How to get Bi, Part 2 [MM] [MF]

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b8n551/how_to_get_bi_mm_mmf)

Part 2 doesn’t have any [MM], but it certainly primed my pump for it. It’s the story of Mel and I basically competing to out-do eachother.

A few things happened between our first experience with Melody and when Chris and I first fucked. I’ll go through them briefly so you have some of the backstory, because I think the evolution of our relationship will add a lot.

After the night where Chris basically made me cum inside Melody, I talked with both of them. Melody and I agreed that we should have gone further. I couldn’t imagine how his cock would have felt in place of his fingers. She wanted even more.

Melody brought out a totally different side of me. Limits became a competition. I remember a one upping conversation we had:

She wanted to 69 him while I ate her ass. I wanted to fuck her ass instead. She wanted to be double penetrated. I countered, saying I wanted to share her pussy with him at the same time. She wanted both of us to cum in her pussy at the same time…together.

This took me back. The concept was next-level. I remember her digging into the idea. She asked if I would ever touch him sexually – isn’t sharing one of her holes sexual? I had admitted that I was attracted to that idea. I couldn’t really backtrack at this point – she had caught me in a grey area. If I was comfortable fucking her while his cock was stimulating mine, is it a stretch to remove her from the equation?

This started a chain reaction of thought that I would never forget. I thought of my history with Chris. Could I go further with him? Remembering when he smiled with his fingers touching me through Melody…when he jacked off with me next to him in bed…I knew he had no reservations. It was up to me to take it to the next level.

My history with Melody is extensive and probably wilder than my history with Chris. From here, we started testing eachother for kinks. We bought toys and got to work. She was a size queen, and while i’m admittedly not huge, we made up for it with dildos and eventually my fist.

Still, to this day, I haven’t seen a woman so responsive and overtaken when she was being opened up. It was a primal addiction for her. If I didn’t have my fingers, a toy, or a plug inside of any of her holes while we fucked, she would do it herself. She would send pictures of her in the college bathroom wearing a plug so she would stay open for me.

When we met once she had been wearing a plug for the duration of a three hour class. She came over to my house afterwards, since my parents were at work. As soon as I let her in the door, she pulled up her dress, reached around, removed the plug, and dropped to all fours. She looked over her shoulder at me, and held up four fingers. without saying a word, she put the plug in her mouth, arched her back, and put her face on the floor. The gutteral, primal moan she made when I effortlessly slid four fingers in her ass will stick in my mind as long as I live. She was absolutely insatiable.

She became obsessed with the idea of playing with my ass. I had some reservations at first. I didn’t want to go as far as her, and I knew she wanted me to. She was convinced I would like it as much as she did. We started slow. I have to admit that I practiced a bit on myself to prepare for it – fingers in the shower, mostly.

The night we agreed we would first try a plug on me, we started the night with a movie (eyes wide shut) at her apartment. We smoked a bit, which changed the mood a lot. I wore basketball shorts with nothing underneath, and she wore yoga pants with a plug in her ass underneath. She insisted she needed to so she would be ready for later. I had shaved my ass completely and ‘cleaned up’ at her request. We wanted to be ready for anything.

Spooning on the couch, we got to the scene in the movie where Tom Cruise got to the mansion for the first time. Melody started to squirm next to me, saying she was adjusting, and I could feel her push her plug up against my groin. She smiled, saying “that’s better”, and went back to watching the movie. I could feel her pushing the plug out and pulling it back in with her ass, which made me hard pretty quickly.

She kept this up for a few minutes before getting up to use the bathroom. I was rock hard even when she came back with a glass of ice water – she noticed and straddled me, saying we might be more comfortable in another position. She told me to lay on my stomach and she spooned me on her side, her back to the couch, one hand propping her head, and one hand on the small of my back.

This didn’t last long. Melody obviously had an ulterior motive when getting me into this position. She slid her hand under my shorts and right to my ass. She started massaging my hole with two fingers. “You need to relax…just let me take over”. I started to loosen up, and we kept watching the movie. Not five minutes later, I had spread my legs a bit and she had worked some spit into her hands while rubbing me. I was throbbing.

I don’t remember it feeling particularly “good” – but I remember in perfect clarity what was going through my mind as I became more turned on. I remember wanting to be a slut. I remember not caring if it felt good. My perversions made me want to be a toy for someone else to use. Melody was right – I wanted everything at that moment. I wanted to be made to love it for whoever wanted it…Melody, or even Chris. This was part of my training. My sexual mind was never the same after this.

I told her we should stop pretending to watch the movie. She moved down to my shorts, pulled them down, and dove into my ass with her tongue. She made the same deep growling moans she made when i used her ass. I opened my eyes to the part of the movie where the men in masks watched over naked women while standing in a circle in a temple. I wanted to be anyone in that room.

She suffocated herself trying to fuck my ass with her tongue. In between breaths she would say the filthiest things I’ve ever heard – “I need to be deeper in you” was one that sticks in my mind. I believe she really wanted it. I was covered in saliva before she started fingering me. She laid on her back and said, “ride my face while I open you up. Here are the rules – if you want more fingers, choke me with it. If you want me to go deeper, fuck my throat faster”.

She started with one finger and put the tip of me in her mouth. She started lifting her head to get me in her mouth, and hooked her finger inside of me. I felt pressure followed by warmth. She stopped sucking – “push back on me, it will feel better”. I contracted, and felt the tension release. I used two short thrusts into her throat to tell her I wanted it deeper.

She went up a knuckle, and I pumped again. With constant pressure, she pushed her finger completely into me. I loved it. “You need to be wetter, and deeper” she said. She removed her finger, and I could hear her move her mouth on it, lubing it. Unbelievably fucking crazy. She put it back inside of me, and repeated the process – licking her finger and putting it back. I felt myself opening up and asked her for more. “That’s not how you ask, remember?” she said.

I bottomed out in her throat. She didn’t even gag. I felt her tongue come out of her mouth and touch the base of the underside of my cock. After two or three seconds, I felt her spit pooling around the connection of me and her lips. I pulled out and she gasped. I felt two fingers enter me, and she started moving her mouth on my cock again. I was in heaven. She started moving in and out, slowly.

This pattern kept up for what seemed like an eternity. She would spin her fingers in me, with her other hand over my legs grasping my back, using it to pull her mouth up and down on me. After I was accustomed to two fingers, I asked for three using her rule, and she obliged. She was right. I wanted more than I was humanly capable of taking. I would have done anything that night.

She knew I was ready for the plug. Even if I wasn’t, she wanted to get fucked. We took a breather and I drank her glass of water. She grabbed a small plug from her bag, purchased for me, and asked it if was OK. I thought it was way too small – maybe two inches long. Her fingers were bigger.

She suggested hers, moving over to the couch where I was sitting. She straddled me and asked what I thought. She was much, much more experienced. I asked how big it was – “I don’t know…let’s see” she said, and she reached behind and pulled it out of herself. it was probably 3.5-4 inches, but that’s not what worried me – it looked really, really wide. I had to have it in me.

I told her I wanted it in me now. The thought that it was just inside of her was so exciting. I got on my knees on the couch and hung my ass over the side. She got on her knees on the floor and spread my ass, attempting to insert her tongue. I told her to stop fucking around. She smiled.

With the tip, I first felt a small amount of pressure – nothing more than what I had already experienced. But as she pushed, and as I pushed back, I felt myself accepting it. I wanted all of it. When it got past its largest circumference, she started pulling it out – never going all the way in. Melody did this over, and over, and over again. She said it was “fucking beautiful” and ran her teeth along my ass. Eventually, she left it in. I was dripping precum from edging for the past two or so hours. She wanted me inside of her, and I obliged.

Making love like this was amazing. While we seemed to enjoy the quasi- s/m play of the night, ultimately it became very intimate. It’s amazing how you can do something so extremely perverse for most people and still find intimacy and a connection in it. The pressure of the plug and the warmth of her around me as we moved in and out of eachother was amazing. We never stopped looking into each other’s eyes when we were face to face. We were mentally locked in the moment and in eachother. I would have done absolutely anything she wanted.

Fingers were everywhere, tongues were everywhere, and toys were everywhere. I found love in everything we did.

When we came, she was straddling me on the floor, with me sitting up on the plug. Her left hand was on the floor, with me in her ass. (Chris and I tried to repeat this moment with some success). She had four fingers from her right hand in her pussy, pushing on my cock through her vaginal wall. I held her sitting up against me with one hand while the other was on the ground behind me. With every thrust, I felt the plug. I lost myself in her, orgasming while kissing her deeply. I filled her. She contracted around me, desperate to hold me inside of her.

We sat like this for a moment before collapsing and falling asleep. the next morning, the plug was on the bedside table, and she was in the bathroom. I said good morning, to which she replied “you should hang onto our toy. I think you’ll use it”.

So this is pretty much the back story of how I was exposed to anal and how I got my own first “Toy”. This is one of those memories that has shaped my sexuality pretty profoundly.

I have a lot more stories with Melody. In our sexual relationship, she was more experienced, so from a s/m perspective, I was more of an “s”. She trained me, essentially. I have lots of stories (with Chris included) where I was in charge. I am kind of a switch, and like to feel like an object sometimes and like to give direction other times.

My next story will be about when we moved away later that fall to live in the dorms at college. That’s when things really began.

Questions in the comments or PM’s are welcome!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b8tfjz/how_to_get_bi_part_2_mm_mf