Bisexual Strap On

"Hi... Heather," Tyler gasped, catching his breath, seemingly not at all surprised to see me or my nudity. "Hi, babe," Brandon chimed in, standing up and grabbing me in his arms and kissing me. "I got an idea how you guys can get me off, now," he said. He reached under the bed and pulled out a strap-on that I'd never seen before. "Think it'll fit Heather?" he asked . "Hey, dude, the question is: will it fit me? Right, babe?" I smiled up at him, realizing that I'd been had, bad. Brandon had obviously pre-planned his 'seduction' of Tyler, with Tyler, well in advance. I wasn't complaining though. Far from it. Instead, I snatched the strap-on out of Tyler's hands and quickly fastened it around my hips and over my cunt.		"Jesus!" he shrieked, as Brandon buffed the guy's enraged cock with his hand. White-hot cum rocketed out of the tip of Tyler's gorgeous dick and splashed onto Brandon's face, into his open mouth. Brandon jerked thick, steaming ropes of semen out of Tyler's cock and onto his tongue, all over his face, as Tyler and I were ravaged by blistering orgasms. Multiple orgasms had torn me apart as I'd watched Tyler face-paint my boyfriend with semen, but I still stumbled out of the closet, weak as a kitten, revealing myself and my need for yet further sexual adventure.

The flesh-colored imitation cock was almost as long and thick as Tyler's cock, and I waved it threateningly at Brandon. "Let's see if you can take what momma can dish out, big boy."
Brandon laughed and jumped on the bed and assumed the doggy-position, sticking his hard, round, sun-burnished ass in the air and wiggling it, daring me to shove my faux-cock inside of him. He and Tyler had obviously rehearsed their positioning ahead of time (which led me to briefly, and enviously, wonder just how much 'rehearsing' they'd been doing together), because Tyler climbed onto the bed, rolled onto his back, and slid his head in between Brandon's muscled legs. The lusty men quickly began sixty-nining each other as I gaped in astonishment.
"If you wanna stay, you gotta play, babe," Brandon said to me, sucking and stroking his cocky friend to a second incredible hardness.

"Yeah, come join the party, Heather," Tyler said in a muffled voice. He smacked Brandon's studly cock against his lips, then sucked it into his mouth and got a good, steady, wet rhythm going. His cheeks billowed in and out with the effort, and Brandon groaned.
It was about time I got into the act. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself such that my plastic man was pointing straight at the pink entrance to Brandon's beautiful bum. He stopped blowing his fellow cocksman for a second, and reached back and spread his ass cheeks, inviting me to penetrate his pucker.
I glanced uncertainly from my humungous, veined cock, to Brandon's tiny, tight starfish. Then I shrugged my shoulders, slickened my artificial hard-on with spit, and pressed the size-large head up against Brandon's size-small opening.
"Fuck me, babe," he grunted. "Fuck me in the ass with your big cock."
I never thought I'd hear a plea like that from any boyfriend of mine, but his words drove me crazy, and I pushed my hips forward until the swollen head of my cock penetrated his asshole. I began to sink inside of him as he moaned encouragement, his own cock now buried almost to the balls inside of Tyler's mouth. I recklessly pushed ahead and my cock plunged deeper into his ass, until, in a matter of tense, erotically-charged seconds, I had my entire waist-mounted dildo stuffed inside of that boy's golden ass.
"Yeah," he groaned, getting it from both ends.

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