I reached between Ben's legs from the back, scr****g my fingers along the underside of his balls as I did, and I grabbed his hard rod. I put my other ...and on Lynn's hip and guided Ben's cock into my wife's eager pussy.There was something incredibly erotic about this. It had nothing to do with the eroticism I'd read about of a humiliated cuckold forced to help a better-endowed bull take his wife. I wasn't a cuckold, I wasn't being forced, and I felt no humiliation at all. (And, Ben wasn't better. "We have toys that look like dicks. What's the big deal?"she asked.For the first time, it hit Joey. She did have dildo toys that lookedlike dicks and never had a problem with them up until now. What made herdifferent than a man? When she used the dildo, how was it any differentthan how a man dominated a woman with his penis. Had she not foughtagainst the patriarchy and male dominance all her adult life?"We need to get rid of them," Joey said resolved."What the fuck for?" Laura asked thinking. “Okay,” I said. We all three jumped into the truck, and drove away. I gave Rob directions to our apartment. We all cut up and laughed on the way to the house about my rotten luck. It took us only a couple of minutes to arrive, but it sure beat walking. As the Rob parked the truck, I thanked them and asked if I could get them some iced tea to take with them. “That would be great,” said Brad. We all three hopped out and went to my apartment. We walked in, the guys sat down, and I went to the. My body wanted to drive the vestibule of my manhood into the depths of the cavern of her womanhood, but my brain told me to take my time. I needed to explore the virtues of this goddess. Breaking our embrace, I moved my mouth down surveying each millimeter of Rachel’s skin around her neck, then each of her tits. Sucking in small mouthfuls of her soft breast skin, then her areola’s, then nipples. With the entire areola in my mouth, my tongue naturally flicked at the nipple. Her nipple responded.