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Subject: {ASSM} House Guest 13 {T. Frottage} (Mm/Ff group, DP, anal)
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This story is intended for persons over 18. Sexually explicit material.
Writer welcomes comments on House Guest series.
House Guest 13: Group Thing
By Thomas Frottage
My head ached as I crashed on my bed feeling my temples with my fingers. The
first draft of my research paper was finished and handed in, but the pressure
of pushing for a deadline still pulsed through my veins. I closed my eyes and
just listened to the silence around me, not thinking of anything, trying to
keep my overworked mind empty. A cool breeze drifted in from my open window
blowing across my bare chest, erecting my nipples. I felt myself drifting into
comfortable sleep; Marissa's naked image did a nasty dance in my mind's eye.
So much for trying to keep my mind empty.
CJ eagerly sucked on my hard shaft gently rubbing and cupping my heavy balls.
Her blonde hair loosely hung off her head in all directions, tickling my bare
skin like cat whisker's rubbing against me. I squirmed, moaned softly,
relished her hot mouth milking my main vein. I reached out and pulled softly
on her thick hair, guiding her up and down over my syliva covered cock. Her
tight lips and moist mouth had me near the edge quickly.
The sensation from the sensual mouth fucking had me joyously floundering on my
bed as I fought off the urge to explode down CJ's eager throat. The more I
squirmed, the faster she sucked until her head was moving with dizzying speed.
I kept fighting the urge until I could no longer hold off.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum," I shouted and bolted up from me lying position.
The room was dark except for a sliver of light peaking through from the parking
lot outside. My dick was throbbing wildly under my boxer shorts. It took me a
second to catch my breath, figure out what was happening. I was so excited.
The wonderful blowjob was nothing more than a vivid dream. It all seemed so
real. I reached under my shorts. I couldn't believe it had all been a dream;
CJ's wet mouth had soaked my smooth shaft. I felt my hardness; dry as a bone.
It must've been a dream.
Still reeling from arousal, I slowly stroked the smooth skin around my swollen
tool trying to recreate the image of CJ masterfully sucking me off. I couldn't
quite get the image right, but the more I stroked the harder I got until I was
ready to work myself up to full orgasm.
I pulled my boxers completely off, I liked to jerk myself when I was completely
nude. Looking at my tight body while I pleasured myself often heightened my
explosion. Tonight I couldn't see my hard body, but the breeze flowing through
the window pinching my moist skin added an erogenoustic flair as I pumped my
pud.
Soon I was steadily pumping my hard shaft at ¾-speed easing into my normal
rhythm while reliving my dream. I tightened my stomach muscles and humped my
hips upward as I stroked, picking up speed. I felt the familiar boiling
starting deep in my sack. I was going to unleash a powerful load when the time
was right.
My fluid wrist motion increased, working up to the tip of my swollen member
then back down to my root. Over and over again faster and faster until I was
slapping my arm against my body wildly fucking my fist. The urge to cum was
building inside me, heightening my already high arousal. I had not had a good
jerk like this in a while.
Brad walked into the kitchen and flipped on the light. He noticed Mike's door
open, but didn't think he was home. He sipped from the cold Sam Adams bottle
he had taken from the refrigerator before walking toward his room. As he moved
past Mike's door he saw something moving on the bed. He stopped just past the
door and glared into the darkened room. The outside light shown just bright
enough for him to realized Michael was jerking off. Knowing that was what he
was doing helped place the unusual sounds he now heard. Brad wished the room
were a little brighter so he could see his young friend complete his solo
pleasure. Brad's cock twitched as he watched the dark figure in the room
stroking himself while visions of the night Mike fucked Marissa raced through
his head. He reached down and touched himself through his jeans. Brad's cock
was slowly reaching full erection. He thought about going into his room and
jerking himself off. His porno collection would give him plenty of good
viewing material.
The front door suddenly opened surprising Brad. Swiftly, he moved away from
Mike's door, further down the hallway toward his room. He looked over to the
main foyer as Marissa walked in from outside. She was not alone. Mike's
friend CJ was carrying a plastic grocery bag behind her. They must've run into
each other out in the parking lot. An evil grin stretched across Brad's lips.
It was time to have a group thing.
Brad got Marissa's attention before she made too much noise and alerted Mike
that he was no longer alone. He motioned for her to come in the room. Marissa
looked at him puzzled, whispered something to CJ and then walked back toward
me. As she passed Mike's room she glanced in, did a double take and
immediately got the same evil grin Brad had.
Marissa quickly turned back toward the kitchen corralled CJ and together walked
back toward Mike's door. CJ wasn't sure what Marissa wanted her to see, but
went along willingly. She subconsciously licked her lips as she realized what
she was seeing.
Brad's mind replayed the night CJ had sucked his cock. He wanted more.
Looking at her now, admiring her young lover in the darkened room made his cock
twitch. Fucking her was going to be a pleasure.
CJ quickly almost trance like moved forward into the darkened room. Brad
noticed CJ's nipples perk up through her blue tanktop, as she seemed to float
into the room. Marissa glanced over toward Brad once, then followed CJ into
the room. Brad moved into his bedroom, quickly removed his jeans and T-shirt
revealing his well muscled chest and heaving cock, struggling to free itself
from the confines of his tight black boxer briefs. Brad fondled his ridged
shaft through his briefs a few times before moving back toward Michael's room.
I was so close to exploding that I slowed my stroking down, trying to prevent
an early release. I wanted to keep my euphoric feeling a little longer. CJ's
oral fixation with my cock was still replaying in my mind, keeping my manhood
aroused. I felt my impending explosion subside deep inside me, my cock loosing
a little rigidity. I knew that letting my building orgasm continue to subside,
would equal a magnitude caliber explosion when I finally let myself erupt.
My head was spinning with CJ's image, her lips taking me gently in her mouth
played over and over in my head. It had seemed so real. So real in fact, that
I actually thought I heard heavy panting filling my room. The breathing
sounded like it was coming from the foot of my bed. My mind was really getting
into my dream. My cock rose back to full hardness. The sound of breathing
turning me on further.
I opened my eyes, suddenly feeling that I was no longer alone; my hand never
stopped pumping my unyielding rod. I saw a streak of light catch CJ's blonde
hair; she appeared to be fingering her pussy at the foot of my bed. I sat bolt
upright blinking my eyes wildly, trying to determine if I was dreaming again.
Was CJ really here?
"I like watching you jerk your cock," she told me in a slutty, lustfilled
voice. "You make my pussy so wet."
I gawked at my partially nude friend, her pants off displaying her beautiful
legs, parted slightly with her hand buried in her folds.
"Suck my cock," I ordered, angling my erection toward her, eager for her to
take me.
CJ fell across my legs and swallowed me hole in one gulp. I felt her wet lips
tickling the root of my rod as her throat adjusted to my girth. Her mouth was
what I had been craving. She slowly moved back up my shaft locking her big
beautiful eyes on mine as she did. The soft light coming from outside made the
moment all the more alluring, her look something I had dreamt about during many
a wet dream. She was going to make me explode easily.
I was so enthralled with CJ's oral pleasure that I didn't even notice Marissa
until she threw a leg over my head and backed her sopping pussy over my mouth.
My eyes admired her tight haunches as she inched back toward me. I immediately
drove my tongue up into Marissa's dripping nook. I could taste her sweet
nectar as it trickled into my mouth.
CJ seemed to increase her sucking speed as Marissa rolled her hips above my
probing tongue. I felt several hands caressing my body, touching my chest and
thighs, lovingly kneading my tight skin heightening my sexual bliss. Soft
slurping sounds escaped CJ's cock-filled mouth every time she reached the
engorged tip of my tool. My breath was literally taken away each time she
lingered at the tip. Her soft lips and hot breath brushing against my
sensitive peak sent indescribable joy pumping through my veins. My legs
tightened and my toes curled.
The bedsprings shifted, fighting against the heavy load they supported. I felt
another leg, this one hairy; masculine, touch my outer hip. The added weight
had the springs singing a course as they strained under the load. I looked up
over Marissa's tight ass, along the ripple of her powerful spine to the back of
her head. Her dark hair cascaded down the back of her deeply tan back; even in
the dim light I could tell how soft and silky her luscious hair was. She
raised her head, guiding herself toward Brad's massive erection jetting out
from his tight frame like a javelin. I felt both Brad's legs now, one on each
side of my hips. He stood between Marissa and CJ with me underneath him like a
plank. Marissa eased over his bulbous tool, Brad groaning with delight. I
returned to my tonguing. Marissa's pussy was waiting.
I returned to my work in Marissa's drenched love tunnel feverishly licking her
swollen clit. I worked one hand around her silky thigh so I could use my
fingers to tease the little hood that protected her clit from my full assault.
As my hand moved around her leg, I could feel her muscles tighten each time she
rocked forward guiding her mouth down Brad's shaft. Her pussy shifted with
each movement allowing my tongue to cover a wide area. One second I was on her
clit, the next I was licking her tang. The little skin-wall that separated her
asshole from everything else really made her moan. I didn't realize it was so
sensitive.
CJ took her lips off my cock replacing them with her soft hand. She slowly
jerked my spit-covered pole while she softly kissed Brad's tight ass cheeks
just a few inches above her. I looked up at Brad; his eyes were semi-closed
with a look of pure jubilation etched across his entire face. I could tell
from his grunts and groans that he was in heaven.
CJ wrapped her other hand around Brad's waist, grabbed his throbbing cock and
slowly jerked it while Marissa worked on just his tip. I watched, mesmerized.
Brad's body seemed to melt; all resemblance of skeletal control vanished. He
awkwardly bent forward trying to support himself with one hand on the wall.
Then he bent backward, his legs compressing against my hips, his hand slipping
off the wall and onto Marissa's head.
"Right there!" he shouted, repeatedly as the two vixens continued to work their
magic on his swollen member.
Marissa straightened her upper body and let Brad's cock fall from her mouth,
CJ's hands still working both of us. She quickly climbed off my face and raced
from the room. I had no idea what she was up to. I looked up from my flat
position, staring at CJ's hand work Brad's swollen shaft. Not wanting to
appear too interested in what she was doing I shifted to a more upright
position. Brad's cock was now almost looking me directly in the face. I
couldn't help but stare.
"You like watching me jerk him off?" CJ asked, her raspy voice nothing more
than a low whisper. "He's got such a thick cock, don't you think?"
I watched her wet lips as they formed the words. The yellowish light outside
only made her moist pre-cum covered lips more alluring. From her lips I moved
my gaze to Brad's six-pack stomach, then down to his ramrod straight cock.
CJ's hand moving over his well-lubricated tool also looked alluring under the
yellowish light. He did have a thick cock.
"You do like watching me jerk him off," CJ said as if she had just discovered
the truth in her statement. "You want to see my mouth around him? I bet you'd
like that too."
She swiftly moved from behind Brad, straddled my chest and lowered her mouth
over Brad's member. She went to work on his tool like an eager child with a
lollipop. Her whole body shook as she bobbed her head up and down his thick
shaft.
I slipped two fingers in her soaked, as yet untouched, pussy sending a shudder
of pleasure through her bucking body. She moaned softly as I touched her
G-spot, both fingers buried to my middle knuckle. I wiggled both fingers
gently against the rough spot on her vaginal wall, knowing that drove her
crazy. Her uninhibited sucking of Brad's cock became more hurried as if she
couldn't get enough.
Brad's body again contorted in unusual positions as he tried to maintain his
balance while CJ worked his shaft like a veteran. The faster she sucked the
tighter his legs clamped around my hips, pinning me like a vise between his
bony ankles. CJ's cunt muscles contracted tightly with each move locking
around my fingers forming an extremely tight glove-like feel. I assaulted her
spot with a little more force. I wanted her to cum from my fingers.
Marissa suddenly reappeared in the doorway seductively glaring at the three of
us. I could barely make out the expression on her face, but knew she was up to
something. She moved gracefully across the room eyeballing my exposed cock,
watching CJ work masterfully on her boyfriend's.
I looked back up at Brad who was now forcefully pulling CJ's head toward his
midsection pumping her face with his throbbing dick. CJ worked her head faster
and faster trying to keep up with Brad's violent thrusts. Her breathing was
increasing with every touch of my finger on her G-spot. I felt her start to
squirm. Brad's cock filled her mouth while my fingers filled her pussy; she
wasn't going to take it much longer.
Marissa stroked my abandoned cock, carefully positioning it to lower herself
upon it. My skin missile jumped from her soft touch. I felt her hot skin
saddle up next to mine as she straddled my legs and lowered herself onto my
waiting tool. She eased down my shaft slowly, feeling every inch of me fit
into her tight tunnel. The slow entry heightened me desire; I wanted to be
deep inside her. I didn't want to wait.
Finally I was buried root deep in her gushing gap. She didn't move at all just
contracted her pelvic muscles which caused her cunt to contract around me. I
had never felt anything like it before. Her powerful muscles seemed to milk my
tool like some new age farm-milking tool. The joyful sensation started at the
base of my cock and worked up to the tip of my swollen member. She slightly
adjusted her position and the sensation repeated again. I couldn't see
Marissa's beautiful face from my position, I imagined her brow slightly
wrinkled as she concentrated on tightening her muscles just so.
Marissa reached around Brad's chest and pinched both his nipples, then slowly
started rocking back and forth on my cock. She never moved more than an inch
at a time, still contracting her muscles tightly around my member.
I felt Marissa's pace intensify, her movement becoming a little more labored.
I tried to buck my hips, but she would have none of that. She pushed down with
all her weight preventing me from bucking upward. I felt myself slip deeper
into her as she pushed, an unexpected whimper escaped her lips. I felt
something soft, latex, brushing against my stomach when Marissa bore down.
I adjusted my head so I could see under CJ's legs. I saw what appeared to be
Marissa's legs straddling my thighs working back and forth over my hardness.
Then, just as CJ moved forward allowing the light to hit my stomach, I saw a
huge fake dick strapped around Marissa's waist. With each forward shift her
hand jerked the skin-colored dong like it was the real thing.
The black leather strap, which I now felt rubbing against my dick, held the
pretend cock nicely in place. I saw a series of black straps come from under
Marissa's legs and realized the contraption was similar to a male's jock strap.
I wondered why Marissa had such a toy. Then I wondered what she was going to
do with it. I remembered a porno tape I had watched a long time ago about a
girl that fucked a guy using a strap-on. I wondered if Brad and Marissa ever
switched rolls. I quickly dismissed the thought. The scene from the old porno
looped in my head; I came hard the first time I saw the girl fucking the guy
with the strap-on.
"You nasty whore," CJ said playfully staring at Marissa's fake dick. She held
Brad's erect member in her hand slowly jerking his shaft. "What are you going
to do with that?"
"Let me show you," Marissa replied and leaned forward almost coming completely
off my cock.
The plastic fuck toy dangled off Marissa as she leaned forward brushing against
my tightened stomach. The tip of the latex toy felt strange rubbing against
me. I wasn't sure I disliked it.
Marissa forced CJ to turn around so she was facing. CJ offered her ass up to
Marissa who was now off my cock positioning the large strap-on behind CJ,
lining up with her golden cooze.
Marissa pushed forward with one swift move sending the entire length of the
strap-on toy deep inside CJ. She fell forward onto my chest as the firm dong
buried itself inside her. She moaned loudly, gasping for air. Marissa
enthusiastically started rocking back and forth sending the dildo deep into
CJ's folds.
I grabbed my stiff dick, bent my knees and forced my hips upward. Each time
Marissa withdrew the large fake dick She sank onto my waiting tool. It took me
a few times to get the angle right, but finally I had it so that when she
rocked backward she landed right on my cock. The three of us soon fell into a
nice rhythm.
Brad moved from his standing position to the edge of the bed where he
frantically beat his meat watching the three of us fuck. Marissa's hot cunt
slapped against me harder and harder as she increased her fucking with the toy
dick. CJ was unable to speak; she just gasped for air and clawed my sides
while Marissa rode her for all she was worth.
"Fuck my ass," CJ shouted, just when I thought she was going to explode.
"Someone put a cock in my asshole!"
Marissa was the first to react, pulling her huge strap-on member from the tight
folds of CJ's cunt and slowly slipping the pussy-juice lubricated latex prick
into her tight anal crevice. CJ pushed back hard against Marissa, allowing the
molded phallus to penetrate her tight sphincter.
Brad moved from his spot on the end of the bed to a kneeling position behind
Marissa. I saw what he was going to do so I slid myself up until I was under
CJ. It took some adjusting, I had to move my legs a little wider than was
comfortable, but I finally managed to slide my still raging hard-on up into
CJ's ready cunt. She hadn't expected both holes to be filled and slightly
gasped as I filled up her front side.
Brad rammed his rod deep into Marissa from behind. He forced her forward as he
entered her, Marissa slamming hard into CJ's tight haunches. The impact jerked
CJ over my hard cock making me moan with delight. I bucked as Marissa thrust.
Brad pumped, Marissa thrust and I bucked. Pump, thrust, buck. Pump, thrust,
buck. The human fuck train steadily lumbered down the track as an orgy of
sexual pleasure unfolded on my bed.
CJ screamed in pleasure as our rhythm of pleasure brought her to a powerful
orgasm. She thrashed her head back and forth wildly sending her hair in all
directions, her breathing uncontrollable, loud and shallow. Her cunt
contracted around my cock so tightly I thought she was going to rip it off my
body as she convulsed from her powerful release.
Marissa and Brad kept their pace as CJ came, never relenting. I held on to
CJ's bare shoulders as her orgasm subsided, relieved my cock was still
attached. As soon as I was able to move I slipped from her wet box and looked
at Brad. I saw the look in his eye; he wanted to be inside CJ.
Marissa flopped on her back, the rubber dick sticking up from her pelvis like
it belonged there. I moved over the top of her gently stroking the dick like
it was my own. The look of Marissa's huge tits rolling over her thin flesh,
her tight tummy and the huge dick made my cock twitch in some weird fashion. I
couldn't explain it; she just looked so hot laying on her back with CJ's juices
covering her strap-on.
"It's got a clit stimulator," Marissa said her eyes fluttering as I jerked the
rubber dong.
I had never seen a strap-on up close. I examined the latex cock curiously.
She was right a small bead like portion of the strap used to hold the dong in
place brushed up against Marissa's clit every time I jerked the dong. No
wonder she was having trouble controlling her breathing.
CJ moved from her spot on the bed, threw a leg over Marissa's body and eased
back over her face. Marissa playfully licked her twat, dancing over her sweet
spot with her tongue. CJ kissed me deeply on the mouth while Marissa's tongue
lapped at her cooze. I slid my hungry cock into Marissa's beckoning hole,
still jerking the rubber cock. CJ's tongue explored the inside of my mouth
with a passion I had never seen.
Brad moved behind CJ. He stroked his hard member a few times before easing it
deep into her love canal. Marissa alternated licks between CJ's cunt lips and
Brad's heavy ball sack.
I pounded into Marissa's hot box, flexing my tight arms in a push-up position.
Brad's ball sack slapped hard against CJ's tight ass sending sounds of skin
smacking echoing through the room. CJ bent down and blew the rubber dick as if
it were the real thing sending clitoral stimulation racing through Marissa.
The room was an undistinguishable blur of moans, grunts and whines. Everyone
was breathing heavy, sweating pounding to the point of exhaustion. Any second
the orgy of pleasure could explode into one huge cum-fest.
I was the first to go. I pounded Marissa's eager cunt with all my might. CJ's
soft hair brushed against my midriff with each downward thrust. Marissa raised
her hips off the bed meeting my powerful pumps. I felt the explosion resonate
deep in my sack. Suddenly I pulled my pumping cock from the warm confines of
Marissa's tight box and sent a huge gob of my hot sperm sailing through the
air, spilling all over Marissa's stomach, CJ's hair and back and I even hit
Brad in the arm with one powerful squirt.
I screamed out in pleasure with each wave of my orgasm. My legs numb from
exertion, my body tingling from pleasure. I collapsed backward to finish
watching my lovers.
Marissa came next, set off by my flying load of hot cum. She bucked her hips
hard against CJ's willing mouth causing the clit stimulator in the strap-on to
work her clit until she couldn't take it any longer. Her body went stiff; her
feet pointed at me like little porcelain figurines.
"I'm fucking cuming," she shouted, followed by a series of deep "oh's". Her
body stayed stiff for at least a minute as a deep orgasm ripped through her.
She nibbled on her bottom lip, her eyes closed peacefully as she rested after
the passing of the storm.
"Oh fuck!" Brad shouted and pulled his cum-spewing dick out from CJ's tight
folds. He continued to jerk his cock as a cloudburst of thick creamy cum
showered CJ's lower back, ass and hair. A few potent blasts made it as far as
Marissa and one or two droplets even hit me. I thought he was going to pass
out, his body was covered with sweat and his face ashen. He leaned back
against the headboard watching, as we all were, to see CJ cum.
It didn't take long; she had started cuming when the first drop of Brad's hot
seed landed on her moist skin. Her fingers were a blur between her legs as she
rapidly attacked her swollen clit until she exploded. She launched herself
forward landing on top of Marissa and practically kicked Brad in the face. Her
body shook and twitched for almost two minutes, God's name used in vain almost
every second.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she kept shouting, wave after wave of orgasm raging
through her exhausted teenaged body. When she was finished she lay motionless
on top of Marissa, all of us wide-eyed and panting - senses in pure overload.
Silence took over the room; all of us lost in our own thoughts of delight. I'm
sure all of us were replaying in our minds what had just happened. I know I
was, and I was seeing things I missed the first time. As hard as it was to
believe, I actually felt that familiar twitch in my groan again. Ah, it's
great to be young!
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