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

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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.


Red BabydollI 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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Photo: “Christmas“ by Joe Buckingham with a creative commons license.

“Come On Me” by drscar – MMFF

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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.

 


Sir Robert's Stories Home PageAs 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.

Thank you so much @subtleprof!

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“Party Girl” by Todd – MFF

Party This Way

While a senior in college, I dated a beautiful freshman named Jean. She was about 5’6″ and 120 lbs. with smallish, perky breasts and a very flat tummy. She often wore revealing clothes of one sort or another, usually very casual but always sexy. The combination of her beautiful face, great body and attractive clothes usually made her the center of attention. This was especially so at parties where everyone wanted to flirt with her.

At a party at a suburban home one night, Jean was getting her usual attention as I got pretty drunk. Watching the other guys fawn over her was always a turn on for both me and Jean, and I often got the benefit of her heightened arousal later in the night.

After dancing with two guys at once through a series of fast and slow songs, Jean sauntered over to me for a kiss. No sooner had I started to get my tongue in her mouth when some sophomore guys starting pulling at her arms. I knew she wanted to get back to the dance floor, so I released our kiss and watched her dance her way back to the floor with these two new guys. I just smiled.

As the three of them danced away, a really cute blonde came over to me. “Is she with you?” she asked.

I said, “Yes, why?”

“Because she looks hot, really hot,” she replied. “How long have you two been dating?”

I said something about a few weeks as I looked the blonde over. She seemed younger, wearing a simple shirt and some cutoffs. Her tan was deep and she exuded a quiet confidence as she studied Jean’s dancing. I couldn’t help thinking about how sexy this blonde was. I also wondered about her interest in Jean. Was the young blonde into girls?

“Soooooo.” I finally said, “Do you like Jean?” The blonde never took her eyes off of Jean dancing as she responded, “Yes. She’s hot.” Then she turned and looked straight into my eyes as she instructed me: “There’s a room at the end of the hall. Go get her and bring her into it. I’ll be waiting for you both.”

“Waiting for what?” I asked.

“Waiting to watch you make out with her. I like to watch.”

“You like to watch?” I stammered.

“Yeah,” she said as she looked back at Jean on the dance floor. “I’d like to watch you do to her whatever she is willing to let you do to her in front of me.” Then she headed down the hall and disappeared into the room.

As I walked over to Jean, she was still dancing with the two sophomores. One of them was behind her while the other was in front of her. She was sandwiched in between them as they moved to the slow music. I pulled her away from them so that we could talk privately and said “Cheating on me, huh?” Jean said, “Well, what were you doing with that young blonde girl?” I laughed and explained, “She is more interested in you than me.”

Jean smiled and asked, “What do you mean?”

“She wants me to bring you to a room at the end of that hall. She wants to watch me do to you whatever you are willing to let me do to you in front of her.”

“What!?” exclaimed Jean. I laughed and explained, “That’s what she said. Let’s go.”

Then I took Jean’s hand and led her across the dance floor and then down the hall. When we reached the door, I gave Jean a kiss and said “Let’s have some fun.” Jean nodded back, indicating that she was willing. She seemed excited about walking through that door.

Inside the room was the blonde, standing patiently by a couch. She said “Hi” and walked over to us, closing the door behind us. “I like to watch” was the only other thing she said to get Jean and me started. I took Jean in my arms and started to kiss her. I sensed the blonde coming closer to get a good look.

I broke off the kiss and looked at the blonde. She was standing next to us with her lips slightly parted. I took my hand and put it on Jean’s breast. We heard the blonde let out a sigh as I massaged Jean’s tit and nipple. I watched the blonde stare at my hand, and so did Jean, as I pulled at her nipple through her shirt.

At this point Jean started to get more excited. She never took her eyes off the blonde’s stare. Jean moved back and to the right slightly to give the blonde a better view of her chest.

I sensed Jean wanted me to unbutton her shirt to let the blonde see more of her, and I was anxious to do so. As I opened up Jean’s shirt, the blonde got even closer. I pushed Jean’s unbuttoned shirt off her shoulders and let it drop on the floor. Jean’s tan tits contrasted with her black bra, and we both could feel the intensity of the blonde staring at them.

I slid the bra straps off of Jean’s shoulders. Then I carefully pulled them down her upper arms. I brought the bra cups lower on Jean’s breasts, but I didn’t allow them to fall off her breasts. Instead, I just brought the bra cups low enough for the blonde to see the top of Jean’s perky nipples.

Then suddenly I shoved my hand down onto Jean’s crotch. This took both girls by surprise and the sexual tension increased dramatically. I had Jean’s tits on display in front of this strange young blonde as I started to rub Jean’s mound through her cutoffs. We were all getting really hot.

Jean responded by opening her legs slightly and pointing her barely covered nipples right at the other girl. As I worked Jean’s mound, I suggested to her, “Take off your bra and show her your breasts.”

“Show her my breasts?” Jean whispered back weakly.

“Yes. yes,” said the blonde.

As Jean reached around back to undo her bra, her breasts naturally thrust forward. The forward pressure caused first her left and then her right nipple to poke out above the bra cups. The sight of Jean’s erect nipples made the blonde whisper “Jesus”.

Then Jean dropped the bra to the floor and stood before the other girl, naked from the waist up. I continued rubbing Jean’s mound and noticed both girls starting to breathe faster and louder.

I unsnapped Jean’s cutoffs and pulled down her zipper. I pulled off her cutoffs and showed the blonde Jean’s black panties. I noticed Jean had a little wet spot on her panties.

I reached up to Jean’s erect right nipple and started pumping it like a little cock. Then I told Jean “Drop your panties. Show her your cunt.”

Jean’s breathing sped up as she asked me, “Show her my cunt?”

The blonde whispered, “Yes. show me your cunt.”

Jean slid her thumbs on both sides of her panties and started lowering them. She only took them down an inch or two at first, however. just enough to show the top of her bush. Then she lowered the panties below her mound, just slightly exposing her cunt lips.

The blonde stared at Jean’s cunt. Then Jean let the panties fall to the ground and kicked them to the side. As she kicked the panties, her legs opened up and gave the blonde the view she wanted. Before Jean could close her legs, I brought my hand back down to her mound and starting sliding my fingers on her cunt lips.

Both girls sighed as I slipped in a finger. Jean was so wet and hot inside, that my finger immediately slid all the way in with no resistence. I pulled it out, glistening with Jean’s juices, and then put in two fingers as the blonde watched.

I finger fucked Jean’s cunt a few times and then pulled my hand out. I started to take my hand up to Jean’s face so that she could smell and taste herself when the blonde’s hand suddenly grabbed my wrist. This was the first time she had touched either of us.

She held my wrist and redirected my wet fingers to her own mouth. At first she smelled in Jean’s fragrance deeply, then she licked the knuckle-side of my two fingers. Over and over again she licked that side of my fingers, tasting Jean thoroughly.

Then the blonde took my hand up to Jean’s mouth and put the tips of my fingers against Jean’s lips. As Jean’s tongue came out to lick my fingers, the blonde pushed them deep into Jean’s mouth. Jean was getting a good taste of her own cunt mixed with the taste of the blonde’s mouth.

Now the blonde used my hand like a dildo, face-fucking Jean. She was gentle, but deliberate. Jean accepted the face-fuck and started sucking away at the juices on my fingers.

Then the blonde pulled my hand out of Jean’s mouth and took it back down to Jean’s cunt. She worked my fingers into Jean’s cunt lips gently and then slowly thrust them in all the way. She started getting more aggressive with each stroke and eventually she was really fucking Jean’s cunt with my hand. Her strokes were fast, hard and deep.

Jean had spread her legs more and was also thrusting her pelvis forward to better accept the finger fucking the blonde was giving her with my hand. But Jean couldn’t continue to stand in this posture for much longer, so the blonde said “Let’s get her on the couch.”

She took Jean over to the couch with my hand still in Jean. As she sat Jean up on an extra pillow in order to provide better access to Jean’s cunt, the blonde sat next to her, still fucking Jean with my hand like a dildo.

Instead of sitting down with them, however, I slowly pulled my hand out of Jean’s cunt and removed it from the blonde’s grip.

“You don’t need me to finish her off,” I told the blonde. She smiled at me and then looked at Jean. Jean said nothing, but she simultaneously opened her mouth and her legs as way of invitation to the blonde. Jean wanted this young blonde to finish her off, and she wanted it now.

The blonde took three of her own fingers and placed them at the entrance of Jean’s cunt. Then she leaned into Jean to give her a kiss on the mouth. As the blonde’s tongue entered Jean’s mouth, her fingers entered Jean’s cunt.

I watched as the blonde kissed and fucked Jean. In the next few minutes she drove Jean to the edge again and again, but never allowed her to orgasm. Her mouth worked Jean’s tits, ears, eyes and neck while her hand kept Jean’s cunt near the edge.

Then the blonde changed position slightly to get more leverage into Jean’s cunt. Jean and I both sensed this was going to be it. Sure enough, the blonde went at Jean with strength and speed. Jean’s legs stretched out, muscles contracted, braced for the best hand fuck she had ever had.

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and the two sophomore guys bounded in. They had been looking for Jean and someone had said we had gone into this room.

The sight that greeted them, however, was more than they ever would have dared to hope for. As I was standing to the side, this fully clothed blonde had Jean completely naked on a couch as she fingered fucked Jean’s cunt rigorously.

Jean was too close to the edge to be deterred by an audience, however. she was out of control at this point and the blonde knew it. The two guys called down the hall in a loud voice, “Hey, everybody. check this out!”

Within moments the room was filling up with people as the blonde started finishing Jean off. As Jean started to orgasm, her legs came together with her muscles convulsing. The blonde was strong, however, and kept her fingers ramming in and out of Jean as her other hand worked Jean’s clit. As people came in the room, they saw the muscles on the blond girl’s arm ripple as she fucked Jean into a paralyzing orgasm.

It lasted maybe 30 seconds or so and then Jean started to relax slightly. The blonde would not release Jean, however, and instead went back to finger fucking her, fast and hard. The muscles on her arm rippled again as she kept fucking Jean until the second orgasm arose. Tears started coming down Jean’s face as this second orgasm totally consumed her body.

As this second orgasm subsided, the blonde finally relented and just held Jean by the cunt, her hand still in her, but motionless.

Through this, the crowd had become silent. They were not sure what had happened, but they all were incredible hot from it. The blonde looked up at them and said, “Shows over. why don’t you give us some privacy?”

As people turned to go, I watched Jean start to snuggle up to the blonde. No one spoke as they left and eventually I was alone again with Jean and the blonde. As I started to close the door, the blonde said, “Thanks for the introduction, but we really would like to be alone right now.”

Jean had started kissing her neck and I saw her hand gentle cup one of the blonde’s breasts. The blonde just smiled at me and waited for me to go. When I left the room, I closed the door behind me.


Sir Robert's Stories Home PageI suppose that being with two women at the same time is one of the oldest masculine fantasies. The twist in this story comes from the realization that the blonde stranger is more interested in the female part of the couple and expects you to go away. Well. Shit happens!  🙂

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Photo: “Party this way” by Garry Knight with a creative commons license.