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[So it's been a while since I touched on this story. I do still hope I have readers for it. Anyway, enjoy!]

"Please Jenn... please do my pussy..."
"No."

It's Friday morning, a little after 7, and my strap-on is once more deep inside Sarah's ass. Ever since she came over last Sunday evening, I've been making her my little anal slave. It's a little mean. She isn't as experienced with it as I am - or perhaps, I should say, she wasn't, given that I've given it to her twice a day since then. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. And now this morning. With last Sunday, that makes ten times I've used her ass to make her climax. I haven't been inside her pussy other than to get her started. She's desperate for it.

"Please Jenn... I need it..."
"If you want to come, you better finger yourself."

The strap-on I use on her is not the largest one in my collection, and I was always lube it up sufficiently. I don't want to injure her, after all. She is my best friend, even if she betrayed me for someone else. But this humiliation isn't really about that. It belongs in the past. This is about her current predicament.

Her fingers reach between her legs and she begins to rub her clit; I slow down my pace in her ass to give her a chance to climax for herself. She does, and it's magnficient. The reverse stimulation from the inward shaft entering my own sex (love these amazing sex toys!) blows me away as well and rides my pussy to pleasure.

Sarah collapses forward and I push out of her. She's panting, exhausted from the effort. She has classes in one hour; it's why we woke up so soon.

"...enjoyed it?"
"... you're mean, Jenn."
"Why thank you!"

She rolls around to her back, and I admire her curves. I'm still in love with that girl and, although we have sex, she's no longer in love with me. Oh! she still loves me a lot, but her love is confused at the moment. She dumped the best guy to ever be with her, and it's her own fault for turning him into us. I'm not saying he's blameless. I'm saying she needs to own up to her own deeds too.

"You should go..."
"Fuck my ass is on fire," she mumbles, rubbing near it.
"Not enough lube?"
"No, it was okay... just... you've been abusing it a little bit."
"Well, you seem to like it more than before."
"Force of habit, maybe..."

She stares at me.

"Why won't you climax my pussy, Jenn?"
"I told you when you agreed to this," I reply stoically. "I own your ass, not your pussy."
"You could own it too!"

I don't answer. Instead, I push her out of the bed.

"Come on. Get dressed."
"What are you doing today?" she asks.

It's almost like we're back together. Almost.

"Going out, seeing friends. Don't worry. Be home for supper and I'll cook something for your tummy..."

She heads into the shower, and I'm wondering how much more of her I can stand. I'm simply trying to avoid keeping her to myself. I want to tie her up and keep her locked in my closet, taking her out for pleasure... and that's it. I could at least have gotten her to lick me out this morning, like I did yesterday. But the moment is gone, and the day is ahead of me.

It's around noon when I meet my first friend of the day. It's been a while since I talked to her; in fact, she's actually the one who contacted me. I'm wondering why. I walk up to the table where she's ordered coffee: she's as beautiful as the day we split up. What is it with my exes these days?

"Prissy..."
"Jennifer! Hi!"

She gets up and gives me a big hug. We didn't part on the best of terms. In fact, we had a blowout. She said she didn't want me to do porn, and I said I would. I did. We broke up. Now, I'm wondering what she wants.

"I'm so glad you came..."
"Well, I wasn't sure what you wanted so..."
"I wanted to apologize."

I'm stumped. I didn't think a girl like that ever apologized. It takes me back to a few weeks ago to a conversation with my adoptive siblings, and the things we said. Seems like everything in my life is coming full circle.

"...about what?"
"About what I said. I'm so sorry for the judgment and... listen, I was unfair to you, and I can't let that slide."
"Well, I forgive you. I've moved on," I tell her.
"...for the better?"

I think of all that's happened, and I have to agree that my life is improving. What's happening between Sarah and Jim is a foil but it's not mine. It's theirs.

"Yes. And, before you ask, I did do porn. Real, live-action, boys and girls, porn."
"And you enjoyed it?"
"... I did."
"Good for you."

Her comments seem sincere. At least, she's not being hypocritical.

"Things have happened to me too..." she confides, and I wonder what she has to say. "I'm... in a new relationship with a girl. Her name is Suzy. I dated her way back when, right before dating you... we hooked up again."
"That's nice for you."
"And do you have someone?" she turns the question on me.
"No. Yes. A fuck-friend. A former girlfriend too. And her not-so boyfriend. I'm hooking up with him later for a quick fuck. You know them, actually. You met them at the party in March. Sarah and Jim."
"Oh wow! So you're fucking both of them."
"Yeah. So?"
"Nothing. It's cool... to be fully honest, while Suzy's my real girlfriend, we've both been getting involved with the bondage scene. Long story. We have our four regular boys that come and fuck the shit out of us every weekend. Plus a few others."
"Wow... looks like you've evolved."
"Yeah, and I realize I was really whack with you so..."

I suddenly smile at her.

"So you're here to make amends?" I ask.
"Yes..."
"Would that involve fucking me?"

She is somewhat surprised by my suggestion but doesn't seem displeased by it.

"Maybe... though I have to ask Suzy, but she probably wouldn't mind. We're a team in this."
"I'd love to meet your girlfriend."
"And she'd love to meet you, I'm sure."

I remember how crazy in bed Prissy can be. I'm wet just thinking about it.

"What about our four boys?" she asks me in return. "I'm sure they'd be delighted to fuck a porn star... or is that too forward?"
"No... I like that idea. We could make it a date."
"Three of us and four of them? I like those odds," she laughs.
"Actually, might bring in two more... Sarah and Jim... just need to organize it."

Prissy stares blankly at the wall for a moment.

"We usually do it at this bondage nightclub. There's private rooms and a stage."
"Invite only?"
"Sort of. I'm tight with one of the main... performers," she hints.
"Let's get something done," I reply.

Suddenly, the details are unfolding before us faster than we can spell them out. They come together, and I realize there's one piece of the puzzle missing which I need to address. I'm tempted to try to drag Prissy back to my place so we can fuck, but that will have to wait. Besides, she does need to get her girlfriend's consent, apparently.

"Can't believe we're planning this again," Prissy says.
"What's wrong with planning?"
"Nothing... to be honest, it's probably better than improvising. Gives us more control."
"And you're certain that bondage place will allow us..."
"Sure... although... there is a an expectation of visual performance..."
"How?"
"Well... in the main room, there's a stage."
"We'll see..."

We finish lunch and head out, each in our own direction; if all plays out, we'll be seeing (and doing) each other real soon.

The rest of the afternoon flies by until I get to Jim's place. He lets me in and I start stripping the moment I'm past the door.

"...no foreplay?" he stares.
"I've been thinking of your cock in my ass all day," I goad him on.
"Must say I've been thinking the same."

We first met again on Monday when I ambushed him. We met on Wednesday and I let him pound me hard then too. We're doing it again today. Jim has become a great lover - I'm sure Sarah has contributed a lot to this. Recently, though, he's a little cold, very bitter about Sarah leaving him. This is revenge sex for him, so I let him debase me. A little. I'm still in charge, as far as everything is concerned, but it's nice to give men the illusion they're in control. They like it.

He gets hard fast and he stays hard; he dips into my pussy only to get my wetness on his shaft before he begins riding my ass. He's still wearing a condom, but I feel him just as hard. I play with myself while he desperately seeks to empty his balls after a long day's work. I don't even know if he really cares who he's fucking. I think, at this point, he doesn't even bother anymore with the details. He's become primal. I can sense that he's hurting, that he's angry at Sarah, and that he's taking it out on me. I absolutely adore it.

It doesn't last though. The moment he's spent, he winds down and falls to his side, exhausted. I haven't come so I tease myself to pleasure. It doesn't even draw a reaction from him. He hasn't even taken off the condom. He's definitely in a slump. I think back on how Sarah is feeling. These two need to get it out in the open, fuck each other one more time to see if they can get back together, and either reconnect or move on. I need to make it happen.

I will make it happen.