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Dressed Up and No One to Blow (MM, MF, oral, group, tv)
by Mistral (ribald@iglou.com)

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Well, my partners Torsha and Cirrocco have posted here, so I guess it's
my turn, so here goes...



I stood in front of the full length mirror in Rocky's room watching my
reflection as I pull the sheer stocking up over my calf, being careful to
keep the seam as straight as I can, then draw it up over my knee, again
stopping to check the seam, and finally pull it the rest of the way up and
clip it to the garter belt.

I turn and stretch my leg out behind me, looking over my shoulder in the
mirror. "Is that seam straight?" I ask as I adjust the garter, making sure
that it's seated right.

"It looks good to me." she says. She's sitting on the bed watching me as I
dress. She's already done our make-up, not too heavily, just enough to
accentuate and tantalize, and now she's waiting for me to decide what I'm
going to wear before she chooses her own outfit.

"I hope so, I want everything to be perfect tonight," I mutter as I pick up
the emerald green bustier we'd bought that afternoon and begin working on
the tiny hooks, my fingers fumbling with the clasps.

"Here," she says as she gets up and moves around in front of me, "Let me do
that. At the rate you're going, we're going to be here all night." Her
nimble fingers make quick work of the clasps, the crimson polish on her
nails flashes in the light.

"I'm sorry, Rocky," I tell her, "I just want everything to be perfect."

"I know hon," she smiles, moving around behind me and adjusting the
bustier. "You know, this thing would fit better if you had some tits." She
presses her own tits into my back as she wraps her arms around my waist,
and I can feel her nipples poking into my back.

"Do you think he'll like it?" I ask as she releases me and moves over to
her dresser. I strike several poses, imitating the girls I've seen in
magazines.

"He'll love it," she says as she puts her stockings on, drawing them up and
cinching them tight in easy, practiced movements. She checks the seams,
makes a minor adjustment on one of them, then picks up the lacy white
camisette she's chosen for the evening and slips it on. "So which panties
are you going to wear?"

I look over the half dozen or so pairs of panties laid out on the bed and
can't make up my mind, they all look nice, but I want to find just the
right pair to match the rest of my outfit. I pick up a tiny black G-string
and hold it in front of me. "What do you think?"

She shakes her head and picks up a pair of black panties with string ties
on the sides. "Those'll never work for you. Try these. Let him unwrap you,
like a present."

I take the filmy scrap of cloth from her hand and look at them, then
carefully step into them, pulling them up and adjusting them over my butt,

"Not bad," she says to herself as she kneels down in front of me and runs
her fingers under the strings at the waist, then down the front of the leg
holes, making sure they're seated right. "I like it," she says, running her
hand lightly over the front of my crotch. "Aren't you glad you let me shave
you now?"

"Yeah, but you'd better stop that." I tell her taking a step back. "I don't
want to spoil the effect with a hard-on."

She's not going to take no for an answer. She stands up and follows me,
pressing herself against me, her lips searching for mine as her hand drops
down and cups the cheek of my ass, pulling me tighter against her. My cock
hardens as I press my lips to hers, my mouth opening to accept her tongue
as it teases against my lips.

She throws her head back and laughs as she releases me and pulls me over in
front of the mirror. I can see the outline of my cock through the sheer
panties, and I like the way it looks.

Rocky seems to like it as well, because she reaches down and caresses the
bulge my cock makes in my panties. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and we
smile at our reflection. "It's nice to see that I can still turn you on big
brother...even if you do like guys."

Moving out from behind me, she stands beside me and we admire her
handiwork. We make a hell of a pair, both well tanned, roughly the same
height, hair almost the same shade of dark brown. The only difference
between us is her body is filled with lush curves, while mine is tighter,
more streamlined.

Just then, we hear the front door open and close.

"Damn," she says, "he's early." She grabs her robe and moves to the door,
but stops before going out into the hall. "Stay here. Don't open the door
or make a sound until I get him into the shower. OK?"

I nod and pick up my own robe from the bed and slip it on. The minutes drag
and it seems like hours before I hear the shower start up.

The door opens and she sticks her head in, an evil grin plastered on her
face. "We're in luck," she says. "He's in a GREAT mood. And horny as hell.
It was all I could do to keep his hands off me." She ducks her head and
looks up at me from under her lashes. "But then, I really didn't try that
hard..."

She grabs my hand and pulls me out into the hall and toward the stairs.
"Wait." she says suddenly, "I forgot my panties." She dashes back into her
room, re-appearing moments later, hopping from one foot to the other as she
pulls the tiny G-string up and gets it seated. "OK, let's go. We don't have
much time."

We run down the stairs like a couple of kids on Christmas morning. We work
well together, and in minutes we have several bottles of wine and brandy
set out, a tray of snacks sits beside them on the coffee table. Glasses,
plates and napkins follow quickly. Candles and incense come next, and the
lights are turned down low. His favorite Enya album goes into the CD player
and we're ready.

And just in time. We hear footsteps on the stairwell, and we barely have
time to start the disc and take our positions on either side of the
fireplace before the double doors to the den slid apart and he steps
inside.

He stops in the doorway and takes in the scene, his eyes light up when he
sees us leaning casually against the fireplace, our robes hanging open, but
still covering us, (I'm glad now that Rocky made me practice the pose, I
never would have gotten it right by myself).

"Well now," he says, a slow smile spreading across his face. "What did I do
to deserve this?"

He leans against the doorjam, his arms crossed over his massive chest. His
loosely tied robe falls open a little and we're treated to a glimpse of one
long, well muscled thigh, and half his chest. The sleeves of his robe are
pulled up over the corded muscle of his forearms. Even if he didn't hear
our breathing change as our excitement increased, he knows the effect he
has on us.

"Oh, nothing special," Rocky says as she moves to the center of the room.
She holds her hand out behind her, and I move forward to take it in mine,
stepping up to stand beside her. "We just thought you might like to spend a
quiet evening at home. Just the three of us."

He smiles again as he steps into the room and around the end of the couch.
He gestures toward the cushions and his eyebrows arch as he looks at us.
"May I?" he asks.

"Make yourself comfortable." Rocky says casually, but I can feel her pulse
racing. She's anything but casual.

He sits slowly, arranging his robe around himself with an almost regal
ease. He leans back, one arm thrown artfully over the back of the couch,
one leg crossed over the other at the knee.

I feel Rocky pull me forward, then step behind me. Her arms circle my waist
and loosens the belt of my robe. As it falls open, I see his eyes widen in
surprise.

I swear, I never see him move. One moment he's lounging back on the couch,
then suddenly, he's standing in front of me. His hand moves to my shoulders
and he eases the soft material off and lets it slide down my arms to fall
at my feet.

His eyes sweep over me taking in every detail. After a moment, he moves
around behind me, his hands never losing contact.

I feel him towering over me as he wraps his arms around me, then leans down
and nuzzles my neck, planting soft kisses from the top of my shoulder to
the base of my ear. His breath is hot in my ear as her whispers, "My God
Misty, you're beautiful..."

His attention falters as he looks toward Rocky.

"Did you do this?" he asks quietly.

She nods, and I feel him smile. That's not his only reaction. I can feel
his cock hardening against my back. I just barely resist the urge to press
myself back against him.

He moves one hand from me and holds it out to her. She loosens the belt on
her robe and shrugs it off, letting it fall to her feet, then steps
forward, taking his hand and moving closer until she's looking at him over
my shoulder.

Their lips meet in a gentle kiss, just a soft touching of the lips. I watch
as their tongues duel for a moment, then feel myself being turn, and it's
me who enjoys the tender oral caress. Then I'm being turned again and my
lips meet hers. I see her wink as she stabs her tongue into my mouth and
her hand drops down and brushes across the front of my panties.

Some silent signal passes between them, and together they move down my
body, their fingers, lips, and tongues burning twin trails over my tender
skin. I shiver as he presses his face into the silky material of my panties
and licks at the crack of my ass, while she does the same in front of me,
her tongue tracing the outline of my cock through the thin cloth.

My breath catches in my throat and my knees weaken. I have to rest a hand
on her shoulder to keep from falling. This isn't going the way I'd planned.
I wasn't supposed to be the main course.

Their fingers meet at the ties holding my panties up, and toether, they tug
gently at the loose knots. Moments later the impeding garment falls to the
floor.

I gasp as they renew their oral assult on me, his tongue darts out and
draws a wet trail up the length of my ass, his hands part my trembling
cheeks and his kisses become more forceful as he presses closer to the
wrinkled flesh of my rosebud.

Her hands have moved up to gently cup my balls as she runs her tongue over
the length of my cock, wetting it with her saliva as she goes. After a
dozen lazy strokes she draws her tongue one last time up the underside of
my cock, her nimble labia lashing playfully at the nerve bundle under the
crown, then she presses forward and lets the head of my cock slip into her
mouth.

My legs are trembling from this two pronged assault, and they know how
close I am. He moves back and stands behind me. I find myself folded in his
strong arms, his fingers pinching my nipples as he runs his tongue lightly
around the shell of my ear.

"Cum," he whispers huskily, his hard body cradling mine. I can feel his
cock pressing into the musky crack of my ass, and I groan from desire. I
want him so bad.

She picks up the pace of her sucking, taking me easily in long, tip to root
lunges. Her fingers press against the base of my sac, searching for the
external prostate, or male G-spot. Her other hand squeezes my balls firmly
in time with her sucking movements, urging them to unload their creamy
cargo.

I let my legs go limp as I feel the first tingles that signal my orgasm is
upon me. He supports me easily as I let my hips move in time with her
mouth, crying out pitifully as the first hot jets of cum erupt from my cock
and shoot into her throat.

She swallows rapidly, clearing her mouth for more of my cum, her lips and
tongue never slowing as she sucks even harder, forcing me through the peak
of my orgasm and on to yet another peak. I feel my balls contract again and
again, drawing up tighter against my body as she empties them of my seed.

Finally, blissfully, I collapse into his arms, a limp ragdoll, my mind
awhirl with the senseations surging through me.

I feel her moving her lips slowly up the length of my cock, then pausing at
the head, sucking gently, her tongue lapping at the slit in the cockhead as
she milks the last drops of my cum from me.

She stands and wraps her arms around us, and their lips meet. I watch as
they share the creamy white liquid, then press my lips close to theirs
until they share it with me.

Sensing that I can't take much more, he gently lowers me to the floor,
guiding me so I'm on my knees, my upper body resting on my arms. I look up
and see her sitting in front of me, leaning back on her elbows, her legs
spread wide. She's lost her panties somewhere and her close-shaven pussy
and the tops of her thighs are wet with her juices.

She smiles and reaches out to me, caressing my cheek with her palm, then
moves her hand further back until her fingers are buried in my long brown
hair.

I feel him move in behind me, forcing my legs wider apart as he spreads the
cheeks of my ass and presses the huge bulbous head of his cock against the
wrinkled brown ring of my ass.

She smiles as she pulls me forward, my face moving easily over the juice
slickened skin of her inner thighs. I groan deep in my throat as the fat
head of his cock presses against, then thru the tightly muscled opening of
my sphincter, followed by first one, then a second inch of hard cockmeat.
He pauses, letting me adjust to the rigid bulk of his shaft, not moving
until I press my ass back at him, letting him know he can go on.

"It's our turn now," she sighs as my tongue slips out and rakes over the
puffy pink lips of her pussy. She lays back and moves her hips up at me,
riding my face in her quest for pleasure.
