Daphne pulls her fingers out of my asshole as we come down from our sixty-nine orgasms.

Er, just to be clear, these were orgasms we got from sixty-nining. Not sixty-nine of them. Even Daphne can’t pull that off.

"God,” she exhales, “I sooo want to watch somebody fuck your cute little ass.”

When Daphne and I first got together a week ago - God, has it only been a week? - she made it clear that she wants to try a few wild sexual adventures with me. Her sexuality is best described as kinky but kind, but her past boyfriends have treated her poorly. I've vowed to be extra-giving to this delightful woman who deserves better.

Since that first night together, we have talked quite a bit about sex with other people, sketching out what we want the boundaries of our open relationship to be. For one thing, we both have established fuck buddies of the same sex, and have agreed to let those arrangements continue. A threesome with another bi guy is also a high priority, not only so that Daphne can see me go at it with another guy, and for the glory of having two men focus their attention on her, but also more specifically so she can experience her first double penetration.

"Believe me, I want that too."

"So who can we bring in? Tell me about your suck-fuck buddies again."

I talk her through my list of past and current penis-pals. Most of them, unfortunately, have gotten married, don’t live nearby, or are gay. My friend Keith is available - to me - but is in a limited open relationship that does not allow another woman to be present other than his girlfriend Kate.

"And then there's Tom.” Tom has been my current regular go-to for satisfaction this fall. Although the sexual benefits of our friendship are pretty asymmetrical, we both manage to get off, so it works.

"Tom's got too much macho bluster for my taste.” I can’t disagree with that. “And although I know your arrangement is fine with you, I would be really fucking annoyed witnessing the onesidedness of you blowing him and filling his ass, but him not letting you reverse things. I'm not saying 'not ever.' I'm just not saying 'yes' right now."

"All right. I will say two words about Tom, though. Giant dick."

"You know I'm not that much of a size queen, but ... well, how giant, again?"

"Do you think we walk around holding measuring tapes up to our dicks?”

“Yes,” she deadpans.

“Okay, yes we do."

"If you had to guess ... ?"

"I'd have to say at least eight inches. Could be nine. Thick too. I'm sure it looks impressive in my mouth. And yours."

"That does sound interesting, Joe. Just for novelty purposes, of course. But I wouldn't want you to feel less of a man for being smaller than him. Because you’re twice the man he is. Easily." Then she boasts, "But I'm sure I could take him. I mean, I've had a hand in me."

"You're kidding!"

"I am not. And by the way, it was Joan, with whom I do want us to have a threesome eventually, because she is such a special friend. But ..." She lets me finish the thought.

"But you want to see me take a dick before we do the 'standard' threesome and bring in a woman. I get it."

= = = = = = = =

Speaking of Tom, I bump into him in Science Hall the following Wednesday. He says something like "I feel so empty today," and ten minutes later I find myself explaining how Daphne allows me to fill his ass and stroke him to a quickie climax - while I'm doing exactly that. "Say 'Hi' to Daphne for me," he taunts when we're done.

I do, sharing back the details with her in what turns out to be an extra-intense sexssion. Afterwards, she informs me, "I'm still not sure about watching you and Tom together, but I have good news. I've figured out a different cock for you to suck."

"Whose?"

"It’s a secret. Remember on our first night, when I said someday I wanted to make you guess whose cock you were sucking?"

"Oooh, you have a mystery cock for me?"

"Yes. We have a date with the mystery cockbearer at eight o'clock on Friday."

= = = = = = = =

Friday night rolls around. Daphne and I have dinner, then start watching TV and making out a bit. I try to feel-and-peel (her boobs and her clothes, respectively) but she shuts me down.

"It's almost eight, Joey, remember?" she singsongs, wrapping a bandanna around my eyes and directing me to sit on the edge of the bed. "Time for you to play 'Whose prick is it, anyway?'"

There's a knock on the door. I hear her footsteps cross the room, the opening of the dorm door, some whispering and the door closing. Then, two sets of footsteps, one set noticeably heavier than Daphne's, but that's a pretty weak clue. I hear the shuffling sounds of clothes coming off, followed by a squishing sound and then a giggle from Daphne. Is she giving our visitor a quick suck first?

"Get ready," Daphne calls musically.

I sense the presence of someone standing in front of me, and then feel an appendage pressing against my lips.

But it's not warm, fleshy and slickened with precum, as I have expected. It's colder. Firmer. With a scent that is a mixture of plasticky and ... cunty?

I open my mouth and lick the realistically shaped dildo, circumnavigating the crown with my tongue, rewetting my lips and sliding them over the rubbery glans, all as I would do to a real one. Then I lick its length and take it all in, savoring the thin layer of twat fluid on it.

"Well, Joe! Can you guess whose it is?"

"Haha, that's a trick question! I'd know this cock anywhere, because I just sucked it the other day. It's yours, isn't it?"

The item, which is familiar although the harness must be new, starts thrusting as Daphne replies, "Very good, Joe! As you know, this is my favorite one. It's brought me more orgasms than any other cock on earth, although I'm hoping you will lap it this year. But you still haven't guessed who it's attached to."

I ponder this. "My one clue, besides that it isn't you, is that it doesn't taste like you, either." The mysterious cock-wielder must be a woman. "Is that you, Joan?"

"Holy shit, Daph, Joe really is a keeper!" blurts Joan to Daphne. "He can tell the difference between your juices and a stunt cunt's!"

We all howl with laughter as Daphne lovingly undoes my blindfold. Joan is wearing nothing on her big beautiful body except for her big beautiful smile - and a strap-on brandishing Daphne's purple ding-dong. "Looks like I get to fuck you in the ass for a change," she says with a naughty smirk.

When Joan and I got together last spring, she wouldn't let me screw her vaginally but was thrilled to take me in her big beautiful butt. This is because she has been compelled to take one of those gimmicky chastity vows to abstain from "intercourse" before marriage, although she has found multiple loopholes to drive proverbial trucks through. Besides the fact that this oath has not deterred her from sexual activity in the least, with both men and women, she also interprets “intercourse” narrowly enough to permit the anal variety. Finally, as evidenced by her juices coating the full length of the dildo, she has had her canal filled with cock-shaped objects, just not actual cock. At least she is protecting herself from pregnancy, although certainly not from stooping to Daphne's and my level of depravity.

Joan smiles down at me while she pumps my mouth a few times, then steps back. "Look at me, everyone! I've got a cock!" she declares in a deep voice. She stomps around the room with the probe swinging around, acting pretty cocksure, as it were. "And I just made Joe suck it!" She offers "her" "cock" to me to suck again for another minute. “Now, are you ready to get fucked like a man?”

I answer by pivoting around to present my ass. Daphne jumps in behind me to warm me up and wet me up. While cupping my balls, she lovingly licks my hairy manhole and slips in one lubed finger, then two, soon thrusting in and out. She has already learned that wiggling them around is extra stimulating. If cocks (or dildos) didn't exist to fill my hole, I'd think this was pretty heavenly all by itself.

The cold, lubed tip of Daphne's silicone toy presses up against my half-dilated opening. Its coronal ridge ripples palpably through my sphincter as its phallic thickness enters and then fills me to its eight-inch depth. I groan with pleasure, making a mental note to have Daphne fuck me with this thing too. Regularly.

"How's this, Joe?" Joan purrs, bending over my back and squishing her soft breasts against me. Reaching around to stroke me, she luridly licks her tongue from the base of my neck up to my ear and grumbles, "Tell me how much you want my cock in you, baby."

"Ever since I fucked you in May, Joan, I've wished you could fuck me back."

"A little louder," she insists, a little more loudly herself.

"Fuck me with your big purple cock, Joan!"

"Louder!" she demands.

"Fuck me long and hard with your long, hard cock!" I practically shout.

"That's it, Joe! Let the neighbors know you love me fucking your ass."

"Hey everybody, I'm Joe, and I love getting fucked up the ass!"

Daphne crawls under me, slurping some leakage from my manhood. "Oh my God, that's not precum, it's cum! Joan, you hit his prostate!"

I gasp. "Angle it a little more forward and you'll really get it," I gasp.

"Does this help?" asks Joan, moving higher up on me. I groan loudly as pleasure emanates from inside my bowels and I feel more hot cum dribbling through my urethra.

"I want some!" Joan begs Daphne, who leaves my cock leaking onto the bedcover in order to share some of my output with Joan. Unfortunately, from my angle I can't see the girls' sloppy-sounding cumkiss.

"Wow, I always thought that was urban legend," grunts Joan as she continues to pound me. "I mostly think of women's bodies as more amazing than men's - you know, making babies, breast milk, multiple orgasms, all that ... but I'll give you guys some credit for that trick. Especially because of what it takes to make it happen."

Daphne returns to my cock and starts sucking. With two women working determinedly to make me cum, I soon reach a shuddering, shaking, loud climax, whining almost like a girl. Which maybe makes sense, given that I was getting fucked like a girl. By a girl.

Between my prostate ejaculations and the regular one, Daphne has been forced to swallow several gulps of semen, though she saves some for Joan. She pulls out of me, allowing me to turn around and finally watch these two beautiful women make out.

= = = = = = = =

Joan removes the apparatus and hands it to Daphne. "Now you do me!" She presents her ample posterior for insertion.

"Which hole?" asks Daphne.

"Oh, good question!" says Joan thoughtfully. "You know ... " She pauses for a moment. "As you know, I can't have a human cock in my pussy, but I can have a fake one in there. As I did just a few minutes ago, Joe having tasted the evidence.”

"But," Daphne asks gently, "have you ever had a fake one in you that was attached to a person?"

"No. I have not," says Joan definitively. After a long moment of heartbeats, she sweetly asks, “Daphne, will you please be my first lover to penetrate my vagina?" She flips onto her back and spreads her legs expectantly. "Sorry, Joe, this is off-limits for you," says Joan sympathetically as she audibly slices the semantics of virginity to paper thinness, "but not for you to witness. I'm thrilled you're here for this too."

Fine by me, because I am witnessing something very special. I watch in awe as my girlfriend and her lover make out passionately, then take tender turns suckling each other with their breasts. In time, having donned the harness with its garish cock, Daphne hovers over Joan and gently asks, "Are you ready to take me inside you, baby?"

"Oh yes, love. I'm ready to give myself to you."

What's special is not just Joan peeling off another layer of her vanishing virginity. Or that these beauties are just baring their flesh for me, which I have seen before. No, it's that they are exposing for me the true romantic dream of how every girl wishes her first time to be. Daphne is slow and patient, gently kissing Joan and checking in with her, tenderly touching her all over her body. I observe that having a cock without nerve endings reduces the urgency for the penetrator, shifting the urgency back to the recipient. And she eventually begs for it. Daphne teases Joan's opening with the tip of her "cock," collecting some juices, then rubbing it against her clitoris and around her moistened labia.

Then, with far more restraint than any horny young man could ever muster, she eases it in what looks like an inch or two. And withdraws, scoots up and presents her slickened probe to Joan, who lovingly licks it. "Okay, Daphne, I'm ready," she says huskily. "I'm ready for you to take me."

Daphne crawls back between Joan's thighs and slowly but firmly presses her ... uh, womanhood? ... all the way into Joan, whose eyes roll back into her head. "Ohhh ... my ... Gawwwd!" she utters, chest heaving. "You're amazing! Don't stop!"

"You're amazing too, Joan!" exclaims Daphne, now slowly pumping, and possibly a bit teary at this moment of beauty. Hell, I'm getting a little misty myself. Also hard.

Joan starts trembling and approaching climax. "Oh, yes, Daphne, yes!" she exclaims as she crests, her legs flailing, her toes curling and her hands smacking the mattress. As she calms, she mews, "I love you, girl! Thank you for taking my virginity in the best way possible."

"I love you too, babe," Daphne says sweetly, having had a milder but very satisfying-looking orgasm of her own. "You know I do." To me she says, "And you know it's different than how I love you, right Joe?"

"I understand, ladies. Believe me, I'm not jealous. How could I be, witnessing one of the most magnificent things I've seen in my life?"

"Aww, Joe, you're so sweet," says Joan. "Come on over here."

"You're so supportive, Joe," says Daphne as I lie on the bed next to them, Daphne still on top. "You know you still come first with me, right?"

"Well, technically, I did come first tonight, so yes," I joke.

"Yes, and it looks like you've recovered," observes Joan. "No offense, but Daphne doesn't need any recovery time." The cock still in her, Joan wraps her arm around Daphne's back and rolls them both over so that Daphne is underneath, declaring, "And neither do I. Joe, let's see if you can double my pleasure."

I start licking her asshole, using my tongue to warm, probe and loosen. "Oh, yeah ... keep doing that, both of you." I realize that Daphne has started sucking on Joan's dangling melonumental boobs at the same time.

I keep licking, taking my sweet time while Joan gently rocks above Daphne, eventually drilling a finger in and out to the rhythm. I press my lubed, throbbing cockhead against her experienced asshole and slip right in.

"Oh my God, I feel so full!" says Joan ecstatically, throwing her head back and forth. "And Joe, you're so warm inside me!"

None of us being in a hurry, we rock slowly, Daphne and I both taking our time to glide in and out of Joan's holes, thus avoiding much of the awkwardness that often happens with double penetration. It's truly slow and luxuriant, this lovemaking, with Joan making quiet humming and cooing noises. "You two are so wonderful. This is the best sex of my life." Joan does, eventually, reach another orgasm, much less frantic than the first, as do Daphne and I in our own time.

= = = = = = = =

Lying on her side facing Daphne, with me cuddling Daphne from behind, Joan smacks her forehead and quietly exclaims, "Oh my God! I've been looking at this all wrong!"

"What do you mean?" asks Daphne.

"You both identify as bisexual, right?"

We both respond affirmatively.

"But you're still predominantly attracted to the opposite sex?"

We acknowledge that too.

"I've always known I was bisexual too, which of course is easier for us women than it is for guys like Joe. The expectation is we mess around with other girls in college, maybe even date them a little, but romantically, we're ultimately more attracted to men and will end up with one, right?"

"Sounds about right."

"But I'm realizing that when I asked you to take my 'virginity' ..." Her voice softens. "You really did take my virginity."

"Oh. I'm sorry," says Daphne.

"No, you don't understand. I'm not upset, I'm thrilled! How did I not see this before? Romantically, it's women I'm attracted to. The reason having you take my lesbian virginity meant so much to me is because ... for the love of God, I'm a lesbian! I didn't think I could be lesbian, because I know I'm bisexual too, and it didn't occur to me that I could be both! I really do enjoy men - yourself included, Joe - but it is just physical with you guys and I'm never going to fall in love with a man. No wonder trying to date guys hasn't gone that well for me. I'm supposed to be dating other lesbians."

Daphne and I both offer words of support and encouragement at Joan's revelatory coming-Out.

"What do you think this means for your family?" asks Daphne, touching Joan's cheek. "Your vow? Because like you said, in the truest sense - in your own heart - you aren't a virgin anymore."

Joan quietly says, "I have a lot of thinking to do about that. Someday I may have to tell them 'I'm gay.' That will be a lot bigger than 'I broke my vow.'"

"Of course, still being bisexual," Daphne teases, "if you do decide to let go of that last vestigial slice of virginity that's no longer relevant, Joe would be a good man for the job."

"Whoa ..." I say, putting my hands up. "I'm not suggesting ..."

"Oh, I know you're not suggesting it," says Joan, looking me in the eye. "Now. I'd have to give that a long think first."

"Maybe, but Joe's cock just jabbed me in the back at the idea!" says Daphne. "You know you'd love it, Joe."

"You are one of the kindest lovers I've been with, Joe." Deadpan, she adds, "Male ones, anyway. If I ever do decide to do it, you could be the guy. With Daphne taking part too, of course."

"We'd be honored. But don't be in a hurry to decide," urges Daphne.

"You really do take the prize for how you deflowered me, Daphne. It was as tender and special as a girl could want. Hey, why do we use that word 'deflowered' anyway? That's backwards. I feel like I'm blossoming!"

"It seems that way to me!" enthuses Daphne.

"And now it's time for me to repay you for what you've done. Joe, should we give Daphne a turn getting the double penetration she's always dreamed of?"

= = = = = = = =

Although this can be read as a standalone story, it references past events in this series that you can read about in more detail if you like. "Sloe Ride" recounts my initial encounter with Joan last May. "How Do They?" details how my odd with-benefits friendship with Tom came into being. And "Skiing with Keith and Kate," my most popular story, describes how I got together with Keith, my other current cock-buddy.