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   By Ed Rider



   "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?" 

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