arching your back, chest out, and wrap your arms around my neck.” I started to come back up, but CJ told me to stop, as I could feel his dick losing some ground. With one hand on my lower stomach and the other gently pushing my lower back into an arch, he brought my butt closer into his crotch, and I could feel his rod pushing in further—even a little further than it had been before. I moaned—and Binggum moaned—but I rose back up, my back arched as well as I could, and wrapped my arms around CJ’s neck. I felt CJ’s hands go below my knees in front of my calves, and he smoothly and effortless pulled me up in front of him as if I were sitting in a chair, but with my asshole arched back and up to provide an angle for a full-dick fuck. I could hear Binggum catch his breath. The half-buried cock and its receptacle must have been right over his face, giving him a full view of what was happening. And what was happening was that CJ’s cock was slowly but surely snaking its way up my innards. No inching and waiting now; he was gliding right on in. Even so, it seemed to be taking him forever, and I couldn’t feel his pubic hair tickling my ass yet. But then he pulled my folded legs a little bit closer, the angle on my ass increased just a smidgen, and he was in all of the way.

“So, what do you think, our dear host? Do you agree now it can be done?”

“Yes, yes,” Binggum whispered. “Now me. Now, give him to me.”

“In a bit, in just a little bit.” I want to show you how good he is. And then CJ began to rock the chair he had made of me, pushing me out so that an increasing amount of his dick root could be seen and then pushing back in. I was trembling and moaning, and Binggum was trembling and moaning as well. If anything, I felt CJ was getting bigger inside me. But I had stretched to where I could manage him, and, feeling this, he chose to give Binggum one last thrill. First he let one of my legs down and then the other. He still held me to him in position, skewered on his bludgeon, like a rag doll, in front of him. He told me I could let loose of his neck with my arms and let my chest and arms fall before me. Then he took a step back and lifted Binggum and his chair back upright. He stepped away from the chair, and, in Binggum’s view, while holding me in place across my stomach with one hand, took his other hand, and slowly spun my body around so that now my chest was suspended below him. Binggum was be able to see the root of his now floor-pointed cock rising out of my ass. He’d done all of this without losing purchase in my ass, and the sensation of him rotating inside me hadn’t been all that unpleasant.

“You can drape your legs over my shoulders again,” he said. And then he asked, “Do you think you can rise up and give us a kiss?”

“Sure, I said.” It took really strong stomach muscles to pull myself up, but I did so, wrapping an arm around his neck and giving him a kiss. While we were kissing, though, he surprised me by, first,