Forced Impregnation - The Other Way Around

I love the whole Edging, forced orgasm, and post orgasm torture thing. If you are unfamiliar with these please do a search on your favorite porn site and discover a great game that a couple can play going both ways. Basically, it usually has some type of bondage component, actually almost has too, because if done right the subject can't help but try to stop the person doing it, or trying to speed things up with edging.

Edging is the art of bringing a person to the very brink of orgasm over and over and over and... you get the idea... driving them mad being denied going over the edge. This is a true art form and requires knowing your partner deeply to see the cues that they are getting close to orgasm. A true practitioner can have their partner weeping and begging to be allowed to cum. Most people do not have enough self-control to get to that point without "taking matters into their own hands" so to get to that level the subject must be securely bound.

Forced Orgasm and Post Orgasm Torture kind of go hand in hand. Again, the subject usually must be securely bound; nothing fancy but completely immobile and vulnerable. Now most would say "why the hell would you have to be forced to orgasm" and they are right... the first time... but what about the second, third, fourth and on and on. That is the area for most females and pleasurable torture can be truly exquisite when you want the pleasure to stop but your body betrays you responding to the stimulation despite your wishes. When the male is the subject it's more of the "post orgasm torture" as the man's penis is incredibly sensitive after orgasm to the point that continued stimulation is like ultra-pleasurable pain.

Last weekend my wife and I played the game, and I was to be the subject. Part of the fun is that I try to deny her by doing my best at not cumming at all. I love the feeling of being slowly tied down knowing what will happen once I am unable to stop her from working her magic. I have been able to resist on several occasions, but she is a master at both the physical and mental game so my "win / loss" record isn't good, but I'd wouldn't have it any other way.

I liken the feeling to waiting in line for an extreme roller coaster. You're nervous and scared, but excited as you get closer and closer. Then you get into the car, still could back out, the lap belt comes down, yet still can back out and you think about it. Then suddenly the car lurches forward and up the ramp you go, and at that point the choice of whether to take the ride is no longer yours. As she tied the last rope to the D-ring on the leather cuff snuggly secured around my left wrist, it was done, the choice to take this ride was no longer mine.

I didn't catch on that she was particularly smug today, saying that there was no way that I could resist what she had in store for me. I told her I was going to win as she fastened the leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. I even agreed to take a "Vitamin V" (viagra) to show just how cocky (pun intended) I could be that I would win despite her best efforts even with the cheat. We've done the vitamin V on several occasions because it ups the ante of me loosing because after I cum it doesn't go down, and allows her to keep going to the point that I am begging and pleading for her to stop. By the time that I was spread eagle on the bed I had a raging hard on and she hadn't even touched me yet. About that time the door bell rang. She said that she'd be right back and that she would get rid of whoever it was.

Time passed, and I heard her talking to someone. I was laying there thinking about what was to come, knowing that she would probably beat me because I hadn't even taken care of myself in over a week. It had been crazy busy, and for some reason she had made excuses why we couldn't do anything when I tried to initiate something 2 or 3 times which wasn't like her. I called out to her after about 5 or 6 minutes, and she stuck her head in the door and said that it was Sam and that they were just talking. That brought a tingle of kink to the moment, being tied to the bed, naked with a raging hard-on, with another woman in the other room, particularly this woman.

Sam, or should I say Samantha, is smoking hot and a couple of years younger than my wife. They had been best friends for a long time, even prior to the two of us meeting and getting married. She had been the stuff of my fantasies on numerous occasions, but although the "wife's best friend" is good spank material, in reality it's one of those things that's better left alone. Besides, Sam has been in a long-term relationship with her wife for almost 7 years, so that was another reality buzz killer knowing that I wasn't even her type.

About 10 minutes later the door to the bedroom opened and my wife walked in. Then another shadowy figure came down the hallway and through the door, and there was Sam. They were looking at each other and giggling, and Sam said "Wow, you weren't kidding". Here I was tied spread eagle in leather cuffs, with my 7 ½ inches sticking up fully airborne thanks to the vitamin V, and now even harder because of the situation. I finally told them "very funny, very funny, yuck it up" figuring they were just enjoying my predicament and the embarrassment of being on display. Sam asked "are you sure he can't get out?" My wife said positive, and started to tickle my ribs, which made me come off of the bed yanking at the ropes as I hate to get tickled. She said "Try it" and Sam joined her from the other side and they both had me hollering and basically unable to breath. They finally stopped and Sam looked at my wife and said "that will do." I was still gasping for air too much to grasp what she just said.

At that point my wife started to pull the cord belt to her robe which gave me a WTF moment, then even more when the robe fell open and she shrugged it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. I was sitting there trying to process this because she and Sam weren't even like gym members where they would see each other in the locker room, let alone something like this. Then I saw out of the corner of my eye that Sam was reaching for the hem of her tank top and started to pull it over her head. She is a big time runner and always wearing those filmy short running shorts and tops that drove me crazy. She has a runners figure where she isn't the double D type, but lean and strong where you can see every muscle move like a cat.

Now trust me, this very situation had been the stuff of many of my fantasies, but there were bells and whistles going off in my brain after a lifetime of acquired wisdom which taught me that if something is too good to be true it probably is. I looked at my wife and asked her what was going on. She climbed on to the bed and grabbed by dick and started stroking it.

She brought her lips to my ear and asked me "are you complaining?? Do you want this to stop??"

"Hell No" but asked again "what the hell is going on."

She leaned over the took my cock in her mouth, then ran her tongue around my balls, causing me to moan and close my eyes to enjoy the contact. I opened them again when I felt the other side of the bed shift, and saw Sam now completely nude crawling close to me on all fours. She got close and watched my wife as she drove me crazy. I felt Sam's hand caress my thigh as my muscles strained against the restraint.

My wife took her mouth away from my cock, and looked up at me. Sam was staring at my hard on my wife said "go ahead, it won't bite you."

She then tentatively reached out and wrapped her hand around it. Lifting it up and down, testing it's limits, examining it as a child with a new toy they aren't quite sure about. As I was looking down watching Sam, my wife again brought her lips to my ear.

"Sam and Bonnie have been wanting a child for some time, and although adoption is an option they wanted to have a child of their own. They can't be sure what they are getting with a donor, but they both know you, your temperament, your medical history, and we thought YOU were the perfect donor."

Whoa... Mind Blown... Did I want this to happen?? Hell Yes... but to knock her up... maybe, with time, and discussion... so right now... No... I think... all kinds of shit was running through my mind. About that time, Sam swung her leg over me and planted her pussy on my mouth and face. My wife must have told her this was my absolute favorite turn on, a woman humping on my tongue. She smelled different from my wife, more musky, deeper scent, which went straight to my brain. Then I felt a mouth slide over my dick, and from the angle knew it had to be my wife. Then I felt a second mouth on the side of my shaft, as Sam's hips bucked and ground her sex up and down over my face. I could feel my orgasm start to build as the two mouths worked on my manhood. Unfortunately, so could my wife, and she warned Sam that they needed to back off. I was so close that the little involuntary twitches started in my penis, but they perfectly took me to the edge and then denied me.

Sam then focused on riding my face, and started bucking faster and faster, grinding harder and more urgently. Tied as I was I couldn't go anywhere, so when she suddenly shot straight upright and plastered her pussy to my face with all of her weight, wailing as if howling at the full moon, I couldn't even breath. Kept working my tongue as she flew through the wild ride of her orgasm, but at one point I literally was worried that I might suffocate... I mean... I always thought that would be the perfect way to go, but at some point the survival part of the brain kicks in. She finally relaxed and rolled off.

My wife had continued to lick and tease my cock. With the Viagra I couldn't have gone soft if my life depended on it, but she was keeping me on the edge to make sure that there was no way for me to not "do my part" in their little plan.

She said to Sam... "I think he's ready if you are."

Sam raised to her hands and knees and started crawling across the bed toward me. Then she straddled me so that I could feel the soft prickliness of her pubic hair on my dick. Sam looked at my wife and asked her "are you sure it's alright" to which she simply nodded with a sweet smile.

I chimed in and said "uhhhh don't I get a say in this??"

My wife simply said "no."

She moved to the foot of the bed, and I felt her hand grab my cock and pull it vertical. Sam leaned forward a bit, and then I felt my wife rubbing the head up and down Sam's pussy. Then the head fell into the little well at the opening of her pussy and I felt her weight settle to keep it there. My wife let go and I felt her hand stroking my balls, running her nails over my sack.

Sam looked me in the eyes and said "Thank You for doing this"

I reminded her that I hadn't said OK and that I wasn't sure at all that I wanted to do it.

She said "I know, but if we both talked to you long enough, you would probably say yes, but this way it's not your responsibility so I am going to take your seed from you and there is nothing you can do to stop it."

As she said this she was slowly sinking down on my dick inch by inch, and I felt the awesome warmth and slight spasms of her muscles as she went. I told her that I was not going to give her my seed, but was cut off in mid sentence as she had fully impaled herself on me, and then I felt something that almost made me cum right then and there. Sam wasn't moving, but it felt like someone was giving me the most awesome warm hand job or blowjob that I had ever felt. I realized that she had full muscle control and was basically milking my cock.

I had to do some mental gymnastics to keep from filling her up at that very instant. Holly shit, this was way beyond anything I had ever experienced. It actually scared me a little. I always envisioned myself in control especially during sex, but tied as I was and having my cock balls deep in a pussy that seemed to have a life of it's own, and having a beautiful woman of whom I had fantasized many times, I doubted my ability to hold back. Sam continued the milking, and it was all I could do to stay in control. Then she started slowly moving up and down which actually helped a bit as at least that was somewhat normal fucking.

My wife came up and whispered in my ear "just let it go."

I told her no. She told me that there was really nothing I could do, and I had to admit to myself that she was probably right. She reached down and started nibbling on my nipples which always drives me nuts. Sam heard me groan and apparently took that as a sign. As if she flipped a selector switch she stepped up the pace of her up and down while at the same time started the milking as she went. I tried desperately to not let go, but it was all a blur, or a buzz, or a... I didn't know what it was but the struggle inside my head was real and it was trying to tell my dick what to do but it was like one of those weird dreams where you are screaming but there is no sound coming out.

My dick took on a life of its own, and it felt like I was little more than a simple life support for it and nothing more. I looked down and saw Sam's pussy riding up and down, felt the milking, and still it seemed like I was watching this all happen from the outside. I felt the pressure building and realized that there was nothing that I could do. As the pressure built I started saying no, no, no and Sam replied yes, Yes, YES with a passion that added to the heat of the moment. My wife bit down hard on my left nipple and it distracted me for just a split second; but it was enough. I felt the whole process start, the tipping point, the point of no return whatever you want to call it but I knew in that moment that she had won. I wasn't cumming yet, and it seemed like it took forever to happen, but as she rode and milked I knew that my dick had betrayed me and there was nothing I could do.

I let out a mortal groan, and strained at the cuffs that bound me to the bed, as I started to see stars and felt the pressure release as if electricity was flowing out of my fingers and toes, at the same time I could feel the spasms and gobs of cum racing out of my dick and into her pussy. As this all happened she clamped down hard keeping me as deep as possible. Although no longer riding, she never let up on the milking and it seemed like she was drawing the very life out of me, as I lay there riding the waves of defeat and pleasure at the same time, feeling the exhaustion of orgasm taking over my body. Sam collapsed on top of me panting, feeling the rise and fall of my chest as I tried to catch my breath, but keeping me buried deeply right up against her cervix as my seed flooded her belly and no doubt were swimming toward their target.

In time Sam rolled off, and they unhooked the cuffs. My wife snuggled to my right, and Sam snuggled to my left and I was laying there trying to grasp what just happened.

My wife whispered in my ear "I Love You... thank you for doing this and not using our safe word."

Maybe I did have control, maybe I hadn't, but it was a crazy experience either way. By the way... I'm going to be and "uncle" at least that's the title I get officially.