Chapter 4: Saturday Night

After we cleaned up, Jen said she wanted to watch some more porn. This time we all sat on the sofa together, huddled under a big quilt. Ryan picked out what he said were some of his favorites. Jen and I were both lying back on the arms of the sofa with our legs in Ryan's lap. It was an open invitation that he couldn't resist. I felt Ryan's fingers playing with my pussy, nothing serious, just kind of keeping the fire lit. From the way Jen was moaning, I don't think he was leaving her out. At one point I reached over to give his cock a squeeze, but I found Jen's hand there ahead of me. She slid her hand up to make room for mine, and we smiled at each other as we held Ryan's stiff prick together. Teamwork, it worked for us in soccer, and now in sex too.

It was kind of nice to just lie there with Jen, sharing Ryan with no more feelings of jealousy. My butt was still a little tender, but I actually felt somewhat grateful for the whipping Ryan and given me. It had brought me back to my senses. And the way Jen had come to my rescue was still giving me a warm feeling. I was enjoying the evening so much that we could have been watching Disney movies and I wouldn't have minded

"Ladies," Ryan said softly, "I have a surprise for you. It's waiting in the bedroom."

Jen and I jumped up and raced each other across the living room. When we got to his bedroom Ryan started cracking out orders like a drill sergeant. "OK, on the bed, you two. Yeah, that's right, on your backs... spread your legs... nice. OK, everybody comfortable?"

We nodded, and Ryan crawled onto the bed with us. He hesitated, looking back and forth at our pussies, teasing us as if he couldn't make up his mind which one to pay attention to first. I reached down and pulled my outer lips apart; exposing what I hoped was a most appealing pink opening. Jen quickly copied me, and we were lying there like two gynecology patients. I won, of course. Jen may have had the freshly opened honey jar, but mine was prettier, I was sure.

Ryan started working his lingual magic on me again, licking, flicking, and sucking seemingly at the same time. The man does have his talents. I closed my eyes, enjoying his actions. I heard Jen moan, and looked to see what was happening. Ryan's hand was working her over at the same time he was licking my slit. A moment later, just when I was really starting to get a glow on, he switched. Now his mouth was firmly attached to my best friend's clit, and I had to make due with just his probing fingers. It wasn't a fair tradeoff. I could tell that he wasn't paying much attention to what he was doing with his fingers; all his concentration was on Jen's cunt.

He kept up his efforts to please both of us for about ten minutes, switching his hand and mouth between us every minute or so. It was very frustrating, just when I would get close to an orgasm, his tongue would be replaced by his fingers. That wasn't bad, but it was his warm, wet, lingual probe that really excited me. My newfound sense of sharing had vanished. I wanted all of his oral attention, just long enough to get off. Then Jen could have him again. But it turned out that all of that had been Ryan's way of warming us up for his big surprise. He rolled over, reached under the bed, and pulled out two objects.

"What the hell are those?" Jen asked. It seemed like an unnecessary question. What Ryan was holding were two identical dildos. Not shiny, silver things like I had ordered online a few months earlier. No, these were shaped like the real thing, if your boyfriend was a troll. They were longer and thicker than Ryan's cock, and a lot bumpier.

"Watch," Ryan smiled. He turned a switch on the bottom of one of the monsters. A low hum came from it, and it started moving. It looked like some kind of demented, automated screwdriver, twisting around and moving in and out at the same time. Ryan looked a little silly standing there holding that thing in his hand, but he was grinning at us, obviously waiting for our reaction.

"These are for those long, lonely nights when I'm not around, and you have an itch you just have to scratch. And here's something else for you," he said, opening the drawer on his beside table. He reached in and got two tubes of lube out. "You might need this when you play with these. And it might come in handy for other things." I remembered what Jen had told me about him greasing up before he had sodomized her. "If you guys are going to be sexually active, you should always have some lube available."

"Uh, that's very nice, Ryan, I think." I wanted to be polite, but really, did he expect us to actually use those things? Yep, he really did.

"These can come in handy when I guy is outnumbered too," he leered, looking like some dirty old man. He opened one of the tubes and dribbled some of the clear gel onto one of the toys, making it shiny and slick. "Shay," he ordered, "you're smaller. Get on top of Jen."

I did as he requested. This time, instead of being in a sixty-nine position like we had been on the beach, Jen and I were lying face-to-face. I think we both felt a little foolish, but curious at the same time. I felt Ryan positioning himself between our legs. He pushed mine up until I was on my knees. I was still on top of Jen but at least now she could breathe. I felt Ryan moving behind us, then I heard Jen start to moan again. It was obvious that he was fucking her. I felt left out, and a little ridiculous, perched on my hands and knees over my best buddy while my boyfriend was screwing her. What about me, I thought? I got my answer a second later.