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by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

Stella and her girlfriends come up with a plan to help 
her and her boyfriend's ailing sex life. The plan 
turns into more, much, much more. (MF, oral, anal, 
voy)

***

"Don't stop now!" said Stella.

"I'm sorry," said Mort. "I just ran out of gas again."

Stella was frantic as she tried to think of something. 
But she saw there was nothing she could do, and 
finally, she took some deep breaths and tried to calm 
herself. She had been on the verge of an orgasm when 
Mort had gone limp.

In a few minutes, she was no longer frantic although 
still frustrated. "Have you seen a doctor?" she said.

"I asked my doctor about this when I had my last 
physical and he said it was a normal part of aging," 
said Mort. "I told him that when I was young, I could 
come and still stay hard for a long time, but now I 
got soft almost right afterwards. He said that was 
normal, and he doesn't want me to take the blue pill 
unless I can't get aroused."

"But it leaves me frustrated," said Stella. "I could 
always count on you for at least one orgasm, but now I 
can't. What am I going to do?"

"Aren't you dating other guys?" he asked.

"Yes, and they do fine," she said, "but you were 
always special and that's why I've never stopped 
seeing you. You know I love you, but this really 
throws me."

Stella and Ed had married as teenagers, raised a son 
and daughter and divorced 18 years later because of 
his philandering. The children had found out about his 
cheating when they were pre-teens, and she had to 
explain that she stayed with him because he was a good 
father and a good husband in every other way, and she 
loved him, even though she was as upset about his 
betrayals as they were.

As soon as both children were off to college, she 
divorced him. It was an amicable divorce, and they 
were still friendly although they didn't see each 
other much for a couple of years. But then Stella was 
surprised by going through menopause a few years 
earlier than normal, and for some reason, she called 
him up.

He had been Mr. Reliable during that time, coming, in 
both senses, whenever she called him. He enjoyed the 
unprotected sex with her as a change from using 
condoms with his girlfriends, and she knew he was 
careful, so she could trust him.

The relationship cooled off a little after she 
adjusted and started dating again, but they still got 
together often for sex. They might do something else 
first, like have dinner or see a movie, but they both 
knew what the real purpose of their dates was.

Everything was comfortable until now. She was in good 
shape from exercising, and her skin was unblemished, 
so she could pass for someone 15 years younger. She 
had no problems attracting men, and she enjoyed sex 
with most of them, but Mort had always been her old 
reliable. He knew every button to push, and he had 
always completely satisfied her.

After he left, she thought about their lovemaking that 
night. Everything else had been perfect until the 
fizzle at the end. If she gave him up, she would have 
to give all the special things he did that she loved, 
but she really needed that orgasm, too. It was a 
dilemma. She thought about it a few days and then made 
her suggestion to Mort at dinner on their next date.

"I thought about your problem," she said. "For me, 
it's really special when you make me come while we're 
locked in passion, but now I have to accept that this 
might not always be possible. So it's not a great 
solution, but if you do get soft too quickly, how do 
you feel about bringing me off with your mouth 
afterward?"

"I guess I could do that," he said. "Since I'm not 
using a condom, you'd have to wash out thoroughly 
first, because otherwise I would gag or throw up. I 
have a better idea. I always eat you out during the 
preliminaries. I could just go ahead and give you an 
orgasm at the start with my mouth, so you would have 
one for the night no matter what happened later."

"That's just like a man," she said. "It's like a 
balance sheet. I get my orgasm and then you get yours, 
and we're even. But it doesn't work like that. Once we 
are making love, it doesn't matter what you did 
before. I'm into it and you're into it and that's what 
makes it much better when I come that way. So I still 
want to go for that. It won't be the same, but it will 
just make it slightly less frustrating if you get me 
off with your mouth when your penis can't do it."

"Well, I guess we could try it," he said. "But 
remember, you've got to be totally clean."

"You're really concerned about that, aren't you?" she 
said. "You're right. It doesn't taste good or smell 
good, but I let you come in my mouth sometimes, 
because I know you love it, even though you know I 
hate it. I've never figured that one out."

His insistence on her cleaning out his semen before he 
used his mouth on her made her think about what his 
reaction would be if she didn't and he tasted or 
smelled it while eating her. Would he gag or throw up? 
The idea excited her.

Maybe that's why he got so worked up when he came in 
her mouth. Her feelings of disgust and debasement 
added to his excitement. All of a sudden she really 
wanted to experience him eating her out after he came 
in her. But she didn't share her thoughts with him.

The next time he came and softened before she could 
come, she got up and went to the bathroom and washed 
herself out. By the time she got back to bed, she was 
no longer excited. Mort went to work on her, and he 
did eventually make her come, but it was like starting 
all over, and something was missing.

After the second time this happened, she realized this 
was not the solution she was looking for. She 
remembered how excited she had become at the thought 
of him eating her with his come inside, and she 
decided that would work a lot better. She wouldn't 
have to get up and break the mood. It would seem more 
natural for Mort to just go from penis to tongue as 
part of the buildup to orgasm. But how could she get 
him to do it when he was so scared to try.

She thought hard and came up with a plan. It was a 
crazy plan, and she wasn't sure it would work. On top 
of that, it required a lot of effort on her part. But 
the more she thought about it, the more she realized 
that the only alternative was to drop Mort, and she 
really didn't want to do that.

So she started working on her plan. Part 1 was to 
become an amazing lover. She began reading books, 
watching videos and taking notes. Whenever she saw a 
magazine at the supermarket with an article on sex 
tips -- and this was at least once a week -- she 
bought it.

But she didn't only study. She did lab work, too. She 
was dating four or five men besides Mort. One of the 
others, Ollie, was a regular, like Mort, but the rest 
were occasional. She began trying out some of the 
things she was reading about on her sex partners and 
noting their reactions. She started with the 
infrequent partners, and then she made adjustments 
before using the techniques on Ollie or Mort.

It surprised her how different each man was. What sent 
one into orbit was a total turn-off for another. As 
time went on, she figured each of her men out, and now 
when she tried something new, she could almost predict 
how they'd react. She was pleased that Ollie and Mort 
were the most similar.

She started focusing on them and making their sessions 
more exciting. She could hardly sleep from excitement 
one time when Ollie told her that she needed to take 
it easier on him or he was going to have a heart 
attack. But she kept pushing the bar slowly higher on 
him and even more on Mort.

One night at dinner, Mort said, "What would you think 
about getting married again?" he said.

"What?" she replied, almost spitting out her food.

"I think my wandering days are over," he said. "I've 
stopped dating other women. For the last few months, 
I've only been with you, and it's been so exciting 
that I don't even look twice at other women anymore. 
You know I've always loved you, even when I couldn't 
control my hormones."

"I'm really flattered, Mort," she said. "And for the 
last month, I've only been dating you and one other 
guy. But I think it would be a mistake to live 
together again. I've gotten used to handling my daily 
life without having to think about another person, and 
it would be hard to change. But if you're talking 
about spending more time together, I'm not against 
that. Let me think about it and we'll talk about it 
some more next time."

That night she went all out, and even though he got 
soft too soon, she didn't let on, and by the time he 
left her house, he could barely walk. After she shut 
the door, she had a glass of wine while she thought 
about his proposal and smiled. I think my plan has 
worked, she thought.

She called him the next day at work and invited him 
over for dinner. "There won't be anything afterwards 
tonight," she said, "but I want to talk to you."

She cooked some of his favorite dishes and watched as 
he ate them with relish. After she poured him coffee, 
she broke the news.

"Mort, I'm glad you enjoyed this meal," she said, 
"because it might be our last supper."

"What do you mean?" he said with a gasp. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she said, "but when you proposed last 
night, it made me finally decide that things can't go 
on this way."

"I don't understand," he said. "I thought things were 
great between us and the sex was better than ever."

"For you," she said, "but there's still your problem. 
And the solution just isn't working. For me, it's a 
big turn-off when I have to get up and clean up in the 
bathroom before returning to you. You don't care 
because you already had a great time. I don't want to 
do that anymore."

"I don't understand," he said.

"I'll say it in plain words," she said. "When you 
can't finish me with your penis, you're going to have 
to eat me out."

"But I do," he said.

"I mean right away," she said.

She saw his face turn green and his mouth drop. There 
were a few seconds of silence, and then he said, "I'm 
sorry, Stella. I don't think I can do that."

"I figured you'd say that," she said. "But your 
proposal made me think that we're really still like a 
married couple in many ways, especially in bed. And in 
marriage, there's give and take and each person doing 
things for the other, sometimes things they don't 
like.

"I would like a closer relationship with you, Mort, 
but your problem is preventing it, and I've decided 
that I'm tired of being frustrated, and if you can't 
do this for me, it's time for us to move on. But you 
know I'll always love you, and you can count on me for 
anything you need, just like always, only no more 
sex."

She looked at him as she was talking. His face went 
from green to white. He seemed to be stunned. When she 
was finished, he didn't say anything but just stared 
at her.

She waited for a few minutes and then said, "Say 
something, Mort."

"I don't know what to say," he said.

"That means there's only one thing you can say," she 
said. "Goodbye." She got up and stood next to the 
table. He didn't move until she said, "I'm waiting." 
Then he slowly got up.

She embraced him and gave him a big kiss on the lips 
and said, "It's OK, Mort. Don't worry. I'll always be 
there for you." Then she pulled him to the front door 
and through it. He stood like a statue on the doorstep 
while she shut the door. She hid at the side of the 
front window and watched him. He stood immobile for 
almost 10 minutes before turning around and slowly 
walking to his car.

***
Two days later, he called her at her office. He didn't 
sound good. "I've got to see you, Stella," he said. 
"There must be some way we can work this out."

"I'm sorry, Mort," she said, "but I've already thought 
a lot about that. There's only one way. Goodbye." She 
smiled to herself and wondered how long it would take 
before he called again.

He held out for a week before he called her at home. 
After exchanging greetings, he asked her, "Is there 
anything --"

She interrupted him. "No, Mort," she said. "There is 
nothing you can do and nothing you can say. You need 
to realize it's over, and you have to move on."

"What if I said yes?" he said.

"What does that mean?" she said, trying to keep the 
smile out of her voice. She waited while the phone was 
silent.

"Yes, I agree, if..." he said.

"Sorry, Mort, no conditions," she said. "I'm willing 
to listen to whatever you have to suggest, but I don't 
want there to be any misunderstanding about this. I 
explained to you what you need to do, and that's not 
going to change."

Silence again.

"OK," he said. His voice was barely above a whisper. 
"When can I see you?"

"It's too late tonight," she said, although it really 
wasn't. "How about tomorrow?"

After she hung up, she felt bad because she had been 
cruel to him. She knew that putting off his first 
taste of cream pie until tomorrow would make him have 
nightmares tonight, but the thought of how that would 
make it even harder for him just made her more 
excited. She felt so wet between her legs that she 
wanted him like crazy right now, but she didn't call 
him back.

***

The next night, she saw tremendous fright in Mort's 
eyes, and it excited her so much that she came in five 
minutes. She could almost taste his relief when he 
felt her orgasm. After her orgasm, he told her he 
wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go on. He left 
in a hurry. She thought about what happened and 
decided that a repeat of that night would be like 
torturing him and she needed to take control next 
time.

When they were in bed a few days later, he was still 
scared, but she focused on using all the techniques 
she knew would work on him, and he soon came. She 
didn't say anything as she felt him softening inside 
her and just waited.

Finally, he got off of her. He was trembling, and she 
heard the sound she was expecting, so she reached 
under the bed and pulled out the bucket she had put 
there and guided his head down. She held his head as 
he spewed into it for a few minutes and then told him 
to go wash up in the bathroom.

When he came back, she had turned the lights down and 
was lying back against the pillows with her legs 
spread wide. She waited again, and after he stood by 
the bed a few minutes, he got between her legs. It was 
ugly. She spoke softly to him through it all, 
encouraging him when he had to lift his head to keep 
from gagging and passing out. He made a mess of the 
bed. He was sweating gallons and his eyes were wild.

But all this didn't keep her from getting excited as 
she felt his tongue caressing her vagina. She imagined 
his thick white sperm coming out of her and onto his 
tongue and then going into his mouth and down his 
throat. It didn't take her long to come, and as soon 
as he felt her body shaking, he lifted his head, 
jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. She could 
hear him through the closed door even though he ran 
the faucet.

It wasn't much better the next few times, but 
gradually, Mort began to adjust. He still occasionally 
gagged, although he kept from throwing up. She noticed 
that because his revulsion excited her, she had more 
satisfying orgasms in this new way than when he made 
her come with his penis, so she began to use her 
techniques to bring him off before her almost every 
time.

She kept to the same position as the first night for a 
while until she felt he was used to it, and then she 
begin trying others. She got on top of him in a 69 
position and lowered her vagina on top of his mouth. 
That really freaked him out the first time she did it, 
and he pushed her almost violently off of him before 
jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. But 
she was patient and calmed him down and after a few 
more false starts, she finally got him to do it.

Her favorite position was when she was riding him and 
he came inside her and she just crawled forward onto 
his mouth. This way she could look straight down and 
see the come oozing from her vagina onto his tongue 
and watch the fear and shame in his eyes. It excited 
her so much that she wished she could clone herself so 
she could watch him in the other positions, where she 
could only feel his tongue and not see it.

She related all of the drama and the excitement to her 
girlfriends when they got together, and she could see 
they were as stimulated listening to her stories as 
she was when she was telling them. Three of them were 
so enraptured that they insisted on taking her to 
lunch every Saturday to hear what had happened during 
the week. She told them about how she was also using 
her methods on Ollie, but Mort was the one they really 
wanted to hear about. They pressed her for every 
detail, how it felt, how it looked, how it sounded.

At one Saturday lunch, they were talking about what a 
shame it was that Stella couldn't see what Mort was 
doing when he was lying between her legs or when she 
was on top of him in the 69 position. One of them 
suggested she make a video of those positions. Then 
they began fantasizing how that could be done.

***

The following week all of them came with plans they 
had thought of to make a video, and they had a great 
time discussing them. The one they settled on involved 
the three girlfriends taking a class in videography 
and then splitting costs on renting cameras and 
equipment so they could shoot the video themselves. 
They each wanted a copy, but Stella told them that 
wasn't possible. If she could get Mort to agree to the 
filming, they would be present to watch the action as 
they were filming, and she would invite them over one 
night to see what they had filmed, but she wouldn't 
let the videos out of her hands. She finally agreed 
that she might show it to them more than just once, 
but she wouldn't promise. That was good enough for 
them.

From then on the lunches were split between her sexual 
exploits with Mort and Ollie and what they were 
learning about composition, lighting, camera angles 
and other things and how they would use their newfound 
expertise on the big day.

Mort knew about Stella's weekly lunches, and he wasn't 
happy about her sharing their intimate life with 
others. He said he had never talked to any of his male 
friends about their sex life, even before she began 
degrading him.

She told him women were different from men that way, 
and for him not to be concerned about it. It was just 
a part of her life, not as important as being with 
him, but still necessary. When the idea of the video 
first came up, she told him about it right away, and 
he told her he would kill himself before he would go 
along with the idea. She told him not to be so 
dramatic and that she couldn't see the harm in her 
friends taking the video classes and getting together 
with her to fantasize about filming them.

"If you refuse, there's nothing I can do about it," 
she said, "but I promised them I would do my part to 
get you to agree, so I'm going to work hard on 
learning some new things to do with you until I find 
one you like so much that you would do anything for 
me."

It didn't take her long to find what that was. As she 
tried out different techniques, she saw some 
indications, and finally she asked him straight out, 
"Do you really want to have anal sex with me?" she 
said one night.

"Well, you told me when we were married that you would 
never do that," he said, "so I know it would be a 
waste of time to bring it up."

"Why would you want to do that to me?" she said. "You 
know how big you are, and how sometimes you bruise my 
vagina. It would be horribly painful for me if you put 
that into my anus. How could that excite you?"

"You get excited by doing things to me that I hate," 
he said.

"That's different," she said. "I'm sure I'd feel just 
as degraded and disgusted by anal as you do by eating 
creampie, but I'm not physically hurting you."

"Let's forget the whole thing," he said.

But she didn't forget it. She kept looking for 
something else that he really wanted, but while she 
discovered a lot of things that excited him, she felt 
that none of them worked him up enough to make him 
change his mind. So she also started researching anal 
sex and watching educational videos on how to do it 
with the least amount of pain. The first time she 
stuck a small vibrator into her anus, she had to run 
to the bathroom, but she managed to keep from 
regurgitating. I handled it better than he did, she 
thought, but then she asked herself whether this was 
really worth doing for the video.

She thought about that for a couple of weeks, but then 
she tried the vibrator again and found that while it 
felt horrible and disgusting, she could handle it. She 
slowly worked her way up to larger objects, but when 
one of her friends gave her an anal plug, it looked so 
grotesque that she couldn't bear to use it. She read a 
lot about the importance of lubrication and planned to 
make sure that she was stuffed with lube before she 
let Mort insert his thick, long penis.

When her friends told her that they felt confident 
with their video training and equipment, they arranged 
an evening of rehearsals at her house. They all got 
drunk and laughed a lot, and one of them got so wasted 
that she agreed to play the part of Mort and proceeded 
to get naked, pull off Stella's clothes and eat her 
out in several positions. Stella had been making some 
of her own preparations for the video shoot, and when 
her friend was ready for the rehearsal in the 69 
position, she told her to wait a few minutes because 
she had to do something with the microwave.

Her drunk friend was startled when she began eating 
Stella out and warm, thick slime poured out into her 
mouth, making her gasp and swallow as fast as she 
could, but not fast enough because it filled her mouth 
and then coated her entire face. The two girls who 
were videotaping held their breaths in amazement but 
kept on filming, and then they all had a great time 
watching the scene on the big TV screen.

"You got a taste of what Mort gets when he eats me 
out," said Stella. "When I thought about the video 
shoot, I realized that the first scene of him doing 
oral on me would look great because I'll make sure he 
doesn't have sex for a couple of days before so there 
will be plenty of semen.

"But even though I can easily get him hard and bring 
him off a few more times, the sperm production will go 
down after the first scene, and it wouldn't look that 
great when we do the rest of the positions. So I've 
been secretly draining his come in the bathroom after 
we finish having sex. Then I store it in the freezer. 
There's always a little left over after he licks me, 
and a couple of times, I even pretended to come right 
after he began eating me out so he didn't swallow too 
much of it. I've got nearly a quart so far.

"You'll be heating it up in the microwave and filling 
me up with a baster when he's not looking. He'll 
probably catch on during the second scene, but by that 
time, I don't think he'll put up too much of a fight."

When Stella proposed the anal for video arrangement, 
Mort turned it down. But she went to work on him. She 
suddenly became too busy to see him often, and when 
they were in bed, she stopped doing the things he 
loved and only did the things he hated, like wiping 
her full vagina all over his face when she was on top 
of him. She used all her tricks to get him off fast 
and then prolonged his humiliation as much as she 
could. He soon got the idea of what she was doing, and 
a couple of weeks later told her he would take her 
offer.

Even though she took every precaution, the anal sex 
was brutal for Stella. The humiliation wasn't much 
worse than she had anticipated, but she thought she 
would be able to make him come fast. Yet even though 
she used every trick she knew, he kept going and 
going, and her screams of pain seemed to give him more 
endurance and energy. He admitted later that he had 
masturbated twice before coming over because he knew 
she would try to finish him quickly. She realized he 
was learning some of her strategies, and after she 
stopped being angry, she felt a little ashamed at how 
much she had changed his personality.

He had to lick his come out of her anus, and he almost 
threw up for the first time since his first creampie, 
but she reassured him and told him that she had 
thoroughly cleaned herself out so his stuff was even 
cleaner than when it came from her vagina. But she was 
in such pain that when he stuck his tongue into her 
anus, she didn't get much pleasure from the feeling or 
from his humiliation.

When they had scheduled the evening of anal, they had 
also scheduled the video session, but to the 
disappointment of her friends, she had to postpone it 
for a few weeks because she was in tremendous pain in 
her crotch area whenever she moved her legs. While she 
was recovering, Mort dutifully gave her oral without 
asking anything from her, but even that was 
problematic, because when he brought her off, she 
couldn't help moving a bit and her moans of 
satisfaction mingled with cries of pain. She was a 
little angry that Mort seemed to enjoy that.

The video session went off fairly smoothly. Mort was 
mortified and red-faced at the three women with 
cameras recording his degradation. To make it more 
exciting for them, her girlfriends had also stripped 
naked, and that seemed to make Mort more excited and 
more humiliated at the same time.

He was angry at the come injection trick, and his 
facial expressions when he was licking up his second 
load mixed seething hatred with his other emotions. 
But then Stella patiently explained the reason for the 
injections and left him alone.

After five minutes of quiet, he agreed to finish the 
session, but he warned her, "That wasn't in the deal 
and you'll have to pay for it." Stella felt an 
imaginary pain in her anus for a second, but she 
didn't hesitate to keep going. It would only be one 
time, she thought, and it probably wouldn't hurt as 
much as the first time. And I'll have this video to 
watch as often as I want.

When it was over, Stella looked up at her friends. 
They were all red and breathing hard. She looked at 
Mort and said, "Mort, I know you aren't interested in 
sex with anyone else now. But I saw how my friends 
turned you on when they took off their clothes, and I 
can see that they would die to have you do them right 
now. I know I could get you hard for three more goes, 
so if you want to, I don't mind. I would love a video 
of you and each of them."

"What about the other part?" he said as he looked at 
them nodding excitedly at him.

"Well, if you can't stay hard, and I know you won't, 
you'll have to do it," said Stella. "And I'll have to 
inject them with your come or it won't look good on 
the video." She glanced at her friends and saw they 
were almost out of their minds with excitement.

"No thanks," he said. "It's not worth it."

"Wait, Mort," she said. "Let me talk to the girls in 
the bathroom for a second."

When they came out, they each told him that if he 
agreed to do what Stella had suggested, they would 
schedule an anal sex evening with him in the next few 
weeks, each one separately. They would even allow 
Stella to make a video for him as long as he would eat 
out their ass afterwards and let Stella show them the 
video at least once. The other condition was that he 
couldn't say a word to any of their husbands about the 
arrangement.

He still was hesitant until Stella said, "Please do it 
for me, Mort. You know I'll be so excited that I'll 
make it up to you with the special things you like for 
a long time -- everything except anal."

"Except for the one you owe me for your come trick," 
he said.

"OK, I'll agree to that if you agree to this," she 
said. I would have had to do it anyway, she thought to 
herself, so he didn't really get anything more. But 
she again felt a stab of imaginary pain between her 
buttocks.

He agreed, and he was amazed at how wild her friends 
were. They went into a frenzy almost the moment he 
touched them, and that got him hard quickly without 
much help from Stella. Though they tried to hide it, 
he knew they came almost immediately, but he knew how 
much they wanted the video of him eating them out, so 
he did it anyway. While he was eating them, he focused 
on what he would do to their anuses when he had his 
shot at them and how they were going to explain their 
pains in the ass to their husbands.

***

Things settled down for a while after that. Mort 
enjoyed his four anal videos -- Stella had allowed her 
friends to film her taking him, too -- although he 
always stopped watching them right after he came, 
before the part showing him tonguing their anuses and 
eating his come. Stella occasionally watched the 
videos of him doing anal to her friends -- but not 
herself -- but almost every day or two, she watched a 
version of that first video session. Each camera had 
captured it from a slightly different angle, and she 
never tired of watching herself and her friends with 
Mort, especially when he was lapping up those huge 
quantities of his heated come.

Stella was also happy that her friend Ollie had 
responded similarly to Mort after she figured out what 
drove him wild. Her relationship with Ollie was 
different from what she had with Mort. Ollie had a 
regular girlfriend he loved who was totally 
mainstream, from what Stella understood. For Ollie, 
Stella was an addiction. Once she found out the things 
he really craved, she had him totally hooked.

He was younger than Mort and had no trouble making her 
come before him, so she just asked him as a favor to 
eat her out after he had come inside her. He refused 
but without the histrionics of Mort.

When she threatened to cut him off, he told her that 
it was probably time to end their relationship anyway. 
She felt badly, but things were going so well with 
Mort that she decided against trying to get Ollie to 
change his mind.

***

A month later, she got a call from Ollie. He said he 
had a proposal for her that he wanted to discuss. When 
they met, they negotiated. She agreed to fellatio and 
allowing him to come in her mouth for each time he ate 
creampie, but she wouldn't agree to anal. He gave in, 
and they resumed their relationship.

It was one of her friends who took things way beyond 
anything she would have dreamed of. They were at one 
of their randy Saturday lunches talking about Stella, 
Mort and Ollie and the humiliation of men, and one of 
them thought that since both Mort and Ollie were so 
masculine, it would be really humiliating for them to 
have sex with another man.

That turned the discussion into a whole new area, and 
before they finished, they all had a new scenario to 
work on. Stella told them it wasn't going to happen, 
but her friends wanted to shoot a video of Mort and 
Ollie having oral sex.

She was as excited by the idea as they were, but she 
doubted there was any way she could get the men to 
agree. It did make her think of another idea, and she 
talked to Ollie about it because he was the more open 
of the two. He said he didn't like it for several 
reasons, but he negotiated. She wound up giving her 
ass up to him for the first time. Thank goodness he's 
not as big as Mort, she thought, but he used some 
painful pounding techniques and positions, and it 
sidelined her for nearly two weeks.

Mort didn't know why she wouldn't see him for two 
weeks, and when he was finally invited over and walked 
in the door, he stopped and froze. There was another 
man sitting with Stella in the living room.

"Come sit down, Mort," said Stella in her soothing 
way, which frightened him. "This is Ollie. I know I 
mentioned him to you. Ollie, this is Mort."

Ollie stuck his hand out, and Mort shook it 
robotically.

"You're wondering why he's here tonight, Mort," said 
Stella, "so let me tell you right away. Ollie eats me 
out like you do, Mort, even though he has no problem 
like yours. And he's agreed to eat me out tonight 
after you've come inside me. You won't have to do it 
tonight. He'll watch us make love and then eat your 
semen from me. That won't be so bad, will it?"

That night Stella had Mort finish her off doggie 
style, and then had Ollie slide under her in the 69 
position. She told Mort to pull up a chair to the foot 
of the bed so he could get a good view of her vagina 
and Ollie lying beneath it. Then she lowered herself 
onto Ollie and he ate her out while Mort's semen 
flowed into his mouth. Mort's jaw dropped as he saw 
this. It even aroused him a little, but mostly he felt 
like he was in some kind of bizarre nightmare. After 
the white goo stopped flowing and Stella had had a few 
orgasms, she sucked Ollie in and soon had him coming 
into her mouth. She opened her mouth to show Mort how 
full of come it was, and then she got up and spit it 
out in the bathroom.

The next time Stella had a date with Ollie, she asked 
him if it was more disgusting to eat another man's 
come from her rather than his own. He told her 
probably a little, but it wasn't much different, and 
he really enjoyed her letting him come in her mouth 
afterwards.

"Would you be willing to do it again," she said.

"Sure," he said. "Same arrangement. I loved doing your 
ass. Whenever you want."

"Great," she said, trying to put out of her mind what 
she was going to have to endure, "because I'm going to 
use you to get him to do the same thing. You'll come 
inside me, and he'll eat it out of me."

"How will you do that?" Ollie said.

"Watch and learn," said Stella.

She began scheduling joint sessions with Mort and 
Ollie once a week, always the same as the first one. 
Each time, she made a special effort to give Ollie an 
exhilarating orgasm with her mouth after he ate her 
out. She used her hands, her lips, her tongue and her 
head, and he responded loudly. Afterward, she thanked 
him vocally and with many strokes and kisses for being 
willing to give her such oral pleasure despite his 
being disgusted by Mort's semen.

Each time, she directed some hard stares at Mort while 
complimenting Ollie. After a few weeks, she began 
asking Mort if it wasn't wonderful how Ollie 
appreciated her efforts so much that he was willing to 
endure his indignity. Slowly she directed her 
compliments to Ollie through Mort, asking him each 
time whether he didn't agree with her that Ollie was 
so wonderful for various reasons, the oral 
satisfaction being the major one. She would wait for 
Mort to respond, and if he didn't, she would just 
stare at him until he did.

These questioning compliments eventually began coming 
before the sex even began, and she would stop taking 
off her clothes until Mort agreed with her how 
wonderful Ollie was.

Mort knew what was coming next. She began asking Mort 
why he didn't care for her as much as Ollie. Although 
he knew what she was doing, he still protested at 
first that he loved her. Then why won't you do what 
Ollie does for me? she would ask. Why can't Ollie make 
love to me and you pleasure me afterwards the way he 
does? She would stare at him after saying these 
things, and all he could say was, "I'm sorry. I just 
can't do it."

Then came the day when Mort arrived for a solo evening 
and she told him she needed to talk to him. "Mort," 
she said. "I've been patient with you. It's been good 
with you and Ollie, but you know it's not fair to him 
to be doing what he does every time. I've made it 
pretty clear now for a while what I'd like you to do, 
but I'm not going to wait forever.

"You need to go home and think about this. I love you, 
and I want you in my life, but I think I could find a 
replacement for you who isn't so selfish. I don't want 
to do that, but it's really up to you. No, please 
don't say anything. I don't want to talk about it 
anymore. You need to go home and decide."

When he left, she had some doubts. I really don't want 
to lose Mort, she thought, but if I see this is really 
too much for him, I can always change my mind and 
withdraw my demand, at least I hope so. She began 
getting nervous after she didn't hear from him for 10 
days, and she hoped he didn't hear her sigh of relief 
when she picked up the phone and heard his voice.

"I'll do it once," he said in barely a whisper.

"Of course," she said, "It's all up to you." But she 
knew once would lead to once more and so on. Her 
threat had worked.

When he began eating Ollie's come on a weekly basis, 
she and her friends agreed that they were ready for 
their fantasy to come true. They worked out the plan, 
and she brought it up to both men one night after a 
joint session when Ollie had been the one doing oral 
and then coming in her mouth. Everyone was feeling 
relaxed and satisfied.

The mood changed almost immediately when she told them 
she would like to have her three friends film each of 
them eating the other's come from her. And she would 
also like to film them sucking each other's penises.

Both of them looked at her and at each other and then 
got up and got dressed and left without saying a word 
to her. That Saturday, the lunch bunch were almost 
jumping out of their skins with excitement, wondering 
what the men would say or do. "I may have to apologize 
and back down this time," said Stella. The others 
wouldn't hear of it. They finally agreed that she 
would give the men at least three weeks before making 
any move.

It only took a week and a half before Ollie called up 
and said that he wanted to come over and talk to her. 
When she opened the door, Mort was standing next to 
Ollie. She was startled. Had they come over together? 
She didn't think they knew each other's phone numbers. 
As far as she knew, the only time they ever saw each 
other was at her place.

They walked in and sat down in the living room, and 
she sat down facing them. "We could drag this out," 
said Ollie, "but we both know you well enough to know 
you don't give up on your crazy ideas once they're in 
your brain. So here's what we're willing to do.

"You can do the video of us eating each other's come, 
and you can shoot us putting our dicks in each other's 
mouth at the same time. But that's the last time we'll 
do either thing for you. You can watch the videos, but 
both of us won't be together in the same room with you 
again after that."

"What do you say about this, Mort?" she said, turning 
to her former husband.

"Ollie speaks for me," he said.

So that's it, she thought. Ollie the negotiator has 
talked to Mort and become his lawyer. I've created a 
monster.

"Well, I don't like your response, both of you, but 
I'm not going to be hasty," she said. Let them stew 
for a while, she thought. "Why don't both of you come 
over next Monday and I'll tell you my answer."

"Fine," said Ollie and stood up and turned for the 
door.

"Don't you want to stay for a while?" she said, 
although she knew she was being weak.

"No," he said. "Are you coming, Mort?"

"Yes," said Mort and followed him out of the house.

***

She and her friends spent three hours at lunch 
discussing Ollie's proposal, Stella's response and 
their plans for the video session.

On Monday night, when the men came over, she tried to 
sound as if this was her final offer. "Here's what 
I'll agree to," she said.

"I'll go along with you doing this once for the video 
and never again, although I have the right to ask for 
it at least once a year as a birthday or Christmas 
present. But I won't pressure you.

"You won't have to do anything together again, but I 
have the right to suggest things at least once a 
month. It will be up to you to accept or reject them.

"And there will be two video sessions. At the first, 
my friends will film what you've already been doing. 
At the second one, you will both suck each other. And 
I don't mean you'll just place your penises in each 
other's mouth. You'll both have to suck as hard as you 
can for 45 minutes or until I tell you that you can 
stop.

"That's it. Take it or leave it."

She could see that Ollie was fuming.

"What you've proposed is exactly the way things are 
now," he said. "You want the right to do everything 
you're already doing, and then you say you won't 
pressure us. Mort and I have had some long discussions 
about this, and we both don't want to break up with 
you, but we also are ready to go through painful 
withdrawal if you don't listen to reason.

"I promised him I'd help him find someone to take your 
place, because he doesn't have someone else like I do, 
and I know he won't have any trouble finding lots of 
great women who are a lot younger than you and 
appreciate a successful good-looking executive with a 
strong sex drive.

"But neither of us wants that. We really want to stay 
with you. So we're going to go into the kitchen and 
discuss our response before we give up on you."

He got up, and walked out of the living room and Mort 
followed him. Stella watched them and wondered how 
soon she should start backing off. She decided to wait 
until she heard what Ollie would say but be prepared 
to make a major move toward reconciliation.

After 10 minutes, the two men came back and sat down 
opposite her again. "We both agree that we're not 
interested in going back and forth like I do in 
contract negotiations at work," Ollie said. "So we've 
come up with this compromise that we hope you'll 
accept."

"Since there's really no way to keep you from using 
your techniques of persuasion on us, either verbal or 
in bed, we're not going to try to stop you from 
getting your way. But we're committed to doing this 
only once for the videos, and we agree to your two 
sessions.

"But you have to agree to let us each have anal sex 
with you once a week from now on, or as long as you 
want us eating semen from you. What I mean is that 
you'll have anal sex once a week. We'll take turns, so 
we each get a shot at your ass once every two weeks. 
As we said, we're not going to be in the same room 
again together with you after this.

"We know anal sex is hard on you, but we think you'll 
get used to it, at least as much as we've gotten used 
to eating come. You probably want to think about this, 
but we both feel strongly that everything needs to be 
resolved right now. So you can go into the kitchen, or 
we'll go into the kitchen, and you can think about it 
for up to 30 minutes and then give us your answer."

Stella's mind was racing. She wished she could stall 
them until she could talk things over with her 
friends, but she had the feeling she could lose it all 
if she didn't resolve this now. Then she thought of 
something, and it made her smile.

"I don't need to go into the kitchen," she said. "I'll 
agree to your proposal, but with the understanding 
that I mentioned before. When we do the video of the 
sucking, you'll really suck. I want each of you to 
tell me yes, and then it will be settled."

***

"And they both said yes together?" said one of her 
girlfriends when she told about the meeting at the 
next luncheon.

"Yes," said Stella. "It's a good thing I remembered 
our last meeting and your plans for shooting the 
videos. That gave me the confidence to agree. I'm 
still not happy about the anal, but I realize that the 
three of us are now interdependent. All of us have to 
give up something to get what we want. I have to give 
up my ass. I'm sure when I do it once a week, I'll 
learn to relax those muscles more so it's less 
painful. It will still be disgusting and 
uncomfortable, but this way I've kept them both in my 
life, and I won't have to try to find someone else who 
can give me the pleasure I'm getting from them."

The session where they ate come from each other's 
anuses went smoothly. The biggest problem was her 
friends getting worked up while shooting the video. 
They tried to talk her into allowing them to have a 
mini-orgy with her two lovers, but she refused and 
almost had to throw them out of her home.

A week later, things got a little crazier for the 
sucking session. She had Mort and Ollie both take off 
everything below the waist and lie down sideways on 
the bed with each of them facing the other's penis. 
Reluctantly, they slid closer to each other as she 
gave them orders, but when their shirts touched, they 
stopped, and their penises were still far from each 
other's mouths.

"OK, girls," said Stella, and the four women jumped on 
the bed.

"What are you doing?" yelled the men, almost in 
unison.

"We knew you would have a hard time, even though you 
agreed," said Stella, "so we have these luggage straps 
that we're wrapping around you now. There, we've got 
four of them around you, from under your arms to just 
below your belly buttons. They're all on the outside 
of your shirts, so they won't chafe.

"Now, each girl is going to take one strap and slowly 
pull it tighter. Just one little pull now, girls. 
That's it. I saw their bodies moving closer. OK, 
another notch, Good. And another one, Yes keep going 
like that. Now stop and let's take a look.

"Well, it looks like Mort and Ollie have gotten very 
close. They're like Siamese twins. It looks like they 
can breathe fine. In fact, I'm sure each of them can 
feel the other one breathing now. And their limp 
penises are pretty close to each other's mouths. Let's 
see if this works before we tighten the belts again. 
Girls, you can start up the cameras."

She moved next to Mort's penis and put some lubricant 
on her hands and began working him. He responded a 
little, but he was still soft. She bent down and took 
him into her mouth and began using her lips, tongue 
and hands in the ways she knew would excite him 
quickly. He got hard right away, and his penis grew 
thick and long and was now lying across Ollie's cheek 
and reaching past his ear.

"Hey," said Ollie as he watched her. "What are you 
doing? That wasn't part of the agreement."

"No," said Stella. "There was nothing about the belts 
in the agreement either, but there was also nothing 
saying they couldn't be used. You know why we want you 
sucking each other, and we know you might not respond 
the way we want. So we added these enhancements. Now 
open your mouth as I pull your head back."

"No way," he said. "You're cheating." And he clamped 
his jaws together.

"The agreement was that you would suck," she said. "I 
haven't cheated. I could force you to open your mouth 
by closing off your nostrils with my fingers like 
this. Did you feel how I shut off your air supply?

"But I don't want to take a chance on you hurting Mort 
when I put his penis into your mouth, so you need to 
do it voluntarily. Please open up now or I'll have to 
squeeze the opener."

Ollie kept his jaws clenched and ignored her. "OK, 
Ollie," she said, "you're forcing me to find the 
opener, and I'm going to squeeze it." While her right 
hand continued to gently pump Mort's hard penis, her 
left hand reached down where Ollie's penis faced 
Mort's moth. She felt around and found his testicles 
and took them in her hand and began gently squeezing 
them while looking into his eyes.

"I see from your eyes that you feel the opener 
working," she said. "I'm going to squeeze it until 
your mouth is wide open, as wide as you can get it. 
It's still not opening, so I have to keep squeezing. A 
little more should do it. There, it really opened 
fast. But I want it wider. Yes stretch it open until 
it hurts. That's it. Wider. And there it goes."

She had quickly released Ollie's testes and brought 
her left hand to Ollie's forehead. She pushed his head 
back and carefully slid Mort's hard penis along 
Ollie's cheek until it popped into the wide open 
mouth. Then she stopped pushing Ollie's forehead back, 
and his head snapped forward, engulfing Mort's penis.

"OK, Ollie," she said. "The penis is in position, but 
I see it's so long that it's hitting the back of your 
throat. I know from experience that isn't comfortable, 
so let me move your head this way a little and Mort's 
body that way a little. There. Now it should be more 
comfortable.

"OK, the 45 minutes will begin as soon as you start 
sucking. I'll let you rest for a few minutes because I 
see from your eyes you are a little frightened. Don't 
worry. You don't need to think about anything. Just 
suck as hard as you can for as long as you can and 
occasionally open your mouth to take a breath. I'll do 
everything else.

"Oh yes, I'm going to help you satisfy Mort, and then 
I'm going to help him satisfy you the same way. It 
won't take more than 15 minutes for each of you, I 
figure, so we'll be finished way before the 45 
minutes. So take a few minutes to gather your strength 
and then you can start. If you can't manage to start 
by yourself, I'll reach for the starter. It's in the 
same place as the opener."

Ollie started sucking a few minutes later, and when he 
did, Stella began talking. "OK girls," she said, "are 
you getting all this. All three cameras should be up 
here. Look at his eyes moving around wildly. Why is he 
so frightened? Women and gays do this every day, 
Ollie, and nothing terrible happens.

"Suck a little harder, please, Ollie, because I want 
to keep both my hands right here and not on the 
starter. That's the way. Now watch as I use one hand 
to pump the section of Mort's penis that's sticking 
out. Up and down. I felt it jerk a little there. Did 
that scare you, Ollie?

"Now I'm going to use my other hand on Mort's balls. 
He loves to have them manipulated. It really gets him 
going. See how he responded. Let's play with them and 
pump hard for a while and see what happens. It looks 
like he's getting even thicker and longer. I hear him 
breathing faster, too.

"Now here's a lesson I learned a while back, and you 
know I've used it on you, Ollie. Once you've got a man 
aroused and you want him to come quickly and hard, you 
stick a couple of fingers, lubricated of course, into 
his anus like this and feel around for a little button 
called the prostrate. It's like a trigger.

"When you find it -- there I found it -- you see, how 
it got Mort started. He shoots out a huge load, almost 
as much as you do, Ollie. And you feel it exploding 
into your mouth right now. You've topped sucking, but 
that's OK because I'm still pumping him hard and he's 
spurting away. I'm sure a lot of his come is already 
down your throat, and I see some of it coming out of 
your nose. That's the worst feeling, isn't it? We 
girls all know that feeling. Yes, try to open your 
mouth. I know Mort's penis is so thick that it's hard 
to push any come out, but at least you can get a 
little air that way.

"The best thing you can do to get this over with is 
just swallow as fast as you can. That's it. Pretend 
like you're eating me out. Just swallow like that. 
This is going to look so good on the video.

"There, I think we're almost done. We'll wait until 
Mort gets all soft, which won't be long, and then I'll 
pull your head back and get his penis out. And then it 
will be your turn to get sucked by Mort the same way."

***

The girls were all still bubbling over from the video 
sessions at Saturday's luncheon. After they discussed 
each session in detail, Stella said she had something 
amazing to tell them.

"I realized this the other day," she said, "when the 
boys agreed to the video and I agreed to the give them 
anal once a week. I don't know if they know it yet, 
but this is not the end, it's just the beginning."

They all wanted to know what she meant.

"I mean, I think we can get them to do almost anything 
we want them to do now," she said. "They told me they 
would never be together with me at the same time 
again, but I know I can make that happen. All I need 
to do is find something they really want. Then I can 
get them to do something at least once so we can video 
it.

"I was thinking that since they have sucked each other 
off, now we could get them to do it without the belts 
and without my help. It would make for a much better 
video.

"And what about getting them to actually have anal 
sex? Mort could do Ollie from behind and then slide 
under him and eat his come out of Ollie's ass. And 
then Ollie could do the same thing with Mort.

"I've seen some videos of women fisting men, and I'm 
excited about the idea of fisting Mort while Ollie 
blows him and then switching it and doing it the other 
way.

"I think I could get eventually get them to do each of 
these things and others that we think of at least one 
time for the cameras. And that's all we need.

"Of course, Ollie is a master negotiator, and I'd have 
to come up with some pretty big motivations. I'm 
already taking their penises in my ass and swallowing 
their come, so I don't have much more to offer.

"That's where you girls come in. If you want to make 
those videos, it's time to step up. Men like variety, 
and each of you degrading yourselves like me would be 
a huge bargaining advantage for us.

"I know your asses are still burning inside, and you 
were so devastated that you wouldn't talk about it for 
a few weeks. But now we're laughing about that and 
enjoying the videos of Mort and Ollie.

"I think you'd have to offer anal again and maybe 
blowing them right after they come out of your ass and 
letting them come in your mouth, and this time you'd 
have to let them video everything. Don't worry. They 
will never show the videos to anyone else because of 
the videos we have of them.

"But the anal and blowjobs are just for starters. You 
might be sucking their come out of each other's anuses 
or fisting each other or taking their fists in both 
holes or two in each hole. For sure, anything we ask 
them to do, we'll have to be prepared to do something 
similar and letting them film it. I'm telling you, 
Ollie's a tough negotiator.

"How about it? Do you want to see how much we can get 
them to do for our cameras? Is my face as red as yours 
are right now? Did any of you have an orgasm just now 
from only thinking about this -- like I did?" 

END

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