“Across the Living Room” by Side_Windbag – MMF

My name is Dan. I am a professional working at a large accounting firm in the Midwest. I had remained unmarried into my thirties partly because I didn’t want to give up the variety of different women that I bedded and partly because I couldn’t find a women that I was willing to wake up next to for the rest of my life.

I met Sharon at a party about two years ago, and was immediately captivated by her looks as well as her personality. We started dating and fell in love. Soon after, we got married. She was well worth the pains of being separated from my male friends and the bevy of beauties that we kept in tow.

Sharon is a living doll. She is petite at about 5′-2″ tall with full firm 36C breasts and a beautiful heart-shaped ass. Her face is beautiful with full lips and an impish smile framing perfect white teeth. She has large oval shaped green eyes that hypnotize me and most other straight men. She has long wavy black hair that shimmers in the light. At twenty-eight, she is six years younger than I am.

She had married right out of school to her high school sweetheart before she realized that he was a real idiot trying to screw everything with two legs and a skirt. She dumped him unceremoniously per her account. She is independent and very intelligent. She is a good and compassionate person and a great lover.

She becomes very aggressive in bed after a few drinks. Alcohol makes her loose all inhibition. It doesn’t take much considering her size. She likes to dance at the local nightspots. The drinks would flow and she usually attacked me when we got home. She isn’t into fellatio but she does it for me to keep me happy. She always spits my load in the sink and brushes her teeth afterwards.

She fucks like a mink, however, and rides me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco until my balls are drained. She seems happy with my seven inches and lovemaking has been a nightly (and sometimes daily) event.

Gary and I had been friends for about the last ten years. We were inseparable before my marriage and kept a large group of ladies happy for many years. He worked in sales and transferred to Texas shortly before I met Sharon. Gary had always been a ladies man. He was good-looking and a little taller than I was. The women always chased him and he made it a point to not let any one of them get their hooks into him.

We shared an apartment early in our friendship. He seemed to make the girls happy considering their screams of ecstasy from his bedroom. I once walked in on him while a pretty, young coed was feasting on his dick. She was naked from the waist up and was well endowed to say the least. She stopped when she heard me enter and her mouth left his dick with a plop. He was hung like a horse! His cock was at least nine or ten inches long and two and a half inches in diameter with a handball sized head.

She turned and smiled at me in embarrassment. She made no move to cover herself and neither did he. She sheepishly said “Hi!” and she went back to work, mesmerized by his meat. He laughed as I apologized and left the room. I finally realized why the noise was so loud coming regularly from his bedroom. He had enough dick for both of us. I felt a little inadequate.

I hadn’t seen Gary for a couple of years. He called to tell me that he had been transferred back to town. He wanted to visit and meet the girl who finally tied me down. He came over the next evening. I was glad to see him. He seemed to like Sharon and she was equally friendly to him. She was like that to everyone.

After a few drinks, I caught him staring at Sharon’s ass but wrote it off to a good buzz and after all, she does have a great ass. Gary said that he had met a great girl and wondered if we might go out together. Sharon readily agreed. Gary liked to dance so we made a double date for Saturday night.

Gary showed up at our house at about 6:30 PM with a drop dead gorgeous blonde named Debbie. She was a tall, leggy girl, with a large well-formed chest. She had a beautiful face and smile that could melt an iceberg. Gary offered to drive his new Lincoln and said that it wouldn’t be a problem.

Both girls were wearing low-cut hot-looking dresses that really showed off their tits and legs. We went to dinner first and started drinking wine. By the time dinner was over, we were all feeling pretty good. I spent a lot of time with my eyes glued to Debbie’s tits. Her brassiere barely covered them and every time she leaned over, they almost spilled out of her dress. Gary spent time casually checking out Sharon’s ample breasts. After catching up on old times with Gary, we decided to leave for a local dance club.

While riding in the back seat with Sharon, she casually put her hand in my lap and gave my dick a good squeeze. I had wondered if she had noticed me checking out Debbie. From her look, I knew that I was in for a good time later in the evening. The alcohol was performing its desired effect. We got to the club about ten o’clock and got a table along the wall next to the dance floor. We danced, drank, and danced some more. The table had a
great view.

Debbie was fun to watch and it was evident that Gary was attracted to Sharon the way I saw him looking at her. Later, I danced with Debbie and Gary danced with Sharon. We had started dancing to a fast dance tune. I enjoyed the way Debbie’s tits bounced to the rhythm. Sharon was the better dancer though. Gary must have enjoyed the way she moved her ass seductively to the music.

This time I caught him staring at her body with a dumb look on his face. I understood the reason. Sharon’s petite body with her full tits is eye catching. There are not a lot of women put together as well as her in a small package. She is a perfect “one-hander” (you could
hold her tiny waist with one hand and a stroke her on your dick). When the song ended, a slow tune began and we continued to slow dance with each other’s date. Debbie felt as good as she looked and smelled incredible. She rubbed up against me with those great
tits of hers.

Sharon danced close to Gary with her head on his chest. It was dark but I thought I saw Gary with a hand full of Sharon’s lovely ass. The alcohol was playing tricks on me. He wouldn’t do that with my wife and she would have slapped him if he did. Gary and I were hammered and it was evident that both girls were as well. About 1:30 AM, we decided to call it a night.

As we stumbled to the car Gary suggested that we stop at his place for a nightcap since it was close to the club. When we got there, Sharon went to the bathroom. She had been gone a little long and I decided to see if she was all right. I knocked on the door and she opened it and pulled me in! I had one hot little wife in that bathroom. She grabbed my buns and pulled me to her. She kissed me deeply and began to grind her crotch into my rapidly growing hard-on. I picked her up by her ass and carried her to sit on the bathroom sink.

I then decided to give her a little of what she wanted. I dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor and removed her panties. I quickly found her clit with my tongue and it didn’t take long to get her off. I told here that I’d service her properly once we got home. Afterwards I pocketed her underwear in my jacket and went back to Gary and Debbie in the living room. They asked if Sharon was all right. I told them she was fine and she soon returned with a big smile on her face.

After a couple more drinks and some fine smoke, Debbie said that she was starting to feel bad. Gary decided to drop her off on the way to take us home. He walked her to into her apartment and came back after a few moments. He was obviously disappointed. No pussy for him tonight.

We arrived at our house after dropping off Debbie. Sharon asked Gary if he was interested in another nightcap. Gary was never one to turn down a drink so he accepted. It was 2:30 AM and I was running out of steam but I figured that I hadn’t partied with Gary in a long time. If he was up for it then I was too.

We entered our living room and decided to turn on the television with the sound off and the stereo turned on like in the old days. We decided to keep the lights off because the television provided light more than adequately. In our wasted state, the bright lights would have made things uncomfortable. Sharon went off to make us some drinks.

We have two couches that face one another and a coffee table in between. I laid out on one couch and Gary seated himself on the couch across from it close to the TV. Sharon entered the room with the drinks and sat on the couch next to Gary since I had occupied the entire length of the other couch. We drank and talked for at least an hour. I broke out some of my best smoke and we proceeded to get further wasted. It was very late and I was getting very comfortable. I soon fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I’d been napping but it must have been a while. I woke to find my wife sitting closer to Gary than when I first passed out. They were both in quite conversation. Neither paid attention to me so I decided to play possum and listen. Gary told her how pretty he thought she was and how lucky that I was to have her. She slurred a thank you to him as she gazed into his eyes. He put his right arm on top of the couch
behind her. He continued to compliment her about her appearance.

She beamed like an infatuated schoolgirl. She was captivated by his good looks. She returned the complement telling him that she thought he was very sexy. He slowly dropped his hand to her shoulder, pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. She hesitated and then slowly reciprocated. She brought her hand to his chest and they kissed passionately.

They finally came up for air and she looked as if she was going to push him away then he kissed her again. She succumbed to the heat of the moment. After a while, his left hand went to her other shoulder then slowly down her back and circled it around to caress her tit. She made no move to dissuade him and I heard her moan softly.

I should have stopped this before it started but now I found that I was too excited to do anything but observe. My dick was as hard as a rock and I wanted to know how far she would go and how far my friend would take her. Through slitted eyes, I watched as his left hand drop to her legs while they continued to make out like she was his high school date. His left hand casually dropped to her lap and slowly began to fondle her exposed inner thighs. She made no move to stop him.

He continued to stroke upwards until he had almost reached his goal. Her dress was getting pushed up to where you should have been able to see her white panties when I realized she didn’t have her underwear on. Her panties were in my jacket pocket! She parted her thighs slightly to accommodate his action and he soon found her naked pussy. The alcohol was providing the normal effect except she wasn’t with me. He opened his eyes in surprise when he hit pay dirt and realized she didn’t have her panties on.

After a few moments of contact, she moved her hand down to his and pushed it away panting, “We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m married….”

Instead of a reply, he again brought his lips to hers and soon they were kissing passionately. She closed her eyes and thrust her tongue into his mouth like a snake. Then he did something I thought took real balls with me “sleeping” just eight feet across the living room. He slowly unzipped his pants and his huge semi-hard dick popped out. It looked every bit as big as before, maybe bigger.

She was so absorbed in kissing him that she didn’t notice. He then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs again. When she reached down to stop his advances he grasped her tiny hand and guided it to his manhood. When she made contact with his member she pulled her hand away and stared at his lengthy appendage in surprise. Suddenly the realization of what was in front of her broke down the curtain of reluctance. You could see by the look in her face that she was truly entranced by his semi-hard one-eyed meat cobra.

“It’s amazing, I’ve never seen one that big,” she crooned.

“Touch it and see how much bigger you could make it,” he encouraged her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You should really put it away,” she replied as she continued to stare at his organ. There was no conviction in her voice.

“You make me so hot. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you tonight,” he cajoled her.

“We really should stop now…” she panted. Her eyes were still glued to his prick.

He reached down and stroked his meat making the head swell.

“We don’t have to do anything…” he plied.

“I don’t know…. What about him?” she motioned to me on the couch.

“He’s out like a light. I don’t think he’ll wake up if you keep quiet,” he told her, trying to be convincing. “Just hold it and see how big it gets. We really don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” he continued to persuade her.

“We really shouldn’t….” she stammered as if in a trance. Her willpower was weakening as she gazed at his impressive pecker.

For a long time she continued to stare at his dick trying to convince herself that she wanted to do as he asked and at the same time hoping that I wouldn’t wake up and catch her. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. She had been drinking a considerable amount of liquor and I’m sure that she was still aroused from our earlier activity.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” I saw her resolve dissolve before my squinted eyes as she leaned against his chest and her small hand slowly reached for his monster. She lightly caressed the flared head and it resulted with a jerk from his cock. She tentatively slid her hand slowly down his shaft and grasped it just below the huge head. Her hand looked tiny on his huge dick. Her fingers barely circled his meat halfway around. She slowly pulled the foreskin up and covered the head. She gasped and began to slowly stroke it.

“How big does it get?” she whispered.

“Just keep doing that and find out,” he replied.

I didn’t think that it could get any bigger or harder but as she started to manipulate his organ, it did grow. This time she didn’t resist when he ran his hand up her skirt to explore her exposed pussy as she stroked his cock. Her hairy snatch and engorged pussy lips were in full view as he fingered her. She kissed him again as he started to fuck her with his middle finger. He added another finger in her hole and she spread her legs wider to accommodate.

He was driving her wild with his big fingers inside of her. She was on the brink of orgasm when he backed off and removed his hand from her soaked snatch. He ended their kiss and commented how beautiful and hot her pussy was. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. He told her that she tasted as good as she looked. He said that he wanted her badly. You could see that his words had inflamed her desire. She was hot with lust. He was going to make her beg for it.

She gazed at the big dick that she held in her hand. She laid her head on his chest as she began to jack him off more enthusiastically. She had a look of fascination and lust on her pretty face as she stroked his huge cock. It had to be at least ten or eleven inches long. Had he been lifting weights with it since I had last seen it in action? It surely had grown since our last encounter years ago. She was clearly excited by his large stiff pecker.

He started to run his left hand through her hair over and over to let her know that she was providing the proper stimulation. Little did I know that he was gently pushing and encouraging her to move her face toward the huge penis head. He was clearly excited about the prospect of her wrapping her luscious lips around his dick. Her head moved slowly, almost imperceptively toward the target as she stroked his cock. Her lips were only an inch away when a large drop of pre-cum appeared at the slit. She moaned and her tongue darted from between her pink lips to lick away the drop.

He took that as a signal that it was time to feed her. I don’t think that she cared what I thought or did at this point. She had clearly lost all control. He gently clasped the back of her head and gently forced her full lips onto the head of his penis. Her lips lingered as she kissed the flared head wetly. She moaned again and shook with an apparent orgasm without being touched. Simply kissing the head of his cock had caused her to have an orgasm. He looked over at where I lay and smiled contemptuously. My wife had her lips on his cock and I was in the same room not more than eight feet from them. I never thought that I’d be this excited to see my wife in this position.

She kissed her way down the shaft and found his balls. She lifted them and kissed them too. She started to work on his rigid member with her mouth as I had never seen her do before. She had never showed this level of enthusiasm with me. She continued to kiss and lick at its length, really getting into it.

She then kissed her way to the top of his shaft and licked around the flared head of his manhood, capturing the pre-cum that leaked from it’s slit. He squirmed and lightly moaned when she did this. Up and down his shaft she bathed his huge penis with her nimble tongue. She licked her way back up to the swelling head and swirled her tongue around and around the spongy gland making him squirm again. He obviously wanted to put his hard dick in my wife’s hot mouth.

Finally, she grasped his dick by the root and then proceeded to take his rigid member into her mouth. He had finally reached his goal. Sharon was going to blow him. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and his hips jerked upwards involuntarily. Slowly she began ingesting his pecker. Down she went, deeper and deeper sucking him like a real professional.

She really amazed me by taking even more of him into her mouth than I thought humanly possible. About half of his full length had disappeared into her mouth. She then moved down to swallow another couple of more inches. Her throat bulged but she didn’t gag a bit. I wondered where she had learned to do this. She was hot for his dick.

While still attached to his appendage with her mouth she quietly slid to her knees between his legs. She looked up at him with lusty eyes. She was ready to get serious. She went to work on his meat. She had become an enthusiastic cocksucker. I couldn’t believe it. My wife was blowing one of my best friends literally right in front of me!

He encouraged her by running his hands through her hair and guiding her head up and down his spit soaked length. He was really getting into my wife sucking his big cock as I could see by the look of ecstasy on his face. She continued to stroke and suck his dick simultaneously with reckless abandon. She moaned softly as she bobbed her head up and down, over and over, gently sucking his dick.

He laid back and closed his eyes. Her ass occasionally shuddered in orgasm as she sucked his rod. His hand still toyed with her hair as he guided her head up and down his massive cock.

I fully expected to see his dick pop out of her other end as she continued to swallow his meat. He must have had a lot of practice because his staying power was amazing. She had worked on his dick for at least ten minutes hardly coming up for air. I would have shot my wad in half that time.

Her work was finally beginning to receive results. He was moaning below his breath as to ensure that he wouldn’t wake me. His hand clenched her long hair and began to jab his dick deeper into her throat. She moved her head up to where the flared head was just inside of her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around the spongy crown, and he lost control with an “Ohhhh!” He began to pump his jizz into her mouth.

I fully expected her to back off since she had always said that she didn’t really like the taste of semen. She surprised me again by greedily swallowing all of his cum that she could. She milked his shaft for at least a couple of minutes after his orgasm had receded then proceeded to lick up all of his seed that had spilled from her mouth. She did it with apparent relish. It was a hell of a load that she took and she had swallowed it all. She wouldn’t need breakfast with all of that protein that she ingested.

She lazily stroked, licked and sucked his still massive organ even after his load was completely spent. He smiled down at her as she continued her brazen act. She was in love with his dick. I just continued to play possum with an aching hard dick.

She looked up at him with a contented look and said, “That was wonderful, I’ve never felt that way before. I got off without being touched. I have to have that inside me before you can go.” and went back to work on his long dick. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She had sucked him dry and now she wanted to fuck him. I had trouble believing that she could get his thing into her tiny twat.

“It will take a little while, but with you doing that…” he chided. His cock was still at least a third bigger than mine was even after all of the work she had done. It was slowly coming back to life with her attention.

“We need to go somewhere a little more private. When I fuck you, you won’t be able to keep quiet” he stated matter of factly.

She raised her head and told him that the family room in the basement would offer a good place. She immediately got up and guided him by the root to the basement stairs. She told him to go down and get comfortable. She told him that she wanted to use the bathroom and freshen up a bit. A few minutes later, I heard the water running. She quietly came to the couch where I was laying and gently shook me to check my state of sleep.

I muttered to her, faking deep sleep and then she stumbled towards the basement. She left the stereo blaring and the TV on to mask the noise that she would soon make as promised by Gary. She was dressed in her terry cloth robe. I couldn’t believe that my sweet wife had sucked off one of my best friends right in front of me and was now going to our basement to fuck him while I was in the house. I could definitely understand why Gary would want to have her. She was truly a prize. Now he was going to have her. My dick ached in anticipation of what would happen next.

We had a large couch and a bed for guests in the basement in one large finished room. Along one wall, there are decorative mirrors that face the bed on the far side of the room. We also have a TV and a few other small pieces of furniture. From the stairs, you could see everything that happened on the bed by looking at the mirrors.

I waited a few minutes to allow her to get down the stairs and get settled without her seeing or hearing me follow her to her rendezvous. I got to the top of the stairs when I quickly realized that they were not on the bed as I had thought. I could see him sitting on the couch in his birthday suite. Because of the darkness in the kitchen behind me, neither of them could see me as I crouched at the top of the stairs. She had lit a number of her candles for light as well as mood.

Tonight the candles would provide enough light for me to see all. His growing cock looked bigger now that he had no clothes on. She stood in front of him still robed and her eyes feasting on his semi-hard cock. She untied the belt of her robe and allowed it to fall from her shoulders. He looked at her beautiful diminutive body with firm full breasts, tiny waist and heart shaped ass and smiled. In her nakedness, she stood there still gazing at his stiffening member.

“You have a beautiful body. You’re an angel,” he complemented her as he held his hand out to her.

She took his hand and kneeled between his spread legs. She looked into his eyes and gently grasped his cock. She began to lick it from the base to the tip. Over and over, she repeated this, occasionally stopping to swirl her tongue around the flared head. Every time she did this, he moaned. She worshiped his huge rod. The veins pulsed as she licked his dick. She looked into his eyes and smiled impishly. His dick was throbbing now. She was in love with his tool and I didn’t know if I could ever get her back.

She got up, walked over to the bed, and sat. She motioned him to come to her. As he did, I slowly moved down the stairs for a better look. He sat beside her and kissed her deeply. She couldn’t keep her hands off of his cock. She was clearly infatuated with it. He pushed her back onto the bed and began to kiss his way down to her firm breasts. Her nipples were stiff with excitement as he kissed and licked her round mounds. She moaned.

He continued down her belly and to the top of her bush. He then positioned himself between her outstretched legs and started to kiss and lick her inner thighs. He was teasing her and she was starting to get frustrated. He relented and his tongue found her hole. She moaned again and grabbed his head holding it to her pussy. He knew how to eat pussy by the way she was reacting. He slid a finger in and out of her hole while he licked her clit. This produced the desired effect. Soon he had two and then three fingers in her to “loosen her up”. She was moaning, her hips gyrating above the bed.

I finally let my cock out of its prison. I was afraid to touch it because I knew I would shoot my wad immediately. She was moaning, panting, and going crazy on the bed. After about her fifth orgasm, he backed off. He slid up her body to where she could get his cock in her mouth.

“Lick it and make it good and wet. I want this to be good for you,” he said.

She didn’t have to be asked twice and wetly devoured his massive organ. After a minute, he removed his cock from her mouth and slid down between her parted legs. He placed his cock on her mass of wet pubic curls. He got up onto his knees and she bent her legs. He took hold of his pussy pleaser and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. I didn’t care about anything but watching this scene. It was the best sex I could ever have dreamed of in a porno movie.

“Be gentle…” she said.

“I’ll go slow. You’re going to love this.” he replied.

After moments of stroking her pussy with the head of his dick, he started to enter her. It took patience and perseverance. He slowly rocked back and forth. With each stroke, he gained a little more penetration. She was starting to go crazy under him raising her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Oh god, you’re sooo big! You’re filling me fuller than my husband ever has.” she moaned.

“I’m only half way in. Just wait until I get it all of it inside of you.” he replied.

He continued his short strokes opening her formerly tight twat to accommodate his huge cock. I didn’t think that she could take it all but he kept filling her. Finally, his big balls came to rest on her ass. He had stuffed her full of his giant dick and she loved it.

He continued to fuck her with short, slow stokes. She panted, gasped and moaned as he slid his dick in and out of her wet hole. Her ass wriggled and writhed as he started to screw her with longer, faster strokes. She seemed to have an orgasm with each stroke. She placed her hands on his ass and urged him to fuck her harder. I thought I would see his cock coming out of her mouth any second. He fucked her for what must have been half an hour.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking me sooo good…I could do this forever…. Ohhhhhh!” she panted.

He was starting to yield to my wife’s tight cunt. His movements became erratic and he plunged as deep as he could, filling Sharon’s womb with his hot seed. She wrapped her legs around him the best that she could and held him tight while they both came. He continued to shudder and finally collapsed on Sharon. She kissed him passionately and he returned the kiss. They stayed like that for a long time. His hose was still connected to her like an umbilical cord. She rolled him onto his back displacing his cock from her now dripping cunt. Her cunt lips were swollen and her hole was gaping. She immediately went to work on his dick with her mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing”? he smirked.

“You’re going to fuck me one more time before we’re done,” she demanded.

“I love your cock. I just had a half-hour of almost continuous orgasms and I want it again,” she conceded.

“Easy girl. I think I can get it up once more if you just use that magic mouth of yours. You have to be the best cocksucker in the world,” he said.

That must have been music to her ears because she went to work on him with a frenzy I’d never seen before. Soon his massive meat was at attention again and she was ready to use it. She crawled up to his mid-section and positioned herself on top of his organ. She slowly slid his entire length into her in one continuous motion. She rode him like she usually rode me but took him a lot deeper as he grasped her breasts. She was on a wave of orgasmic pleasure. He finally came again after about ten minutes. He told her he had to get home. He said he really enjoyed the sex and she said the same.

I went to my couch and positioned myself in the same way as when she last saw me. She kissed him passionately at the door before he left.

“I’ll see you later,” she told him.

“Certainly…” he replied.

She found a blanket and covered me. I heard the shower running and I finally came under the blanket after a couple of strokes. I will be seeing a lot of Gary in the near future and I think my wife will too.

 

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“Christmas Post Party Went Out With A Bang” by HerHappyHubby – MMMF

 

Kim and I were married in our early twenties, and by no means was she experienced in any way sexually, having been intimate with only me. In most ways it was great because she’d learned sex exactly the way I liked it. Still, I’d always thought she had a terrifically hot bod, and was pleased when I caught someone else taking notice of her charms.

Deep down inside I always thought it would be hot to watch someone bury their bone deep inside her, and bring out the slut in my faithfully hot little housewife. Also I wondered if she’d ever thought about what it would be like, but of course she wouldn’t ever admit to something like that.

Kim is about 5’3 with long dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and a smile that’d warm the cockles of your heart. It’s the rest of her body that warms most everything else. Despite her Italian heritage, she has the milkiest white skin, with huge perfect melon shaped tits. Rounding it all, she has killer thighs and just a great shape. I love it when she wears her boy shorts, or simply cutoffs with a tank top. Then again so does most all the guys I know.

Anyway, during the first year of our marriage, we decided to make as many Christmas parties as we could that season, mostly my friends, and of course the company parties. It was after her company Christmas party that our life changing event took place.

We’d cut out of the party about midway because it frankly was boring, except for some of the drinkers getting buzzed. She told me one or two even hit on her while I was away at the bathroom. Although she’d had a couple rum punches herself, she still wouldn’t admit
anything, and didn’t seem like she was into it herself. We decided to have one for the road, and split. I asked the bartender to double hers up because I figured she’d never taste it anyway. I was right.

I told her we’d stop of at Kevin’s to cop a little smoke to finish off the night with class. She was reluctant, but agreed nevertheless. When we arrived, I had to help her a little up the stairs as she was feeling the rum. It was great feeling that soft body moving against me as we staggered up the stairs together. Kevin opened the door and greeted us, giving Kim the once over.

When I explained what I’d hoped to get, he ushered us into the den where three of his friends were already getting buzzed. After introducing us, and getting the general feeling I’d led my lovely bride into a den of wild men, we all had a couple hits off a joint that they were passing around.

Kevin waved me over to join him in another room to score, but It was plain that the mirror we saw on the den wall was a two way mirror. I was glad to see I could still keep an eye on poor Kim as I’d left alone with the guys.

I noticed Dave and Billy had moved to the couch on each side of her. Dave was talking her up, telling dirty jokes and sexy stories as she obviously was enjoying them. Billy had moved his hand onto her leg, starting at her knee, but had inched his way up onto her thigh. The black slip dress she was wearing wasn’t doing a very good job hiding her assets, and with his help was now above the top of her thigh high black stockings.

She was leaning back talking to Dave who’d begun to stroke her arm and shoulder. I was beginning to wonder how far she would let them go, or if she had the willpower to stop them at all at this point. I wondered too if I had the willpower to stop them at this point.

Kevin commented how attractive she looked tonight, and said he was surprised she’d let them get that far. I nodded as he continued to talk did I wonder how far she’d let them get before she stopped them. I said I bet she would stop soon, but would let it go as far as she would. He laughed.

It wasn’t long until Billy was under the skirt and drawing little circles on the soft fleshy part of Kim’s inner thigh. Dave had started another joint and they each took a couple hits, adding to her excitement. Soon Dave had the straps down on her dress to where her tits were dangerously close to popping out.

She gasped, I guess because Billy’s hand was now brushing her pussy mound, still covered by her silk panties. It seemed like this was the point where it’d stop, as she was putting up a little protest, but to no avail. the guys weren’t taking no for an answer.

I began to get up to go help, but Kevin reminded me of our bet. “Let it play out a little more just to see. Sometimes the married ones feel they have to put up a defense, even though they want to.” I sat back down.

Dave kissed her now with deep tongue kisses, and finally succeeded in exposing her tits, as Billy now had a full hand feel on Kim’s pussy, indiscriminately slipping a finger or two into her cunt.

She was getting hot now, and all vestiges of protest were rapidly disappearing. Dave slid her down onto the couch where he was milking her tits for all they were worth, while his cohort had pushed up her dress, and slid off her panties.

I was shocked seeing my wife act like this but very turned on as each moment passed and they got bolder. Billy’ s head went down between her legs, and he was doing an apt job of tonguing Kim’s pussy as she writhed around. Dave’s huge cock had appeared and Kim now had a lip lock on it.

Watching Kim suck Dave’s cock gave me chills knowing how good it felt to have those lips on mine. After numerous orgasms, it was obvious that Kim was in heaven, being ravished like this. Todd who’d been sitting watching the whole ordeal got up and dangled his big black cock at her lips.

We’d never even talked about interracial sex before, and here she was about to get her first taste of it. Well she handled them both like a pro, seeming to linger on Todd’s, as it grew before her eyes. It was a huge thing, and I began to imagine it buried deep in her cunt. I decided that I was going to be there when she lost her married cherry and see it firsthand when she got fucked for the first time by someone other then me.

By the time I got in to the room Billy had positioned himself between her spread legs, and had begun to fuck her steadily. When she opened her eyes and saw me it was as if she’d completely lost control, and was lost in raw lust. After pumping my wife full of his sperm, Billy gave way to Dave, who likewise stuffed her pussy full.

By this time, I was holding her hand myself, and along with Kevin sucking on her tits. When Dave finally crawled off, and Kim was still breathing hard, Todd began to stuff his black monster into her full pussy. It still took effort to get it in all the way, despite being full of cum. She seemed to love having it in her the way she moaned and bucked against it. It didn’t take long however until he too was finished.

Kevin settled for spilling his all over her tits, which she now loves to have happen. I finally got a chance to fuck my bride after and she felt so loose and wet that it was an incredible feeling that I hope to one day repeat.

After she got up to use Kevin’s shower, he gave me a smoke freebie, thanking me for not being uptight, and that he’d always wanted to into Kim thinking she’d be a slut if the circumstances were right.

For her part Kim totally enjoyed the experience, and seems a more free spirit, and somewhat liberated, and although I have shared my lovely wife with Kevin post orgy, we haven’t repeated the gangbang of my wife. There’s always hope though that some night after a party…

Now that I’ve gotten my wife literally over the first hump or three rather, it’s been a absolute pleasure that we’ve shared together over and over between the two of us. We’re still crazy in love, but share a newer deeper sense of intimacy. Try it, you never know, she may say… yes, yes, yes! It was a Christmas I’ll never forget.

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I know, I know, I promised that the next story I was going to publish was a naughty lesbian tale. Sorry but I came across this one and, being Christmas time, I couldn’t resist the urge to publish it right now. 😉  Merry Christmas to everyone!

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“Come On Me” by drscar – MMFF

Sometimes I wonder if other people have strange but ultimately harmless things that turn them on. I mean, we all have the things that we like to have done to us, things that get us hot. It seems for guys that pretty much all you have to do is look at them and they get rock hard.

For us girls, though, it’s not quite the same. I know, I know, it’s cliche to talk about the differences between boys and girls like that, but there are differences even among women. I like sex as much as the next girl (believe me, I do!), but what gets me completely and totally dripping wet is not what I think other girls find intense.

I have one girlfriend who loves to give blowjobs. From what I understand, although I get most of my testimony from her, she’s really good at it. She gets an oral fixation to suck some guy off and has been known to have it so overpowering that she’s grabbed some guy at a party that she’s not even been introduced to and drag him off into the bathroom to suck him off.

Dangerous? Yeah. Stupid? Quite possibly. But she tells me that maybe because it’s dangerous and stupid that she gets off on it so much. She says she can come just from sucking some strange guy off in the bathroom of a party, by feeling him pulse in her mouth.

I think my own fixation – if you can call it that – is probably her fault. I mean, I like sucking dick as much as the next girl (and in some cases next to her I am the next girl, but that’s a story for another time), but I’ve never been able to come that way. Every once in a while I feel an urge, a craving, to suck, but that’s not the first thing I think of.

I guess you could say I have a manual fixation. I mean, I love the feeling of a guy’s throbbing cock in my hands. I love feeling the veins pulse and the tissue swell with blood in the palm of my hand. Just thinking about a hard cock in my hands always gets me soaked.

It was all Jesse’s fault, of course. Her libido is off the charts. I mean, mine is pretty high to begin with but Jesse makes me look like a wait-until-marriage virgin.

She came up to me at a party with a sly grin on her face. The music was too loud, and the people were too drunk.

“What?” I asked, noticing the look on her face. She had a cat-got-the-canary look, and was mighty pleased with herself.

She giggled, and leaned in close. What should have been a whisper needed to be a scream to be heard over the noise. “I did it again!”

“Did what again?” I asked, confused. Up until that point in time she had only done the stranger-grab once, and it was a few months prior, so I honestly wasn’t expecting it.

“See that guy over there?” she said, and then pointed across the length of the house to a tall, blonde looking guy, slightly geeky but still cute.

“Yeah,” I shouted back.

“He just came in my mouth,” she said. Always the one for shock value, Jesse sure knew how to get to the point.

It worked. I was shocked. “What?” I shouted, my eyes wide in surprise. “He did what?”

She laughed so hard at my reaction she almost spilled her fresh beer. “I had, you know, a craving,” she said, one finger curved across her lips in a weak attempt to looking coy. “So I grabbed the nearest guy that I liked. He was it.”

“Who is he?” I shouted. She didn’t quite hear me. “What’s his name?” I clarified.

She shrugged. “Who the fuck knows?” and laughed. “C’mon, let’s go get a beer!”

As we went towards the backyard where the keg was, we passed her blonde victim. He didn’t seem too victimized, of course, and I think there probably would have been no shortage of volunteers for victimhood for Jesse’s talents. She was, after all, cute, short, with a big rack. She wasn’t skinny, but she oozed sexual confidence that guys like.

She was holding my arm as we went towards the keg, and I tossed out the rest of my beer, which had become flat anyway. As I reached for the nozzle of the keg, I noticed Jesse making a gesture and I looked at her. She started making sucking motions on her index finger, still pleased with herself. I nearly overfilled the cup.

“I can’t believe you,” I said, but I could believe her. In fact there was a part of me that was envious that she could be so brazen, and I couldn’t. My mind started filling up with the mental image of her grabbing the hand of the blonde boy and pulling the surprised guy off into the bathroom.

The rest of the night was a blur. Jesse continued to make comments and fill in some of the gaps for me, though my imagination ran away with the thought of it as I replayed the scene in my mind over and over again.

By the time I got home I was drenched. I could feel my thong cutting into my web pussy folds with each stride and I just had to get undressed. I was drunk, horny, and my fingers started their familiar dance around my clit and inside my pussy.

My mind placed me in Jesse’s story, grabbing the blonde guy by the hand and pulling him into the bathroom. Maybe it was because I was drunk, or maybe it’s because my mind just works in strange ways, but I kept switching between different parts of the story.

The part that seemed to excite me the most was not blowing the guy, but the first part, the part leading up to the sex. I kept going back to the very first part where I grab some surprised guy who’s never seen me before.

The vision cuts back to what I’m thinking I’m about to do as I lead him to the back. Taking him out, sucking on him, then cuts back to grabbing his hand again. My mind goes completely nonlinear until I’m sucking him, stroking him, fucking him, grabbing his hand for the first time and taking him back. It’s not making any sense but I’m loving it. It’s different types of sex all at the same time.

The visions settle into a pattern, though, and the anticipation of sex becomes the true turn-on in the fantasy. As I take his hand and lead him back, my fantasy pussy gets wetter with each step. I can almost feel his cock in my hand, unzipping him, pulling him out, watching it emerge from the top of his underwear. I replay this one image over and over in my mind as my fingers slide across my wet pussy lips.

I’ve got his cock in my hand, my other hand cupping his balls. I’m stroking him off, getting ready to put him in my mouth. Over and over again my mind’s eye replays me reaching into his underwear to take out his throbbing cock.

I’m stroking him, stroking him. I get on my knees and am about to put him in my mouth when my orgasm hits me. Hard. I practically scream and instinctively put my hand over my mouth. It’s my hand that’s covered in my own juices and I suck hard on my knuckles, licking the wetness from them like a woman possessed. It’s only after I start my descent from my orgasmic bliss that I am suddenly self-conscious and a little embarrassed, but the feeling passes quickly as an aftershock hits me.

Normally I don’t think about sex all that often, and when I went about my days during the week, going to work and doing my own thing, I didn’t really have time to dwell upon this latest fantasy. But about Wednesday, Jesse called me and told me about another party on Friday night. Suddenly I was kicked into overdrive, the fantasies coming unbidden. I didn’t get any more work done Wednesday afternoon because I was so distracted.

Wednesday and Thursday night as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep I couldn’t keep my hands out of my pussy. In some of the fantasies the guy even got to come, but the naughtiness of it, the wanton nature of the act, completely threw me into orgasmic overload. At least, that’s what I thought it was.

Friday came, and I wasn’t planning anything. I mean, I’m generally the low-key person, and really quite shy. My sex drive is probably a little higher than most women, if you go by some of the guys I’ve dated, but I’m definitely not an initiator. I like to be pursued.

Jesse came and picked me up at my place. “Wow,” she said. “You look hot!”

Her comment came as somewhat of a surprise. I hadn’t tried to do anything different. “What do you mean?” I asked, but feeling somewhat pleased by the compliment.

“Well, you’re wearing that miniskirt like I’ve told you to do. You’ve got great legs, honey. I’m glad you’re showing them off.”

I beamed. “Well, to be honest I didn’t even really think that much about it. I just put it on tonight,” I said, truthfully.

“Uh huh,” she said, not believing me.

She started talking about the clothes that she had decided not to wear, and my mind started to wander a little. Had I put on the miniskirt with some sort of subconscious desire to be more sexy? Did this mean something?

“… and I’m going to do that again,” Jesse was saying.

“I’m sorry,” I said, snapping back to the here and now. “Going to do what?”

“Nikki,” she said, a scolding tone in her voice. “What do you mean, ‘going to do what?’ I’m going to do what I did with that guy last time.”

She meant sucking his cock, and I knew that. “The same guy?” I asked. “What if he’s not there tonight?”

She shook her head. “Oh, no, not the same guy,” she said, matter-of-factly. “It’s not a good idea to do the same guy more than once. They’ll think you like them or something. All I want is his cock.”

She looked at me with a wicked smile. I laughed. “You’re so bad,” I said, grinning, but I was feeling envious too. My fantasies from earlier in the week started running in my head like a TV in the background.

“Well,” she said, her eyes turning back to the road. “I’ve had this wicked oral fixation for days now. It’s been driving me crazy!”

I knew what she meant, and almost told her that. I wasn’t ready to let her in on my little fantasy quite yet, so I didn’t say anything. She’s my best friend, though, so I knew at some point it was going to come out.

We arrived at the party and immediately went to grab something to drink. Jesse was driving, so she was using the beer more for show. A woman with a beer, she liked to say, was a sure way to attract a man.

“They think you’ve already got your defenses down,” she’d told me, conspiratorially. The spider and the fly.

Beer in hand, Jesse was already looking for her mark, and I was completely absorbed in my own fantasy. I was really regretting wearing the miniskirt because I knew that my pussy was sopping through my thong and it felt as if liquid was running down the inside of my thighs and that everyone could already tell.

What was worse, though, was that I couldn’t get the thought of taking some guy’s cock out of his pants out of my own head. It wasn’t making my situation any better.

Finally, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. “I’ll come with you,” Jesse said. This was usually the case, but I really wanted to take care of this on my own.

“No,” I said, holding out my hand to her and placing it on her arm. “It’s okay. I’ll only be a second. Let me know if you see anyone… interesting.” I gave her a quick squeeze and a smile and turned before she could say anything.

I tried to get to the bathroom as quickly as I could just so I could wipe, er, dry myself off. I finally got there and closed the door and locked it. The lock was broken, though, so I tried the best I could to make it look as if it were occupied.

The great thing about the miniskirt is that it provides incredibly easy access. I pulled up the hem and started wiping my thighs and pussy with a tissue, trying to dry it off. Unfortunately, as soon as the pressure of my fingers hit my pussy, I was electrified and I simply couldn’t stop myself.

The cotton fabric of my thong was completely soaked. I felt like a fountain with no off-valve. My fingers dove deep into my pussy and I felt them move inside me, the feeling so addictive I couldn’t stop.

But I had to. That door wasn’t locked. Anyone could…

The door swung open, and a guy walked in. He was looking down at the floor and didn’t see me until he had closed the door behind him and looked up. He was kind of cute, in a geeky sort of way, about average build. The kind of guy that would likely be your best friend, have a crush on you, do everything for you but that you’d never actually feel anything in return.

He was far more startled than I was. Completely flustered, he started trying to reach for the doorhandle behind him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off me and my treacherous masturbating hand.

“I.. I’m so…” he gulped. “Sorry,” he said quickly, and finally tried to respectfully take his eyes away from my lewd position.

Today’s your lucky day, I thought to myself. I took the two steps between us and closed the gap. I pulled his belt and brought him off balance as he took a jolted step forward.

“What…” he began, but I put a wet finger to his lips, shushing him.

I reached down again and started unbuckling his pants, sliding a hand down over his crotch to get him hard. He didn’t disappoint.

Apparently he had some more romantic, gentleman notion in his head. “What’s your name?” he began, but I put another finger to his lips and shook my head. I did not want him talking. That would ruin everything.

I started pushing my finger into his mouth and he got a clue. He started sucking on my finger with amazing expertise. It was a moment where he could have ruined the fantasy and everything could have gone south, but we’d now passed that moment and the rules had been set.

By the time I had him unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned, he was rock hard. The contours of his cock filled my palm so nicely through the jeans that I couldn’t wait to hold it.

My fingernails traced the top of the elastic of his underwear and he sucked sharply on my finger. Unfortunately, as much as I liked what he was doing, I needed both hands now.

I pulled the underwear away from his body, and reached in with my other hand, feeling carefully for his cockhead. I didn’t want to scrape him with my fingernails. I pulled him out and started stroking him. He was a nice size, average, but my small hands fit around him quite comfortably.

I looked down and saw him in my hands, and reached down to cup his balls – just like my fantasy. To my surprise they were smoothly shaven, and felt really nice against my fingertips. Normally the hair is a turnoff for me, so this was a genuine pleasant surprise.

His cock swelled in my hand, and I ran my thumb over the head which had already started leaking his pre-come. I spread it around the head which gave me just a little more lubrication, but to provide just a little more I reached between my own legs and dipped my fingers inside me.

His cock coated with fluid, both mine and his, made stroking him so much nicer for both of us. I pressed my body up to him, my thighs pressing against his. I aimed his cock at my sopping wet pussy and fucked him with my hands. He never actually was close to my pussy but the motion was unmistakable.

I started undulating my hips with each stroke of my hands, and his breathing took a dramatic turn. He was getting close and, remarkably, so was I. I wasn’t really touching myself, just moving my hips like I was fucking him, and pressing up against his body.

I had my hands around his cock and balls, squeezing, pulsing, stroking. I placed the head of his cock under my miniskirt for added effect, and it began pushing him over the edge.

“I… I…” he tried to say, but he was completely unable to get the words out. The sense of power over him was an aphrodisiac to me.

“Shhhhh,” I whispered softly, and kissed him. His hips started shaking and I felt his cock grow in my hands. I squeezed tighter and then the most amazing thing happened.

I could feel his come erupt through his cock.

But what really shocked me was my own reaction. He must have shot incredibly far, like some porn star. His cock was under my skirt so I couldn’t see what happened, but I could feel it. The first shot of his come hit my lower belly – right under the waistband of my skirt. A second shot almost immediately followed straight on my inner thigh. Both were searing hot. The last shot hit my thong patch over my pussy, right on my clit. I felt the impact and the warmth and felt a shudder run through me. My orgasm wasn’t the most powerful I’d ever had, but it was an orgasm, and I suddenly realized I was squeezing his cock very tight as I rode through it.

I released him, and kissed him again. He opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head. “Thank you,” I said. “Do me a favor and stand outside the door and make sure no one comes in while I clean up, ok?”

He just nodded, a very shocked look on his face. For a moment, the way he looked at me, I thought he may have believed he was in love.

As he closed the door behind him, I grabbed some tissues. The first thing I did, though, was dive my hand back to my pussy and rub it furiously.

The teaser orgasm had me primed and ready and my fingers found my folds in their familiar patterns. I came harder this time, more fulfilling as I replayed the moments of his come splashing across my pelvis. I replayed all the important bits in my head as I rode my fingers through a quick but wonderful release.

I cleaned up, washed my hands and opened the door. He was there, guarding it and I could tell he wanted to talk to me. I gave him a half smile and his shyness overcame him, and he said nothing. I quickly made my way past him and out of the house into the garden again.

It didn’t take long to find Jesse. She was in “prowl” mode, and her eyes had locked onto her next target.

“Goddamn, Nikki,” she said to me, though her eyes never left her prey. “You really oughtta try this.”

I giggled. “I just did,” I said.

She whirled to face me, her eyes wide with shock. “What?” Then her face relaxed as she thought I was kidding. “Oh, you had me going for a second.”

The grin creeping up on my face was giving me away. Once again, she did a 180. “Oh my god!” she squealed. “You did!?”

I nodded, then said, “Well, sort of. I jerked off some guy I never saw before in the bathroom.”

Her face was unreadable. “Oh, NIkki,” she said, pretending to be disappointed in me. “That’s not the same thing! You gotta feel him come in your mouth! It’s just not the same.”

I looked at her coyly, remembering the thrill I felt as his come raced through the veins of his cock in my hands. “It wasn’t that far off,” I offered.

She squealed again, and put her arm around me, kissing me on the cheek. “I knew there was a reason we were best friends,” she said, turning her attention back to her boy.

“Who is he?” I asked.

She shrugged. “No idea,” she said, as she put threw her beer out on the grass. “But I’m going to go find out.”

She left me and wandered over to the cute boy who, seeing her empty cup, promptly offered to escort her to the keg. They disappeared, and she later told me that she had blown him behind the bushes not ten feet away from the keg as other partiers refilled their cups.

The rest of the night I was mesmerized by the memory of my own boy, completely replaying the intoxicating feeling of his come splashing on my body. I’ve never been one for that – I’ve always shied away from things that were messy. But here I was, lying awake in my bed afterwards with my fingers stuffed deep inside my cunt, coming hard every time I imagined the hot come splashing on my belly, thigh, and clit.

Jesse and I became regular partigoers – even more than we had before. She started to get tired of the oral conquests and started trying to actually just find people to talk to. For my part, though, a monster had been unleashed. There were no shortage of men I could find. I didn’t let any of them fuck me, and even though I sucked some of them I always made sure that they came somewhere on me.

At first it was just on my hands. Their come would drip down my hands and cool off very quickly. Some of them would shoot a little farther and it would land on the inside of my arm. I was surprised at how sensitive that part of my body could be.

I was amazed at the differences between men, at how long some of them would take, and how quickly some of them were. The ones who only took a couple of minutes were my favorite. By the time I had allowed my libido to prompt me to do something about it I was ready for them to be finished already.

My outfits became skimpier, and I started aiming their cocks at my chest, my neck, and even my face. Their hot come landed on my cool skin and the burn electrified me. After they came, I made them finger me until I came too, becoming more insistent upon being pleasured as well. No one ever fucked me, though I confess some of the more well-endowed men tempted me. But if they fucked me then I couldn’t let my imagination run wild, which is what allowed me to come.

Then came the night that made me realize that my fantasies really could come true. Things that had gone on in my head, the dark places that no one ever shares, suddenly became real possibilities.

Jesse still had her moments when she would find a guy or two to blow at the parties. For my own participation, I had a record of jacking off four guys at a night, though not at the same time. I began to wonder what it would feel like to have all four of them at once, though. I began to think that I could come just by having a stream of men jack their cocks off onto my naked body.

My masturbatory fantasies grew wilder and wilder. They really took off when Jesse sent me an email one day with a link to one of those porn sample sites, where they have short ten-second movies. She had known about my handjob fascination for some time, and as a joke she sent me a link to five guys getting jacked off by a girl. They were standing around her, faces completely off camera, nothing but hard cocks being stroked, aimed at her naked body.

She may have meant it as a joke, but I was so turned on I set the final come shot clip on “loop” and frigged my pussy raw watching these guys come all over this girl. One shot landed on her forearm. That had happened to me before, and I could almost feel the burn. My pussy spasmed.

Another rope landed on her cheek. Another from the guy behind her hit her square on the top of the head, then shot onto her back. She held her mouth open like a target, but she didn’t look like she wanted it to really go onside. When the next rope came it landed on her lips, and she smiled.

Bang, bang, bang… She was covered! Sometimes the girls in these videos look surprised when the guys come (something that always confused me – why would you be surprised? How could you not know that was going to be the outcome?). This girl, though, was relishing every moment. Her hand whizzed between her legs as each guy unloaded onto her. Hot come dripped off her face onto her breasts, and a drip of come started to form off of a nipple.

She raised a hand to start rubbing it all onto her chest when the clip ended, and then started again. Clean girl, come on the forearm, come on the back, come on the lips…

I saved the video. Feeling embarrassed, even though no one ever would see this except for me, I created a special folder deep inside several other folders and placed it there. Over the next week I pulled it out every night and masturbated, imagining I was the girl. I wanted to be that girl. I craved to be that girl.

I was still concerned about my reputation, of course. Jesse had always found parties where we didn’t know too many people, because neither one of us wanted to be considered sluts. Of course, we were, but we didn’t want people to say that we were! I had no idea how I’d get my fantasy fulfilled.

I started thinking about going to sex clubs, or even joining a swingers site. I began thinking about whether or not Jesse could figure something out, since she seemed to always have all the angles covered. Plus, I trusted her.

As it turns out, I didn’t have to actually do anything special. For all of my planning, it turned out that sometimes things just happen without needing to force them.

As I got ready for the next party at Jesse’s house a few weekends later, Jesse came up behind me. “Damn,” she said. “You look sexy. If I were a guy I’d beg for you to hold my cock.”

I laughed. “If I were a guy, I’d beg for you to suck my cock.” She had painted her lips a dark red, “Harlot” it was called. Not for the first time, I actually did wish that I had a cock so I could watch them surround my hard flesh.

For fun, and for emphasis, I raised my finger to her harlot-red lips as I said this. Obligingly, she started sucking on my finger. To my surprise, my pussy began to quiver. She was damn good.

“And I’d do it, too,” she said, letting my finger draw away from her mouth. I could see a slight redness where the lipstick had come off. She turned away to go finish getting ready and I had a wicked thought come over me, and I put the same finger in my own mouth.

The night was sexually charged from that moment on. From the moment we got there I was on the hunt, looking for the right specimen. The crowd didn’t disappoint, as Jesse usually picked parties where there were a lot of really good looking people. I don’t know how she did it.

I found my first target of the evening. He was standing against the wall just watching the crowd with a bemused look on his face. I sauntered up to him, oblivious to the fact that Jesse was watching him at the same time.

The small talk was dull, boring. I don’t even remember what talked about. Driving tests, I think.

I took him into a back room and we started kissing. I pressed my thighs up against him and I felt his cock respond, pressing straight into my mound. I humped his cock for a little while and then dropped my hands to his belt buckle.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he asked, surprised at my forwardness.

“Why bother,” I replied, “when I know what I want?”

“And what do you want,” he said with a smirk, his cock lurching free from his underwear and into my hands.

“I want,” I moaned, as I felt the heft and girth of his wonderful monster in my hands, “I want you to come all over my face and tits.”

A funny look came over his face. “Damn,” he said, throatily. “I was hoping you wanted me in your mouth.”

“No she doesn’t,” came a voice from behind us. Jesse stepped closer to us. “I want to put you in my mouth. She wants you to come over her face and tits. Think you can handle both of us, sport?”

I was so stunned I couldn’t even manage a smart comeback to the way she called him “sport.” For his part, all he could do was nod dumbly.

Jesse came over and looked down at his monster cock in my hands. She looked at me and smiled. “Looks like you have a cock to fuck my mouth with, sweetie.”

The ramifications of what she was suggesting came to life in my pussy. I felt my stomach jump into my throat and I smiled back.

Jesse got to her knees, and opened her mouth. Her painted lips opened to reveal a wet, waiting and willing tongue. I angled his cock (what was his name again?) towards her mouth, and the head slipped just inside. She closed her lips around his cock and I saw his knees buckle slightly. She must have been phenomenal. A crazy thought flashed through my head: maybe she’d teach me someday.

I still had both hands wrapped around his cock and feeding him into Jesse’s waiting throat. As I pumped him into her mouth, my fingers came up to her soft lips. The difference between his hot, throbbing cock and the softness of her lips excited me.

The way I was standing made it difficult on my wrists, so I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug, but bringing my hands down to stroke his balls with my left hand and his cock shaft with my right, still feeding him into her mouth.

Jesse was truly amazing, though. I peeked around this guy’s body and watched her take him in effortlessly. Her full lips must have been made for doing this. From my vantage point it wasn’t difficult to imagine it was me fucking her mouth with ‘my’ cock.

Looking for some release, I started pressing my pussy into this guy’s ass and found that between my hands in front and my pelvis in back, I had complete control over his cock sliding in and out of Jesse’s mouth. I pulled back with my hands and allowed him to remove his cock from her mouth, and was delighted to feel him offer no resistance. He was playing along and willing to let whatever these two hot and horny sluts wanted to do with him. Good boy.

He wrapped his arms behind him and started groping my back. It was awkward and futile, but it did give me a better ability to see. I took my left hand from his balls and put it on top of Jesse’s head. She moaned in assent and I started pushing my hips forward, driving my cock deep into her throat. I watched his cock disappear completely, and lost my cool.

I gripped her hair in my left hand and started fucking my pelvis backwards and forwards, bobbing her head on his cock as if it were my own. I could feel the building pressure between my legs with each thrust. I knew I couldn’t come this way but controlling both Jesse and this guy was all the aphrodisiac I needed.

Jesse had her own hand whisking away at her pussy and was practically screaming around this guy’s cock. His thighs started to flex and his hips bucked involuntarily; my experience giving guys hand jobs told me that he was aiming to find the right rhythm to let his orgasm fly. I wished I had an extra hand so that I could continue to squeeze his balls and milk him in tandem with my other hand sliding up his shaft.

Pulling Jesse’s hair I managed to make her deep throat his cock all the way until my fingers were pressed against her lips at the base. I could feel her sucking motion, and wasn’t sure if she was trying to get my fingers inside her mouth at the same time. She seemed completely lost in her horniness. I pulled her head away and then made him deep throat him again. His body quivered and his hands pulled me against his back in a desperate attempt to sandwich himself between us.

“I’m gonna…” was all he had a chance to say. I pulled Jesse’s head off his cock until her open mouth was resting at the tip and I started stroking him with my hand. Jesse had had her fun now it was my turn.

I love the feeling of a man’s come shooting through his shaft as my fingers squeeze him, and I knew that the tighter I squeezed the farther he would shoot. Suddenly I wanted to see this guy rocket his load all over my friend’s face. I had started off by wanting him to come over my face and tits, but now I wanted to see Jesse covered instead.

Holding her head steady in place, I whacked this guy off aiming at her face. She held her mouth open, unable to move any closer. I knew she wanted to suck it out of him, but I wanted her slightly frustrated. I had other plans for her.

I watched her place both hands on this guy’s thighs, and clenched her eyes tight and screamed around his cockhead. I could feel the heavy breathing through her nose against my hands, wet with her saliva as they were. She had told me before that she could come just by having a guy in her mouth, but I guess I never really quite believed her. Now, though, I saw it with my own two eyes (and felt the sharp breathing against my hands as she tried to control her breathing with a cock in her mouth).

Jesse’s mouth must have done something that sent him over the edge. The guy’s knees grew weak and he started bucking his hips as if to try to launch his come out of his body. His entire frame flexed and released in syncopated spasms. Suddenly he relaxed until he was almost limp.

And then he came. His body went rigid, more rigid than any other man I’d ever seen. I squeezed my hand around his cock and aimed for Jesse’s mouth. His come shot through his cock so hard I could feel under the skin beneath my fingers.

I had expected him to come hard and hoped he would come far, but even I was surprised by this stud’s distance. The first shot missed her mouth and instead roped above her face, a long trail landing across her lips, nose, forehead, and my fistful of her hair. The sight of Jesse’s face getting covered in come flashed me back to the porn site she had sent me. Watching it up close was so much better than the detached view of the video, though.

Feeling the texture against the back of my fist cleared up any disparity between my fantasies and the reality. The heat of his come shocked my pussy and I rammed him from behind trying to get some pressure there.

My aim adjusted, I fired his cock into her mouth for the second rope. Jesse actually sighed as it coated her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. She swallowed quickly and then opened her mouth for more. I pulled her head back onto his cock, impaling her throat with his spasming cock. She locked her lips and tongue around his shaft and held him there, and I was reminded of one of her lessons to me about sucking cock. “When a guy comes,” she had said, “just hold him in your mouth as deep as you can. It’s too sensitive to keep sucking him like before.”

Her expertise was classic; she could have given lessons. I quickly moved my hand from the top of her head to his balls, my right hand gripping the base of his cock as I pushed my pussy into his ass. Holding him steady from the back, and with Jesse’s mouth locked in from the front, he finished his spasming, emptying himself completely. I glanced up to see his head rocked back and him staring at the ceiling, his breathing slowly calming from the ragged, jerked syncopation from before.

As he relaxed Jesse released him from her mouth and licked her lips. She still had the streak of come from her nose up into her hair, but she didn’t bother to wipe it off. I moved around the guy, who was too spent to resist. He just stood next to us as I stepped in front of Jesse’s kneeling form. I put my hand back through her hair, feeling his come mix in with my fingers. With my free hand I lifted my miniskirt.

“Eat me,” I said. I wanted to watch Jesse’s face as she ate me out. This was a new thing for me, but I had gotten to that point where I would have humped a doorknob just to get some release. Jesse’s beautiful, sexy face belonged between my legs, looking up at me, and I wanted to come, dammit!

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth attacked my pussy with vigor – no time for preliminaries. I was soaked and needed to come. She was my best friend and knew me well enough to know that she needed to go for the kill.

When her tongue caressed my clit I knew I was not her first. If she was half as good with sucking cock as she was at lapping me up, it’s no wonder that guy lost it so quickly. I realized that I could easily become addicted to Jesse’s mouth and tongue.

I watched her face, her eyes closing from time to time and looking directly into my eyes at others. I felt her finger slide inside of my pussy and start a beckoning motion, sliding across my g-spot. Her soft lips, soft cheeks, her feminine hands – all felt so different than a man. I’ve had men who were good, but Jesse was different. The texture, the feeling was all soft.

I was a new woman. The lust inside of me had changed me. I looked down at Jesse between my legs and suddenly felt a surge of power, of control. Before, Jesse had been the dominant one, the one in control. I had been the shy sidekick, the follower.

In one swift moment I realized how things had changed on this night. I had controlled this guy, and I had controlled Jesse. I had fucked her mouth with his cock, and I was fucking her mouth with my pussy now. The realization supercharged me.

I gripped her hair tighter in my hand and spread my pussy open wider with my other one. She had easier access to my clit now, and found it with talent. She looked at me and I could see a different look in her eyes. At first she seemed curious about the change in me, but now she seemed to be accepting her new role.

I wanted to exploit this new-found power. “You liked him coming on your face, didn’t you?” I said, a rhetorical question but my tone demanded an answer.

She could only “mm-hmm” her assent. “And now I’m going to come on your face too,” I said. She mumbled again.

She closed her eyes again, but I gripped her tighter and pulled her into my pussy to get her attention. “Keep your eyes open,” I said. “I want you to watch me come.”

With that she sucked hard on my clit and the orgasm came violently. It felt for all the world as if she was sucking my climax out of me. I rode her face viciously, my pussy smearing across her lips and tongue. Vaguely I was aware of a scream that I only peripherally knew was my own.

I looked between my legs to watch her wide eyes staring back at me, her tongue never stopping it’s magic. Her fingers inside my body continued their beckoning motion, as if she were calling my orgasm to her. It came, and came and came, answering her call.

As I came I saw Jesse’s eyes grow wide. She moved her hand out from inside me and suddenly I found both of her hands grabbing my ass. Never losing eye contact, she screamed into my pussy as her own orgasm hit her, exactly the same as she had come with the guy in her mouth. For a moment I was a bit worried because it looked as if she had shocked herself by coming, and I wasn’t sure that she was okay.

She never released me, though, and just held on until her own orgasm subsided. Eventually I felt her grip on my ass begin to relax and she pulled away, but I could still feel her deep breaths on my soaked pussy.

She didn’t say anything, just took in deep breaths as she tried to regain her composure. She looked at me in a different way than she had before – it was a look of surprise, respect, and more than a little admiration. It was a look that, for the first time in our relationship, she saw us as equals.

After that time with the guy, who we never saw again, our relationship changed. We had been best friends but now we were true partners in crime, sharing experiences and trying to out-do each other’s fantasies. In time our adventures grew more and more outlandish, more risky, and more incredibly hot. These stories deserve their own space, so I’ll leave them for another time.

For now, though, I felt completely empowered in my life and couldn’t wait to pursue this new side of me.

 

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As you know, reading sexy short stories is one of my main hobbies. Although I have quite a lot of sources to find erotic tales Literotica might be, arguably, one of the best. Some weeks ago I was reading this story called “Come on me” and just loved it, so I contacted his author (@subtleprof) via Twitter and he granted me permission to publish it here. If you want, you may read other stories written by him on his literotica page.

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