Chapter 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.