believe.
Oh, I'm sure it occurred to me, deep in the back of my sex-crazed brain, that I could probably make it clear I wanted things to stop. But there was this feeling of being so completely possessed, immobilized, not by shackles or rope, but by their very size and strength.
He pushed in another inch.
I felt myself spread open to accommodate him, my thoughts almost a roar of white noise from the curious pleasure I took from his penetration of me. A part of me relaxed when I realized I could feel latex (we had talked about safe sex over the previous weeks, and I knew he would wear one, but not being able to see what he was doing had made me a little paranoid until that point), and I loosened up a bit more.
He sensed this opening, and slowly pushed himself home.
As he buried himself deep up my ass, the roar reached a crescendo, and I thought I would stop it at any moment. Only sheer stubbornness overcame the not so unreasonable fear that he was about to split me apart, a stubbornness that paid off when I adapted to his size and the pain subsided, leaving only the incredible feeling of connection -- Beth's working tongue and mouth, his dick, my mouth full of creamy, fat pussy.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Brad began to stroke. It was very slow at first, and I realized he had held himself in me for quite a long time. I wondered if I had that degree of self control, and the control to keep from pumping too quickly.
I don't know exactly when it happened, but I stopped thinking completely. I never realized how much chatter there was in the back of your brain, even while having sex, until it was suddenly gone. I think Heinlein, of all people, mentioned it decades ago: You're wondering how somebody is liking what your doing, you're distracted by some sort of external stress, you're worried about your relationship, your wondering if you're going to come.
Afterwards, the only way I can think to describe it is a sexual satori, that state of where there is no mind, no body, just primal sensation, shared on all possible levels. I realized (not then, later) that these were two people that I could easily die for if there were no other choice, and that they would do the same for me. It was that intense, that open.
I thought that was what Tantric sex was all about. I was wrong, but finding that out was another pleasant surprise (and yet another tale).
I was only dimly aware of the climax, where Beth came wetly on my face almost the same moment that Brad came, thrusting hard enough to slap his balls onto my upraised buttocks, hot enough to feel through the skin of the rubber. It felt like I floated there for hours, their bodies draped over me.
Beth moved first, probably suddenly self-conscious of her girth completely set upon my limp form. As she moved aside, I could see Brad still between my outstretched legs, smiling, those beautiful eyes a million miles away and right there at the same time.
I think I finally achieved full awareness of my surroundings when I turned toward the rack. I started at the sight, as I had actually *forgotten* how the evening had started. The sex had been that good.
I turned to say something to Brad, and then almost gave myself whiplash looking back.
Tricia had apparently finished sucking Doug's cock. Later, she described what had happened while we were having our three way across the room:
"I was having a devil of a time...no offense, Yo darling..."
"None taken." I've had a devil of a time, and hated the phrase. People have no idea what a devil of a time entails.
"Anyway, it was almost impossible to keep the boy from coming too soon, and you," she looked at Brad, "told me to make it last as long as possible. So I kept making up excuses to stop for a moment or two. A good gagging episode was good for a couple of times, and let me tell you it wasn't too hard to do. I swear people have to work at being that gross. Anyway, I decided to ask him if he would like me to fuck him, and he was more than willing to agree..."
The rack had been pushed back so that Doug was lying flat. I couldn't see his face from that angle, but he was making the oddest groaning noises, probably due to the fact that Tricia had straddled his waist and was apparently riding his erection, her face to his feet.
That wasn't what had snapped my head so hard I was sure I was in need of chiropractic help. As I stared, the sheer genius of my big boy enthralled me, and I began to quake with suppressed laughter.
And best of all, Dougie had begged for it!
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