Binggum gave a little squeak, seeing those four fingers of CJ’s finger fucking my ass, and in a self-congratulatory voice, CJ said, “Didn’t think it could be done, did you? Don’t worry. No damage. It will tighten right back up after I’m done. Well, maybe not exactly right afterward, but certainly in time enough for you to have your jollies.”

Quick as a wink, CJ was back up on his feet. He strode over to Binggum’s chair and laid it down on the floor, with Binggum on his back pointed up.

“What? Why are you doing that?” Binggum asked in an uncertain voice.

“Ringside seat, that’s why,” CJ answered. “You’re our honored host, and you get the best seat in the house.” He pulled me over until I was standing over Binggum’s face. “Tent yourself over him, with your chest on his legs and your piece just out of reach about his mouth,” CJ told me, and I did as he asked. I looked back to see CJ behind me, lubricating his flagpole. “Spread em,” he commanded as he walked in behind me,” and I dutifully complied. No matter how opened he’d made me, I knew I’d want my legs spread as far apart as possible. He laid his dong inside the crack between my butt cheeks and gave it a couple of strokes and beat it against my cheeks a couple of times.

“So, how’s the view down there, Johnathan?” CJ called down to Binggum.

“Just fine,” he answered.

I expected his big dick head to approach first, but I was surprised to feel him kneel and give me some tongue again, followed by various fingers and puffs of air. But then, there it was, as I remembered it. It felt like the end of a broomstick and about three times as big as it had looked—and it had looked like a monster head, overflowing the thick rod that backed it up. That, at least was solace. Once the head was in, nothing wider was to follow.

I grunted in slight pain as the glans pushed at the hole, and my legs trembled as it slid in up to and a bit beyond the rim. Binggum, who had a close view of it all, let out a little squeak of pleasure. I could feel one of CJ’s hands come around in front. He pulled my cock ring off and swirled it around Binggum's mouth and nose, to Binggum's great pleasure. Tossing that aside, CJ cupped my balls momentarily and then wrapped his hand around my cock close to the root and replaced the pressure the ring had been providing. I moaned, and my legs began to feel like jelly. Binggum moaned at the sight of what was going on just above his face. I could feel CJ take his own cock with his other hand and rotate it inside me, gently stretching the hole. He was whispering encouragement for me to relax and telling me how nice a fuck I was. Binggum was whispering his agreement. The cock had found the prostrate and, as before, I felt myself just releasing, and the cock slid in.

“Ah, good, nice,” CJ murmured. That’s got a couple of inches in. It should be easier going now. A couple of inches?! I moaned again. It was painful, but possibly not as painful as the previous day’s fucks had been. “Ah another inch. It should slip on up now,” CJ was saying. “Now come back up to me,