Subject: Blindfold Games (MF, MFF, FF, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: FEBRUARY 27, 2009
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Summary:
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
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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 us, 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 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 a 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
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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 a 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. Mmmmm, 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 it’s 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
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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 it’s 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 there 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” jus 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 please 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 a 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
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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. “Mmmmm, 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 m 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.
“Hmmmm, 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 no 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. Mmmmm, 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 it’s 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 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
it’s 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
it’s 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 of 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. The, 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 my 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?
“Mmmmm, “ 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 anted
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 it’s 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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