The Party

"I'll try Sally," he replied, "but I have to admit, I'm really turned on, and if Rob starts screaming as you crush his balls, I won't be able to hold back."

"Ok, well let's all go for a simultaneous orgasm. Except Rob, of course."

Yet again, Barry was pounding in and out of my sore arse, while Steve was ramming his monster cock in and out of my wife's stretched vagina. The only difference was that my wife had a firm grip on my unfortunate testicles.

"I'm getting close guys," she announced, increasing the severity of her grip on my balls.

"Please Sally you're hurting me." I begged.

"Stand by for much worse darling, I'm starting to cum."

"Me too." Steve added.

Barry increased his pace to frenetic, banging in and out of my rear passage mercilessly.

"I'm cumming screamed my wife." Crushing my poor balls in an indescribably hard grip. I screamed and screamed.

"That's fantastic Sally, don't let go, I'm nearly there." Barry yelled.

"Cum Steve, fill me up," she encouraged her lover, "there you are, fill me with it all."

I was crying and screaming as her grip got even tighter and Barry continued pumping in and out of me.

"I'm cumming now!" he yelled, "keep squeezing Sally, it feels so good."

Finally he stopped cumming in my bowels.

"You can let go of him now Sally, I've finished."

"That's a shame, I was having fun."

We all rolled apart, and I tried to calm down.

"Joe, do you want to fuck Sally again?" Steve asked, "Sally, get on your knees in front of Joe and make him hard again, so he can fuck you."

"Yes Steve." She answered obediently.

"Barry you need to do another bar run, you've had your quota for now."

"Rob, you and I need to talk about the future, sit in the chair and relax." Steve instructed, "So, Sally is going to be my lover from now on, but as she promised, you can fuck her arse and demand blow jobs whenever you want from now on, ok?"

"Yes, I guess so, she's never going to be satisfied with just me after this evening." I admitted, reluctantly.

"Well done Rob, it's hard to accept something like that, I imagine," he empathised as best he could, "there is a further proviso though."

"Oh, what?" I asked suspiciously.

"From now on you are Barry's bitch. He will fuck you whenever he wants, expect frequent blow jobs, share you with his gay friends, and basically do whatever he likes with you," he raised his hand as I started to object, "this isn't a discussion, I'm telling you what's going to happen. You'll just have to accept it, otherwise, I'll personally chop off your cock and balls. Do you understand?"

"Yes Steve, I understand." I was defeated, destroyed.

"Cheer up," Steve admonished, "you may learn to enjoy it with time. If not, tough shit."

Tough shit indeed. The evening didn't end there either, with a few drinks inside them, and the help of the Viagra tabs, both my wife and I got fucked many more times over the course of the night. Barry even rang a couple of gay friends to join the party, and they both gave my sore arse a real pounding.