I posted this story on the asstr site a year or so ago. It's buried inside somewhere, but I still get weekly reports that folks are down loading it. I'll post it in parts for your enjoyment. Don't be afraid to comment, shit like this is a lot of fun to write, and comments from readers are the icing on the cake!
Stan Lee aka good medicine
Such a Deal Part 1
Got back home from another long night at the job to find Wifey and BGF at home giggling in the living like a couple of school girls. Popped a top and went in to see what was so funny -cock and ball harness still on, per Wife’s instructions- and was greeted by the sight of two smiling faces on either side of the couch with the coffee table between them. After exchanging pleasantries, me still standing there, sucking down that cold one, Darling Wife asked if I wouldn't mind showing off her new toy. I started getting a little red in the face, and started stammering, when she abruptly got up walked over to where I was standing and started unbuckling my trou! I had the beer in my hand, so I guzzled it and gently flung the can to her pal, just in time for Darling to pull down my pants to my knees.
If you ever have had the pleasure to wear one of those things, you know that you can get soft, but never flaccid, so as my face got dark red, so did the end of my cock.
Both girls hunkered down and examined my newly hard erection, now tightly constrained by the leather straps. The condition of my swollen balls separated in the sack by another leather strap, was another point of interest. Wifey suggested that I might get some relief if I stroked it, and by this time, feeling positively slutty, I started tenderly petting my hard shaft, but soon started squeezing it hard with every pump. I came in my hand a short time later, pulled up my pants, and hobbled off to the bathroom to clean up.
Upon my return with another beer I sat down between them and we started to chat. Best GF wanted to hear the full story from my lips about almost getting caught petting hawk at work after the Wife gave her the abbreviated version. So I gave it my best shot and told it with full orchestration. We all had a good laugh, when she gingerly touched my crotch and determined that I still had the harness on! The look in her eye indicated that I had been a slutty boy indeed, and gradually she increased the pressure on my sack. Darling suggested that I might be of further use to the both of them naked, so I obediently stripped, folding my clothes and placing them on the back of the couch. By this time BGF had stood up, and stepped behind me to admire my straining cock and balls, held tightly by the leather straps from the rear.
It was no surprise that she took my sack in her hand and started gently squeezing. What was a surprise was how hard she pulled my sack backwards, the speed in which she made me cry out, and just how fast the Wife clipped a long leash to the little ring attached to the leather strap between my balls, quickly jerking it up between my cheeks. In two shakes of a lambs tail it was looped around my waist, and cinched up tightly in the small of my back rendering my sack stretched to what felt to be asshole high with my now swollen cock pointed almost backward.
I had u*********sly spread my legs a bit to accommodate the different position of my package, and noticing this BGF moved them slightly closer with her feet. I shivered in anticipation at the touch of her track shoe, but was caught off guard again by the fast movement of her mouth to my nipple. She tongued it like a little tentatively at first, but bit down hard about the same time as Wife’s slipper hit my sack. Moving around in front of me she pinched and pulled my nipples with her fingernails until Wife threw her our Crown Royal bag full of nipple toys.
My sack had been well reddened by this time, but out side of a few tears I hadn’t done so much as mummer, as the Wife hates a crybaby. The two of them decided that I should be trussed up before I serviced either of them. BGF wondered aloud if she could torture my nips for a bit, as she had always been in awe of my chest anytime she saw me without my shirt on. I about volunteered that I would be awestruck if she removed her shirt, but thankfully thought the better of it. She has a great rack.
It really is amazing how married couples can read each other, even without seeing the others face, because Darling proffered that the only way She was letting BGF torment my tits was if she showed me hers. I was asked to remove her blouse and bra, which I did to the tune of several drips from my cock to the nearest leg. I made sure that I didn’t look her in the eye though. She wasn’t the one with the tied sack!
We were nose to nose at that point and the first thing she did was pick-up a tit and display the underside to me. It glistened, wet with her dew, so I breathed in a deeply through my nose to catch the pleasant aroma, and Wife laid three fast slaps with her slipper on my sack. I almost fainted from the pain, but BGF steadied my shoulders and held me solidly. When I steadied, Wife commanded me to have a tit bath, and BGF picked up the other tit so I could service her. I dried the dew off the underside of both globes with my cheeks, inhaling the delightful aroma as I ran them along the separation of her tits from chest. It was heavenly, believe me.
Having been pleasured to the point of drooling, my cock was in a state of high anxiety, matched mightily by the glow from my sack, but to no deterrence. Thoughtful Wife placed a pony tail tie around my cock, just behind the head to help keep him from having his way too soon, and cinched it tight. She always asks if it’s too tight before tightening it some more regardless of my response. I felt her breath behind my ear, and her tongue found my earlobe. “Look at those nice big titties!” she whispered, “wouldn’t you like to have a set just like that bra boy?”
I’ll admit that if I was a girl, I’d have been damn proud to have them. I’d swear that BGF stood a little straighter just to show them off before she stood on tiptoes to rub my nips with hers. My nipples quivered as they stiffened, and I shivered a little bit, as I descended into heat. I must have a little slutty bitch buried inside me somewhere; really.
It was a good thing that she was that close, because Wife chose that moment to apply three hard slaps to my sack, causing me to immediately suck in a deep breath and clench my teeth. She’s got a jealous streak in her, that one. One again, BGF steadied me with her gentle grip to both my shoulders. I saw stars, but as I focused on her breasts rubbing my chest, I made a point to inhale and enjoy her scent a second time.
I was allowed to compose my self during which time they made ready the coffee table with our complete collection of nipple “jewelry”. Wife went out to the laundry and came back with a unopened bag of new wooden clothes pins fresh from the store. “Just in case” she giggled walking quickly in to the room. I love the sound of her shoes on the wooden floor in the hall, and I smiled weakly. “Wouldn’t want to run out!” she said looking straight at me, showing me a bag of plastic clothes pins that had been concealed by her other hand behind her back.
“No Ma’am” I replied.
I was instructed to kneel on the couch and lean my belly on the backrest so my chest was in plain view. BGF had sat down next to me, and was stroking my sack watching my cock drool all over my leg. She wiped her fingers up my thigh, and came around the back of the couch to face me with a smile; her hand rose to my lips. “Wouldn’t want to stain the upholstery would we?” she cooed as I licked my jiz from her fingers. She probed my mouth with them, and f***ed my jaw open a little more with her fingers. “Would you like to taste a little of my sauce on a cock gag?” she inquired sweetly. “or just my fingers?” I opted for her fingers, and savored them, smiling as much a I could with three fingers in my mouth. She moistened them again and wiped the sauce on her nipples. Holding her breasts up with her hands she motioned me to suckle with her eyes and a nod of her head, and I started gently at first, slowly building suction, while fanning her nips with my tongue. She licked the edge of my ear, and when the suction was too much fro her to bear she nipped me a little just to let me know who was in charge.
By this time Wife had the coffee table arranged to her liking, and I was directed to stand facing it, and kneel down on my clothes, which had been thoughtfully provided to help cushion my knees.
The sight of those two women with glazed eyes, and slightly parted lips only gave me a slightest hint of what I was going to endure. It’s a dangerous look that one; unfortunately my cock took no heed and continued to ooze, my mind by that time not in control.
BGF pushed the table up against the couch cushion and sat on the edge right in front of me. I was unaware that she had any knowledge of the array of devices arranged, let alone how to employ them, but between snippets of conversation, I became aware that the two of them were intimate beyond my wildest dreams. It was made plain to me when the first set of clover clamps was attached to the base of my nips. “I love it when she clips me” murmured BGF “and I know you do too.” She rubbed her chest on my chin for effect, letting go of each clip suddenly so I got full effect of the power of each as they bit my nipples. Wife started ministering to my sack with her slipper. Gently this time.
As BGF added clips to my nips, and areolas, she kneaded my boy tits in preparation for the addition of more clips there. Wife put several ponytail ties around the base of my cock and released my sack from the harness. That was a rush, let me tell you; despite her gentle kneading, my poor plums started burning from within. BGF’s ministrations to my chest distracted me though, each clip biting a little more of my flesh every few seconds. She delighted in letting them snap shut every now and again, just to hear me gasp, I suppose. Having managed to apply a set of clovers to each nip, topped by a small plastic clip on each she effectively clipped the entire nipple. Taking great care to stretch each one to full height before she released the clips and let them bite. The chain from the clovers had been tightened so my little boy tits pointed straight ahead. She couldn’t help but point out to the wife that she was creating a painful rendition of a training bra. “My little bra boy” said the Wife as she stroked my back, all the way down to my crack. More wooden close pins were applied to my tits themselves in an elliptical pattern reminiscent of the shape of her on breasts. Any time I would gasp she would present her own nipple, which I gently licked or sucked. Wife’s iron grip on my plums gave me ample clue when I overstayed my welcome; more than a few times, in her eyes anyway. She likes taking my breath away, and squeezing my by then very tender plums got me unlatched quick
When I was appropriately fitted BGF got up and inspected her job. Wife came around for a look and I was commanded to stand and face them. This proved to be a formidable task, as I knew from past experience that smart boys didn’t allow any of the clips to fall off, not to mention that my legs were a little bound up from all that kneeling. Arms behind me, I raised myself best as I could, knowing that I would get no help from either of them. A command is just that, and smart boys obey as well as circumstances allow. As I rose up I kept my back as straight as possible to prevent any of the clips from falling off, and managed it well enough to present my self to them, decorated chest, swollen boner and all. A discussion ensued, whereas BGF pleaded to be able to use the long slapper to remove the clips, but Wife had other plans. I was lowered to the top of the coffee table on my back, and positioned with my neck over the narrow edge. As she tied my arms to the legs, Wife asked BGF to remove the rest of her clothes. She was about to kick her panties off, when she daintily pulled them over her feet, found the damp panel, and inserted it in my mouth.
Wife stood over me and advised me that BGF was in heat and needed the benefit of my tongue. Further she was in heat of another sort and wanted to start clipping my sack with the rest of the close pins. When BGF was ready for a stiff one, she would ride me, while I tended to Wife with my mouth. When they were both satisfied, I would be my turn to cum, as many times as I liked-immediately after the clips were removed. In my highly agitated state I shook my head in agreement, savoring the taste of BGF’s panties. Such a Deal.
BGF mounted me carefully, placing her ass cheeks between the clips on my chest, and my chin; spreading herself wide. She held my head in her hands and guided me to her puss. Grinding me into her wet slit I tried to lick as best as I could, and zeroed in on her clit as soon as I cleaned up her labs. As painful as Wife made the application of the clips to my plums I kept my concentration to BGF’s puss. When I felt her start to tense up I would stop and lightly graze her nub; when she relaxed I would start tending her clit, until the squeezing of her thighs got to be too much of a signal to ignore. Jamming my head into her sex with a powerful pull of her arms, she exploded as I blew lightly on her clit. The blast of her juices, started me coughing, as there was so much to swallow, and it took me a while to clear my throat, and start breathing normally. Standing up, she immediately slid down my pole, while Wife made sure that the close pins didn’t foul her bottom when it hit my groin and my four-alarm sack. Wifey was fully clothed and presented her jeans to my face so I could see how wet she had become. I just wanted to find my home between her thighs with my tongue, but she had other plans. Her clothes flew off, and her asshole was presented for my enjoyment. By this time the heady aroma was a mixture of cunt sauce and her bottom, and I greedily lapped it up, making sure to get my tongue up past the rim. By the time she started grinding her puss down upon my jaw, I knew that my Princess was close. Her enlarged labs were no longer able to conceal her clitty, and I started alternately sucking and gently biting her. More sucking than biting really, because of the v******e in which she directed my head with my ears to her sweet spots. Places I knew from experience just how to work. I concentrated mightily on my tongue, and tried to forget about my cock as BGF rode his hardness. Having to piss helped a little.
After what seemed like an eternity we worked her to an orgasm, as she is quite deft at deflecting my parries in her quest for a big squish (in her words). Again I was soaked and was released from the grip of her thighs only when I started to sputter from the blast of cunt sauce she blew in my mouth. BGF had taken to sitting on my manhood, savoring the feel of it throbbing, and the two of them swapped places. Wife probed my pole with her puss and sank down. She continued that time and time again, because she knows how close it gets me. She had trussed me well though, and as many times as I felt my balls try to spasm, I had managed not to cum as much by virtue of her binding job as my self control. My chest and sack were on fire, my cock ached, I was partially immobilized, and I was servicing two hot pussies. Could a slutty boy get any better treatment than that?