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Check out Part I of this incredibly sexy story here.

The man groaned and I looked over at him. I could tell he was in heaven as the three women jerked him off. Amy removed the gag from his mouth and asked him whether he liked it.

“Fuck yea,” he muttered.

To my surprise Amy slapped him and held his jaw as she reached down and kissed him deeply. “You’re here for us, do you understand?” She put the gag back in his mouth. Wow, a little harsh. But to be honest, I wouldn’t complain. Having the duty to fuck five women: not a bad deal.

For a minute I just stood off to the side, watching everything go on around me. The cock passed between the women’s’ mouths. Debra sucked on it. Then Gabby. Then Rose. Then Amy. Finally everyone looked at me.

I stared at the rod of man meat. Some invisible, horny force drew me to it like a magnet. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and felt the warm flesh throb below my fingertips. God it was heavy. I opened my lips wider than ever before and engulfed the tip. It filled my mouth. Slowly I descended down, but only got halfway before I was overwhelmed. I just stared down at the remaining shaft and his balls below as the rest of the women laughed. When I came back up Amy gave me a kiss.

From there things only escalated. While Amy and I made out I kept one eye on the three other women as they undressed each other and played with the man’s cock like they were children again. I could tell Rose was that child who had problems sharing, because Gabby had to finally pull it out of her mouth for her turn. I could see all the man’s bound muscles tightening as Debra deep-throated him as best she could.

Debra was the first to climb up and ride him, claiming seniority. Now I saw all the naughtiness spill out of that plain-old mom. There was perhaps a twenty-year difference between her and the man, but she descended down his cock like the years meant nothing. She knew exactly what she needed, and god did she take it, bouncing up and down, whispering: “Oh fuck yea!” It was so fucking hot. The man laid there bound as she just fucked him.

Five women, one cock. Everyone took a warm up round. Gabby went next. It looked comical as she stood over the big cock with her tiny body. I almost wanted to ask her if she was sure, but she was as eager as anyone. Her jaw dropped as she slid down inch by inch. She was obviously a rookie, and it was almost fitting that Amy followed her. She gave the performance of a veteran, bouncing up and down the cock like it was nothing.

Then it was my turn. To say I was ready was an understatement. By now I was undressed and just dying for it. I climbed up and straddled the man. I grasped his cock and held it for a moment, stroking the heavy shaft, slick with the other women’s juices, up and down. Then, slowly, I put the tip in my pussy and lowered myself down.

I moaned as the thickness utterly filled me. It pushed deeper and deeper inside. Amy came up beside me and we kissed as I rocked, then bounced. Oh my god. It was glorious.

Amy jiggled my tits and laughed. Then, oddly, she headed to the kitchen. When she came back she was carrying a serrated knife.

“How about we cut this beast loose?!” She yelled out. She proceeded to cut the ropes that bound the man’s legs and arms.

I was halfway down his cock when he began to rouse from his stillness. His giant hands gripped my hips and I watched as his feet took anchor and his powerful legs bent. Suddenly I was thinking about what all that muscle could do, and I was a little fearful. He was about to thrust when Amy slapped his face again. “As she commands…” She smiled at me.

I had never been in this position of power before. “Uhmm…” I started, “Fuck me…softly.” I gasped as his cock started to thrust gently inside me. Too gently. I wanted more. I was more assertive as I told him to fuck me harder.

Like a machine he followed my voice, holding me up as he pumped in and out. I just melted into his grasp and the minutes, however many passed, went by in growing ecstasy. But ultimately I wanted more.

“Fuck me harder.”

He thrusted harder and faster. Not enough.

“Fuck me harder!”

Even harder, even faster. Now the pleasure was starting to flood my body, pushing closer and closer to the brink. Still I wanted more.

“FUCK ME HARDER!”

He went into overdrive, fucking me without relent.

I don’t remember what words I said next. I don’t remember much of anything really. The only thing I remember is the explosion of pleasure between my legs. I closed my eyes and felt it consume my body. In that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

It must have looked as amazing as it felt, because I heard the rest of the women cheer.

As I came to a stop Amy jiggled my breasts again, “THAT WAS HOT!!” I just slumped down off the cock, out of breath. It was hot. I won’t lie.

“Oh my god, I am next!” Rose yelled. She scrambled onto the table and down his cock. “Fuck me!” She yelled at him. She closed her eyes and a sloppy smile spread across her face as the man started pounding into her.

For me the pleasure didn’t end there. Not in a long shot. As the man fucked Rose, the rest of us made our own fun on the carpet floor, ending up in a circle fingering and eating each other out. It was all so much better to hear Rose’s screams in the background. When they finally reached a crescendo I looked over just in time to see her eyes roll back into her skull and her body shake. God I hoped I looked that hot when I came.

When Rose had sucked her juices off the man’s cock, Amy called for him to come over and fuck her. The man joined us on the floor, pulling Amy’s body aside to pound her doggy, all his glistening muscles devoted to the task.

What ensued was a fuck fest. That’s the only way I can describe it. I suppose technically it was a gangbang. But really it felt more like the most erotic lesbian orgy of my life—the hot muscle man with the big cock was simply our toy. And god did we use him. Eventually we pretty much put him on auto mode and gave him free reign. As we women pleasured each other he went around, pulling pussies aside to fuck. The room filled with all our moans…we all just fucked. It was beautiful.

Needless to say, I already have Friendsgiving at Amy’s marked on my calendar for next year.

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It’s been a few months since I had to leave my friend Amy behind and move back to the West Coast. Ever since, I’ve been itching to get back to her. So, when she brought up that she was having her annual Friendsgiving’s party, I didn’t hesitate. I booked that flight the minute I hung up with her. Knowing the kinds of things that go on at Amy’s house, I had to ask whether this “Friendsgiving” was going to involve sex with the fellow guests. “Maybe.” She told me coyly. Then she not so coyly mentioned that the only thing I needed to bring was a clean STD test. So yeah, that was a pretty resounding yes.

Amy picked me up at the airport the day before the party. I’m actually surprised that we made it to her car before our hands and lips went wild over each other’s bodies. We made backseat love right in the parking garage before driving back to her place.

I was staying with Amy, but if you’ve read my other stories you know that she lives right next to my uncle and aunt. I couldn’t just fly across the country and not see them. The Friendsgiving party was the next day in the evening, and Amy said dinner wasn’t actually on the menu (which at the time I thought was weird), so I made plans to eat dinner that night with my uncle and aunt, and then head over to Amy’s in time for the party.

I felt a little guilty at dinner, because I was not there mentally. Not at all. The whole time butterflies were flying in my stomach as I imagined what waited for me when I got back to Amy’s. I even had the awkward Freudian slip of asking the waiter for a cock rather than a coke (for a split second, the guy’s eyes lit up in hope).

Finally I wrapped up the meal, and headed over to Amy’s. The lights were on in the library as I approached the door and I heard women talking and laughing. When Amy answered the door, she had a mischievous smile plastered across her face. She brought me to the library.

Three other women were already there. I knew one. Her name was Rose, and if you’ve read some of my other stories you may be familiar with her. One thing to know is that she and Amy were my first lesbian lovers (going all the way back to the story “First Lesbian Steps”). She is a little spitfire of a 32-year old woman, and always has the biggest personality in the room. It’s funny, because she’s a compact 4’11” Filipina. It’s even funnier because she has giant breasts that jiggle whenever she makes herself laugh, which is often.

Amy introduced the other two women as Debra and Gabby.

The two women were polar opposites. Debra was older, the heavy lines in her face placing her somewhere in her late 40s. She had that air about her that somehow reminds you of your mom or aunt. She was dressed rather plainly, with a blue blouse and jeans that gently rested on her mature curves, and her hair was styled into a rather simple bob, with curling light-brown tresses and bangs that flattered her pretty features I suppose. It was the total mom look.

Gabby stood in contrast. She must have still been a teenager, and in her youth she almost looked out of place among the rest of us. Her young, adorable face with a Latina complexion seemed to glow, as if she had yet to realize how much life can suck. Her short—she was barely taller than Rose—and slim nubile body only added to the sense of innocence. I couldn’t help but wonder if her outfit—a sexy tight red dress that showed off her female features—was a kind of overcompensation, a statement of her maturity. In any case, I thought she looked quite pretty.

The five of us chatted in the library for a little while. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, to be honest. I half expected Amy to suddenly get naked or something. As I talked to Debra about her son who just started college, I did notice that Gabby and Rose were getting friendly. Very friendly. Rose’s hand was traveling up Gabby’s thigh and the two of them shared the same lust-filled face. Then they kissed.

The two made out as Debra told me all about how her son didn’t know what major to choose. When she finally noticed Rose and Gabby, she leaned in and told me the story of how Rose and Gabby had met the previous year at this very Friendsgiving party. It had been Gabby’s first time at Amy’s house, and Rose apparently had taken her under her wing. Apparently so. “Funny how Amy can bring people together like that.” She told me with a sweet smile. Suddenly I could see the naughtiness hiding in Debra’s eyes. I was excited now. Clearly there was a whole other side to this unassuming mom, and I was just waiting for it to come out.

But before Debra and I could get closer, Rose broke away from Gabby’s lips and said, “Okay, I can’t wait any more…” She asked Amy who else was coming, and Amy replied that this year was going to be a smaller, more intimate party, and that this was it. Rose licked her lips. “What are we waiting for? I want to see what kind of meat we’re tasting tonight!”

Huh. I looked confusedly at Amy. I thought she told me that food wasn’t on the menu.

Amy smiled. “Lets.” She said, and Rose clapped her hands excitedly. Gabby looked thrilled, too. Debra even ran her hand over her breasts and bit her lip.

It was at that moment that I had that feeling: Rose wasn’t talking about turkey.

Amy invited us to head to the dining room. I tentatively followed the others as they walked down the hall. Amy hung back and waited for me. She took my hand and flashed me a smile. “Amy…” I began to ask as we approached the dining room, “what’s going–”

I didn’t finish my sentence. The scene in the dining room answered all my questions.

A man was spread across the table, gagged, bound, and naked except a shining steel plate-cover over his crotch.

I was speechless as the other women surrounded the table, running their hands over his body. He was a stud in the prime of his life. His tanned arms and legs were tied with thick rope, but I wasn’t sure if even that was enough to keep his powerful muscles from ripping free. I couldn’t keep my eyes from traveling over his body—his toned chest, his strapping arms, his bulging legs, his washboard abs, and then… the plate cover. It was such a tease. I didn’t blame Rose at all when she rushed over to take it off.

“Ah-Ah-Ah!” Amy stopped her. “I want that honor to go to Jen.” She nudged me on. It took me a few seconds to process what I was seeing. I looked back at Amy and that mischievous smile just widened.

“Go on!” She urged me.

Unconsciously, I found my feet leading me over to the table as the women made room for me. I looked down at the plate cover and saw my reflection in the stainless-steel finish staring back. I put my hand on the handle and the man shifted slightly. This was just about the most bizarre thing I had ever done.

Slowly I lifted it up.

Now, I don’t want to make guys self-conscious about the size of their dicks, because that’s way too common. It’s not disappointing if you don’t have a 9” dick as thick as a beer bottle (if it was, we’d be disappointed like 99% of the time).

That said…

This guy did have a 9” dick as thick as a beer bottle. Maybe even thicker.

“You outdid yourself this year!” Rose exclaimed.

“Mmm…I agree.” Debra said. Giggling like a school girl rather than a middle-aged woman, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the man’s cock. You could see it swelling in her hand as she stroked up and down. Bigger and bigger it grew. Gabby added her hand and the two stroked together. There was enough room for another and Rose joined in…

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