Amanda was a mess. She was covered with cum from her hair to halfway down her thighs. She was babbling incoherently. She was shaking. Her eyes were completely unfocused. There were red welts around her ankles from the stirrups. I went over to her. She looked, and realized it was me. "JARED!" she screamed. "oh God FUCK ME! I can’t stop I can’t stop I don’t wanna stop FUCK ME! Oh god…" and then it was just noises.
"You can’t," Maggie said. "She’s pretty swollen down there, she couldn’t take you right now."
"I know," I told Maggie, though Amanda was still begging. "Go wet me a washcloth, would you?" Maggie did, and handed it to me. "Take her legs out of the stirrups." Maggie did. They hit the table with a thunk.
I took the washcloth and cleaned up her pussy and the surrounding areas as best I could-including the bench below. Her pussy and ass were just leaking cum. Every time the washcloth hit her, she jumped and screamed and begged.
I climbed up between her legs. "Jared, what are you doing?" Maggie asked.
"I need to bring her down somehow," I said.
"Jared, do you know how many guys have cum in there tonight?"
"I washed off the worst of it. I need to help her." And I slowly, gently, made love to her with my mouth. It worked. Her frantic cries and motions became more settled, and the orgasm she had when I finished was gentle and cleansing. By the time I was done, she had actually fallen asleep.
Maggie grinned at me. "Well, you can’t say you’ve never eaten cum, Jared."
I made a face. "Not an experience I’d care to repeat."
" I like it," she grinned.
" You would," I retorted. "Anyway, it seemed to have worked. She’s resting now. If I have to endure a little too much creampie for my taste, so be it."
"You do take care of her," Maggie said.
"I try," I smiled.
Maggie and I watched over Amanda and chatted for a while after that, just about whatever. Getting to know each other. Hey, I was her best friend’s boyfriend, right? It would be nice if we were friends. Well, now, we were. Good ones.
After a while, Amanda stirred. "Jared?" she asked.
"Well, she’s returned to the land of the living," I told Maggie. "How are you?"
"Let’s see. Filthy, sticky, and sore. Oh, and exhausted."
"How was it?" I asked her.
"That’s a strange question. I loved it at first. I know I did. But my memory is spotty after the first while. God, though, I came so many times. I think I fried my brain."
"Can you stand?"
"I think so."
"We should get you home."
"Like that?" Maggie interjected. "I know her mother’s loosened up this week, but still."
"No, she’s staying at my place tonight." Amanda stood up, shakily, and leaned on me. "I’ll take care of her," I told Maggie.
"I know you will," she grinned.
We got out of there, and I got Amanda into my car. She half-slept on the way home. Luckily, nobody was up when we arrived, and I got her downstairs into the shower. I went in with her and washed off the remains of the night-she was in no condition to do so-and got her into bed.
She was asleep before we hit the bed-and I followed suit quickly.
PART TEN SUNDAY
I woke up Sunday morning, feeling very strange.
Then I remembered the events of the previous night.
I looked over at Jared. He was still sound asleep. But I’d been a coffee drinker since I was 14 and needed some, so I went up to the kitchen to see if I could find some.
Tina was there. "Hi," she said.
"Hi. Can I steal some coffee?"
"Sure. Maker’s over there. Tin of coffee’s next to it."
"Does your brother drink it?"
"Yeah. Two creams, two sugars. Is he up yet?"
"No, but I’ll bring him down some."
I went to the maker and started spooning in the coffee. Tina said, "So did you guys hit the orgy last night?"
"Yeah."
"How was it?"
"Interesting," I admitted.
"Interesting?" Tina grinned. "I don’t get any more details than that?"
"No, sorry, not now," I grinned back. Then I sobered. "A lot happened that Jared and I have to discuss."
"Uh-oh, that sounds ominous."
"I don’t think so, no. But I think Jared and I have to talk about how we live our lives, how we manage our relationship. I’ll tell him he can tell you everything if he wants," I grinned.
"Fair enough," she smiled back.
I poured the coffee, added the cream and sugar, and went back downstairs with our cups. Jared was still asleep. I sat next to him on the bed, sipping my coffee, looking at him. He really was beautiful, especially sleeping.
After a bit, he stirred. "I smell coffee," he muttered.
"That must be because I brought you a cup," I giggled.
"Hi," he smiled. He sat up, and kissed me. "You and coffee in the morning? How does one guy get so lucky?"
I smiled and offered him his cup. "I though we could talk."
"OK," he said a bit warily.
"Jared, I’m done. I don’t know if you are, but I am."
"Done with what?" he asked even more warily.
"Done with what happened last night. I told you I had discovered a wanton harlot living within me, right? Well, I let her come out last night. I let her take over. And she got what she wanted. And then she left, for good." I took a breath. "I don’t regret it. I’m glad I did it, once in my life. I don’t ever want to do it again." I smiled at him. "I love you. You and only you. I’ve blanked out on some of what happened, but I remember the end. I remember you licking me, to try to bring me down, even after I had had all those guys in there. I don’t know how you did it. You must have been completely grossed out. And, you know what? Through that whole gangbang-that is the orgasm I remember, with complete clarity. The one you gave me, with your tongue."
"Like I said, I’m glad I did it. I gave up every ounce of my vaunted control-I couldn’t possibly be in less control of myself than I was then-and found out I can survive the experience, and enjoy it, and come back from it. I think I needed to learn that. I think I needed to be able to say that I had a threesome, and made love with a woman, and got gangbanged. But I can say those things now. And I’m done."
"Well, let’s see," he said. "I had a threesome, and had an older woman." I giggled at that one. "I also watched my girlfriend get gangbanged-while she held my hand, even. And then I got to drive my dick through the top of Maggie Benson’s head."
I cracked up laughing. "She also took me up the ass," he continued. "Since Maggie’s one of the few people that would be able to do that-and she barely managed-I’m glad I did that. But, yeah, I’m done, too. Look, I don’t mind the odd fuck with a friend. Ed. Allie."
"Or in your case, Maggie," I added.
"Yeah. But, yeah, I’m done, too."
"Good." I got a little sheepish. "And you still love me."
"More than ever," he said.
We spent the rest of that Sunday together-and, for the first time since the beginning of The Program, neither of us had any sort of sex with anyone, including each other. I was completely sore-and he was, too. We went in the shower, and when I tried to wash his dick, he kept wincing!
We went to the mall, went out to eat, went back to his house and watched football. We made out a bit, but that was it. And you know what? It was fine. It was great. I’m glad I discovered my sexuality. I’m more glad I discovered Jared. Just spending the day with him, hanging out, was better than anything.
Some friends were at the mall. We hung out for a while with Maggie. Boy, was she walking funny! They told me what they did last night. I must admit to a pang of envy. No, not that they were together-I’m glad of that, if we were going to be experimenting, I’m glad they picked each other. That’s the one extracurricular activity I wanted Jared to have. Those two deserved one time with each other. No, I was envious she was able to take him like she did. That sounded like fun. Ah, well, I’m getting used to his size, aren’t I? Maybe I’ll try it. Though Maggie was walking really funny!