Kristen's Request

"Okay, I'm in," Dan said after careful consideration. It was an unusual request, for him, anyway, but it seemed a worthwhile endeavor and could see no reason not to agree. "He's down with it?"

Kristen blushed a little, a sheepish look stealing away the excited lust in her eyes.

Dan nodded. "He doesn't know about it." This made thinks a more uncertain, but there was also a certain amount of excitement in the prospect. "First time?"

"Yeah," she said, the lusty look returning in an instant. She was hungry with desire, the mere thought of it getting her hot.

Dan crossed his arms over his broad chest, his fingers slowly caressing his goatee as he thought. He noticed, with no small amount of satisfaction, that Kristen's eyes quickly raced across his arms and shoulders, drinking in the shape of his muscled limbs. For a second, her gaze followed his form down to his stomach, perhaps wondering what his body looked like under his shirt, and then her eyes tumbled down a little further, a bit curious about what was under his pants as well.

Dan was glad for the look-over, proud that he had a body worth checking out. He worked hard enough to keep it that way. He wasn't a tightly chiseled male model, but he had always been on the large side, and worked at making sure it was muscle that bulged under his clothing.

Kristen was a fine looking woman herself, cute face, nice curvy body, short and sweet and bounding with energy. She seemed to attack each task and project with zeal and enthusiasm, a trait that attracted him to her in the first place. And she was easy to talk to, a pleasant conversationalist and a good wit to match. After working together for a few months, they had become fast friends. The fact that she had a boyfriend had deterred any furthering of their relationship, no matter how much Dan would have loved to have done that, until now. Recently their casual flirting had taken a shocking, almost lewd, turn; Dan was actually wondering just how playful Kristen was being and how much was really a come-on. And now she had just dropped the bomb.

"Okay, I'm in."

Kristen practically squealed with delight and clapped her hands excited. "Great! So, you're okay for tonight? After work?"

"Yeah, just like you said. I'm in."

She bit her lip in anticipation as she peered up into his eyes. "I can't wait! Oh god, I think I'm going to soak my panties having to wait until them." Realizing what she had said, Kristen covered her mouth with her hands, a bit embarrassed by her out burst.

Dan grinned at her. That cute expression, her not-so-subtle way with words - how could he resist that. But still, there was more to this. "Just remember. I want something out of this too."

"You're not getting enough as it is?" she asked, not insulted but a little curious. "What more do you want?"

He gave her a smile and a look that told her exactly what he wanted. She smiled back and turned away, giving him a play wiggle of her sexy rump to tantalize his eyes. She knew what he wanted and she was teasing him with it. "We'll see how everything goes, first. If I'm satisfied, you'll have it."

Dan's eyes stayed locked on her swaying ass as she sauntered away. Really, he would have done it without her hinted promise of more, but he was glad he had pressed his agenda. After all, he had been watching that ass for over a year, now, and his mind had come up with all kinds of fun ideas - he had to try.

* * * *

Dan stood at the bar, beer in hand, surveying the room. There were a few ladies about dressed provocatively, out on the prowl maybe, and a few of them cast eyes in his direction, but it seemed that Kristen's presents at his side deterred anything more than casual looks. Of course, he had never had much experience with women simply approaching him - not in bars like this anyway. Some of the other places he hung out, women were a little more aggressive, but out at a regular bar like this, mostly he received lingering, inviting gazes, usually more then he was receiving now since he was with Kristen. He was a fairly handsome guy, or so he had been told.

And then Michael walked in. He glanced around the bar, his eyes searching them out, and Kristen waved excitedly to get his attention. Dan raised his mug in a friendly salute as he walked over to join them and placed ordered for a beer his the bartender was already at hand.

Michael and Kristen kissed, though fleetingly, when he finally worked his way to them at the bar. He shook Dan's hand, warmly greeting Kristen's co-worker as he always did. The two had met several times before at company functions and even socially like tonight. How could them not? Dan and Kristen worked side-by-side all day and were pretty close friends. Any boyfriend would want to meet the guy, either to get to know him or size up a potential rival. Fortunately, at least in Dan's head, the two got along famously from their first meeting.

"Ordered you a beer," Dan remarked as Michael glanced around for the bartender.

"Great! But I thought this was supposed to be an office happy hour. It's just the two of you!"

Kristen rolled her eyes and sighed, sipping her martini. Dan chuckled and shook his head. "Office politics, man. It sucks. Megan was in, then made other plans. Joe just wanted to come to hit on Megan, so he backed out when she wasn't coming. Of course, Frank then backed out 'cause he's good friends with Joe and Joe the only one Frank's wife knows, and so they don't want to come if Joe wasn't showing up. Somehow Anthony caught wind of it and decided he was coming despite no one inviting him. Already down four people, that makes a small group, and no one wants to be around Anthony in a small group - you can't get anyway from the arrogant prick - so everyone else dropped out. Hearing that the happy hour feel through, Anthony wasn't showing up, and so it was down to me and Kristen and she said you were already planning on meeting us here, so we figured we'd make a night of it. Been a while since we hung out after work."

Michael laughed. "God, office politics. What a load of crap." His beer arrived and he snatched it up and sipped it a bit.

"I'm on my third," Dan stated with a sly smirk to Kristen on the side. He chugged his drink down, set it on the bar and nodded to the bartender for another. "Sorry, fourth. You need to catch up."

Michael looked over at Kristen; he wasn't really asking her permission, but he figured it was a good idea to check with her before seating her with the designated driver position. "Sure, go ahead," she said, sounding a little put out, but it was obviously sarcastic, "you two be manly man and drink beer until you can't stand up straight and I have to drive us all home."

Michael kissed her on the cheek as a way of saying thanks. He raised his glass to Dan and then began to chug his beer down. The rest would not go so quickly, but Michael would catch up soon enough.

Except that it was a lie. All of it. There had never been an office happy hour planned, and Dan was only now picking up his second beer, not his fourth. But Michael didn't know that, and he gladly try to catch up with Dan's falsely stated two beer lead. They ordered appetizers and then dinner, all the while Dan and Michael drank away. Dan could drink his companion under the table any time, but Michael was at least two beers a head, and when they started ordering pitchers, Dan made sure Michael was getting the majority of it. By the end of the evening, Dan didn't even need to act drunk, Michael was to wasted to notice the difference.

But it was under the pretenses that he was too drunk to drive home that Dan was invited over to Kristen's apartment to crash for the night. Both of them left their cars at the bar and rode with Kristen back to her place where Dan pretty much carried Michael up the stairs and into the apartment.

Dan made a quick run to the bathroom to relieve himself of some of his beer, and when he returned to the living room, he was unsurprised to find Kristen's blouse already off, her black lacy bra still cupping her soft breasts into curving peeks of delicate beauty and her matching Brazilian panties cupping her rounded hips enticingly, alluringly. She was kissing Michael on the neck, her hands caressing the hardening tool still tucked in his jeans, but Dan could still make out the bulge under her fingers. Michael's hands were fumbling around, trying to caress, but failing.

Dan caught her eye, her smile, and she nodded. Dan moved up to the couple, coming up behind Michael and wrapping both of them in his thick arms. His hands stroked the bare skin of Kristen's back and he leaned in and planted a peck on Michael's neck.

He heard Kristen groan, a deep throaty sound that revealed how much even that little peck turned her on, and when Michael repeated the sound a moment later, Dan had little doubt that Kristen's hand was being a little more intent upon his cock.

It took Michael a little while to realize he was the focus of two people, and his head slumped drunkenly to Dan and he slurred out, "Imm not gay."

Dan chuckled. "Neither am I," he replied, which was true. He was not gay. Nor was he bi - he had little interest in men other then purely for sexual pleasure, which made him a hedonist to the core. Dan was an experienced swinger, having had men and women for partners in varying quantities over the years, and had been in more than a small number of threesomes and orgies, and such teasing tales had inspired Kristen to this idea, this little seduction plan, and Dan knew exactly what she wanted from this.

"Kiss him," Dan heard her whisper to Michael, who groaned again as her hand squeezed his cock.

Beyond the point of truly rational thought, or maybe just to that place where inhabitations were gone and one could for the first time enjoy absolute pleasures of life that years of social constructions deemed inappropriate for no good reason, Michael did lean in and lock his lips on Dan's. Dan thought that it must have been the first time he had ever kissed another guy, for there was no passion in it, only hesitation and reserve. He wasn't insulted. He would teach Michael that there was no difference between one should kiss a man or woman.

Dan took control, then, and opened up the kiss, adding heat to it, adding desire, and Michael slowly responded, most likely having forgotten that it was another man he was kissing. Kristen was practically panting, her lust was burning so hot, and Dan felt her slip down past his fingers. In a moment, Michael's pants her gone and he was moaning into Dan's mouth.

It was easy enough for Dan to look down at Kristen, seeing how much bigger he was than her boyfriend. As he expected, she was on her knees, sucking and bobbing her head up and down Michael's cock, but her eyes were locked on their faces as the two men kissed. She had admitted that particular kink to him just the other day, and it seemed that she had not exaggerated the power of this kink on her; her eyes were smoldering, and the intensity with which she was going down on Michael was incredible. Dan had never once witnessed a blow job quite like it - it was an incredible turn on for him to see just how hot she was.

Still standing behind Michael, Dan reached around and unbuttoned the drunk man's shirt, tossing it aside when it was undone. He took a moment to strip himself before kneeling down behind Michael. He planted his first kiss on Michael's bum, then gave a soft bite to the tender flesh. Michael moaned his delight, his hand resting on the back of Dan's head, a sign for him to continue.

Dan went slowly, knowing that the build up often inflated the reward, but he, himself, was eager to proceed, and soon enough he had his face buried inbetween Michael's ass cheeks, his tongue flickering out to slither slowly up his anal valley. The tip of Dan's tongue wiggled from side to side and he drew the moist organ up and up through Michael's ass, slipping across the man's puckered anus for the briefest of moments before continuing the apex of his ass, and then Dan moved his mouth back down, once more licking out ever bit of flesh until his tongue was lapping at the back of Michael's balls.

He continued this journey through Michael rear, up and down between his sweet ass cheeks, several times, and with each passage through, he lingered moments longer at Michael's opening, spending a few more seconds lapping and kissing at the prize of his ass.

Dan didn't only focus on Michael, though. His hand slid between Michael's legs and squeezed Kristen's breast, his fingers inspecting the soft mound for her nipple, then giving it a bit of a pinch when he had located the hard bud. He spent some moments teasing her tits through her bra, but then he roughly pulled it down and exposed her boobs his seeking hand.

Her own hand reached back and took his cock in her palm and she began to stroke. He heard her moan of appreciation as she slid her fingers from tip to shaft and then wrapped it into her fist - she seemed to marvel at the length and girth of his member and from what Dan had seen of it, while Michael was no slouch in the endowment department, he still did not stack up to Dan's swollen cock, a trait that often got Dan invited to swinger parties even when he came without a girl.

Dan ended his little game; he was horny as hell and not much in the mood for teasing at this point. In his current state, Michael was pretty much up for anything, it seemed, and the slow tantalizing pace was more of a waste of time at this party. His mouth latched right onto Michael's asshole, licking and sucking at the crinkled flesh, his pent up desire giving urgency to actions. Michael's legs were shaking, now, growing weak from the pleasures that wracked his body.

Dan knew if he came now, the game was over. Drunk as he was, there was little chance of Michael being up for anything more, and that was not what any of them wanted. Dan gave Kristen a little push, and then another when she did not react right away. She got his message then, and though he regretted the loss of her hand on his rigid cock, Dan knew it was for the best when she pulled away.

Dan lingered some moments longer, his tongue fiercely pushing against Michael's anus, the tip swirling around the skin, licking up every morsel of tasted and texture it could find before dipping back into the puckered entrance, trying to dive in to the clenching portal of his shitter. Tight and hot, that's how it felt to Dan's tongue, and those were exactly what Dan wanted - tight and hot.

There were hands on his cock again, two of them, but this time they came from behind him, up between his legs. While they were caressing and pumping his shaft, Dan knew their true intent - Kristen had a squirted lubrication into her hands and was now slathering Dan's cock with the stuff, getting him slicked up in preparation for the moments ahead. Her hard nipples poked into his back and her fiery breath flashed across his ears as she pressed in close to his body.

Dan took one of her hands in his, getting his fingers slicked up with the slippery ooze, and then he raised that lube-coated digit up to Michael's rear entrance and slowly pressed in. Already slick with saliva and relaxed from alcohol and the long rimming, Michael's anus yawned open, easily admitting the single finger inside; a long moan issuing forth from both Michael and Kristen at the penetration of his anus.

Kirsten's hands squeezed hard on Dan's thick cock and she pumped him in time with his finger's probing, long slow stroked to emulate the deep fingering. Her face was on Dan's shoulder, her lusty eyes locked fast on her boyfriend's ass as it gobbled up Dan's finger. He couldn't believe how hot this was getting her.

He withdrew his finger, holding Michael's ass cheeks apart with his other hand so that they could both watch the sphincter slowly seal back up. Kristen's breath grew heavier at the site; Dan knew exactly what she wanted to see, and he whispered to her, "That was nothing," as drew his finger back towards her face.

She leaned in and sucked his used finger into her mouth, her tongue swirling and licking hungrily at the skin, desperate for the taste of it in her mouth. He did not giver her long to suck on it, before returning his finger back to Michael's rear, but this time, he worked two fingers inside, pushing them deeper and deeper into Micahel's rectum, down to the knuckles. Michael was moaning and sighing like a porn star, and Kristen was mirroring the sounds.

Dan withdrew his fingers, and once more presented them to Kristen for cleansing; she was rubbing her cunt with one hand and stroking Dan's cock with the other as she languished on his fingers, sucking them hard, like candy. She was humping Dan's back with her body as she did it, so lost in her lust she was probably unaware of it.

After a few moments, Dan removed his fingers and whispered for her to take a seat. She squealed in delight and disappeared behind him, and Dan drew himself up to his feet again, once more standing behind Michael. He took Michael's waist in his hands and shifted them both into a better position, with Michael leaning over the back of one of the plush chairs in the living room.

Dan looked up at Kristen. She was across from them in an easy chair, able to see them from the side, an excellent view for her show. She was naked, her legs spread out, her knees hooked on the arms of the easy chair, displaying her sex to the room. She was lounged back so that Dan had a good shot of both her shaved cunt and her perky ass. One hand was already stroking her pussy, rubbing small circles around her clit as she watched. The other hand held a long, thick butt plug, which she was lowering to her ass even as he watched her - he was impressed by the thickness of the toy; it seemed so large for her body. Which made it all the more hot for him to see her impale her ass with the monstrous toy.

Dan lined up his cock with Michael's asshole and started pressing the tip in, pushing slowly. Michael's anus stretched easily, and Dan has little problem getting his tip started. He turned to Kristen, watching as she began to press the plug against her ass, moving with the same, slow deliberation that he was. And just as his eyes were locked on her ass, hers where on Michael's, taking in the wonderful spectacle of seeing her boyfriend having his ass fucked.

Michael's was tight, so very tight on Dan's shaft as he pressed his cock inward, deeper and deeper. Michael was groaning and pushing back, forcing his ass downwards on Dan's tool. He was panting, too, and mumbling, but Dan couldn't make it out. His attention was on Kristen as she grunted with effort and pushed the plug up inside of her. For a moment, he though she would fail to get the entire girth inside, but she pushed harder and leaned forward to get her weight on it. With a cry of delight, her ass was forced open and the mighty plug slipped inside. She shuddered for a second as rippled of pleasure coursed through her.

Michael's ass pressed hard into Dan's thighs; his cock was truly buried deep inside the other man's rectum, now, and Dan took a moment to enjoy the heat against his cock, the tight ring of flesh that message the base of his shaft. It was such a lovely feeling, having his cock up inside another person's shit chute.

"Fuck him!" The words were husk, a breath command of one so enveloped in passion and lust she could not rouse her voice completely. Kristen was rubbing her cunt with one hand and pressing in on the plug with the other, wiggling the base of the plug to stimulate her insides.

Michael looked over at her, a confused look on his face. Dan chuckled, guessing that his was the first time Michael noticed his girlfriend wasn't even touching him. Dan would have to make him forget that fact.

Dan pulled back slowly, knowing that the best way to make this enjoyable for Michael was to give his ass time to get used to the large cock now buried up his shit box. The first few stroked were long, lengthy plows that made Michael moan and Kristen squeal. Dan found it amusing that she was enjoying the show so much she was pratically cumming every time his cock was fully driven in to her boyfriends ass.

He picked up the pace, though, with every hump. At first, Michael just stood there doing his best to on his feet and not be knocked forward from the fucking, but after a few moments, he was easing himself into rhythm, pushing back against the cock invading his body as Dan pushed it inside. All the while Kristen was calling out to them, telling Dan to fuck Michael harder and faster, deeper, to pack his shit and plow his ass hard. She was getting dirtier by the moment, but it spurred Dan on and drove him to the heights of lust. Soon he was fucking his cock up into Michael with all this strength and weight, practically lifting the smaller man off his feet with ever thrust. And Michael responded in kind, doing his best to match Dan's strength and vigor, though drunk as he was, it was not even close.

Dan was getting close to cumming. Michael was so hot and tight around his cock, and with Kristen in the background spewing forth her dirty words and crying out in pure desire, well, it was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. But he was not ready for that, not yet. There was more he wanted to do, more of a show he had to put on for Kristen.

He stopped and slowly withdrew, which, to his great amusement, elicited a moan of disappointment from both of them. But Dan ignored them, knowing what he had in store was much better for all, and they just needed patience.

Dan found the lube easily enough; Kristen had it on the coffee table, though she favored him with a queer look when he scooped it up. Dan smiled at her and winked before returning Michael. He began to squirt the watery stuff all over Michael's rear, making sure to send the stream cascading into the slightly gaping hole of Michael ass. Dan smeared it around, then applied more, and more still, until both his hand and the whole of Michael's buttocks glistened with the stuff.

Dan slid in one finger, then a second, a third, and a fourth, each gliding in to Michael's ass with oiled ease. He tucked his thumb up into his hand and began to push. It was slow going, but Michael's used anus was opening for the hand, spreading wider and wider to accept the huge thing that was demanding entrance.

Kristen was calling out to Michael, "Push back, honey. Take his hand in your ass. God, that's so fucking hot. Do it, Dan. Fist his fucking ass. God do it, do it!"

She was cumming hard then, as Michael pushed back, grunting with the effort of it, and Dan thrust forward. Dan was sure Michael would be a bit sore in the morning - usually he liked to go slower then that, especially on the first time, but Kristen's words had gotten both men so stirred up they ended up rushing it. A woman calling out in the thralls of orgasm was too powerful for either to deny.

Michael was panting from the effort; Dan balled his hand into a fist and started to pump away, pushing in and pulling out against Michael's sphincter. He was only pull just enough so that Michael's anus would being to yawn open before thrusting back in. Michael's ass gripped tightly around Dan's wrist, the muscle quivering from the incredible invasion.

Michael was swaying on his feet, and if Dan could see his eyes, he was sure they would be lulled back up into his head. Dan knew the feeling of being fisted up the ass, knew the experience was out of this world, mind altering in the fullness and incredible delight of it. Like being drunk or high off of pleasure alone. Michael was experiencing that high for the first time ever, and it was washing across him like waves on the sandy shores.

Dan pumped faster and harder, stretching Michael out a little more either every pull and diving back a little deeper with every push. It was hot inside Michael's body, and a little muddy, Dan could tell. He was an experienced ass diver enough to know his hand was not coming out clean, but it didn't bother him at all - that was part of the thrill.

Michael was going close to cumming again, Dan could hear it in his voice. And while he loved making men cum this way - loved the way the ass clutched and spasmed around his wrist during orgasm, and even more loved the idea of making men cum without touching their cocks - he was not about to end the night like that. He pulled back, this time withdrawing his hand completely from the hot flesh of Michael's stretched out anus.

As he though, his hand was dark with shit-stained lube and streaked with brown stripes, but he was unconcerned. He turned Michael's body so that his rear was facing Kirsten, and with his clean hand, he pulled apart Michael's ass to show off the gaping red hole of Michael's bum. It was bright crimson, now, from all the abuse, and when spread, was just a vast void, a wide opening into Michael's body.

Kristen was panting in lust and rubbing hard with both hands, still teasing both her ass and cunt as wanked away to the show. She was mad with desire, the sight before her overpowering her and driving her into a frenzy. Dan held his hand out to her, his filth hand, and she practically fell out of her chair as she lunged for his flesh. She was on the floor next to him, on her knees, her hands still working ass and cunt alike. Her tongue lapped across his palm, lapping up the mess that lingered there one stroke after another. She drove her tongue between his fingers, seeking out ever last bit of flavor, and took each digit in turn into her mouth to suck it clean.

She was wild, out of her mind in her desire, and see that, Dan was rising to her levels. Having her lick his hand clean was driving him mad, his cock shaking with the need for release. When her mouth had done its work, Dan stood and stepped up behind Michael. With one solid stroke, he thrust his cock back into Michael's ass. Hotter then before, but not quite as tight, it was still an incredible feeling around his shaft as Dan began to fuck in earnest.

He was fucking hard and fast, and Kristen urged his on with words and with a bite on his ass. She was howling for him to go faster and fuck harder, and he obeyed, no longer caring what Michael wanted or how it felt to him. Dan only wanted to get off, and he knew his actions were fueling Kristen's own climax. Michael be damned, he and Kristen needed to cum! Kristen's mouth was all over him, licking his cock and balls when he pulled out from Michael's ass or lapping at his own shitter when he was pumping in. Her tongue was all over him, lathering his body with her saliva.

She came first, screaming out her pleasure as she lapped at Dan's ass. He made one final thrust, burying his tool as deep into Michael's rectum as he could; Kristen's tongue was licking and slurping against his quivering ass as he came, firing his hot load deep into Michael's shitter.

Kristen's tongue never slowed throughout her climax, and even as Dan's cock began to wilt inside Michael's body, her mouth continued to massage his bumhole. He pulled out, the last of his cum dripping from his cock onto the pouty red hole of Michael's used ass. When he stepped back, Kristen took his place, sucking up those drops of cum. Her tongue swirled around Michael's anus, soothing the angry red flesh and licking up every drop of Dan's jism. She latched her mouth on to Michael's ass and sucked, trying to draw out the spooge deep inside his anal cavity.

Dan watched for a time, loving the sound of her mouth slurping his ass and the way it mingled with Michael's own drunken moans of pleasure. He was getting hard again, which was not surprising, as he watched Kristen work so desperately to fletch the cum from her boyfriends battered rear.

Dan grapped a fistful of her hair and pulled her mouth away. Her lips were tainted brown for the oozing santorum, and her tongue was still desperately licking as he pulled her back. He turned her slightly and thrust her mouth onto his cock. She moaned her delight as he forced his dick into her hungry mouth. She sucked on it, bobbing her head back and forth along the dirty shaft, her tongue seeking out the filthy streaks of crap that covered his tool.

After a few moments, he pulled her head back off of his and pushed her face into Michael's ass, which had begun to leak a small stream of brown cum. Kristen was in a daze, her mouth going wherever Dan placed it and lapping at whatever was there that her tongue could find. He noticed his cock was not yet clean, her licks had been gentle, not strong enough to clean, only to taste and savor. And so, after a few moments, he moved her head once more to his cock and held it there so she could take his dirty member into her mouth and enjoy it for a little longer.

Time and again he steered her head with a fistful of hair from his cock to Michael's dirty ass and back, and her moans of delight and lustful pantings only grew louder and heavier. She was hornier then ever, so on fire with her needs she was almost unaware of what was happening around her. He kept her licking and sucking long past the point when his cock was clean and Michael's ass was empty; it was so hot to watch and only spurred on her desire, he couldn't help but keep it going.

He was hard again, and he knew Michael needed release, too. Two men, one horny slut - the choice was easy. Dan pulled Kristen up to her feet by her hair; it made her squeak a bit in pain, but from the look in her eyes, he knew it turned her on all the more. He didn't release her from his grip, either. He took Michael by the shoulder and guided him away from the chair, pulling Kristen along behind him as he went.

Kristen had a large bed, and it was easy enough to push Michael towards. The drunk man sat down on the edge and stared up at Dan, his eyes unable to focus, but his cock was still hard, so Dan doubted he was too far gone. He had probably sobered up quite a bit during the last hour or so.

Dan told Michael to lie down, and he did so, flopping onto his back on the mattress. Dan yanked Kristen around hard and tossed her on the bed on top of Michael. He pulled her up onto her knees, her crotch straddling Michael's waist.

"You are about to get exactly what you need, you fucking slut," Dan growled. He loved the way she responded to those words. This woman was a handful, to be sure, and her lusty attitude was exactly what Dan liked. A horny slut to the last who liked it a bit rough and wild, liked the dirty talk.

"I need it up my ass," she purred, her eyes pleading with him.

"And that's exactly where you are getting it." With one pulled, he yanked the plug from her ass, making her wince and gasp at the shock of it. Her hole was filled instantly with his cock, and he drove her body down on Micahel's shaft, impaling her sloppy cunt with her boyfriend's waiting dick.

Kristen moaned in delight at the sudden fullness and fucking her was receiving from both men. Michael was driving his hips up and into her just and Dan thrust into her ass and used his arms to send her bouncing up and down on both men.

Dan reached around and presented Kristen with her plug, which was soiled from being in her ass. She took it in both hands and licked along the length, relishing the filthy taste of her own asshole.

It was a short fuck for Michael, but a long cum if his shouts were any indication. He seemed to be crying out for minutes on end, shouting out over and over as torrents of his spunk flooded his girlfriend's cunt time and again. Kristen and Dan, so wild with desire, did not hold out much longer, and soon they collapsed in a quivering heap of orgasimic bliss on top Michael.

Dan pulled out of Kirsten's ass and stood; she immediately rolled off of Michael, who was now fast a sleep, a devilish grin on his face. Kristen was fading fast, so worn from all the climaxes that had wracked her body over and over through the night, but when Dan shoved his dripping, dirty cock in her face, she gladly opened her mouth to clean his tool once again.

Once clean, Dan went to leave the room, but Kristen grabbed his hand. "Going so soon?"

"Tired," he admitted. He would have loved to have said and fucked her hot little body once more, but he was drained, and knew she would not remain conscious much longer either.

"So? You can stay here. Big comfy bed, warm bodies to sleep next to," she grinned up at him. "Would be wonderful to fall asleep between two such beautiful men."

He laughed. That smile of hers, that smile could get him to do just about anything. "What's Michael going to think when he wakes up? Shit, it's going to be hard enough to explain all that if I'm not here -"

"And if you are here, we can probably get a repeat performance tomorrow in the shower," she purred, her eyes smoldering once more at the thought.

Dan knew what images where playing in her head - she wasn't going to be in that shower, she was going to be sitting on the vanity fucking herself with her toys watching Dan and Michael shower together. His cock stirred at the thought.

"Okay."

Kristen rolled Michael over to make room, and Dan climbed into the bed, sandwiching her between him and Michael. Kristen kissed him on the lips, just a quick peck, before rolling over to spoon Michael's snoring form. Dan wrapped an arm around Kristen and pulled her body in close. Snuggled up against her, Dan slowly fell asleep, wondering what might await him in the morning when they all woke up in the light of day.