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Subject: Repost TG: Party by Cindy V. arty
by Cindy V.
Dear Readers: This is a four part story that I wrote as a
followup to an introductory story written by someone else.
In the introductory story our hero lets his girlfriend Annie
put panties and makeup on him for what he thinks is a little
harmless fun between the two of them. She has other ideas
...
The doorbell rings, and you tell me to the answer it. But I'm dressed
only in panties. You smile sweetly and insist that I answer it just
the way I am. I do, and in walk your friends Barbara, Cathy and Diane.
They break into laughter as they see me. "Oh he's so cute," they coo.
They make me clasp my hands behind me, as they examine me thoroughly
with their hands. They examine my makeup, commenting on my lovely long
lashes, my pretty pink cheeks, and my luscious red lips. I am dying of
embarrassment. They tease me about my panties and how nice they must
feel against my penis. They squeeze my penis gently to see if the
panties have had any effect on me, and of course they have.
You remark that I have not greeted your friends properly, and you
command me to kiss each of them on the lips. I attempt to give each of
them a gentle kiss, but they will have none of that. Each of them
gives me a hot, tongue probing kiss that excites me even more. My
excitement could not go unnoticed with those skimpy panties, and your
friends tease me about that too.
You warn me to memorize each of your friends' touch and scent because
that will become important to me later.
For the moment you have me serve your friends coffee and danish. You
then ask me to stand there quietly as they discuss how you met me and
what use you and they might make of me. You and your friends move on
to general conversation, including your boyfriends and your sex lives
with them. I blush profusely through my makeup as I overhear this,
including the kinds of things your friends would like to try with their
boyfriends.
Your friends had forgotten I was there until they noticed me blushing.
You remind them that I am available for their use or amusement. In
fact, perhaps each of them would like to take a turn using or abusing
me.
Barbara begins and asks if I have any experience walking in heels. I
tell her no. She then tells me to kneel before her and remove her
heels. I do so quite gently, being careful to not cause a run in her
stockings. She has gorgeous legs, and I notice her toenails are
polished in a lovely shade of red, matching her fingernails. She takes
one of her feet and starts massaging my crotch through my panties, and
takes her other foot and starts running it lightly over my lips. She
has me kiss the bottom of her foot, through her stockings, and when she
is satisfied she has me suck each of her toes.
My sucking of her toes begins to arouse her, and she has me kiss her
all the way up her stockinged legs. She tells me to go on, to bury my
head under her full skirt and slip, and to kiss and lick her crotch. I
lick her through her panties until she is satisfied. She has been
massaging my crotch with her toes during all this time, but not enough
so that I come.
Barbara decides to reward me for my efforts by allowing me the
privilege of putting on her high heels. I can not really fit in them,
but I cram as much of my feet as I can into them and try to balance
myself. The four of you now encourage me to walk in them with a
feminine gait. You and your friends whistle at me and tease me, and
you tell me I am not swiveling my hips enough. I try, but I can not
master it. In frustration Barbara grabs me, puts me over her lap, and
starts spanking me with her hand. "Maybe if your bottom is a little
more red, you will try harder to walk like a woman." My face is as red
as she makes my bottom. After spanking me for several minutes, she
lets me up and has me walk in the heels some more. The spanking has
had some effect, and I now find it quite easy to swivel my hips to her
satisfaction.
Cathy comes over to me and decides she would rather have me tied up.
You get some pantyhose for Cathy to use on me. She spreads my arms out
to the sides and uses the pantyhose to tie my wrists to a tall
bookcase. She also spreads my legs and ties them by the ankles to the
bookcase. Now I am completely helpless to whatever she has in mind.
Cathy comes up very, very close to me. She rubs her body up against
mine. I can feel the fullness of her breasts against my chest. She
rubs some more, and decides she is not getting the full benefit of this
while she is clothed. She removes her top and her jeans, showing
herself to me in her bra and panties. Now she rubs against me only
wearing that. Her silky bra feels so nice against my chest, but then
she removes it. Her breasts are big and round. She rubs them slowly
against my chest. She tells us how much she is enjoying the friction
against my chest hairs. It feels nice to me too, but I am not getting
quite enough from that to really enjoy it.
She slowly takes a breast and puts it to my face. She rubs it slowly
against my cheek, grazing past my lips. She wonders if I would like to
kiss it. Of course I would. She wants me to beg for the chance to
kiss her breasts. I do, but she is not satisified with my begging. I
continue to beg, until finally I promise her "anything" if she will let
me kiss her beautful breasts. "Anything?" she repeats, smiling at the
other women. "Yes, anything", I grovel.
Cathy agrees, marking my "anything" promise for further use. She puts
her nipple in my mouth and tells me how she likes her breasts treated.
First I am to roll the nipple lightly with my lips. Then I am to lick
the entire breast area. Then I am to flick the nipple with my tongue.
Now I am to take the nipple and suck it, first slowly and gently, and
then harder and harder.
As I am doing this, Kathy is rubbing her crotch against my crotch. She
is rubbing her panties against my panties, but that is not quite
working for her. She peels off her panties, and is now rubbing her
naked pussy against my panties. She is rubbing me like this harder and
harder. It is getting me hard, but it is not quite the right
stimulation for me. However, it is working fine for her.
I am merrily sucking away on her breast while she is rubbing my crotch
very hard now. There is a lot of friction going on around her pussy,
and Cathy is getting very wet. This is arousing for me, but is not the
kind of stimulation that will get me off. I continue for as long as it
takes, until Cathy comes.
After Cathy finishes, she asks me if I enjoyed sucking her breasts. Of
course I did. Thn she notices how between my servicing both Barbara
and her, my makeup is now a mess. She says that we need to fix that.
She wipes my face with a tissue. Then she asks you if she may borrow
your blusher. You get it for her, and Cathy strokes it on my face.
Meanwhile you can see that something is going on in her head too. As
she is making my cheeks nice and pink, she asks me if I wish my nipples
were as sensitive as hers. She looks at hers, which are standing up,
and asks me if I think her nipples are a pretty color. When I agree,
she takes the blusher brush, dips it into the powder, and starts
stroking it on my nipples.
"We want to get your nipples nice and pink, too, don't we?" I feel
ridiculous as she is dusting the pretty ink color onto them. The other
girls are giggling at my predicament. Meanwhile the feel of the brush
on my nipples is very sexy, and my penis is straining through the
panties. Cathy notices this and says that I must like having my
nipples blushed. I find this incredibly humiliating. Cathy decides to
leave me in this state until I cool down.
Diane steps up and asks, "Is it my turn, now? I think I'd like
something really big up my pussy," she says with a mischievous smile.
Turning to me, she unties my hands and tells me to masturbate for her,
but not to cum. The four of you tease me, tell me to rub my pretty
pink nipples, to rub my balls and the underside of my penis too. I am
so embarrassed, but so hot too.
But Diane deflates my ego and my penis at once by disdainfully asking
me if that's as big as I can make it. "No, that just won't do," she
says with a sigh. Retying my hands, she looks at my dejected face and
says sarcastically to me, "Aw, you look so sad. Let me see if I can
make you any happier."
And with that she reaches into her makeup bag and says to me, "Maybe
you just need a little more color." She takes out her blusher compact,
dips the brush into the powder, and is just about to put some on my
cheeks when she stops and says, "No, your cheeks are certainly rosy
enough." They are, from the embarrassment of masturbating in front of
everyone, and then being told I wasn't big enough. "And your nipples
are rosy enough too from the last application of blusher on them!
There must be something on you that needs a little color?"
As she runs the blusher brush down my body from my nipples, down, down,
lower, lower, until all of you are hysterical with laughter. Everyone
seems to understand what Diane will do next, except me. She gently
holds the head of my penis with one hand, while she runs the brush up
and down the length of my penis with the other hand. She does this
several times, dips the brush in the powder again, and runs it up the
underside of my penis as well. "Does this make you any happier, dear?"
All of you are rolling on the floor laughing. However, Diane's gentle
attention with her soft brush on my penis has had an electric effect on
me, and I have never been so turned on. Meanwhile it is turning a pink
color from the powder, and I am feeling as ridiculous as ever.
Diane is not done with her makeup case. She pulls out her lipstick and
touches up my lips with it. Then she holds the head of my penis again,
and the threat is clear. "Should I?," she asks you all. None of you
can answer because you are too busy laughing. So Diane merrily paints
the head of my penis a nice shade of red.
As she goes once more into her bag, I cannot imagine what further
humiliation she can come up with. She takes out her eye shadow kit,
dips the little brush into the blue powder, and reaches for my penis
again. But this time she holds my penis to keep it out of the way of
her target - my balls. She paints my balls blue with her eyeshadow!
Even I get the meaning of this - she is not going to give me any
relief. She steps back to admire her makeup job on my penis, to the
sound of everyone's laughter and applause. She shows me the reflection
of my brightly made-up penis and balls in her compact mirror, and my
cheeks burn redder than ever.
The painting of my penis was done so gently to give me a lovely
erection, but Diane is clearly not interested in it for herself. "I
want something really big up my pussy," she reminds us. And she pulls
out her really big rubber penis-shaped dildo. Definitely bigger than
me. I am no competition for it.
"Oh, but it's so dry. I like it nice and wet so it goes in me easier.
Be a dear and get it wet for me," she says to me. And to my surprise
she puts it to my lips and tells me to kiss its head. "That's it, get
the tip nice and red from your pretty red lipstick. Just like your own
penis." I oblige, and she shows me my red lip prints on it. Then she
pushes it in and out of my mouth slowly, telling me to suck it and get
it nice and wet for her. Finally she unties my hands while her dildo
is still in my mouth, and tells me to kneel down.
Then Diane takes the wet dildo from my mouth, hands it to me, lays down
in front of me, and tells me how she wants me to insert it in her.
First run it over her lips slowly and gently. Then slowly part her
lips and put a little bit of it inside her. Diane instructs me that
she likes a speed that is so much slower than I ever imagined. Very
slow, long thrusts. A slow, rhythm, in and out. This goes on for a
long time, until she asks me to speed up the thrusting. Finally I am
thrusting faster and faster with her dildo, and she cums. As my
reward, she tells me to lick it clean.
After Diane calms down a little, my girlfirend Annie looks around at
everyone with a sly smile. "I have a few ideas in mind too."
Annie begins by blindfolding me and tying my hands behind me. She asks
me if I remember when her friends first arrived and kissed me, and I
was instructed to memorize their scents and touches. I do remember,
although I did not understand. Annie now explains that it is time to
test my memory. I will be kissed again while blindfolded. Then I will
eat my lovely kisser's pussy. Then I will have to identify her. If I
am correct, I will be lovingly fondled. But if I am wrong, I will be
spanked. In any case, whoever she is will apply her lipstick shade to
me as a final clue after I have guessed.
I am considering the possibilities as someone holds my face and starts
kissing me. I had kissed Annie's three friends, but not Annie. But
that was so long ago, I couldn't possibly remember who they kissed or
what perfume they were wearing. I had gone down on Barbara, sucked
Diane's juices off her dildo, but I had not tasted Cathy or Annie's
pussy at all. And only Diane's pussy scent is recent enough to still
taste. So I know this is a hopeless task.
Nevertheless, someone is doing a wonderful job teasing my tongue, and
it is making me very hard. I would love to see who it is, but the
blindfold prevents that. Then she stops, seats herself, and whispers
at me to kneel before her. She guides my head to her pussy. I take a
deep sniff, but I can not recognize her scent. Her pussy is wet, but
that doesn't help me identify her. I lick and suck her until she
contentedly pushes me away. Then with a whisper she asks if I know who
she is.
I admit that I don't know, and have to take a guess. I guess Cathy.
Everyone giggles and while I am still kneeling, I can feel someone
holding my chin and applying lipstick to me. Then I am made to stand,
still blindfolded and bound, and I am put over someone's lap. I hear a
sigh, of someone who seems disappointed that I did not recognize her,
and she starts spanking me with her bare hand very hard. She is
whacking away, and the embarassment of it plus the heat of her spanks
is getting me very turned on. Finally she has enough and lets me up.
The four of you surround me, someone removes my blindfold, and Annie
tells me to look in the mirror at my lipstick shade to identify who it
was. I do, then examine each of your lips to see whose shade matches.
It is Diane, who teases me for just licking her dildo and not
remembering.
The blindfold goes on again and the game continues. Some more hot
kissing, some pussy licking, more lipstick, and another spanking
because I guessed wrong the second time. I also guessed wrong the
third time! It looks like I am not going to get much fondling!
Annie decides to do something different. She leaves my blindfold off,
unties my hand from behind me, lays me on the floor on my back, and
reties my hands spread wide to some furniture. She lays down beside me
and looks into my eyes. She runs her fingers lightly through my hair
and smiles at me. "I need some real loving," she says to everyone.
"Do you think he is up to it? I mean, I wouldn't want him to come too
soon ..."
I can't believe my good fortune, and I promise Annie I will try to
delay my orgasm as long as I can. Annie kneels over my face, facing my
toes. As I lick her I can't see what she's doing. She gently touches
my penis and strokes it a little. I hear a condom being snapped, as
everyone laughs. "What's so funny about that?" I wonder to myself.
She rolls the condom on me, and it feels a little tighter, than it
generally does. Then she lowers herself on my very erect penis. She
is very wet, and she slides me right in. Annie takes maddeningly slow,
long movements. She gets into a rhythm, and is content to move very
very slowly. She is doing this for a long time. A really long time.
I can not imagine after all I have been through, how I can last so
long.
Finally I break the silence and ask if she minds that I haven't been
able to come yet.
"Oh, that's OK," Annie replies sweetly. "In fact, you and I might just
go on for hours. While I was kneeling over your face, and before I put
the condom on you, didn't you feel something sort of tight? That was a
thick rubber band I put on just under the head of your penis. It will
keep you hard as long as I want. In fact, when I'm done with you, I
think I'll just replace the condom, leave the rubber band, and give
each of my friends a turn on you. And if I'm still horny ... maybe
I'll go again!"
"By the way, would someone freshen his lipstick?"
The End