Subject:     Blindfold Games
Story Codes: MF MFF FF F-solo oral
Diary Date:  February 27, 2009
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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It was suppose to be just a girl’s night out with my cousin and best 
friend.  Things ended up not quite as planned, including being 
blindfolded at one point.  Any guesses as to what the blindfolds were 
for?

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 – The Girls
   Chapter 2 – Getting Ready
   Chapter 3 – The Restaurant
   Chapter 4 – Playing Games at Greg’s Place


Chapter 1 – The Girls
=====================

The Three Musketeers, The Three Stooges, three blind mice... why is it 
that a group of three works out the best so often?  Is two being too 
personal?  What about the old saying, “Two’s company, three’s a crowd,”?  
Is it really that FOUR is the crowd?

I guess this train of thought came to me after the events of last 
weekend.  Myself, Kristi and Beth have always made a great threesome and 
it seems like as much as I love being with them individually, some of our 
best times have been when the three of us are together.  Kristi, my 
cousin, is just a couple of years younger than me and it seems the older 
we get, the less significant those two years have become, if they ever 
really were.  

Beth, almost exactly the same age as me at 23, has been my best friend 
forever – long before the “BFF” phrase was even coined.  Over the years 
the three of us have shared so many things, argued and debated – even 
fought at times, that in many ways they are the sisters I never had.  In 
some ways we are as different as night and day yet at the same time, we 
have a number of common traits that have kept us together through thick 
and thin.  Maybe it’s our differences that make us such friends even more 
so than our commonalities?

Kristi is the 21 year-old daughter of my mom’s younger sister, my Aunt 
Linda.  She was raised by her mom, never knowing her dad as he divorced 
Linda while Kristi was still young.  Apparently he wasn’t as ready for 
her “family” lifestyle as he claimed that he was when they got married 
and allowed his jealousy and insecurity to drive a wedge between him and 
my aunt.  After he left, Aunt Linda and Kristi practically lived at our 
house, or so it seemed at times, so in some ways she was more of a sister 
to me than a cousin.

Over the years, there has always been a friendly competition between me 
and my cousin, well maybe not always so friendly, especially when it came 
to boys.  Being the younger one, it was like she always had to do 
something at a younger age than me or crazier and wilder.  That 
competitive spirit is even visible today, although she would deny it has 
anything to do with her “career” versus mine.  

As for me, I currently work as a model for a “home entertainment” 
distributor, but it’s just modeling and demos, not selling my body, at 
least not physically like Kristi does.  My REAL career goal is to return 
to teaching elementary school and I view this current phase as just a 
transition to my next teaching position.  Kristi, on the other hand, 
dropped out of college (not the sharpest knife in the drawer to begin 
with – just being honest) and now earns a healthy income on her back, as 
well as many other positions.  Enough said about THAT!

Beth and I met when we were little girls playing in the neighborhood and 
we’ve been inseparable ever since.  While only a few months apart in age, 
she was always years ahead of me in terms of physical development.  Beth 
was overflowing her B cup bras before I legitimately needed a training 
bra.  Even now, large natural D cups (at least) swell from her chest a 
hell of a lot more than my solid C’s.  Granted, she gets a little help 
from the fact she weighs about twenty pounds more than me, but she’s 
still by no means fat.

Speaking of bodies, put the three of us in bikinis and you’ll see we 
differ quite a bit as well - three different body types.  Kristi is the 
cute, dark blonde, perky one who has always looked probably two or more 
years younger than she is.  Her B-cup boobs are amazing – not a hint of a 
sag yet large enough to fill out her bikini perfectly.  Beth is the 
heaviest but as I mentioned, nobody would think of calling her fat.  It 
doesn’t hurt that most guys never get their eyes below her chest!

I’m the only natural brunette of the bunch, although I’ve been bleaching 
it out blonde for a while now.  People say I have the “girl-next- door” 
body which is a polite way of saying I’m no swimsuit model or future 
centerfold consideration, but I like to think that I draw the attention 
of most men.  I lack the perkiness and tight body of Kristi and my boobs 
will never rival Beth’s, so I guess I fall sort of right in the middle.  
My point being in all of this, is that while we may be emotionally and 
spiritually “sisters”, nobody would confuse us for being twins!

One thing the three of us share, and that has probably been a major 
factor in keeping us together, even when times were rough, and that is a 
deep-seated love of sex.  But just as we differ in appearance, we also 
vary a LOT in our approach to sex and the activities we enjoy.  Of 
course, the biggest difference between us pertains to incest.  Beth is 
not involved at all with her family, even though I’ve fucked both her 
father and brother.

Beth has the considerable distinction of being one of only two girls not 
in our immediate family that my father has had sex with - the other being 
Tammy, my mother’s best friend.  Interestingly, the two women my dad has 
committed adultery with were the best friends of his wife of daughter.  
It sort of takes the sting out of the “adultery” label but it is what it 
is and he’ll admit it.

Kristi, not having a father or siblings, was always very close to her 
mother growing up, to the point they have always shared the same bed and 
bedroom – and still do today.  When I was younger, it never occurred to 
me that they might be doing anything other than simply sleeping together, 
something I didn't learn about until much later.  While sexual topics, 
including masturbation, were never taboo in my family, incest wasn’t 
really discussed in detail until I was sixteen and made my own choice to 
have sex with my dad.  He certainly would have liked for it to have 
happen sooner, but my mom felt VERY strongly that such a decision had to 
be made by me without any coercion from either of her parents. 

After that bridge was crossed, my mom filled me in on what was going on 
with the rest of the family, including Kristi and her mom.  You can 
imagine how surprised I was!  It also helped explain why my Aunt Linda 
would come over to “consult” with my father (he’s a lawyer) about her 
real estate deals so often.  Still, it wasn’t until I was away at college 
that my dad and Kristi did anything and even then, it was the following 
summer before I found out – and had sex with Kristi for the first time.  
Sure we’d masturbated together at parties and in our bedrooms and even 
shared a few boyfriends, but it wasn’t until my freshman summer break 
college that we had sex.

Beth and I also masturbated together frequently growing up, not really a 
whole lot different than what I did with the rest of my close friends for 
the most part.  We never touched each other, it just wouldn’t have felt 
right, at least not at the time.  I consider it fate more than 
coincidence that the first time we DID do anything, it was my hot tub 
where my father found us together – leading to the first time he fucked 
Beth (which was pretty special as he only did her once again after that).

What I’m trying to get across is that while the three of us are best 
friends in many ways, and all of us are probably more sexually active 
than average in our thoughts AND actions, our relationships are NOT based 
on sex.  Sure I masturbate with them and share guys with them, but it was 
nothing more than I did with several other girlfriends.  In my humble 
opinion, it’s the things we do that do NOT involve sex that has made out 
friendship as strong as it is today. 

It sort of reminds me of how people criticize me for having sex with my 
dad, saying I shouldn't feel obligated to submit to him so he’ll love me.  
How wrong can they be?  I don't submit to my father to make him love me, 
I do it because he loves me.  So it is with me, Beth and Kristi.  We 
don't fool around to make our relationships closer, we do it because they 
already are.

Speaking of fooling around with each other, that is another area where 
the three of us have quite distinct outlooks and behaviors.  In many 
ways, overall I would say I’m the conservative one.  All three of us 
earned quite the reputations in high school for being sluts, but after 
that our paths diverged.  I went out of state to attend a Christian-based 
private university, where sluts were expelled if they were exposed (no 
pun intended).  Kristi tried a public university but found that classes 
interfered too much with her parties and so she dropped out.  Beth never 
attended college at all, opting to become a hairdresser.  

We’ve also have quite different opinions when it comes to the type of 
parties we attend.  For me, I enjoy a fun party as much as the next girl, 
but I don't drink hardly at all and prefer more one-to-one relationships.  
Kristi, on the other hand, likes to be the life of the party, the first 
to lose her blouse, the one without the panties, the general drunken 
tease that trends to find their way onto some “Girls Gone Wild” video 
(although she hasn’t actually done that so far as I know).  Then there is 
Beth.  Somehow or another she managed to immerse herself deeply into the 
local private sex party scene.  Group sex is more her thing, and I know 
she has shunned more “personal” dates most of the time.  Men, women, it 
didn’t matter to her who was involved so long as there were lots of them.

There is one thing that both of them seem to get a kick out of, and that 
is dragging poor Kelly along with them now and then to see what they can 
con me into doing.  Kristi has a knack for getting me involved in some of 
the most outrageous parties and guys, most of the time in conjunction 
with her “job”. 

Perhaps one of the wildest (or maybe better said, craziest) times I’ve 
ever was when she had me join her to “host” some private party at a 
convention where I was fucked and cum on for several hours literally 
nonstop.  For her part, Beth is always inviting me to one of her parties 
and now and then I agree to go along with her.  They are always 
“interesting”, to say the least, and I have to admit I generally have fun 
at them, but I couldn’t handle the steady diet of group sex to which she 
seems to be addicted.

All this leads up to the events of last Friday night.  We really hadn’t 
planned anything, just to go out somewhere for dinner together and maybe 
end up back at my place to watch a video or just gossip the night away.  
It had been a while since we’d done anything like that and I felt like it 
was time we got caught back up on things.  We’d arranged to meet at TGI 
Friday’s, our usual haunt for such events.  It was one of those rare 
Friday evenings when I didn’t have a party AND Kristi wasn’t booked so we 
were all set for the evening.  I was truly looking forward to being with 
just the two them, like the old days.


Chapter 2 – Getting Ready
=========================

Guys have it so easy when they go out, a pair of jeans and a shirt, some 
deodorant ( I hope) and out the door they scoot.  Perhaps the biggest 
decision they face is whether to wear sneakers or shoes!  Girls, on the 
other hand, face life or death decisions every time they step out the 
door!  Take this evening for instance.  It may be “just” two of my best 
friends but still, we’d be out in public and seen by other people so a 
girl has to conscious of what she wears.  It was all based on what 
“message” you were trying to send and to whom you were sending it.  
Because they were my closest friends and the night was intended to be 
casual, Beth and Kristi didn’t figure in per se, except that I had to be 
concerned about what THEY would be wearing so I wouldn’t look out of 
place.  I could assume the lay-back, casual look that sort of melts into 
the crowd, nothing to stand out in which case jeans and a plain blouse 
always fit the bill if you really don’t care who’s looking at you.  
However, if you DO care, then the question becomes, who is the target 
audience?  If it’s “guys” and I’m “on the hunt”, so to say, then that’s 
easy as well.  Just about anything revealing works - and the more 
revealing the better.  Just show lots of leg, ass and boobs, nothing 
complicated about it.

The most difficult time I when choosing clothes is for those times when 
all I want to do is tease.  It could be with a guy his family out for 
dinner or some poor schmuck stuck in an oversized grocery store pushing 
the cart behind his wife like a lamb being led to slaughter.  Even though 
I know the odds are about a million to one that anything would ever 
result from it, that’s not what’s getting me off at the time.  What turns 
me on is the thrill of the tease, the look in his eyes when I know he 
sees me and I know he desires me.  It’s the way he quickly look away when 
he thinks I’m watching him or even more so, when his wife is watching 
him.  It’s wearing something to church that comes right up to the line, 
maybe even barely crossing it.  The blouse that’s a size or two too 
tight, a tight skirt that’s a couple of inches too short, the bra that’s 
“forgotten” back home, the tight jeans that simply scream, “There’s 
nothing between me and her ass!” It’s the faint smile that tells them I 
know they’re watching me – and that I appreciate it.

Tonight I wasn't planning on actually meeting any guys and even if I did, 
it wasn't my intention to go home with them.  This was suppose to be a 
classic “girls night out”, an evening with my closest friends to recharge 
the proverbial batteries and maybe even bring some sanity to my life.  Of 
course, that didn’t mean I couldn't have some fun along the way.  
Restaurants like TGI Friday tend to have a wide cross-section of 
customers, from high school kids out on dates, to older married couples 
looking for a meal, to men (and women) on the prowl.  Actually, ALL of 
them are potential “targets of opportunity” when your aim is simply to 
have some fun.  After all, why limit yourself when there are so many 
potential prospects?

Rummaging through my closet, I quickly picked out the perfect skirt for 
the evening.  It was an important choice as everything else I wore would 
revolve around my skirt; thus it was the first item to be selected.  It 
was actually quite plain, pure white with a thin black belt around the 
waist.  It was by no means the shortest skirt I owned, but it WAS one 
that wouldn't get me arrested for wearing it in a public restaurant!  At 
the same time, it was just the right length such that when I sat with my 
legs crossed, it would pull up and reveal just enough of my thigh to make 
someone watching pay attention, perhaps wondering if it would inch up 
jusssssssst a little bit more and ultimately reveal something more 
intimate for just an instant if they kept staring.  It was really tight, 
the kind you don't even think about trying to run when you’re wearing it, 
but then who would I be running away from?

With the skirt on the bed, lonely and waiting for its companions, I 
returned to my closet with determination.  Holding my chin in my hand, I 
hummed a bit as I sorted through everything.  Damn, how can you have so 
many clothes but not a thing to wear?

Ahhhhhh, there it was, just what I was looking for.  It had been a while 
since I’d worn this particular halter top but it would be perfect for 
this evening.  Being it was jet black, it contrasted sharply against my 
pure white skirt.  Granted, it was really more suited for warmer days but 
I was going to be indoors in a heated restaurant, not trekking through 
the cold wilderness, so what difference did it really make?  What I 
especially loved about it was the plunging neckline.  The halter tied in 
back of my neck, allowing me to determine how tight it pulled my bust up.  
Thus when I needed to be a bit discrete, I could draw it tight against my 
boobs, revealing lots of cleavage but nothing more.  If I was trying to 
be really slutty, then loose it was and you could actually see my boobs 
if you had the right side angle and I leaned forward just enough.  For 
tonight, it would be somewhere in between, maybe a little biased toward 
the slutty side, teasing but without actually giving anyone a show.  It 
was silky smooth and wasn’t lined, meaning my nipples would be poking out 
naughtily as a bra was NOT an option with this top.

Now for the shoes... probably the easiest decision, at least for me.  
Unlike some girls, I don’t go nuts over shoes preferring function over 
style in my everyday wardrobe.  I pulled out a pair of simple black 
toeless heels with a single strap and medium height four-inch heels.  The 
heels weren’t so tall that I would feel like I was walking on stilts but 
in concert with my short skirt, they would show my legs off nicely when I 
was standing on them.  Still, they were not the most comfortable shoes in 
the world but then what high heels are?  If you wanted a certain look and 
you were willing to trade comfort for looks, then there’s really not much 
of a choice.  Again, guys don't have to face these vital decision so I 
guess they can’t really appreciate all that goes into the process.

Believe it or not, I debated wearing pantyhose – honestly I did!  The 
weather had been terribly cold the past week or so and walking out and 
about with bare legs at this time of year could be rather intimidating.  
Besides, I was more than a bit overdue at the tanning booth and my legs 
were not as dark as I would have liked so some hose might have helped as 
well.  I debated over a pair of sheer black pantyhose that would have 
really set off the white skirt between them and my black halter top but 
at the last minute, tossed them back in the drawer and said the heck with 
it.  Instead, I pulled out a pair of high top white panties that were cut 
way up the sides – not quite a thong but definitely not your typical 
everyday panties.  They were actually a lot more comfortable than a thong 
would have been and for my purposes tonight, showing off my panties would 
have the same impact as a thong anyway.

With my clothes finally picked out, it was time for a shower, shave and 
fixing my hair.  At least with the way I had my hair cut these days it 
was pretty low maintenance.  Leaning forward so I could look more closely 
in the mirror, I frowned as I realized I was also overdue at my stylist 
as my natural brunette color was making an unwanted appearance!  Dang it, 
if it wasn't one thing tugging at my purse it was another!  Maybe I 
should just let it go back to being brunette?  Oh well, a decision for 
another time, maybe even something to bring up tonight with the girls if 
I remembered it.

Sitting naked at my makeup table in my bedroom, I sat back and gazed 
thoughtfully into the large mirror.  The bright lights were horribly 
revealing – it was like they were spotlights aimed at every blemish on 
me.  I hefted my boobs in my hands, letting them drop and then picking 
them back up again as if I was comparing two melons at the supermarket.  
Well, if nothing else at least they felt about the same!  I pinched my 
nipples lightly between my fingers, feeling them tingle just a little as 
a result.  Mmmmmmm, I loved to grip them between my thumb and finger and 
tug gently, then let them snap back into place. 

Lifting up my right boob, I leaned down and reached out with my tongue 
and barely was able to use reach the tip of it against my sensitive 
nipple.  A smile came to my face as I thought about all those years as a 
teenager I longed to be able to do that!  It wasn't something I did a 
lot, but sometimes it felt good.  I wondered if guys ever reached down 
and tried to suck their own dicks?  A smug smile came to my face as I 
recalled one who DID!  It was years ago when a guy had cammed for me.  He 
was in a stuffed chair and used it to curl up with his legs over him and 
his dick would drop down just into his mouth He was the first – and the 
last, guy I’d ever seen do such a thing.  He was also the only guy I’d 
ever seen cum in his own mouth.  Considering most guys wouldn’t even 
touch, let alone taste their own cum (or any guy’s cum for that matter), 
it was really quite something to watch, especially as it was live!

With those thoughts in mind, I reached down and ran my hand between my 
bare thighs.  My pussy felt smooth after having just shaved in the shower 
a few minutes before.  Sometimes I missed the feeling of my pubic hair, 
running my fingers through it and letting it curl between my fingertips.  
It was sort of like how I enjoy running my fingers through a guy’s crotch 
and feeling his coarse pubic hair pulling between them.  There’s an 
unmistakable musky odor that gets on my fingers when I play with a guy’s 
pubic hair that I can smell for hours later on my fingers.  

My legs spread as if they had had a mind of their own as my hand reached 
further between my thighs.  God, it was amazing how warm I was down there 
while the rest of me was shivering after leaving the hot shower and warm 
humid bathroom.  The pressure of my palm against my clit was intoxicating 
as I pulled my hand in tighter and upwards against my crotch.  Then I ran 
both hands down my bare legs, one on each side and then pulled back along 
the softness of my sensitive inner thighs until they met at my crotch 
where they reversed directions to do the same route all over again. 

For a moment I remembered how wonderful it felt to run my hands along 
Kristi’s legs, being so firm and smooth.  Mentally I compared Kristi’s 
legs to Beth’s.  Beth’s may have a bit more meat on them but they weren't 
flabby either, maybe just a little softer.  My eyes closed as I 
remembered how it felt to have Kristi’s head between my legs, the light 
touch of her tongue followed by the firm grip of her lips as she pressed 
her face into my waiting crotch.  God, how long had it been since she’d 
licked me like that?  Whatever the answer it was too long, that was for 
sure.  My middle finger pressed inward, pushing its way just inside of me 
as I wiggled my finger the way Kristi’s tongue would be teasing me so 
badly.  Damn that slut knew how to lick pussy!  My finger pressed in even 
further, without my even thinking about it as I closed my eyes tighter 
and let my head hang back, visualizing Kristi’s talented tongue as her 
fingers pressed deep inside of me.  I could feel myself getting wetter 
and wetter as my left hand started to rub my swelling clit while my right 
hand was now pushing two fingers into me.  The room no longer felt so 
cold - if anything it was like the furnace had kicked in and over-heated 
the room!  I willed my fingers inside of me to be still as I concentrated 
more on my clit, running the tips of my fingers over it in tiny circles 
and then up and down and then back in circles again.  The dick that was 
in me, at least in my imagination, felt so good and I dropped down on the 
chair more to let my hips rise up against my hands.

“Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!” I whispered hoarsely into the emptiness of my 
apartment, wishing I wasn't alone, wishing I was actually being fucked.  
My fingers couldn't help but to start fucking my pussy again, 
synchronized with the circling motions of the hand on my clit.  My eyes 
were shut so tight it was like I could see stars in the darkness behind 
my eyelids.  

“Oh yeah...,” my voice drifted on as I felt it begin, the awakening 
within me like a volcano sending out tremors to warn of an impending 
explosion. 

It was indeed just a tremor for the moment, a shudder that went up my 
spine and made me catch my breath but I knew I was getting closer to 
something even better.  “Fuck me... fuck me...,” I called out over and 
over again to my imaginary lover, his face unseen but his dick imbedded 
deep within my pussy, fucking me and filling me with his male organ.  It 
became like a chant as I called out “fuck me” in time with the movement 
of my hands, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to breath.

“OH!” I cried out sharply as my orgasm struck like a hurricane hitting 
the shore. 

I bit my lips to where they almost bled as I tried to focus on the surge 
of feelings that were bubbling up and out of me like a some sensual 
cauldron.  My back arched and my feet pulled under my chair as I 
struggled to keep my balance and not slide right off the end of the seat.  
When I opened my eyes briefly, all I could see was this wild woman in the 
mirror, her eyes blazing with her chest flushed as if she had this 
incredible fever.  Over and over I felt it, that rush that seemed to 
start everywhere at the same time and then passed through me like a tidal 
wave of the purest form of sexual desire and lust.  God I felt so good!

Finally I just sat there, my chest heaving as I gripped my crotch with 
both hands, my palms tight up against me and my other hand right on top 
of the first.  My legs tingled, feeling too weak to stand as if they had 
fallen asleep and were now trying to reawaken.  My head dropped forward 
as my eyes opened and I tried to focus on the room around me.  Damn, I 
was sweating something fierce and would have to take another shower now!  
Oh well, it was well worth it.  I just had to be a bit disciplined and 
not go for a repeat performance or I’d be late for my dinner with the 
girls.  Oh well, if anyone would understand if I were to explain why I 
was late, those two would!  Kristi was one of the few girls I knew who 
masturbated as often as I did, maybe even more.  Beth did it, but 
sometimes I wondered if she wasn’t doing it for my benefit more than 
hers.  When I asked her how often she did it at home, she usually just 
giggled and deflected the question.  I knew she did it, she had the toys 
hidden away in her nightstand for SOME reason, but I got the distinct 
feeling it wasn’t as dominant a factor in her life as it was mine and 
Kristi’s.

Oh well, another shower, more makeup and I was ready to get dressed and 
on the road.  As I pulled on each piece, I couldn’t help but wonder in 
what order I would take them off should I get the chance to do some in 
front of someone.  Being a stripper was one of those fantasies I had 
always had growing up.  The closest I had come in public was a wet t-
shirt contest but that didn’t mean I didn’t fantasize a lot about it.  
Actually, one of my biggest fantasies was to have sex on stage in front 
of a crowd of strangers – and the guys fucking me would be a stranger 
too.  Granted, Beth had tried to fulfill that fantasy for me once a while 
back but it was with her sex party friends which didn’t make it quite the 
same for me – fun to be sure and erotic as hell, but not the fantasy I 
dreamed of.

I grabbed a warm long coat – it WAS damn cold out, and headed out to my 
freezing car.


Chapter 3 – The Restaurant
==========================

As I drive to the restaurant, I could feel my pussy still throbbing from 
the recent workout I’d given it.  You can imagine how sorely tempted I 
was to reach down and pull my panties aside and go at it some more but 
the restaurant was only a few miles away and unless I was prepared to sit 
in the parking lot long enough to finish myself off, it wasn’t something 
I wanted to get started and then have to leave before I was done.  
Besides, having just showered for the second time this evening, I really 
didn't need to get all worked up yet again before the night even began!

Driving slowly through the parking lot, I thought I saw Beth’s car.  That 
was good as judging from the crowded parking lot, my guess was that the 
restaurant was pretty full and so I was hoping we wouldn’t have to wait 
in the cold entrance for a table.  Well, I was hoping I wouldn't have to 
wait at least.  Beth was usually the early-bird with Kristi being 
chronically late to most everything and tonight was looking to be no 
exception.  Pulling into an open space, I killed the engine and stepped 
out into the freezing night air.  Even though my winter coat hung down 
past my knees, my bare legs still felt like they were stepping inside of 
a freezer.  The open-toe heels weren't helping either so I hurried inside 
as quickly as I could without falling on my ass on the patches of black 
ice that were scattered about the uneven asphalt like a minefield.

Sure enough, there was quite a crowd in the reception area and I looked 
around to see if Beth was anywhere in sight.  When I didn’t see her, I 
asked the hostess if I could look around and eventually I spotted her 
sitting at the bar.  Not exactly where I would have expected but at least 
the no-smoking ban made it livable. 

As I approached, I could see that she was carrying on an animated 
conversation with the bartender, a tall, gorgeous blonde with a smile and 
white teeth to kill for.  Her hair reminded me of those old Farrah 
Fawcett posters, all big and wild but yet controlled at the same time.  
Her hair probably didn’t really matter in the long run as I doubt many 
guys noticed it since their eyes likely never went any higher than the 
huge boobs she was displaying rather openly in an ultra-tight t-shirt.  
It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and her nipples 
were poking through like they were trying to escape.  Obviously the boobs 
were fake – natural ones that large would never have held up so high on 
their own without sagging.  Yet for the average horny male, I’m sure the 
authenticity of her chest wasn’t an issue.  Why some guy thinks a chest 
of silicone is sexy is beyond me, but there you go.

“Hey girl!” I greeted her, tapping her on the shoulder to get her 
attention. 

Beth turned to me and grinned as she stood up to give me a welcoming hug.  
Then, as if to set the tone for the evening, she gave me a kiss on the 
lips, lingering just long enough to send the message to whomever was 
watching that it was more than just a friendly hello.  Indeed, I was 
pretty sure we WERE being watched by most of the guys sitting at the bar, 
not to mention a few girls as well.  The bartender just smiled demurely 
and gave Beth a wink before moving on to attend to her other customers.

“Take your coat off, stay a while,” she said, offering to help me out of 
it. 

I unbuttoned it and slipped my arms out after which she hung it on the 
back of the barstool next to her.  Her eyes gave me the once over and 
from the naughty grin on her face, I must have met her approval.

“Damn Kelly, that skirt looks fucking great on you... and the top... whoa 
girl!” she complimented me. 

Beth wasn't dressed all that conservative herself.  Similar to me, she 
was wearing an off-white skirt, although just a bit longer than mine, 
together with a peach cami top under an open pale blue blouse.  I could 
see the outline of her bra under the cami which didn’t surprise me.  
Unlike her friend on the other side of the bra, Beth’s were 100% natural 
gifts from Mother Nature herself.  She would often whine to me about how 
having big boobs wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, with the resulting 
back problems and bouncing.  Well, I wouldn’t mind trying them out for a 
day just to see how “miserable” they were!  She might complain about them 
but at the same time, she never failed to proudly display them every 
chance she had.

Beth explained it was like an hour wait for a table or booth which is why 
she took the bar seats.  She lifted her head, like a gopher from its 
burrow, looking around for Kristi, mumbling something about what a bitch 
it was to hold open seats when the place was this crowded.  We both took 
out seats again and I did my best to pretend I wasn't noticing the eyes 
focused on us as we deliberately crossed our legs and allowed our skirts 
to ride up just enough to let people wonder what would show if they went 
just another inch or two higher up.  It was a bit chilly and my legs felt 
cold but it was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of knowing 
people were most likely staring at them.  OK, I admit it... ego trumps 
comfort every time!

I ordered my usual from the bartender - a Diet Coke, and just as I was 
served Kristi finally came in puffing away, her face a little red either 
from the cold or hustling in from the parking lot, probably a mix of the 
two.

“Damn, I had to walk a fucking mile to find a fucking parking spot,” she 
huffed as she caught her breath, obviously a little pissed off judging 
from her language. 

Her assessment of the distance was no exaggerated but judging from the 
ridiculous heels she was wearing, it probably felt like it.  The heels 
must have been six inches high, which accounted for why she seemed so 
tall, and the coat she was wearing didn’t even come down to her skirt, 
which barely covered her ass to start with.  As she took her jacket off – 
no wonder she was cold wearing something so light-weight in this weather, 
all eyes were on her and for good reason.  It was a phenomenon you would 
think I’d grow accustomed to but it still irked me a little – but more 
than I would ever have confessed to anyone. 

Whenever I was out with Kristi, it was a given as to who would be getting 
the most attention.  In the past I had been quite jealous but nowadays I 
just tried to accept it as the way things were – with varying degrees of 
success.  Kristi was every guy’s dream girl and there was nothing I could 
do about it by worrying myself over it or trying to compete.  Now if only 
I could get myself to believe that!

Unlike Beth and me, who had chosen light-colored skirts, Kristi was 
wearing a dark blue number that gripped her hips and thighs like it was 
made of Saran Wrap.  It was actually more of a tube top worn around her 
waist than a skirt.  To go along with it she had a white blouse with a 
simple floral print that didn't even HAVE buttons until it was below her 
cleavage.  It was cut to hang loosely and actually looked quite 
comfortable.  Her nipples were showing the effects of the cold outside 
but as loose as the blouse was, it was like they appeared and then 
disappeared, teasing anyone watching to get a better view of them.  
Kristi took the seat that Beth and I had been saving between us and 
FINALLY the three of us were together.

We looked over the menu and decided rather than ordering a full meal we 
would just share some appetizers.  Kristi ordered some sort of alcoholic 
drink and to my amusement (and her chagrin), the bartender carded her.  I 
couldn’t blame the bartender as had I not known any better, I would’ve 
guessed her age to be more like eighteen or nineteen whereas in reality 
she would be 22 in just a couple of months.  There was just something 
about her cute smile and perky boobs that gave her youthful appearance 
that I knew made her extremely in demand at her agency.

While we waited for our food, we chatted about the weather, the latest 
gossip as to who was seeing who – and who wasn’t, that sort of thing.  I 
was enjoying myself and wasn’t even really paying a lot of attention to 
anyone else around us.  On the other hand Kristi, ever the consummate 
professional, kept us duly informed of the comings and goings of every 
cute guy – and girl.  At some point she must have seen something special 
because she had an extra-naughty seemed to be struggling not to giggle.

“Oh my god, did you see the look that guy just gave us?” she said in a 
conspiratorial voice, as if trying not to make it look or sound like she 
was talking about someone. 

I wasn't sure who she meant and so I just shrugged.

“Look... see the guy with the two boys and his wife in the booth across 
the way to the left,” she explained in more detail, “His wife just poked 
him for staring at us!”

Leave it to Kristi to notice such things.  Here we were having a nice 
talk among friends and she was scoping out the people in the room.  Oh 
well, since it appeared there was an opportunity to do a little innocent 
teasing, I pretended to adjust my skirt, tugging at it as if I was trying 
to pull it down but not really accomplishing anything but giving me the 
chance to look around.  I saw the guy she must have been talking about 
but he was staring dutifully down at his plate. 

What was funny was who WAS looking sat us – his wife.  Our eyes met 
briefly and I could see her lips forming the word, “slut” as she glared 
at us.  It was all I could do to keep from breaking out into laughter.  
If only she knew that instead of offending me, she was making my day!  
She really wasn't worth the effort so I just smiled at her and turned 
back to our conversation.  Mission accomplished so far as I was 
concerned.

“Soooooo, did you see him?” Kristi asked in a low whisper to me.

“No but even better - his wife was watching us, the original Wicked Witch 
of the North,” I replied, “I got the impression that she doesn’t likes us 
very much,” and we all giggled.  We all agreed that so long as wives like 
her hated us, we must be doing something right!

Just then our food finally arrived.  As I started to reach for it, I 
sensed someone behind us and turned to see a group of guys standing there 
smiling gamely.  To my surprise, I recognized them immediately, even 
though it had been quite a while since I’d last seen a couple.  I 
recognized the one who seemed to be the leader as Greg.  We had been in 
the same high school class and even dated a few times.  At the time he’d 
gotten nothing but more than a BJ from me but then years later we bumped 
into each other at church. 

Well, it turned out to be a lot more than a bump but you get the idea.  
Next to him was Terry, one of Kristi’s old boyfriends I vaguely 
remembered from a couple of years or so ago.  My memory started to come 
back and I recalled that he and his brother had spent a few double dates 
with Kristi and me.  Some fond memories of an afternoon out on the deck 
with them still haunted me at times.  In the back of the pack was Todd, 
still as shy as always.  Todd and I went back quite a ways.  There was 
one time in particular where another girl and I had teased him 
mercilessly in Chemistry class where he worked as an assistant.  Years 
later our paths crossed and I learned that he had grown up – a lot, and 
in all the right places as well.  Indeed, the day he spent with my friend 
Nancy and I was one that made it into my diary!

Wow, it had been a couple of years or so since I’d been with any of them 
and so it felt sort of weird that the three of them would be together 
just at the same time that the three of us girls were out.  Something was 
suspicious.  Call me paranoid but I immediately suspected my slutty 
cousin of arranging something but she was acting as surprised as I was.  
Well, she was PAID to be a good actor so I never could tell for sure in 
these type of situations if she was playing me or not. 

Beth didn’t seem to know any of them and I had to remind her about Todd 
and Greg, since they’d been in several of our classes.  It didn’t 
surprise me she didn’t know Terry, unless she had been hanging around 
with Kristi and hadn't told me about it.  I sort of doubted it as one of 
the them would have been bragging about it the next day!

“Hey, we’ve got a table over there, would you girls like to join us?” 
Greg offered.  The three of us looked at each other and almost as if we 
were mind readers, all shrugged at the same time which drew a laugh from 
everyone.

“Sure, just let us get our stuff here moved to your table,” Kristi said 
quickly, seizing the moment as she liked to say.

The guys were more than anxious to help us and they even grabbed out 
coats for us.  We followed them to their table which was over in the 
outer section of the restaurant.  There were lots of windows and it was 
noticeably chillier than it had been in the center of the restaurant at 
the bar but I wasn't about to complain.  I could feel a small furnace 
lighting between my legs which was keeping my mind off the cold!  I’d 
fucked all three of these guys at least once in the past and had to 
admit, wouldn’t mind doing all three of them again – maybe together this 
time around.

Seating arrangements were a critical decision, even if we tried not to 
make a big deal of it.  Basically, there were two options – “tease” vs.  
“slut”.  If there’s one things girls just seem to know instinctively, 
it’s using the “herd” mentality for protection.  Think about it... how 
often do you ever see a girl at a table go to the restroom alone if 
there’s other girls with her?  And no, it’s NOT so they can have wild 
lesbian sex behind closed doors!  Look at the mall... I’m sure you’ve 
noticed that the girls all hang together in their little “herds”, 
typically separated by looks, social status and culture.

As a general rule, the “herd” stays together so if you see a group of 
girls hanging around together, don't expect it to be so easy to “split 
one off from the herd” just so you can do her.  Sorry, but unlike in the 
raunchy movies, the odds are heavily against you and you’d be better off 
saving your strength, biding your time for when they break apart later.  
It’s when you see a girl alone, especially if she’s flaunting what her 
momma gave her, that you know you have the best shot – or at least an 
opportunity.  It’s the wild mustang that goes it alone – or the loser but 
we won’t go there!

So what does all that have to do with the three of us sitting in a 
restaurant with these guys?  Well, we COULD have sat with the three girls 
together and the three guys together.  It was a round table so the outer 
couples would still be next to each other but the general atmosphere 
would have been, “hands off, we’re together”.  The other option, which we 
naturally chose without even thinking about it, was to sit alternating 
boy-girl.  This had the immediate effect of reducing our defenses and 
sent a signal loud and clear to the guys that yes indeed, we WERE 
interested – in what we weren’t sure yet though.  As far as what we were 
MIGHT be interested in, THAT’S another story but at least we left the 
door open for negotiation.

As it ended up more by accident than design, I was between Greg and Todd 
with Beth surrounded by Todd and Terry leaving Kristi to squeeze in the 
back against the outer wall between Terry and Greg.  Personally, I was 
pleased with the seating arrangements.  Terry was really more a friend of 
Kristi so having Greg and Todd by me was definitely the preferable 
choices, at least so far as I was concerned.

We got to talking and at first it was just mostly reminiscing about our 
long past school days and then it started to go into who was dating who 
back then.  The guys were drinking beers and Kristi and Beth had their 
own drinks going so I was probably the only one with a legal blood 
alcohol level before long.  Needless to say, the conversations began to 
get racier and more “interesting”.  Still, we WERE in a public restaurant 
so it wasn’t like things could ever get THAT crazy but it was fun to see 
what we could say..  without actually saying it, if you get what I mean.

“So Kristi, I hear you’re working nights.... how’s that going for you?” 
Greg said, nudging her just a bit with his elbow. 

Of course Beth and I knew what he was referring to but I wasn't so sure 
Todd did.  Terry, moving in closer to Kristi from the other side, 
certainly seemed to understand what Greg was referring to.  His hand was 
under the table and being towards the outer wall of the room, even though 
I couldn't actually see where it was, I had a pretty damn good idea.  
From the mischievous grin that Kristi was wearing, I was sure I was 
right!

“Yeah, saw you drive up earlier... nice wheels!” Todd joined in but I had 
a suspicion he wasn't “in” on what everyone else knew about Kristi.  
Heck, you would think if anyone did, he would given how much they’d seen 
of each other.  Then again, maybe he didn’t WANT to know.  After all, not 
every guy’s thrilled to have a hooker for a girlfriend.

Kristi just smiled and let it go at that.  Actually, she usually didn’t 
talk a whole lot about her “work”, not even with me except when she was 
trying to persuade me into doing something with her.  Instead, she nodded 
towards me and said, “Well, it’s Kelly’s whose been working the 
neighborhoods actually.”

Todd and Terry looked a little puzzled but Greg seemed to know something 
about it.

“Oh yeah, I’d heard about your little ‘parties’.  Did you know my mom was 
at one of them a while back?  She said you were really hot,” Greg said, 
sitting back as if pleased with himself for sharing that nugget of 
information but he wasn't through.  “Actually, she didn’t know it was you 
personally – I don't she ever really met you, did she?  She just knew 
your first name and from the description I figured it was you.  You 
always did have that ‘inner slut’ thing going, didn’t you?”

Beth was a little left out.  From the way she was talking with Greg, I 
got the feeling they knew one another but I wasn't sure if they’d done 
anything.  She didn’t seem to know Todd but that didn’t surprise me as he 
was the class nerd and extremely shy back in high school.  He certainly 
blossomed after graduation but in school, he was such a dork!  Terry was 
really Kristi’s old boy toy so unless they had something going I didn’t 
know about, he would be new to Beth as well.  

A few more drinks and the conversation drifted into a debate over who was 
the biggest slut in high school.  Naturally I felt I was up for the 
honors but the boys made a great case for Kristi as well.  Beth, while 
quite active behind the scenes, had never flaunted herself as publicly as 
Kristi and I had, thus disqualifying herself for the award.  To my 
frustration, the guys decided that Kristi was the bigger slut.  It was a 
little unfair as she got to come along behind me so she knew where the 
bar was.  Since I was the “pioneer” you would have thought I would have 
gotten some extra credit for that at least.  Of course Kristi seemed 
quite pleased with herself and then I noticed something I should have 
before the vote.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” I protested, “That’s tampering with the jury!”

Indeed, Kristi had one hand to each side of her and I had no doubt where 
they were resting!  Oh well, what could I say about my younger cousin?  
She played to win, whatever it took.  She had learned at an early age, 
just as I did, that girls could manipulate guys easily and used her 
“powers” to their fullest.

Meanwhile, I had my own issues to contend with, not that they were so 
bad.  In fact, they were quite nice!  Greg was trying to feel me up now 
that Terry was paying more attention to Kristi.  I felt his hand on my 
bare leg but I didn’t make a move, hoping he would get the idea from the 
fact that I was not pushing him away that what he was doing was fine with 
me.  If nothing else, his hand felt so warm!  He moved slowly as we 
talked until his fingers were up to the edges of my skirt and then I felt 
them slip just under it, not enough to cop a feel but more than enough to 
signal intent.  I just went on as if nothing was happening as he got 
bolder and his hand crept more towards the inside of my leg.  It had been 
years since we’d last met and I recalled the fun we had in the church 
basement that morning.  It made me wonder why hadn't we gone out again 
after that?  I really didn’t have a good answer, it just hadn’t happened.

Poor Beth.  Todd may have grown into quite the hunk and I knew from past 
personal experience that once you got him over his shyness he was quite 
the man indeed to be with, but he still seemed to be skittish as a rabbit 
in public places.  You would have thought he would’ve grown out of some 
of his shyness by now, but it was sort of cute to see him looking at Beth 
and while I knew what he wanted but didn’t have the courage to go for.  
Beth undoubtedly knew what Kristi and I were getting and even it wasn't 
all that much, it was still physical attention and what girl doesn’t want 
some of THAT?  Nothing of consequence was going to happen here though, 
and for that matter the whole situation was like a scene from our high 
school days.  Sheesh, you would think we had grown out of such 
foolishness!

Apparently Kristi agreed with me as she turned and whispered something 
into Terry’s ear.  His eyes widened and a smirk came to his face.  I 
could only imagine what she’d said to him.  With Kristi, it might have 
been most anything, from a comment about how his dick felt all the way to 
an invitation to fuck her in the back supply room or restroom.  Frankly, 
there isn’t a whole lot that would have surprised me when it came to her.

“Sounds cool,” Terry finally said aloud to Kristi.  He then looked at the 
rest of us and said, “Kristi here suggested that we go someplace.... a 
little less ‘public’ if get her meaning.  Suggestions anyone?”

Kristi was boring hole in me with her eyes and I knew she was waiting for 
me to offer up my apartment but there was no way THAT was happening.  If 
there was one inviolate rule regarding my place that I made when I moved 
in – it was no boys allowed.  My apartment was my home, my sanctuary.  It 
was MINE!  It was the first place in my entire life that I could call my 
own.  At my parent’s house I had a bedroom in a home I shared with them 
growing up.  At school I had dorm rooms and apartments that I had to 
share with one or more roomies.  When I moved in my apartment and shut 
the door behind me for the first time, I felt this incredible rush 
knowing it was just ME and ME alone for the first time ever.  If a guy 
wanted to spend the evening, or night, with me, he could take me to his 
place but never to mine.  There was also the little issue that I felt a 
more secure when most people didn’t know where I lived.  Last thing I 
needed in my life was a stalker!

Beth’s place was out of the question.  She still lived at home and while 
I had no doubt her horny kid brother would love to watch and even her dad 
might like to sneak peek, her mom would faint dead away if she invited us 
over for an orgy in her house.  Not that we necessarily WERE going to 
have one tonight, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Kristi’s place was definitely doable.  After all, she and I had been with 
numerous guys over the years at her house – sometimes even with her mom.  
No doubt these guys wouldn’t mind having a hot MILF for the night join us 
but I wasn't sure this was the time or place for such a Linda’s cougar 
instincts to come out.  All it would do in the end is make the evening 
even more crazy that I had imagined it would be when I left my apartment 
earlier.

That left it up to the guys.  I really had no idea what their personal 
situations were these days.  Did they have their own places, live at 
home, share a place, or what?  Heck, the last time I’d even really had 
anything to do with any of them was now literally years in the past.  As 
it turned out, Terry (Kristi’s old boy-toy) was living in a dorm still 
and Todd was still with his parents so that left Greg.  Like he had a 
choice!  It was either bring three hot and horny girls to his place or be 
left with nothing but a cheap feel under the table.  Hmmm, I wonder what 
he would decide?  Since this wasn't planned and he was a guy living 
alone, or so he had said, I could only imagine what a mess his place 
might look like but I guess it wasn't like it really mattered.

Needless to say, Greg gave in and said we could come over.  The guys 
offered to drive us to Greg’s place but to their obvious frustration, we 
chose to stay together and drive in one car to meet them there.  We ended 
up taking my car for no other reason than I’d been lucky enough to find 
the closest parking spot, even it was still a long ways away from the 
door.  We finished up our drinks, I got the directions to plug into my 
GPS, and we were off.  The three of us piled into my car, Beth in front 
with me while Kristi took the backseat for herself.  I started the car 
right away so it would warm up while I typed in the address in my GPS.

“Wow, I can’t believe we met those guys tonight... like, what are the 
odds?  Don't you agree Kristi?” Beth asked mischievously, looking back 
over her seat at Kristi.  I wasn't looking myself but I could hear her 
snickering behind us, trying to keep from bursting out laughing.  

“I guess it’s just a mystery, isn’t it?” Kristi replied.  I glanced back 
and she was grinning like a cat who just ate the canary.  Beth had her 
nailed!  It really didn’t surprise me to be honest.  Even though for me 
an evening with my two closest friends was something to be looked forward 
to and cherished, Kristi was always trying to push the limits.  I could 
only imagine what she had told them beforehand.  I wondered who she had 
called first?  Did she just call one and he recruited the others or did 
she invite the three of them personally?  Was she seeing them more than I 
had thought?

“OK, spill it cuz, you’ve been fucking all three of them, right?” I 
challenged her.

Kristi pouted as if she was hurt – yeah right.  The only thing that would 
hurt HER was if you removed the batteries from her naughty toys!

“Actually I haven’t!” she said, almost proudly as if it was something to 
brag about that she did NOT fuck somebody for once.  “Todd’s always been 
such a nerd.  I never got what you saw in him Kelly.  Yeah he LOOKS hot 
now but other than that.... he’s still Todd the Toad” she trailed off, 
figuring she’d probably said enough just by reminding me of what I use to 
call him back in high school.  

“And how about YOU girl... what’s YOUR story with these guys?” I queried 
Beth as I pulled out of the parking lot into the evening traffic and 
headed towards town.

“Well.  I DID sort of have a thing for Todd back in school, but I never 
told you ‘cause I knew what you would say,” Beth said, almost wincing as 
she said it like we were going to laugh at her or something.

“You’re kidding!” I exclaimed, truly surprised for the first time 
tonight, “You and... Todd?  Damn girl, why didn’t you tell me?  Did you 
do him?  Fess up!”

“Well... sorta,” she said, as if she was ashamed of herself.

“Sort?” Kristi barged in, “What the hell does THAT mean?”

“Well I blew him a few times, that was all,” Beth confessed, “He really 
IS pretty well hung you know.”

I certainly did and I had to admit to myself, although I wouldn’t to Beth 
at the moment, at least not in front of Kristi, that there had been times 
I’d regretted teasing him so mercilessly in school instead of making a 
run at him myself.


Chapter 4 – Playing Games at Greg’s Place
=========================================

We went on some more and before we knew it, we were at the address Greg 
had given me.  Damn, the place was BIG.  All I can say is that his 
parents must be loaded.  Funny thing was, he claimed to have his own 
place but there was no way anyone his age could afford this joint, unless 
he’d won the Lottery jackpot.

Looking around, I saw their car parked down the driveway, on an extension 
that left the large bricked circular drive that ran in front of the main 
house and led to a smaller building off to the side – I was guessing the 
proverbial “mother-in-law” suite?  It might also serve as a guest house 
or anything else for that matter.  At the moment, I was guessing Greg was 
living in it himself so TECHNICALLY he didn’t live WITH his parents, he 
just lived on the same property.

The guys were waiting for us as I hadn't set any speed records on the way 
there while no doubt they had run the red lights in their quest to get 
back as quickly as possible.  They even opened the doors for us and 
helped us out which was always a welcome thing when you’re wearing heels 
like ours – especially Kristi’s.

“Cool place,” Kristi said admiringly.

“C’mon, let’s get in before we all freeze our asses out here!” Terry 
called out.  Given they’d been waiting in the cold for us, no doubt they 
were already half- frozen.  Besides, I imagined their swollen dicks were 
an incentive for them to get inside as well.  

We walked in and it looked to be more a cottage than a home, sort of wide 
open with a kitchenette, living room, and dining area all filling one 
large open living space.  A single door, no doubt leading off to a 
bedroom, was at each side with a fireplace in the far wall that was 
already “burning”, natural gas rather than wood but it looked pretty 
realistic all the same.

“Here, let me take your coats,” Greg offered as we slipped them off and 
handed them over.  He opened one of the side doors and sure enough, I got 
a glimpse of a bed inside where he dropped them off before returning, 
closing the door behind him.

Looking around, I have to say the place wasn't nearly as bad as I’d 
feared it might be.  As hesitant as Greg has been I had been concerned 
that we were going to be treated to the stereotypical single male mini-
trash dump of beer cans and empty pizza boxes.  Surprisingly, it turned 
out to be fairly well kept up, leading me to suspect the same maid 
service that took care of the main house also stopped by to keep an eye 
on Greg’s place.

We all stood there, for a moment there was an awkward silence.  ALL of us 
knew why we were here yet nobody was going to come right out and say it.  
It was the typical “dance” people go through but fortunately we had 
Kristi with us.  If there was anyone who could get things started, it was 
my slutty cousin!

“OK, so like... who’s gonna fuck me first?” she said in a casual tone, 
almost as if asking what the temperature was outside. 

For a moment everyone just kind of stared at her and then at each other, 
not sure how to respond.  To be honest, even I was a little surprised 
that she was THAT forward but then I guess if I was to think about it 
more, I shouldn’t have been.  Oh well, so much for a simple night out 
with my friends!  Actually, any chance of THAT had gone out the  window 
long before now.

Nobody reacted right away so Kristi just huffed in mock frustration and 
started pointing to each of us, taking charge.

“Well, if THAT’S the way it’s gonna be... Kelly, you take Todd... Beth, 
Terry... and Greg, I get you first,” she decided for us.  I noticed she 
emphasized the “first” part quite heavily, as no doubt the guys did as 
well.

We each looked at our “assignments”.  It was sort of funny in that as 
horny as everyone was – we girls as much as the boys had we dared tell 
them, the way Kristi was shoving us into it sort of made everyone a 
little uneasy.  Then I had an idea...

“Hey, why don't we get started with a game first?” I proposed, “You two 
up for a challenge?”

I was looking at Kristi and Beth, both of whom seemed to have no idea 
what I was talking about so I explained.  Kristi seemed a bit miffed as 
she now doubt was ready to get down to it but she listened as well.

“OK, here’s how it goes... In the first round, each girl sucks each guy 
for one minute.  Then the guys get blindfolded and we suck them each 
again for one minute but they don't know who does them when.  The guy who 
identifies us in the correct order wins!”

“What does the winner get?” Greg asked quickly, looking a little anxious.

“Ahhhhh... Well, he gets to decide the rules for the next round,” I 
answered, “But it has to be something where the girls are blindfolded 
instead.”

The guys certainly seemed to be OK with it and Kristi and Beth just 
shrugged.  I think so long as they got to suck some dick – and do it 
SOON, they didn't really care what the “rules” were.  We were still all 
dressed and for another pregnant pause we all just stood there until 
Kristi took over again.  “Well, are you guys gonna get undressed or 
what?” she asked, more a statement than a question though.

Instantly three belt buckles came undone and before long the guys had 
their pants off, followed quickly by their underwear and socks.  Kristi 
just shook her head and pointed at their shirts, which quickly joined the 
pile of clothes behind them, leaving three wonderfully nude men standing 
in front of us.  All three had nice erections, their dicks sticking out 
from their groins like firm fleshy sausages.  Todd was definitely in a 
class by himself but the other two were still well within the “average” 
range for penis size.  Greg appeared to be a little thicker than Terry, 
and he also had the thickest bush of pubic hair of the three, something 
that always drew my attention.

As for us girls, we just dropped our heels and otherwise stayed dressed.  
No doubt we would be naked soon enough, but all of us had learned years 
before that staying dressed at the beginning can be more of a turn-on for 
a guy than stripping down to nothing right off the bat.  The guys were 
lined up with Greg to our left, then Todd and finally Terry to our right.  
At that moment, Kristi was lined up with Greg, followed by me and then 
Beth.

“Well, I guess we need to give you guys something to remember, don't we?” 
Beth finally spoke up, getting into the game.

As if we’d practiced this before (which we had NOT), we each took a step 
forward at the same time and dropped to our knees in front of our first 
designated guy.  I reached out and took hold of Todd’s hard dick by the 
base and just held him there as the other two watched me and then did the 
same with their guy’s dick.

“OK, who’s keeping time?” I asked.  The guys looked at each other and 
Greg lifted his shoulders and said he would try his best.  “Mmmmmmm, OK 
then Greg, tell us when to start and then let us know when the first 
minute is over.”

I looked to my right and then my left.  Both girls were gripping their 
guy’s dick and I could see the lust shining in Beth’s eyes.  Damn she 
seemed to be horniest of the three of us – and that’s pretty darn horny!  
Just then Gregg exclaimed, “OK – go!”

My attention immediately returned to the wonderful hard cock in my hand.  
As I took Todd’s fat dick in my mouth, I couldn't help but remember the 
last time I’d sucked him and how great it had been when he fucked me.  I 
was sure he remembered as well as I felt his cock surge in my mouth as I 
started to stroke up and down on it, my tongue dancing along the stiff 
shaft as it slipped in and out of my mouth.  Damn, he was really big!  I 
circled his dick with my right thumb and forefinger to stabilize it as my 
other hand carefully caressed his hairy balls.  He smelled incredible, a 
mixture of thick and heavy musk with a faint odor of sweat, and I loved 
the taste and feel of him in my mouth.

“Time!” Gregg called out. 

Damn!  It seemed like it had been only a few seconds!  Todd looked down 
at me appreciatively as I dropped his dick from my mouth and scooted to 
my right in front of Terry.  Beth moved around to Greg while Kristi took 
my spot that I’d just vacated in front of Todd.  

“Ready... set... GO!” Greg called out and I took Terry in my mouth this 
time. 

There was a dramatic difference in how he filled my mouth compared to 
Todd’s dick but he tasted just as good, if not better.  I could hear the 
guys all starting to grunt as the second minute of getting their dicks 
sucked passed by quickly.  Too quickly, at least for me, but then it was 
me in front of Greg this time for the third and final round of the pre-
“game trial runs”.  I stared at the incredible forest of pubic hair in 
front of me, running my fingers through it as we got settled in our new 
spots and waited for the go-ahead.  I loved the way it ran through my 
fingers, kinky and coarse.  Of course, the best thing was the beautiful 
dick that emerged from it, like a tall redwood tree reaching out from the 
forest canopy below.

“Go!” Greg called out, not giving us any warning this time. 

I briefly looked to my right and saw the other girls had dived onto their 
dicks, like they were starving and the dicks in their hands were the 
first food they’d had in ages.  As I suckled Greg’s dick in my mouth, I 
wondered if it reminded him of the time I’d done almost this very same 
thing while we were playing hooky from the church service in the church 
basement?  I certainly did!  God, it had been so hot to fuck him while we 
could hear the goings on in the pews right above us.  Imagine if the 
minister had known anything at all about what we were doing instead of 
listening to his boring sermon?

Once the third and final minute was completed, we stood up and I wiped 
the spit from my mouth, smiling at Greg as his eyes rolled.  I wondered 
how I’d done compared to my cousin and best friend?  Well, we would find 
out shortly how memorable each of us had been!

Greg went to the closet to find some cloths to use for blindfolds.  All 
three of the guys were even stiffer than before, not surprisingly, and 
none of them showed any sign of dwindling as they waited to be 
blindfolded.  As soon as they were all properly prepared, the three of us 
girls silently pointed to who we wanted to start with.  Funny, but all 
three of us pointed to Todd first!  I guess we all wanted that incredible 
massive dick right away but then, we would all have a shot at it soon so 
why make a big deal out of what order we did it in?  Soon we settled on 
an order, which turned out to be exactly the same as we had started.  It 
was my silent suggestion to do so, figuring they would expect us to 
change around so it mike make it more interesting to see who they thought 
was who this time.

With a blindfold on, Greg couldn’t keep time for us so somehow or another 
I was given the task.  I wasn't thrilled as the last thing I wanted was 
that sort of distraction but unless Greg had a kitchen timer handy (which 
he apparently didn’t), SOMEONE had to do it and since it was my idea in 
the first place, I was given the task.  Needless to say, I couldn’t say 
anything as that would have defeated the game so my intention was just to 
poke the other two when the time came.  

Once again, we “assumed the position”.  Beth and Kristi watched me as I 
waited for the time to hit on the minute.  Rather than say anything, I 
just started sucking Todd’s dick and others quickly followed suit on 
their own.  After having just sucked all three just minutes before, I 
once again marveled at the size and thickness of Todd’s dick.  God, it 
was incredible!  Actually, it made me want to have him fuck me more than 
anything as sucking something this bad boy was actually not the easiest 
thing to do.

When it comes to blowjobs, give me an average or smaller dick every time 
as I can be more creative with them without stretching my mouth out to 
wear it feels sore afterwards.  Most guys really don’t have that big of 
dicks, unlike what you might think watching porn flicks and such.  
Indeed, that’s another reason I don’t like to get “cock shots” in my e-
mail as I doubt how authentic they are.  If I was to believe my e-mail, 
every guy on the planet is sporting an eight inch or larger dick!  As 
that directly contradicts my personal experience – and it’s not like I 
haven’t had enough dicks to suck to form a statistically large enough 
sample, I have to conclude that most of these so-called “cock shots” are 
“borrowed”, to be kind about it.

As I had feared, it was definitely a distraction to have to keep time!  
Still, I think I did a pretty good job on Todd, even getting that massive 
head a bit down my throat without gagging, well not much at least.  I 
glanced at the watch and saw I was actually ten seconds overdue so I let 
Todd out of my mouth and poked the other two.  They didn’t seem entirely 
happy but we silently traded places.  I handed the watch to Kristi, who 
was sucking Todd this time, figuring that it was only fair we shared the 
duty.

For the next minute, and then the one after that, we each did our thing 
on our assigned guy.  The only sounds were their moaning, with Greg being 
the loudest.  God, he sounded like he was in agony and it didn't seem to 
matter which of the three of us was sucking him.  Now there was a guy who 
definitely appreciated a BJ!  When the last minute was over, we stood up 
and backed away from them, waiting a minute before saying anything so 
they wouldn’t know if we had shuffled around at all.

“OK, blindfolds off!” I declared and the guys quickly removed theirs.  
“Well, what do you think?  Did you all figure out who was who?”

The guys looked at each other and all three of them were grinning like 
crazed idiots.  I noticed Terry was holding his dick, apparently 
subconsciously stroking himself.  The other two just stood there, 
apparently not at all embarrassed at being nude in front of one another 
after each having received partial blowjobs.  

“Hmmmmmm, I think I have it,” Terry was the first to volunteer, “Kristi 
was first, then Kelly and then Beth.”

We couldn't tell him if he as right or wrong as that would have told the 
other two what order we had done them in so I just nodded and pointed 
this time to Todd to get his answer.

“Easy,” he grinned, “Kelly... Beth... Kristi.”

It took all my willpower not to grin and show him he was right so I 
turned my attention to Greg instead.

“I agree with Terry, at least in the order,” he said, a smirk on his face 
as if he was sure of himself, “Beth, Kristi and then Kelly.”

The three of us girls looked at each other, rolling our eyes as if all of 
them were wrong.

“C’mon, I know I had it right!” Todd protested.  Indeed, he was the only 
one.  I found it personally interesting that while the other two had both 
mixed up Kristi and Beth, they ALL had correctly identified me.

“OK, here’s how we started,” I said as we changed around to our original 
order.  Terry and Greg seemed surprised but Todd looked triumphant.  

“I knew it” he crowed, and then he got this look in his eye as the 
realization of what his “win” signified, “And so now what do I get for a 
prize?”

I was about to answer but Beth jumped in first.  Kristi, meanwhile, was 
standing there with her arms folded, looking a little miffed actually.  I 
was sure she caught on that the two guys had confused her and Beth while 
all three and correctly identified me.  It wasn't something her ego was 
ready to accept apparently!

“Well Todd, you get to choose the rules for the next round,” Beth told 
Todd, “Don't you remember?”

“Todd just shrugged and smiled, “Sorry, I’ve been a little distracted 
since then, you know?” after which we all laughed.  Then he grabbed his 
chin with his hand, assuming a more solemn look as he contemplated what 
to ask for.  His eyes brightened and he straightened up to announce his 
decision.

“How about something similar, except this time the guys fuck the girls 
and they have to figure out who’s fucking who?”

Well, it certainly sounded fine with me!  The others seemed to accept it 
as well and it was time for us to get undressed.  We took off our clothes 
rather unceremoniously, and finally the six of us were all nude.  It was 
Kristi who then took the lead.

“C’mon, we can all three sit back on the couch and they can do us next to 
each other, what do ya think?”

Sounded like a viable plan to me!  Once again, I was in the middle with 
Beth to my left and Kristi to my right.  It seemed sort of appropriate as 
I was the one in the middle when you compared us most ways.  I had the 
middle-sized boobs with Beth having the overwhelming favorites with her 
large D cups while Kristi’s perky B’s may have been smaller than mine but 
they looked fabulous!  Kristi was the petite one while Beth was a little 
heavy, putting me somewhat in the middle and I’d rather not say which was 
I was leaning.  Kristi was the whore, Beth the party-orgy girl, while I 
was the one that preferred more intimate and personal sex (well, most of 
the time anyway).  

We scooted to the back of the couch, each of us putting our feet on the 
edge with our knees spread until they were touched the one next to us.  
If there was ever a case where three girls were definitely ready to be 
fucked – and were showing it, this was it!  My pussy was feeling like it 
was on fire and I reached down to touch myself – once again almost in 
perfect sync with the other two as all three of us were horny as hell.  
We slowly masturbated, wetting ourselves in preparation for their swollen 
dicks, which hadn't shrunk one bit since we’d gotten started.

The guys also took the same order as during the BJ round, apparently out 
of habit now more than anything.  Mmmmmmm, that meant I’d be getting 
Todd’s dick first!  There were definite pros and cons to that, as my mind 
raced while they took their positions.  On the one hand, it WAS the 
biggest dick so naturally I couldn't wait to feel it in me.  However, the 
other two after that were considerably smaller, a fact that would be 
accentuated after being stretched out by Todd’s monster dick.  Oh well, 
it was only going to be for a minute so it wasn't like I was getting a 
nice long fuck.  

Once again, Greg had the watch as the three of them positioned their 
dicks at the entrances to our pussies.  Todd instinctively started to rub 
his dick up and down my pussy slit, provoking my clit and sending shivers 
up and down my spine!

“Ready, set... FUCK!” Greg called out, being a little more clever with 
his announcements this time. 

I was spreading my pussy out with my fingers for Todd as he lunged 
forward.  God, it was like I was being split in two!  His massive 
mushroom head forced its way into my wet pussy, spreading me apart and 
making me feel practically like a virgin from the way he felt so huge in 
me!  I couldn’t help but cry out a bit as he pushed it deeper and deeper 
into me, making me feel like he was filling my entire insides up.  Damn, 
how far up in me was he going to go? 

Then he hit bottom, his hairy crotch smashing up against my bare, smooth 
pussy.  He ground his pubic hair into me as his hips swiveled to circle 
his dick inside of me like he was stirring a large soup pot with his 
dick.  The he started stroking himself, in and out of me in a slow rhythm 
which quickly sped up until he as pounding that great dick in me!  God, I 
was about to cum already when to my total frustration, Greg called out 
that it was time to switch.  Todd looked me in the eyes, the lust burning 
within them as he reluctantly pulled out.  When his head popped out it 
was like I felt suddenly totally empty inside, like I’d just expelled a 
baby or something!

No sooner than I had started to catch my breath than Greg was in front of 
me, his stiff dick firm and ready to go.  The guys certainly weren't 
wasting any time this round!  As soon as they were in position, rather 
than wait for the time to start on the minute, Greg called out to get 
started and he rammed himself deep inside of me in one fast push.  After 
Todd’s massive tool, he slide easily in me but I still loved the feeling 
of his dick inside of me.  For that matter, I loved the feeling of ANY 
dick inside of me!  Sure, there may be some that are better than others, 
but I can’t recall one that I did NOT enjoy inside of me!

“Oh yeah... fuck me,” I whispered, almost to myself as he started to 
drive himself in and out of me. 

I was struck by how much more I could feel his pubic hair against me, 
that massive bush that spread even down his thighs a bit.  He certainly 
had never shaved or trimmed it, that was for sure!

Greg simply thrust in and out of me for what remained of the minute.  He 
was staring at my boobs and pussy the entire time, never once meeting my 
eyes, or at least not once that they met.  His hands reached under my 
ass, lifting me up and off the ouch up to his hairy crotch as he slammed 
himself into me.

Terry was the last one to fuck me and he was rather uneventful, to be 
frank.  As soon as time was called to start, he entered me but didn’t 
push it all the way in, rather he stirred his cock head around just 
barely inside of me for half the time before ramming it without warning 
into me to the hilt.  It felt good, of course, but I can’t say there was 
anything that made him stand out from the other two.

The whole time I hadn't even looked at the other two besides me.  I could 
hear Kristi moaning while Beth seemed to be going for the quiet approach, 
a little grunt now and then when I suppose whoever was fucking her shoved 
himself a little extra harder into her.  

It seemed more like a few seconds had gone by rather than little more 
than three when Greg called out time was over for the last time.  In a 
way this was a little fun but at the same time it was more than a bit 
frustrating to just get into the swing of things and have him pull out 
without so much as an extra stroke!  Now things were going to get more 
interesting....

“Your turn to put ‘em on this time,” Greg said as he handed each of us a 
blindfold. 

We stayed in the same positions on the couch.  I looked over at Kristi 
and she was grinning from ear to ear, obviously enjoying herself.  Beth 
seemed a little less taken with the whole thing and knowing her, she was 
wishing all three of them would gang up on her and get it over with!  Oh 
well, may that would happen later, who knows?  

With our blindfolds in place, once again I waited for my pussy to be 
filled - but this time I wasn't knowing ahead of time whose it would be.  
Actually, I didn’t expect to have an problem figuring out who was who.  
The three dicks were all so different that it would be next to impossible 
NOT to tell them apart.  Sure enough, one by one they fucked me and I 
knew from the first instant they penetrated me who it was.  Todd, 
needless to say, was the easiest.  Neither of the other two stood a 
chance of imitating that massive cock!  Even Greg and terry weren’t that 
hard to distinguish and when the last round was finished, I knew exactly 
which one had done me when.  From the looks on Kristi and Beth’s faces, 
they seemed just as confident as well.

“Shit, that was too easy,” Kristi bragged, Beth nodding in agreement.

Without waiting, she pointed them out in order and it was exactly as I 
thought it should be.  The guys seemed a bit chagrined and I hoped none 
of them took it as anything bad or anything.  It was just that with such 
marked differences between their dicks, figuring out who had fucked us 
was pretty simple, especially when you had the experience the three of us 
had.

“Well, that was a tie so now what?” Kristi asked to nobody in particular.  
This time it was Beth who took over.

“Shit, enough stupid games, I want to get laid dammit,” she demanded in 
her typical straight forward way. 

With that, she grabbed Todd by the dick and pulled him towards the couch 
again, like she was leading a donkey except in this case, the donkey 
wasn't fighting back.

Kristi and I looked at each other and for a moment my head raced with the 
possibilities.  In the end, I knew what she wanted and she didn't 
disappoint me, or should I say, she didn't surprise me.

“C’mon Todd, I want your big dick in me again,” she told him, walking 
towards the bedroom, motioning for him to follow.  

That left me and Greg.  If you ignored the little game we had just 
played, it had been several years since he’d fucked me and to be honest, 
the thought of him doing me again wasn't the worst thing in the world – 
not by a long shot!

“Well, I guess that leaves you and me,” he said, almost shyly.  It was a 
little surreal for him to act like some schoolboy embarrassed to ask a 
girl to dance when we were both naked and he had already fucked me twice 
so far tonight, albeit just for a minute each time.

I stepped in closer to him and his arms reached around my back, his hands 
dropping down to cradle my ass in his palms.  I had my arms around his 
neck and I got up on the tips of my toes as he leaned down to kiss me.  
As our lips met and tongues played, I could feel his stiff erection 
poking me in the middle of my stomach.  I loved the way he grabbed my 
butt, squeezing one cheek in each hand.

“Oh god, I want you to fuck me Greg,” I whispered, our lips just barely 
apart.

Beth and Todd were on the couch, Beth already mounted on top of Todd’s 
massive pole, grinding her shaved pussy into his crotch as she filled 
herself up with him.  Kristi and Terry were off on their own.  She was 
probably happy as the two of the them had quite a history.  Plus, Terry 
was the youngest of the three guys and Kristi was always on the lookout 
for the freshest dick available! 

Greg looked around and pulled me over to a Lazy-Boy recliner by the TV 
where he sat down and sort of laid back, his ass at the edge of the chair 
with his still rock-hard dick standing at attention.  It looked so good 
and without a second thought I was on my knees between his hairy legs, 
taking his dick in my mouth as quickly as I could get my lips around him.  
I could smell the distinct odor of pussy on him and I for a moment I 
wondered who was the last girl he’d fucked, remembering then that it had 
been Kristi.  For a moment my mind wandered as I thought of what a REAL 
test would have been – to have each girl try to identify the taste of the 
other two’s pussies on one of the guy’s dicks.  Now THAT would have been 
interesting, to say the least.  

With Greg’s delicious dick in my mouth, I wasn't thinking about such 
things for long as I continued to savor the feel and taste of him.  I 
felt a little lucky in that I’d gotten what I considered the best of the 
three dicks to start off with.  Greg’s cock was large enough to stretch 
me out a bit when he fucked me but not so big it was a problem to blow 
him.  He also had the most dense forest of black pubic hair of any guy I 
had ever known.  I know some girls get turned off by pubic hair and 
prefer a guy to be shaved, but not me.  Nope, the hairier the better I 
always say!  When I really appreciated a hairy crotch was more when I was 
just playing with a guy, say in a car or theater or restaurant.  It’s 
thrilling to me to put my hand down a man’s pants and run my fingers 
through his hair.  I also think a man smells better with lots of hair 
down there.  My theory is that the hair captures his male musk created 
when he gets horny, helping to overpower the less agreeable sweaty smells 
a guy’s crotch tends to have, especially at the end of the day if he 
hasn’t showered recently.

“Fuck!  Oh Kelly, that feel so fuckin’ good,” he moaned as he put his 
hands on my head and pushed me down onto his dick.  “Your mouth’s the 
best of the three of you - hands down!”

If that mouth hadn't been so full of his dick at the moment, I would have 
smiled from ear to ear following that compliment.  Face it, I know I give 
a pretty damn good BJ but it never hurts to receive a compliment, 
especially when it compares me favorably to my whore cousin and horny 
best friend!

I started to just lick the head, letting my tongue run around the ridge 
and the playing with the hole at the tip while my hand gripped his shaft 
at the base like a candlestick.  I kissed his dick and suckled on just 
the head at times, then running my wet tongue up and down the length of 
his shaft without actually taking him in my mouth.  

“Damn you know just how to do that,” he gasped as I felt his hips buck up 
against me, driving his dick into my mouth the next time I had my lips 
around him. 

This time he was more forceful and he also held my head down to force me 
to take in the entire length of his dick.  I felt it push down into my 
throat and I did my best to relax, thus allowing it to slide down inside 
without gagging me.  I looked up and I saw that he as watching his dick 
disappear completely in my mouth as my face buried itself in his thick 
bush of crotch hair.  It tickled my cheeks and it was all I could do not 
to gag and back off as I fought back the laughter.  He was staring at me, 
the way all men do when I take their entire dick in my mouth.  I could 
only imagine how it made him feel but however it was, he certainly seemed 
to be loving it.

“Shit, I gotta fuck you... now!” he gasped, lifting my head from his 
dick.  I stood up and rubbed my crotch for him to watch.  Damn, talk 
about being hot, wet and outright horny!  He wasn't the only one that 
wanted him to fuck me!

I climbed up on the chair, putting my knees to the side of him, pressing 
them in between his thighs and the inside of the chair arms, wedging me 
into place.  Leaning forward, I kissed him as I lowered myself down 
slowly to his impatient dick.  Reaching down between my legs, I gripped 
his shaft and positioned it against my wet pussy hole.  Technically.  it 
had already been fucked six times tonight, although only by three dicks, 
yet in a way for me it was like it was the first time all over again.  
This time it wasn't a game, this time he was fucking me – and doing it 
right.  No timers or pulling out his time – no siree!

“I want you in me Greg,” I whispered in a husky, lustful low tone, “I 
want to feel your hard dick deep in my cunt... fuck me Greg... please 
fuck me!”

Actually Greg wasn’t the one controlling his entry into my pussy.  I was 
lowering myself down onto him at the rate I preferred this time.  None of 
this ‘slam it in” crap this time around.  No... I wanted to feel it enter 
me and SLOWLY push its way into me one inch at a slow inch at a time.  
His head started to push into me and once again I felt myself spread 
apart to take him.  God, I was so horny and wet it slid into me almost 
effortlessly and I held him at that point for the moment. 

I swiveled my hips around, this time it was me circling his dick head 
just inside of me, stimulating me and making bolts of lightning-like 
pleasure stab into me and spread throughout my entire body.  Slowly but 
surely I dripped down onto him, twisting around him as if he was a bolt 
and I was the nut being screwed down onto it.  I guess you could say that 
“screwing” was the perfect description for this!  

“Shit you’re so fucking tight!” he gasped as the final inch of his dick 
pushed its way inside of me until I was now firmly planted on his hairy 
crotch, every bit of his dick was now inside of me. 

For a few minutes, I just sat on him, enjoying the pleasure of him in me.  
I noticed he was looking down at where my pussy was pressed against his 
crotch and I could imagine what he was thinking, realizing his dick was 
now buried inside of me.  I wondered how it felt for his dick to be 
surrounded by my warm, wet pussy, squeezing down on him and gripping him 
in a sexual embrace.  

As for me, sitting there quietly, relaxing for a minute or two with 
Greg’s dick inside of me, was wonderful.  It was like I actually could 
feel him throbbing inside of me.  All it took was the slightest movement 
by either of us to trigger a pleasurable jolt within me, like being 
pricked by a pin or someone touching your ear after rubbing their shoes 
on the carpet, except in this case it felt incredibly GOOD! 

Then I began to slowly grind against him, ever so slowly revolving my 
hips around his pole, feeling his working around inside of me as my pussy 
throbbed with pleasure.  My hand reached down and I started to toy with 
my clit as his hands remained planted firmly on my ass, helping me to 
move around him.  The instant my finger touched my swollen clit I gasped 
as my entire body went rigid.  Oh god it felt so good!

“I love your dick in me Greg,” I whispered hoarsely, barely able to 
speak, “Oh FUCK I love it in me!”

The it hit me, my first orgasm of the night, at least I hoped it was my 
“first”.  My pussy clamped down on Greg’s dick and I heard him groan, not 
sure if it was from pleasure or pain but I didn’t care about him at that 
moment, all I cared about was what was happening to me.  My eyes shut as 
I could see flashed of light in the darkness as goose bumps rose all over 
me and even my hair felt like it was tingling.  It was like I was 
freezing yet at the same time I was on fire, my face feeling flushed and 
my boobs even felt warmer.

“I’m cumming Greg... oh my god I’m cumming so good!”

Greg just sat there, letting me do my thing as I started to rock on his 
cock, driving it in and out of me just a little as my hand continued to 
rub my super- sensitized clit.  I could feel my pussy cumming on his 
dick, flooding his hairy crotch with my cum almost like I was peeing on 
him.  It was such an incredible sensation, like I was almost floating 
over his dick, feeling it in me, becoming part of me, like it was filling 
a void in me – physically and emotionally.

As my orgasm slowly faded, Greg became more animated given my pussy 
wasn't gripping his dick like a vise quite as much.  He began to hump 
under me, driving his stiff warm dick in and out of me at an even faster 
rate than I had been going.  My knees were beginning to hurt from being 
bent so long so I lifted myself up and quickly spun around, putting my 
feet together on the floor and lowering myself back down onto his shaft 
once again.  Even with my thighs tight together, my [pussy was so wet and 
slippery he easily slid into me and I felt this hands once again on my 
butt, his thumbs working their way into the crack of my ass.  I 
remembered that Greg had always been sort of an “ass man” and Imagined 
the sight of my naked butt poking up at him with the occasional glimpse 
of his dick slipping in and out of my pussy was about enough to make him 
cum soon.

One thing about this position, I was able to see across the room to where 
Beth and Todd were going at it.  They were spooning, with his back 
against the couch and his arms around her to keep her from falling off 
the edge while her upper leg was stretched back onto the top of the couch 
above him.  It have a marvelous view of her bare pussy with his huge cock 
ramming in and out of it slowly, like some sort of sexual pile driver.  
She was loving it and for a moment, our eyes met and she grinned at me.  
I could only imagine how her pussy was feeling with that massive dick 
inside.  Sure, I’d had a bit of it earlier, but she must be getting 
pretty worn out by now after his being in her for so long.  I didn’t know 
if she had cum yet or not, or maybe more than once, but she was certainly 
enjoying herself.

As for Kristi and terry, I had no idea what was happening with them.  It 
was sort of odd for Kristi to go off alone in this type of setting but 
then again, she and terry had gone out quite a bit at one time so maybe 
she felt something a little more personal than Beth and I were tonight.  
She had never really referred to him an anything but another “boy-toy” in 
the past, but who knows, maybe she felt something for him more than 
usual?

Meanwhile, I had my own dick to think about - the one in my pussy!  I 
decided to lean back onto his chest, laying my head on his shoulder as I 
lifted my feet up and planted them on the tops of this thighs.  His dick 
stayed in me and he took over the responsibility of fucking me.  It felt 
perfect, so natural, to just lay back like this, his warm body under me, 
as I felt his hips thrust up and down to drive his dick in and out of me.  
Occasionally he would slip out but he quickly grabbed himself and he was 
back in me within seconds. 

Greg was getting close, I could sense it.  The urgency of his thrusts, 
the depth he was trying to ram himself into me, the gasps and groans, all 
signs of an impending explosion of cum.  “Cum in me Greg,” I sighed 
softly, reaching down to let my fingertips touch his slippery dick as it 
slid in me.  I let the palm of my hand press against my clit as my finger 
ran over his shaft as he moved it within me, just letting the sensations 
ripple through me.  “You can cum inside of me if you want to Greg.”

“Fuck me”, “Cum in my mouth,” “You can cum inside of me.” The top three 
phrases men like to hear, at least from my experience.  Of course, “Fuck 
me” is number one by a mile.  Nothing makes a man’s dick spring into 
action faster than hearing a girl ASK to be fucked.  Asking for it in her 
mouth is more kinky than anything.  Frankly, I think it’s a result of 
watching too many porn movies more than anything.  “You can cum inside of 
me” is different.  “Fuck me” appeals to the basic ego where a man loves 
to hear a woman wants HIM to fuck her.  In contrast, “You can cum inside 
of me” is more intimate, more submissive.  It’s a woman not only wanting 
him to fuck her, it’s as if she also wants to have part of him inside of 
her, a virtual “mating” so to speak.  While I have never had a man say to 
“fuck me”, I HAVE had men turn down the “cum inside of me” request, maybe 
because it WAS too personal for them.  Well, that wasn't that case with 
Greg.  No, he was more than willing to stick it out and stay in me when 
he came as he was about to prove.

“Oh shit, I’m almost there Kelly,” he groaned, as if he was holding it 
back to keep the sensation of being on the edge there as long as 
possible.

Then, like a dam suddenly breaking, he literally exploded within me.  I 
felt his entire body jerk under me as his dick drive into me, the first 
eruption of cum pouring from his dick like lava from an erupting volcano.  
I could feel it in me, like a bloom of heat deep inside of me that faded 
away quickly, only to be replaced by another and yet another as he came 
hard inside of me.  His sperm was shooting deep inside of me in a futile 
vain attempt to mate me.  He was grunting and groaning as his most basic 
of instincts- his sex drive, took over.  Greg put his strong hairy arms 
around me and pulled me in tight to him as his hips rose up in the air, 
as if trying to drill even deeper into me.  His hand covered my boobs, 
touching them for the first time as he squeezed them while his orgasm 
quickly diminished.

“Oh fuck, that was incredible,” he groaned loudly as I felt him literally 
sag under me, all his earlier drive and lust suddenly gone as if it had 
burst from him along with his hot cum.  

“Hold me Greg,” I whispered, trying to maintain this moment for as long 
as I could. 

His hands remained on my breasts as my hand pressed down on my clit, not 
moving to stimulate it but rather just putting continuous pressure on it.  
I could feel his dick getting smaller, receding from me as it shrank.  
Finally it flopped out of me and I could feel a warm wetness as his cum 
drained out of me and down to my ass once the dam created by his cock was 
out of the way.  I rubbed my fingers in it and brought it to my mouth, 
licking the mixture of our cum from my fingers like I use to lick the 
beaters from my mom’s mixer when I was a little girl.  As much as I loved 
licking those sweet beaters back then, what I was tasting now beat it 
hands down!

Greg was spent for the moment so I turned my attention to Beth and Todd.  
She was on her back now with Todd kneeling on one knee with his outer leg 
on the floor, fucking her as he stood up straight.  She had one leg 
draped over the edge of the couch with the other ;lifted upward and being 
held up by Todd as he slowly slid hid giant cock in and out of her poor 
abused pussy.  Well, she wanted it so I didn’t want to hear any 
complaining later about how sore she was!  She looked at me as I 
approached and I saw her eyes go to my crotch, where’s Greg’s cum was 
draining down the inside of my thigh.  God, how much had he pumped into 
me anyway?

“Mmmmmmm, “ was all she said as she reached out for me. 

I knew what she wanted, at least with Beth it didn’t take a lot of fancy 
psychology to figure out what she wanted during sex.  It was pretty 
simple – as many dicks as she could get and as much cum as she could 
swallow – regardless of the source.  Beth and I weren't together sexually 
all that much, very little in fact.  Most of the time it was situations 
like this – a party where we just happened to come together during the 
course of events.  

As Todd watched, I straddled Beth’s face and lowered by freshly fucked 
pussy to her face.  Beth lifted her head with her tongue outstretched as 
she eagerly awaited the chance to lick Greg's cum from my pussy.  Sure, 
she might like just licking my pussy but I knew what she REALLY wanted 
was to get that cum out of me for herself.  

“Oh yeah,” I sighed as her tongue danced on my clit and pussy lips.

Then her lips grabbed me and I could feel her tongue exploring up and 
inside of me, pressing into me as far as she could reach.  She lapped up 
Greg's cum from my pussy like a hungry cat at a bowl of fresh milk.  I 
ground my pussy into her face, feeling her nose against my asshole as she 
sucked and licked my pussy noisily.  Meanwhile, Todd was still fucking 
her and I could feel her move under me each time he slammed his crotch 
into her pussy.

“I’m going to cum,” he said through gritted teeth as he started pumping 
her hard and fast.

“Don't you fuckin’ cum inside of me you fuckin’ asshole,” Beth suddenly 
exclaimed between my thighs. 

I was facing Todd so he looked at me as he couldn't see Beth’s face.  
From the wild look in his eyes, I could tell that he was close to cumming 
and there would be no stopping him before long.  

“Cum in my mouth,” I told him, thinking ahead to what I thought Beth 
would like.  Todd looked at me, as if making sure he had heard me 
correctly so I said it again.  “That’s right Todd, you can cum in my 
mouth.”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, or should I say 
that pulled the trigger on his grenade, or whatever silly analogy you 
want to use.  He pulled out of her pussy and I leaned forward, keeping my 
own pussy on Beth’s face as I positioned myself in front of the monster 
dick that was now mere inches in front of me.  Todd was stroking himself 
with his hand and it only took a few before his first shot erupted and I 
watched as it sprang from the tip of his dick, directly towards my wide 
open mouth.  It landed perfectly on my tongue but the next shot went off 
the mark and hit me square on the forehead.  I leaned closer and he got 
the rest in my mouth from that shot on.  As big as he was, I guess I was 
expecting more cum but he didn’t shoot nearly as much as I thought Greg 
had done to me earlier.

I opened my mouth to show Todd the results as he smiled – just as very 
guy does when he sees my mouth full of his cum, as if it was some 
monstrous accomplishment on his part.  Actually, I felt I deserved the 
credit in most cases for being able to capture some of the wild shots 
they made!  I think Todd was expecting me to swallow it at that point and 
indeed, had it been just me and him I would have, opening my mouth like a 
patient getting pills from a nurse to prove it was all in my stomach.  
But in this case, I wasn’t alone!

Lifting myself off of Beth’s face, I kneeled down next to the couch and 
put my head over hers.  She liked at me and I could see from the grin on 
her face that she knew what was coming up next.  Sure enough, she opened 
her mouth as I did the same, allowing Todd’s sperm to slowly fall from my 
mouth to hers in a gooey mess.  I couldn't turn my head to prove it, but 
I was sure as anything that Todd was watching and I wondered if his cock 
was staying hard as he watched me give his sperm to Beth. 

When it was all out, or at least as much as was easily going to, I leaned 
down and kissed Beth.  I felt her pushing his sperm up and into my mouth 
with her tongue and I reached out with my own tongue to touch hers, all 
sperm-covered now.  This time I DID look back at Todd and sure enough, he 
was stroking himself as he watched two girls, one of who he had just 
fucked good and hard, swapping his cum between them.  I imagined this was 
a sight he’d be remembering for quite a few masturbation sessions in the 
future!

“Well, I assume that’s where you wanted him to cum?” I asked her with a 
sly grin after we kissed for a while. 

Beth didn’t answer but just winked at me.  By now, Greg had recovered and 
he motioned for Todd to get out of the way as I he wanted to take a crack 
at Beth for a while.  Todd was stroking his dick which was about half 
flaccid now, despite his best efforts.  Well, I guess I had my work cut 
out for me!

OK, so it wasn't the “girl’s night out” as I had envisioned it.  But it 
did turn out to be quite an evening in its own right.  Beth and I traded 
between Greg and Todd a few times, sometimes ganging up on one and then 
the other, Beth even letting them DP her at one point.  The two of us 
came several times, once together as we 69’d for the benefit of the guys 
at one point.  It was funny in that I didn’t feel so much as I was having 
sex with Beth as I was performing with another girl for the ‘audience”.  
I guess that’s why I always say it’s better when it’s 1-1, as you don't 
feel that way when you’re alone with just one guy.

Kristi and Terry never did leave the bedroom, not even when Beth and I 
were ready to call it a night.  In the end, we left her behind to find 
her own way home the next morning – something Terry was more than happy 
to provide.  She never really wanted to discuss it later but I have to 
wonder sometimes if she doesn't feel a little something extra special for 
him, despite her protests to the contrary.

THE END


  
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