She Maintains the Fantasy

Every game, Lisa would start in the position in front of me, and I always drank in her image: well-defined, but short legs, a curvaceous rump (which I guess you could an onion ass, because the longer I looked at it, the more I wanted to cry due to its greatness), which was a little big on her, but she carried it well. Her hair, which she kept short and often in a ponytail, had a tint of red. Her boobs were bigger than her big sister's, and she constantly wore a dark shade of red lipstick, even when we played volleyball. I won't lie, and you can judge me if you like, but I often wondered how those soft-looking lips would feel around my cock.

Still, of course, I never made a move on her. I never treated her any differently than I would a female friend of my wife's: I noticed her looks, sometimes thought about her (occasionally getting hard), treated her well, always asked about her, but I never—never—touched her.

Except for one accident...

It was late July and it was hot as hell out, even a couple of hours after the sun had set, which is when we played our games. Everybody on the court was sweating profusely, and we were involved in an intense match. We won the first game, but then blew the lead in the second, and now were playing tit-for-tat in the third and decisive game. I had noticed Lisa when she arrived and eyeballed her when she took her spot in front of me—barefoot; short orange shorts that hugged her booty and would probably come off with one swift yank; t-shirt that clung to her tits; and a pony tail. With her sweating, I could see her sports bra through her shirt, and also the curve of her ass through her shorts. It looked like she was wearing a thong—or nothing at all.

Regardless, once the game started, my focus turned away from her. In the last game, we both went for the ball at the same time. I realized she was going for it late, when I heard her say, "Mine!" I tried to stop, but couldn't, so I went down to my knees and slid through the sand, stopping only when my face went directly into her backside.

I couldn't believe my luck.

I stayed there for only two seconds, which I deemed one second too long, before I got back up and into the play. No one on the team seemed to notice what had happened, and we not only ended up getting the point, but also the match.

Afterward, the team—save for 20-year old Lisa—had a beer, but she hung out with us anyway. Then we all left together, and I walked her to her car. She got in, sat in the seat, smiled at me, said, "Good game tonight," and then palmed my nuts.

"Lisa," I gasped.

"Did you like the feel of my ass against your face?"

As often happens with me when a woman talks dirty, I failed to respond. I only stared at her.

Where she had parked, hardly anyone else had, and we were alone. She pulled down the waist of my shorts and my hard dick sprung out.

"That looks good," she said. "My sister's a lucky woman." The mention of her sister should have made me pull away, but, God help me, it just turned me on more.

Starting to gently massage my balls, she said, "If you were any other guy, I'd fuck you silly right now." She leaned forward and kissed the swollen head of penis, licking off some pre-cum. "But you're not."

She released me and said, "See you next week," shut the door and drove away.

After cooling down for a minute, I also left.

She had never brought that incident up since, and after jacking off furiously to the thought of her later that night, I vowed I never would, either.

But, evidently, she had told my wife.

Wanting badly to see where this would go, I followed my wife's instructions when she untied my ankles and told me to stand. Then, my wife had me spread my legs shoulder-length apart, and Lisa strapped my left ankle into a leather restraint, which she then tied to a hook in the floor, and Jackie did the same with my right ankle.

There I stood before three of the most beautiful, sexiest women I knew, arms still tied in the air, legs spread-eagled and dick pointing straight ahead, a mast on a fuck-ship.

My wife turned to Jackie. "Jackie—would you like to tell my husband what you're going to do him?"

"Sure," she said, beaming with a bubbly smile. She went behind me and I heard a snap. She reached around and grabbed my cock with a latex-gloved hand. Nibbling on my ear, she whispered, "I'm going to finger your tight asshole. And then after I do that, I'm going to lick your tight asshole. Has your tight asshole ever had anything done to it like that before?"

Nervous, I gulped and shook my head.

"Well, don't worry. Just relax. I'm pretty good at it. I guarantee you'll like getting rimmed. And then, when your wife tells me to, I'm going to find your prostate and massage it. You're going to come like you've never come before." She sucked on my neck, and her tongue felt amazing. "Remember: don't worry. Just relax."

Backing away, I heard her kneel behind me, and then she spread apart my ass cheeks. "God, you're tight. This is going to be so much fun!"

As Jackie massaged my ass cheeks, my wife turned to her sister. "Lisa—tell him what you're going to do."

Lisa moved forward, taking off her shirt and then unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the ground and exposing her amazing rack. "I'm going to jack you off as hard as I can until you blow your load on to my big sister's little ass." She reached over and pinched a nipple. "And as I do that, I'm going to tell you the most filthy things you've ever heard. And I'll twist your nipples." She demonstrated—God, I liked it. "And I'm going to suck on your nipples. And I'm also going to massage your testicles like I did after volleyball that one night—did you like when I did that?"

I nodded, afraid to speak.

"Did you jerk off to me afterward?" She was smiling.

I looked at my wife, and then away, ashamed. My actions told them both everything they wanted to know.

Lisa gripped my cock with a cold hand and put her mouth around my right nipple, biting down on it, ready to go.

"And while they both do their things," my wife said, turning away from me and backing up her ass so the tip of my dick settled between her cheeks, "I'm going to stand like this, grinding my ass against you, getting you ready to come, until I tell Jackie to undo the cock ring."

She turned her head and smiled at me. "And I'll also be thinking of the most depraved things to do to you when we're alone."

Seeing the worry in my eyes, she faced forward and said, "OK, ladies: begin!"

There I was: bound in my basement with nowhere to go, my wife's ass before me, Lisa standing to my side with her cold right jacking my cock, cold left hand softly caressing my ball sack (and shamelessly sucking and biting my right nipple) while Jackie kneeled behind me, spreading my ass

cheeks wide, and giving me my first rimjob.

That may have been the best moment of my life.

Jackie's tongue up my ass felt amazing. She took long, hard licks in my anus, twirling around her perfect, pink tongue, exploring my ass for the very first time. At first, it felt invasive, but then her tongue bullied its way into my—as she so eloquently described—tight asshole. She licked so hard that I strained against my restraints, away from her, but I had nowhere to go, and her tongue would not stop its magic.

From behind me, she said, "Your ass tastes great." I won't lie: that's the first time I received such a compliment. Before she licked me again, she inserted the index finger of her gloved hand. It made me jump. "Relax," she cooed, scratching my ass with her long fingernails from her free hand. "I need to loosen you up some. You're still really tight."

As Jackie fingered me (something I had always fantasized about, even if it wasn't Jackie doing the fingering) Lisa firmly and slowly stroked my frustrated dick and massaged my testicles while never releasing my nipple from her mouth. She alternated flicking it with her tongue, sucking on it and biting it. It felt incredible. Without the gag in my mouth, I could talk freely, but with everything happening to me, I just moaned—happily moaned, wishing this moment would last forever.

And in front of me, my wife moved back and forth, playing with my cock with her ass. Sometimes she'd back up into me and Lisa would point my dick toward my wife's asshole—something we had explored before. Anal sex was something that interested my wife, and we had engaged in it on more than one occasion, though not regularly.

At other times, Lisa would slow her jerking and move my penis' slippery head around my wife's ass, getting it wet with all of my pre-cum. My wife's ass glistened in the basement's light, much as Mandy's ass had, but this time, from my pre-cum, not my sweat.

With Jackie's finger deep inside my butt, Lisa's mouth abandoned my nipple and lapped up the pre-cum that covered my wife's bare rump. It was a very odd moment: my sister-in-law had my cock in a deathlike grip while she licked my pre-cum off of her sister's right ass cheek, and then kissed it for good measure.

"Thanks, sis," my wife said, as if nothing unusual had just happened.

Lisa didn't respond. Instead, she let go of my cock and balls, and twisted both of my nipples simultaneously, making me pant. I said, "Oh, Jesus. Lisa—that hurts."

"Good. I want it to hurt. I think you're having too much fun." Though I thought it impossible, she somehow twisted harder. "You should see your face—as red as an apple."

"Oh, God."

She laughed and shook her head. "No God here, honey. Just Lisa. Say my name."

"Lisa," I panted.

Harder she twisted. I shut my eyes. It burned—but felt good. "Louder!"

"Lisa!"

Harder. "Louder!"

"LISA!"

She let go. "I bet you wish you could fuck my little pink pussy, don't you?" She grabbed my cock again and started pumping. "Too bad for you. No Lisa's Little Pink Pussy for you. You had your fucking chance."

During this, my wife remained silent—she just kept moving her ass against my dick. I couldn't wait to come on her.

Jackie had resumed rimming me, and I almost couldn't take things any longer. I said my wife's name. "Please let me come," I begged.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Oh, God, yes, I want to come on you so badly."

"You wish us to stop?" An odd choice of words, I briefly thought.

"No, I just want to come."

"If we let you come, that means we stop afterward. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, yes! Please! Let me come!"

"Be careful what you wish for," she said, sounding pleased. "Jackie, take off the cock ring."

Lisa stopped pumping me while Jackie—who never stopped tonguing me—reached around and slowly and delicately slipped off the ring from around my cock and balls. I sighed—that damn thing felt weird and constricting on me, but there's no way I wouldn't have come without it.

"OK," my wife said. "Lisa—jerk his dick like your life depends on it."

"Got it, sis," she said, and then Frenched me. I didn't expect it, and when I opened my mouth in surprise, Lisa sucked on my tongue, practically swallowing it. In this position, she reached down, took my dick in one hand and pumped faster and harder than she had been while, with her other hand, quickly rubbed my balls.

"Jackie," I heard my wife say. "Massage that prostate."

For that, I wasn't ready.

Jackie, I'm guessing, found it while exploring me earlier. She knew right where it was. When she hit it, my toes curled as I tried to stand a little straighter. Had I not been tied up, I surely would have fallen flat on my face. As it was, the ropes prevented that epic fail.

With my sister-in-law dressed in her sexy school outfit sucking my face and jacking my cock, and with my co-worker in an amazing corset kneeling behind me and massaging my prostate, I came. Came, it turns out, is too weak a word. It was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. It was the most powerful, the greatest, the longest, the most intense, the most devastating...

You get the picture.

Ropes of cum hit my wife's ass. Lisa stopped kissing me, and I screamed in pleasure. Cum poured out of my cock, smacking my wife's ass cheeks, but Lisa didn't stop pumping, and Jackie didn't stop fingering. I came and I came and I came.

Finally, Lisa let go, and then Jackie stopped, too. They both started licking my wife's butt—right cheek for Lisa, left for Jackie. They slurped and swallowed the cum I had shot. Shit, what a sexy sight.

After they finished cleaning off my wife's ass, my wife turned to me, smiling. She looked so beautiful, so wonderful. She took my head in her hands and asked, "Did that feel good?"

I could only nod.

"I won't lie," she said, "it felt good to have you come on my ass. Your cum felt amazingly warm."

Weakly, I smiled.

"You're tired." It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. "Go ahead, close your eyes. You're going to need a little rest for what I've got stored next."

I wondered at that, but only for a second. Then I shut my eyes, and before I fell asleep standing up—OK, tied up—I spotted Lisa one last time, topless with her gorgeous breasts out in the open, smiling and waving goodbye to me.

And then I passed out.