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Spin

By: MrLucien



Every…single…time. It never fails.

Many folks go to the gym to be seen. Makeup, revealing clothing and perfume or cologne that overpowers the senses and actually distracts those around them from having a quality workout. 

I go to the gym for the sole purpose of getting my body right. I keep to myself, don't speak to anyone and have a rather conspicuous pair of headphones omnipresent on my head. But no matter what hour of the day I go – early in the morning or in the wee hours of the night – there are at least a handful of women who never fail to catch my wandering eyes.

I know several of them fit in the category of the aforementioned glam queens – baring plenty of extra- sweaty skin when their frumpy high school senior T-shirt would suffice only because they know we're looking. 

But some are just so stunning that they could be wearing a plastic trash bag and still manage to catch my eye; the mystique of what's behind it all causes my mind to race and me to nearly kill myself when my treadmill is cranked up at high speeds. I acknowledge that it's all a result of my own rote male weakness, but it doesn't make it any easier during a vigorous workout. 

I'm in the gym six days a week, and I deal with this…issue…each of those days. But once, maybe twice a week, there's her. 

See, with the rest of the women, it's just a glance or two that lasts a couple seconds at most. But this one lady takes me totally off my game…commanding my undivided attention every time I see her. Beautiful brown skin; tight, curly hair, a body with no discernible flaw and a glance that could pierce the most adamantine of hearts. She's what Ron Isley talks about when he mentions "a winning hand." 

She must have run a million miles, done a million crunches, thrown a million jabs in her trainer's hand completely unaware that I was watching her, pseudo-stalker-like, the entire time. As a rule of thumb, I'm never intimidated to approach women, but this one…there's an invisible force field of intimidation evocative of my shy middle-school days that makes me drop my head every time she looks in my direction. 

On this day, I'm posted on the treadmill running my heart out in an attempt to beat my best time, when I glance over at her on the exercise bike. Cycling furiously, she's a vision of physical wonder; perched over the handlebars, her face drips of sweat as she pants heavily. She wears a skimpy pink and black latex sports bra – the curvature of her heaving breasts jostling about the fabric as if aching to pop out at a moment's notice. Her bent waist hides what I've seen many times before: a firm, bronze stomach; complete with a dangling stomach jewel that would fit just marvelously between my top and bottom front teeth.

Her skintight black shorts that cut off just above her knee serve to accentuate tight, bulging calf muscles. She's no novice to a life of exercise. 

She's managed to truly consume my attention today – more so than usual. I kick the treadmill speed up an extra couple miles an hour to help me regain focus. It doesn't help. 

When I finish, I walk past the front desk – ostensibly grabbing a towel as I head to the weight room upstairs – hoping just to catch a closer glance or two of her as she pedals away. 

She never even looks up at me.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I re-rack the dumbbells following a few sets of curls when I get a mild tap on my shoulder. My stomach drops when I see my "focus girl", not more than four inches from where I stand. She stares at me with a half-crooked smile and one eyebrow popped up. I'm too stunned to allow anything audible to slip out of a mouth agape. 

"So…whatcha got to say?"

"Uhh…about what?"

"'About what' my ass. You're no good at being low-key about your shit."

A nervous chuckle. "What you talkin' about? Low-key? What?"

She drops her head and cocks one eyebrow up, hands on her waist. "I see we can't both be grownups here, eh? Now you want to insult my intelligence?" 

I play dumb, but I know exactly what she means. My mind starts racing with the wonder of how many other women could have caught on to my looks. I decide on the fly not to insult her intelligence. 

"Alright, I hear you." My voice jumps with nervousness. "So what of it? I…I like what I see. Can't hang a brother for that, can you?"

"Well I can't seem to get a workout in without a pair of eyes burning through my clothes! What's up with that?"

"I mean, you know…people do what they can to get inspired during a workout. Some folks have music, some have magazines. I have you."

"Ah, that's sweet! Maybe I can forgive you for being a pervert just this once!" She deftly strokes her left index finger across the bottom of my chin playfully. I get rock-hard immediately. "That's a pretty heavy amount of looking you've been doing. What do you do with what you see?" She leans in and whispers in my ear. "Do you go home and jerk your cock when you're thinking about me?"

I'm absolutely befuddled at the query. My eyes shoot out of my head as I try to play it cool.

"Damn…a little direct, aren't we??"

"Taking the back road is for punks. Which is why I'm wondering why you never tried to holler at me...you a punk?"

"Nah…I mean…"

"Don't worry about it…I'm just fucking with you." She leans even closer to my ear. "I'd be lying my ass off if I said your eyes on me don't turn me on."

The feeling of her breath against my ear. I get that rush that's unique to the realization that something could very well go down with someone you've had your eye on for a long time. That rush apparently has a detrimental effect on my vocal cords, as I go completely silent. Sweat pouring down her face, she smirks at my haplessness.

"So, any chance I can peel you away from your weights for a little while?" She motions with her index finger to follow her as she walks toward the back of the room. Simultaneously confused and heavily intrigued, I followed her…making sure to grab my towel so as to cover the huge bulge shooting out of my pants. 

* * * * * * * * * * *

We stop at the door of the room where the spinning classes are held. I've never been inside, though I keep promising myself I'll give spinning a try someday. 

She opens the room with a key that's attached to a band wrapped around her right wrist. Nonchalantly, she pushes the door and walks in. I stand at the doorway…wondering why my legs aren't working at the moment. 

The room is pitch black – she purposely passes the light switch at the door, so I don't bother to flick it on, figuring she has her reasons. As she descends toward the back of the room, she looks back at me.

"What are you waiting for? Come in, close the door, and lock up behind you. And don't turn on the light!"

I comply. She could ask me to detonate a thermonuclear bomb in the middle of the weight room right about now and I'd be on it. 

"So…what exactly are you doing with a key to this room?"

"Ha. Well, if you ever showed up on Monday mornings, you'd know I teach spin class in here. A modest gig, but it keeps this ass you love gluing your eyes on nice and tight." She slaps her backside for emphasis and puts one knee on a workout bench sitting in the back of the room. 

"Well, who else has keys to this room? Could anyone theoretically roll up in here like we just did?"

"Just me, sweetheart. What, you worried someone will come in and interrupt us?"

"And what exactly is there to be interrupted?"

She sits down on the bench and lies across it, her heaving chest in the air. She bends her right leg up and stretches the left one out completely, bringing to mind a swimsuit model I'd see stretched out in front of one of those pretentious-yet-ridiculously-lucky-and-overpaid photographers with the dirty gray beards. 

Her head turns slowly to me, as she proceeds to burn a hole in my eyes with hers. The windows in the room provide minimal light in the room…just enough for me to discern her very clear intentions as she looks at me.

"Mama always told me there were times that questions were not to be asked. I'm guessing this is one of them." I traverse the small maze of exercise bikes slowly to make my way toward her – careful not to come off too eager while completely disregarding the fact that we are in a very public gym.

When I reach her, I try to lean down to do…lord knows what…when she stops me.

"Uh-uh." She runs the tips of her left fingers over the contours of my hard dick as it pushes up my track pants. She gently caresses it as one would scratch a cat's chin. 

"Is that happiness to see me?"

"Absolutely."

"Hm…" She moves the palm of her hand flatly from the bottom of my still-covered balls, up the back of my cock and over the tip…ultimately making her way to my waistband. The combination of being incredibly sweaty and a long-brewing insecurity about my waistline makes me almost jump back. But I stay my hand. 

"Yo…you know I just got done running for a half-hour on the treadmill, right?" I want to slap the shit out of myself for speaking the words the moment they come out of my mouth. 

She pulls my pants, and my boxers, down around my thighs in one fell swoop. "Mmm…no worries. That's how I want you…how I want to taste you." She yanks me closer via my waistband, cranes her neck up from her laid-down position and gently massages the tip of my moist shaft with the very tip of her tongue. 

She works with precision, making sure only the tip is caressed. No hands, no lips…she's teasing me. Already a bit weary from the run, my legs start shaking a bit after a couple minutes of this.

"You like that?"

"You know I do." 

"So, I take it you want more?"

I answer her question without words, but instead with outstretched hands. She quickly sits up and wraps her palms around my wrists. 

"Oh no. Listen hon…you need to understand something: you owe me for months of free looks, months of whatever fantasies your dirty little mind has conjured while watching me work out. This is MY game. You do only as you're instructed, and nothing else. Do we understand one another?"

I shake my head with a toothy grin on my face. She stands up, grabs me by my shoulder blades and pushes me down to replace her on the bench. She kneels in front of me, forcefully pulls my pants down from around my thighs to my ankles, and wraps her hand around my cock as she leans down and wraps her lips around its head. 

Her warm lips never go down past the head, but her tongue is still the workhorse here: the tip of her tongue continues to massages the tip of my cock. She provides the act the closest diligence, concentrating in a way that only a woman who truly enjoys it can. 

The teasing of the head eventually graduates to her using her entire mouth. Her lips shift as she flickers her tongue across my skin…the entire time stroking with a firm yet caring touch. Trying hard to stay macho, I very gently let slip out a moan of approval. 

The whole thing is so heady and intense, it's bound to end before I'm ready. I tap her gently yet rapidly on her shoulder so as to keep myself from eruption.

"Hey…hey, hold up…"

She looks up at me, fire in her eyes. "What did I say about doing as you're told? Did I give you permission to fucking speak to me?"

"Nah…no you didn't."

She stands up, and leans over me for a couple seconds before forcefully pushing me off the bench and onto the floor. The woman has ample strength stored inside that chiseled frame of hers. 

Once again placing one knee down on the bench, she bends down at the hip, takes the key she used to get in the door, reaches over, pokes a hole in her spandex shorts right at the top of her ass and slowly tears a hole straight down…just above the top of her clit. Her wet snatch pokes out invitingly through the cloth. 

"So when you're looking at me, do you imagine how I taste?"

"Uh….y-yeah."

"Do you imagine how I smell…moist after a nice, hard workout?"

I nod, speechless. It's like she's hardwired into my fantasies.

"Well, good news for you today." She snaps her finger and points at her bare pussy, giving me the signal to put my mouth to work. I bend backwards to move my head under her. 

What I haven't told her – amid my babbling – is that we share a mutual sexual fascination desire for the sweaty, post-exercise frame. Every woman I've ever been with was too self-conscious to ever let me near her immediately following a workout…though ravaging a body dripping with the sweat of a hard workout has been an as-yet-unrealized fantasy for quite some time.

This was my first opportunity, and the pleasure I always thought it would bring was confirmed the moment her scent entered me – a pungent mixture of sweat from a powerful workout and the flowing juices of a woman pulsating with desire. She doesn't give me much chance to soak in her smell before lowering her pussy lips on my face.

"There you go. Don't disappoint me. And don't even THINK of touching your cock!" 

I immerse myself in licking every square millimeter of her walls, and I feel her quickly ceding the control she's held so far in this little game of hers. As she writhes above me, her breathing accelerating, I realize that I'm in charge for the first time. 

She's moaning gently, but I want more control. So I move my tongue just a bit north to her throbbing clit. As I outline her pink dot with the tip of my tongue, her slight moans become louder. 

"Goddamn…mmm…you don't disappoint…don't stop…"

My hands on her hips, I feel the energy surging through her with every revolution of my tongue around her clit. I imagine this is exactly what it felt like for her to tease me, so I revel in the moment of giving her just enough to drive her crazy.

My poor cock sits untouched, throbbing as a result of the action at hand. But though it begs to be touched, I don't dare violate her command for fear that any disobedience on my part could draw the activities to an abrupt conclusion. 

To distract myself from my own urges, I place more attention on the task at hand: I purse her clit between the roof of my mouth and the middle of my tongue, and I roll it around like a lozenge. 

"Oh…Jesus FUCK! Oh…agh!"

I interrupt the proceedings with a whisper. "Sssh! You forget we're in public?" I point out at all the folks outside of the window lifting weights…apparently oblivious to what's going down in the dark room. 

"Oh…just…don't you fucking worry about me. Just don't stop what you're doing to TALK to me!" 

Indeed. It's not like I'm not enjoying myself. So I push my face in even deeper…entirely consumed by her wetness. The louder she gets, the moister she becomes. After several minutes have elapsed – it may as well have been hours – her thighs start quivering in my ten fingertips. Her wrists start shaking as if she's going to lose her balance. She's getting louder and louder…entirely apathetic about the people in close proximity.

Her gushing wetness escapes my lips and runs down my cheek like a teardrop. I could drown in her and die a happy man. 

Just as she's on the verge of releasing all over my face, she abruptly hops off my face and hops a few steps away. She turns around, a shiver runs down her body and she yells more loudly than I'm comfortable with…but with a smile on her face. 

"Shit! Oh…my GOD. Not yet. Not…fucking…yet." She pauses for a few seconds, heavily panting, and points at me. "You…"

I sit up, and we stare at each other for about 20 seconds. No words. She rubs her hands together; I bite my left fist in yearning. The energy cuts the darkness between us. I find heart I never knew I had.

"Fuck this. Come here." 

I stand up, flick my pants from my ankles and rush her. To her moans, I grab her vigorously by her waist and turn her around as she slams her palms up against the window. I crouch down and finish the damage she started on her shorts; literally tearing them off her waist in shreds with no regard as to how she'll leave the room with nothing covering her. 

Her beautiful, sweat-glistened ass gives the room all the light I need. I drag my lips up her ass, over her back, across her shoulder and over her right earlobe, which I nibble on with my front teeth as my cock rubs up against her firm backside. I run my palms up her stomach, over her breasts and to the neckline of her sports bra, which I unzip to reveal two heaving breasts; the nipples of which I massage between my index and middle fingers until they become hard as bullets.

"Mmm…just what I like…a man who knows when to take over…"

I bend my knees ever so slightly and slide inside of her; not forcefully, but not gently. She's perfectly wet enough to take me without pain or friction; her tender yet strong walls clasp tightly around my cock with little give. I sense that I will have to discipline myself quickly in order not to let go too quickly. 

I wrap my forearms up her torso as I thrust her against the window. She has the body of an athlete – adding an element of the challenge to the event: I don't want to lose face, so I show her that all those squat thrusts I do are for good measure. Still, she pushes against me; flexing her domineering spirit even now while heavily in the throes of ecstasy. I realize that the average man would get pummeled by her… quickly. 

After a few minutes, we're both dripping sweat much harder than we were at our mutual workouts. I take my shirt off, so as to lean over her and connect with her sweat-moistened lower back. The moist slather of our bodies turns me on even more. 

I'm so engaged in the essence of her that I forget that we're fucking like jackals in the window of a public gym; I'm paying no attention to the number of attendees who may or may not be oblivious to the tiny slivers of light that would reveal our activities. It's only when she starts screaming again that I instinctively place my right hand over her mouth and whisper "Shhh!" She bites my middle finger so hard I swear without looking that she drew blood. 

"Ow! Woman what the fuck?!?"

She pushes me back with her elbows vigorously. I fall out from inside of her, dripping on the floor beneath. 

"Shut the fuck up! You telling me you can't take a little bite?? In fact, lay the fuck down!" 

My 6-foot-1 stature towers an easy eight inches over hers…yet with an effortless two-handed push directly to my chest, I hit the ground ass-first, nearly bashing my head on a nearby stationary bike. I'm thankful I don't; all I want is to see what happens next. 

She stands over me, breathing heavily, staring down at me defiantly; her perky nipples and gushy wet slit glistening through the shadows. Her knees hit the ground, she grabs my cock and slides me back inside her. 

Regaining control of the situation, she reminds me how powerless I am as she proceeds to grind me in vigorous cowboy fashion that leads me to wonder just how much longer I can hang. Her moans become loud once again, but in my physical position I can't reach out to even risk sacrificing one of my fingers. 

Before long, she bewilders me by grabbing my cheeks with her left hand and pinching them as an aunt would her 6-year-old nephew. I know not what to think.

"Is this what you imagine when you're fucking staring at me? Huh? Me fucking you hard like this??"

I can't talk with squeezed cheeks, so I simply nod.

Willpower keeps me in the game as she fucks me using the leverage of her clearly well-developed thighs. Her dark curls are beaded with sweat that eventually falls on my stomach; her tits running across my chest each time she bends down to my face. Every time I think she's preparing to kiss me, she comes within a millimeter of my face and makes something of a scowl, reminding me that kisses have no place in uninhibited, dirty and illicit sex. 


Spin



"It's your turn Tanja"

"Ok. Where was I again?"

I yawned as my housemate Tanja rolled the dice for the umpteenth time and moved her token up the board. I'd bailed on the lads rugby social for this? Tanja had talked me into a housemate bonding night saying it would be good for us all but this was interminable. 

My other housemates Ryan and Grace sat opposite Tanja and I on a fluffy cream carpet in a comfy, spacious lounge. In the middle of us sat a Monopoly board, we'd been playing for over an hour and no-one was even close to winning. I had to say something.

"Guys can't we just pack this in?"

"Ah come on Alex try and show some enthusiasm"

"I'm sorry Tanja but this is dead man, Ryan, Grace you have to agree with me?"

"To be fair Tanja, he has a point"

"See Ryan concurs, lets try something else"

"I don't see why we have to pack it in already, Grace you agree with me don't you?"

As per usual Grace nodded and agreed with Tanja. She was so weak. 

"How about a compromise Tanja? We keep playing but there's booze involved. We have like five six-packs of beer in the fridge"

"Yes Ryan that's a great idea! Come on Tanja that's fair"

Tanja pursed her lips. 

"Ok then a couple of beers could be fun. Stella for me Alex"

"How could I forget Tanja! Grace any preference?"

"Could you get the pear cider bottle, it's in the corner of the fridge?"

"Sure thing."

I jumped up and collected two packs of Stella and Grolsch and the Bulmers Pear Cider from the kitchen. I sat back down onto the carpet and passed Grace the bottle of cider and Tanja a six pack leaving Ryan and me with eighteen cans of beer. 

"Why did you get all that out?"

"I'm thirsty" 

Tanja stared back at me unamused. I cracked open the can and took three big gulps. She just shook her head and passed the dice to Ryan. 

"Your turn Ry"

Ryan was South African and spoke with a drawl. He was 6ft and androgynous with fair hair and had an easy charm about him. He was definitely gay but he never confirmed meaning he got a lot more attention from girls around campus. He was either a genius or just plain gay. He was dressed casual in faded jeans and a white t-shirt. 

Grace was Hispanic with long black hair and a cute baby face, a button nose and full lips. She was 5ft 4" and a little flabby around her stomach. She had a killer rack though: firm 32C breasts that stretched her tight black Incubus t-shirt outwards. She wore a flowery knee length skirt over black tights. 

Tanja was German and followed every stereotype: ordered, punctual and without humour. We had done nothing but argue since we had moved in. There was a naughty side to her but I'd only seen it once or twice when we were drunk at a party. She was sexy in an alternative kind of way. Jet black hair streaked with red highlights fell down her neck into the hood of a black hoodie that was zipped up over a clingy purple top. Tanja had incredible cleavage: supple, bouncy breasts that curved a little out of her top. Underneath she wore a tight white satin skirt that cut just above the knee over a pair of lacy black tights. 

"Oh no! Alex you have Mayfair don't you?"

Finally! My hotel had paid off on Mayfair.

"Yep. Let's keep it coming over this way Tanja, I need another £500"

She glared at me as I took the flimsy note from her outstretched hand. I enjoyed her piercing stare, you could almost swim in her flashing green eyes. She had turned a light shade of crimson that complemented her deep red luscious lips. I snatched a glance of her tongue, pierced with a small golden stud. I had a big thing for piercings but so few of girls had them. 

Lately I'd been bored on nights out, being one of the main guys on the University Rugby team meant I had to pull every night otherwise my reputation took a battering. Recently I had just been taking the girl home getting her even more paralytic and then putting her to bed. They'd wake up the next morning and think I'd fucked them when in fact I'd just caught up on some shuteye. How long I could keep it up without raising suspicion was another matter. 

I opened another can of Grolsch and moved my token along the board. 

"Hey I've got an idea. How about a Monopoly drinking game? Every time we pass go we have to take five sips and if you got jail you have to finish the can you're drinking in one go. Or in Grace's case you down what's left in the glass. How about it?"

"I'm up for that. Yeah lets go for it" 

Ryan was already tipsy on his third can. Grace smiled and nodded. Tanja hesitated but then let a brief smile cross her lips. 

"Ok. But you're the ones who are going to pay for this idea. I never lose Monopoly!"

"We'll see about that" I replied. 



About thirty minutes later the game had taken a distinct turn for the better. Tanja was laughing after every roll of the dice (she had been in jail three times mind) and Grace was rocking back and forth on her knees giddy with excitement. Ryan was quiet, a glazed expression across his face. Being a Rugby lad I was going strong on my eighth can but I did feel a pleasant tingling sensation rolling over me. Suddenly Tanja jumped up and pushed the board game to one side. 

"I'm not going to jail again! Alex stop laughing! This was your plan all along wasn't it?!"

She was bright red in the face from laughing so hard. I grinned at her. She looked over at Grace and saw the empty bottle of cider next to her. 

"Hey lets play something else. Something really fun!"

Tanja grabbed the bottle and placed it on its side. Were we really going to play Spin The Bottle? How old were we? But then again...

"Ok then what are the rules?"

I stared intently at Tanja as she winked at me. 

"Strip"

She flickered out her tongue letting the stud roll over he top lip. I felt a little raise in my jeans. Grace glanced over nervously at Tanja. 

"Erm I don't know if I should play..."

Tanja ignored her and pressed the bottle into her palm. 

"Spin"

Grace bit her top lip and spun the green bottle across the carpet. It pointed at Ryan. He hadn't said a word for the last half hour but eagerly whipped his t-shirt off. 

"Nice one Ry!"

The air suddenly brimmed with electricity. How far would this go? 

"Come on Ry spin!"

The bottle came to a stop. I lifted my shirt over my head and looked directly at Tanja. She cooed floating her eyes over my six-pack. I noticed Ryan's jeans rising as he pored over my muscular torso. I quickly grabbed the bottle and spun landing on Grace. She removed her necklace. 

"Oh come on Gracie! At least get those tights off"

Grace looked terrified but wriggled out of her tights under the intense glare of Tanja. Ryan took one of her smooth tanned legs and tickled the sole of her foot. 

"Oooh it tickles!"

She giggled trying to pull her foot away leaving her knees open. She was wearing black panties. Grace hadn't noticed Tanja and I looking up her skirt and continued giggling as she spun the bottle. It landed on Tanja. I felt my cock start to unravel in my boxers. She unzipped her hoodie teasing as she pulled the zip up and down before slipping it off onto the floor. Her strappy top clung to her skin, her cleavage bursting out. I was so distracted I didn't even notice the bottle pointing at me. 

"Aww come on Alex don't be shy..."

This was a bit unfair, Tanja had got away with taking her jumper off and Grace had removed her tights. I wasn't going to stand there in my boxers just for Tanja to take the piss. But what choice did I have? If my member calmed down it would help, as hard as I tried to think of Renee Zellweger I could not get it down. 

I stood up apprehensively and unbuckled my jeans, I sensed a hush in the room: Tanja giddy at how the game was progressing, Grace nervous and excitable and Ryan drunkenly stroking Grace's foot. I dropped my jeans down to the floor and quickly crouched down onto the carpet trying to disguise my hard on. It hadn't worked, everyone could see the bulge in my boxers. I felt that tingling sensation again, I'd never thought of my housemate in a sexual way before but it was turning me on seeing them admire my body. 

I broke the spell and spun the bottle. Ryan. He didn't hesitate his jeans were off in a second. And if I thought I was hard he was another story: his briefs pointing skywards. Grace let out a little squeal as the bottle spun and pointed at her knee. She hesitated biting her lip. 

"Come here Gracie"

Grace turned to the side and let Tanja slip her fingers under her t-shirt lifting it over her head. I was taken aback by how massive her breasts really were, her black bra straining to keep them in. Grace bowed her head embarrassed. Tanja cupped her chin and raised her lips to hers. Grace seemed surprised but returned the kiss with gusto allowing Tanja's fingers to unclasp her bra. I grew harder by the second noticing at the same time Ryan's briefs were bursting at the seams. Maybe he wasn't gay after all. 

Grace broke away breathing hard her tanned breasts unencumbered, her nipples hard and ready. 

"Ok guys your turn..."

Tanja was grinning again. 

"Alright then"

I eagerly moved over to Grace. 

"Nope. We want you guys to make out"

"What?"

"You heard me. Kiss him"

She was being serious. I turned to Ryan. Wow was he up for this?! He knelt in front of me his eyes hungry. I took one more look at Tanja and knew what I had to do. I moved in and kissed him hard, I knew he was getting bigger and fortunately I was getting smaller – good, I was going to need some staying power. I extricated myself from him and stared intently at Tanja. 

"Where were we?"

She was rocking back and forth on her knees with Grace in delight. Ryan lay back against the sofa in stunned silence. I spun the bottle and watched as it landed on Grace. She squealed.

"Me?! Again!"

Grace slid her skirt off, large black panties curving round her rather flabby ass. 

"Spin Gracie"

The bottle whizzed around finally stopping on me. The girls squealed with delight. 

"Alexxxxx" 

Tanja's voice was sexy, daring me. I gradually got to my feet and started to slide my boxers down over my raging member. 

"No Alex! Wait"

I looked at them startled. Tanja and Grace moved over giggling. 

"Grab his arms Gracie!"

Grace stood up and jumped behind me holding my arms in pressing her pert nipples into my back. Tanja was on her knees sliding my boxers down inch by inch. My eight inch cock flopped out and brushed her cheek. 

"Ooh! It's so hard! Gracie come here!"

Grace got onto her knees beside Tanja and cupped my massive balls into her sweaty palms. Tanja stroked her hand up and down my cock letting her fingers tickle the veins. I sighed with pleasure. Grace started to lick my testicles sucking them into her greedy little mouth. Tanja raised her green eyes up at me and smirked taking me into her mouth with a loud slurp. Ryan sat and watched in dazed silence rubbing his hands over his brazen member. I moaned as Tanja took me deep into her throat. 

"I want a try"

Grace was clearly hungry for my meat! Tanja released my member and grabbed my balls in her teeth biting the skin. I howled in painful ecstasy as Grace drove me into her throat gagging repeatedly. 

Tanja let go of my balls and drew her tongue up my shaft her stud cold against my skin. Grace followed her lead and they then fought over me each attempting to go deeper. My cock was moistening by the second. I reached down and circled my finger over the areola of Grace's nipples feeling them harden to my touch. 

After five mutes of this Ryan grabbed Grace's tits and massaged them, she let go of my cock and reached into his briefs pumping up and down before diving onto it and taking him deep. Ryan groaned in exalted bursts. 

"Aaahhhh"

Tanja was flicking my dick with her index finger. I knelt down and gently pushed her down with me. I slid my hands under her top and drew it up and off. I licked her neck down to her breasts unclasping her bra and sucking her nipples in. She was so warm I could only imagine her pussy streaming with juices. 

I slid down her body and peeked under her skirt, she was wearing no panties! I eased her skirt down and planted kisses down her thigh enjoying her soft sighs. I ripped her lacy tights in two and darted my tongue into her moist vagina drinking in the hot fluids and tasting every sector of her lips. Letting my warm tongue roll over her cool small clit ring I waltzed my tongue around her pussy until I felt a hot splash into my face. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh"

Tanja sat up and grabbed my face and French kissed me our tongues writhing together. 

"Tanja come here"

We broke apart and moved over to Grace and Ryan. Grace was lying spread-eagled across the carpet her wide pussy dripping. Tanja crouched over her mouth and moaned as Grace began to eat her pussy. 

Ryan was lying underneath her pounding her ass crack. Every hole needs filling! I knelt down and inserted my rock hard cock into her lips and sighed as joyous warmth greeted my member as I slid in and out. 

It was quite a scene, Ryan and I driving in and out whilst Tanja screamed as Grace licked her pussy into frenzy. I pounded harder, the sound of thighs slapping together increasing in volume. Suddenly Tanja screeched and I saw her face drop in horror as warm, brown shit slid out her ass into Grace's wide open mouth. I pulled out of Grace's soaking vagina in fascination and watched Grace swallow every last steaming slop of Tanja's excretion. 

"Grace what are you doing?!"

Tanja looked mortified but also thrilled in the dirtiest way at what Grace was doing. Grace flipped onto all fours and licked her ass crack clean whilst Ryan pumped her even harder up her ass. 

I walked over to Tanja and slid my cock into her mouth. She sucked me in gratefully as if glad to have a distraction. Finally Grace finished cleaning Tanja and dropped to the floor in exhaustion. Ryan lay down and began to eat her red raw pussy. 

I wasn't going up Tanja's ass after what I had just witnessed but her vagina was so wet I had to glide my cock in and pound her as her tits bounced up and down. I felt my cock pushing against her clit ring and felt myself expand further inside her until I knew I was really to explode. 

Tanja and Grace raised themselves up onto their knees exhausted and elated. Ryan and I grabbed our cocks and began to pump streams of boiling cum into their flushed faces. I spewed a load onto Tanja's hair and rubbed it into her scalp. 

She fell back vanquished by my member. I pushed myself onto her stomach and kissed her sucking every last bit of oxygen out of her until we collapsed together in each other's arms. I lay back and caressed her breasts as Grace licked the remaining moisture off my rather still to alert penis. 

"Well that sure beats Monopoly!"



Spin Cycle



It was the holiday season, and my boyfriend and I were staying at his parents' house. We had been there a week and gone that entire time without having sex. Every part of my body ached to feel him, and I could tell by the way that he was looking at me that he longed for the same. It was then that I developed my plan…

We were helping his mom make dinner when I casually asked her if I could help her with any other chores. She thought about it for a moment, and said that she had been too busy to get her laundry done, and she said it would be wonderful if I could do that for her. This was too perfect! I gave my boyfriend a sly grin and said that I would need his help doing the wash since I didn't really know how she liked it done. He quickly caught on to my scheming and followed me down to the laundry room.

Once down the stairs, I pulled down his zipper, reached my hand into his pants, and grabbed hold of his already very hard dick. I led him by his cock into the laundry room and shut the door. He shoved me against the wall and tore off my shirt, my nipples were erect and ready under my bra as he slid his fingertips across them making me shiver. He kissed me hard on the mouth as he took off my bra. I rhythmically bucked my hips against his trying desperately to ease the throbbing in my clit. I started to take off his pants when he pulled away from me and said that he had an even better idea… 

He opened the washing machine and threw in all the clothes he could find. I was starting to get a bit offended thinking that he would rather do his mother's chores than have sex with me. He tossed in some soap, slammed down the lid, and turned the knob to "Heavy Load/Spin Cycle". He guided me over to the washer, picked me up, and sat me down on top of it. The machine was working hard and vibrating like crazy… the feeling was fucking incredible! 

While I was enjoying the pleasant vibrating sensation that was running up and down my body, he started to kiss my neck… down to my shoulders… cupping my breasts with his hands and taking one of my nipples into his mouth, and massaging it with his tongue. I was biting into his shoulder trying my best not to scream as my first orgasm came on. I felt my legs start to shake as sweat ran off of my skin. I dug my nails into his back and muffled my cries as best as I could.

While I was still recovering from that first incredible explosion, he lifted up my skirt up around my waist and parted my legs. He roughly ran his hands over my thighs and pulled me in closer to him. He moved my hand down to his throbbing dick, and I guided it to my pussy lips. He ran his cock over my slit, getting it nice and wet, and slowly pushed his head in, lightly pumping the tip in and out. It was pure torture, and he was loving the way it was making me wriggle around. He continued to tease me with his head, and then he violently grabbed my ass and thrust his cock into me hard and fast. It hurt so good… The mix of pleasure, pain and vibrating was too much for me and I came again. I could feel my pussy muscles tightening and contracting over his dick. He buried his face between my tits trying to keep the rest of the house from hearing his deep moans. He continued to pound into me until I felt his cock twitch and release.

We were both panting heavily, but I was still hungry for more… after all, I had gone an entire week without fucking. I jumped down off of the washing machine and pushed him back up against it. I kissed from his chest down to his happy trail, and ran my hands up the back of his legs and grabbed his ass. He was starting to get hard again when I took his dick into my warm mouth. I licked my juices off of his growing cock and I could taste the left overs of his cum. I noticed my mouth was vibrating a bit and realized that it was the vibrations of the washer passing through his body… then I started to think about how the inside of my cunt must have been vibrating for him, and I got so hot. 

I wrapped my lips tightly around his dick and pumped my mouth up and down the shaft. His knees started to go weak, but I kept going. I ran my nails up his inner thigh and grabbed hold of his balls, I tugged at them gently as I ran my mouth over his rod. His legs finally gave out and we both toppled down onto the floor. I straddled his calves and pushed my mouth back down onto his cock, I was determined to make him cum again. The muscles of his thighs tightened, and he began to breathe heavily. He ran his hands through my hair and pushed my mouth down further onto his dick. I could feel his head pushing deep down into the back of my throat. He let out a muffled scream and came hard. I swallowed as much as I could before pulling away and watching the rest spray onto my tits and his belly. 

My boyfriend sat up and licked some of his cum off of my chin. A little bell sounded in the background, he said, "Looks like the wash is done… its time to dry", and he looked at me with a big grin. 

I love doing the laundry.



Spin Cycle



I had just moved into a new apartment in the city. I knew no one. I wasn't sure if I really liked the city yet. I grew up in a very small town, and was used to that way of life. But after I graduated, the only way I could get a job or go to school was to move to the city. So here I am. 

The apartment I moved into had about 30 places in it. I wasn't sure if I would meet anyone. You know what they say about city living. No one knows your neighbor!

My Mom and Dad had helped me move my furniture in and this was my first night in my own home. I had laundry to do, and I was told Tuesday nights was the time I was able to use the laundry facilities.

I piled my clothes in the basket, grabbed my soap and bounce, and headed to the laundry room. I filled the washer with a load and sat down with a book while I waited. 

As the load finished, a man walked in. I looked up and said hello in my friendly country girl way which I was raised. He spoke quietly but was polite. I learned his time for the laundry was the same time as mine. 

He was taller than me. But most guys are as I am only 5 foot 4 1/2 inches. His hair was balding, but I wouldn't say he was a lot older than I was. He needed shaved, as his face showed the 2 day stubble quite well. His body was not fat, but wasn't skinny either. He was do able!!

Not that I was interested in a fuck buddy right now. But a girl has needs the same as a guy has. Girls just don't generally admit to it.

The spin cycle ended. As we made general conversation I took my clothes out of the machine and added them to the dryer. 

As I had at least 40 minutes for them to dry, we sat and talked. He was just down the hall from me. Room 111 and I was in room 105. His name was Dale. He was single. Always lived in the city, at this apartment for 3 years now. Knew computers well. Which I thought was a bonus as I knew how to turn my on and that was about it. 

The time blew by quickly. My clothes were finished. I gathered them up and said good bye. Returning to my apartment. Wow, my apartment. That was so cool.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV, folding laundry, when the door bell went. I got up to see who it was. It was Dale. His one hand behind his back. He was smiling, and said I think you forgot something. Pulling his hand from behind his back, he placed my bra in my hand. Almost blushing, I said thank you. He had to get going, but just wanted to drop it off, as someone else would have stolen it if he hadn't returned it to me. 

****

The days went by quickly. My new apartment. A new job, part time; as I was also starting college. Fresh out of high school. A whole new world to me. All alone. New place. Many adventures to come.

I continued to meet Dale in the laundry room on our days designated for each of us to do our laundry. Many conversations went by.

One particularly interesting conversation led into more than I had anticipated. The night was hotter than most. Although the air conditioner was working, it just wasn't enough. I got up from the chair to put another load of laundry in. As I had my back to Dale, he came up behind me. His body pressed up against mine. He led my hands further on top of the washer. With one leg he spread my legs. I never have been frisked by a police officer, but if this was the experience leading up to it, I was all for it.

Lowering his head to my neck, I could feel his hot breath from his nose. His soft cool lips lightly nipping at my skin. Sucking softly. 

As the machine was still spinning, Dale lips proceeded to make a trail up to my ear. I hate my ears being probed with anything, instantly I turned my head and met his lips with mine. 

Parting my lips slightly, he slid his warm moist tongue into my mouth gently. The use of one's tongue inside me always sends me into a state of; well let's just say its something that previous lovers have called a tamism. I go into this almost lifeless state, although it is usually when I hit orgasm when a man performs oral sex on me, it has been known to happen during the use of a tongue inside my mouth also. While in this state HE could do "almost" anything to me and I would go along with it.

With his tongue dancing in my mouth, my pussy is inviting him down there. To taste the candy it produces. To get him there, it uses its scent. Like in the cartoons how the smell of certain foods wisps a person to "fly" in mid air and follow the scent til it hits its destination.

And like that person, Dale followed my scent. Lifting my skirt over my ass. Finding I was wearing a black thong. His hands start rubbing my cheeks, as he goes on his knees. With one finger he moves the thong to the side and starts licking my ass.

I want to turn around and let him dive into my pussy. To be eaten like I have desired so many days. When one doesn't have a man in her life, the use of masturbation just doesn't justify what a man can truly do to her.

As I stand there, with Dale's tongue between my cheeks, probing my ass, his fingers move along and find my hole. The moisture lubricating it preparing it for the next phase. 

I try to twist around. Dale keeps me in the stance I am in. Like I am cuffed in place. He will allow me to turn when he feels I am ready. 

Two fingers start pleasuring me. Standing there spreading my legs apart more. Eager to get at least one more finger in. Hoping he could read my mind. 

And that is what happened. One more finger added. His hand pumping his fingers into me. Harder, and harder, just like I like it. All this time his tongue licking, probing, my ass. 

I hit peak after peak of orgasms, as Dale continued. Never stopping. Like shock waves hitting me. One after the other. Barely catching my breath.

Dale stopped. My hands moving forward on the washer more. Breathing hard. Hoping to get some air. As I caught my breath, he made his way to the door and locked it.

Returning, he took my hand and led me to the center of the room. While I was catching my breath, he had laid a blanket down. 

We kiss. His hand on the back on my head, pulling me into him. His other hand on my ass. That hand also pulling me into him. I feel the hard cock press against me. I couldn't stand here and just kiss him when there was a piece of meat just waiting for me. 

Sliding down out of his arms, I rest on my knees. My hands frantically undoing his jeans. Releasing his hard on for me to finally see. A smile comes over my face. Not wasting a minute, I take hold of it with my hand. 

His hand comes behind my head, pushing me closer to his cock. Opening my mouth, letting it enter. Shaking my head slightly to release his hand. I hate being shoved down onto a penis. But it remains there. Not being forced into it by any means. Just there to make sure I don't leave I guess.

Licking the tip. Circling it. My hand grasping his two balls and holding the bottom of his manhood in place so I can get my mouth completely around it. 

I feel the presence of his hand as I am pushed against his meat. Letting it slide into my mouth, my saliva lubricating it. My tongue forming around the one side. His hand grabbing my hair. Forcing the bobbing movement to begin. 

If I didn't like sucking cock so much, I would take offence to being shoved down on it. But in a way, his dominance with his hand, made me horny as hell. As my pussy started its rise, first getting a tingling feeling. Proceeding into the next step. And eventually getting my panties wet. Yet again. 

I haven't had sex in so long. My body was definitely getting a workout today.

I could taste pre cum. If I wanted to be fucked properly, I would have to leave his cock for the bidding of my pussy. 

Quickly, I lay back on the blanket. Legs spread. Dale moved fast. His body wouldn't keep the cum in much longer. Guiding his cock into my very damp hole. A hole only dildos have entered for some time.

His hips moving fast. Grabbing my knees for support. Although, my eyes close and open a lot during orgasms, I could feel his eyes on me. 

With only being in a very short time, he launched his cum inside me. Spasmatically, his body gave me what I desired for some time. 

Letting go of my knees and spreading them, his body fell gently on mine. A huge assed grin came over his face. 

We didn't have time to say a word, a banging came at the door. Frantically, we grabbed our clothes and got them on. The blanket, he shoved into his clothes basket. 

Walking to the door, Dale unlocked it. An old lady stood there with her clothes. Giving us a "What the hell are you doing with the door locked" look. Whether she figured it out or not, who knows. 

Dale and I continued to meet in the laundry room on Tuesdays. Sometimes there was another spin cycle, and sometimes, all we did was talk.



Spin Cycle



Just an idea me and a colleague came up with whilst wasting time at work the other day and talking about rule 34 and stuff. "Dare you write a crazy fic about a washing machine and a refrigerator having sex?" Sure, why the hell not? Nothing should be too weird for fiction anyways.

So, imagine that this fic takes place in a parallel world where appliances are sentient beings, unknown to humans (a bit like Brave Little Toaster). Hope you enjoy it. I won't be held responsible for any sexual activities you choose to indulge in with your domestic appliances after reading this.

Chapter 1

The front door closed and the young man who lived in the third floor city flat went out to work on another busy Monday morning.

"Okay guys, the human has left the building! All clear!" a voice from the kitchen whispered.

"Finally, thought he'd never leave!" Dishwasher groaned, squeezing himself out of the narrow gap between the cupboards. "Boy do I get sick of being wedged in this tight hole."

"Ooh I do envy you darling!" replied the Gas Oven, who surely had to be the most flamboyantly, stereotypically gay appliance ever built. Given that his idol was Jasper from Family Guy, this wasn't surprising. "Give me a tight fit any day! Makes me nostalgic for my days back in the showroom window. Did I ever tell you about that time when I got plugged into the..."

"Oh fuck off," the grumpy dishwasher replied. "I'm sick of your innuendo."

"My my, touchy aren't we? Somebody load your racks up with broken plates or what? Of course, living in a deprived backwater such as this is way beneath what I was designed for. An appliance such as myself belongs on the stage...or in a five star hotel's kitchen filled with attractive young chefs with firm ass cheeks."

The two of them began the daily routine of arguing.

Up on the counter, Microwave was struggling to overcome his ongoing washing powder addiction.

"Anyone got a light?" Microwave said. "Gas, lend me your flames!"

"Aww jeez man, you know smoking that stuff will totally wreck your magnetron!" Dishwasher shouted, but as usual his advice fell on deaf ears.

In the corner of the small kitchen, stood Fridge, the largest appliance in the house and a guy of few words, being rather shy and laid back. He sighed to himself. He was surrounded by a dishwasher with anger management problems, a snobbish oven and a crackhead microwave. He wondered if he was the only appliance without issues.

"I miss Washing Machine," he whispered.

The other appliances turned to him.

"Yeah," Dishwasher said with a sniff. "She was a grand old girl."

"I miss the conversations we used to have about theatre," Gas Oven added.

"I miss that brand of washing powder she used," Microwave groaned, totally stoned. "Mmm...Persil. Get me some fucking Persil somebody!"

Poor old Washing Machine had passed away on Friday after a long battle with motor failure. She was fifteen years old, which in appliance years was positively geriatric. She'd been a kind of mother figure to the other household appliances and her loss had hit everyone hard. Not to mention her human owner, whose dirty laundry pile was growing ominously larger every day.

"Wonder what really happens when you die?" Fridge pondered.

Dishwasher scratched his head with his plug. "Well I ain't religious or anything but I was chatting to the vacuum cleaner last week who's a bit of an evangelical type. She believes that appliances who have sinned go to the Landfill Site and those who have led blameless lives go to the Recycling Plant. I'm sort of glad the Master has locked her in the utility room because she's batshit insane when she starts one of her sermons."

"If there is such a thing as reincarnation I would like to be reborn as a top loading-washing machine with a rock-hard agitator," Gas Oven grinned. "Ohh think of the possibilities."

Fridge had grown bored with all this talk of death. "I can't wait to meet the new washing machine. I wonder what he or she will be like? What kind of washer has the Master purchased?"

"Most likely another front-loader," Dishwasher said. "If so, she'll be female. All front-loading washers are female. Top-loading washers are male, but you tend to get them in the USA."

"Such a shame!" Gas Oven piped up. "Makes me overheat just thinking about those!"

Chapter 2

The Master took delivery of a brand new washing machine on Wednesday morning. The large box was wheeled into the kitchen, while the other appliances watched furtively as the workmen stripped off the packaging and fiddled about in the gap where the old washer had been.

"Will it fit?" the first man said.

"Yeah, easy does it, Jeff. It's a bit wider than the bloke's old machine."

Dishwasher caught a glimpse of something sleek and dark grey as the men connected the water hoses and power cord.

"Alright, we're done. Go switch the water back on and we'll give it a quick test."

The workman known as Jeff fiddled with the dials and buttons on the washer, causing it to make bleeping noises. Suddenly it came to life with a loud humming and the familiar sound of the rotating drum was heard.

"Okay, she's all up and running." He prompty turned the right-hand dial back to the off position and the washer fell silent.

The two men picked up their toolkit and went to speak with the Master in the lounge.

"Well Mr Lewis, your washer's installed and ready to use. Must say, it looks great - matches your granite kitchen work surfaces perfectly. You'll have to get a new fridge and dishwasher to match."

The Master laughed. "No way, that fridge is only two years old so it ain't going anywhere. The dishwasher belonged to my dad, who gave it to me when I moved in here. It'll last for a few more years yet. Can't afford anything else for a bit what with rent and bills to pay!"

The workman laughed. "Okay well just sign this form and we'll be on our way."

When they had left and the Master was in the bathroom, Dishwasher's curiosity got the better of him and he opened his eyes.

"Holy mother of Hotpoint...what a....BABE!"

Gas Oven quickly sprang to life. "So who's the newbie?" He glanced at the new washing machine, who was still asleep and hadn't noticed her new kitchenmates.

"Ooh very easy on the eye! Very attractive...well, for a female."

"She is gorgeous," Dishwasher sighed, practically drooling over the washer's shiny grey exterior. "I've never seen this colour on an appliance before...must be a new trend."

"Boy have you led a sheltered life," Gas Oven chuckled. "But yeah, white goods that are actually white are like...sooo last season!"

Dishwasher felt his drainage hose throb and stiffen. "Crap!" he muttered, "She's actually giving me a boner!"

"Ooh you sick pervert!" Gas Oven teased. "She's fresh out of the showroom and still under guarantee you dirty old man! She's a lot younger than you!"

"I'm not a dirty old man!" Dishwasher snapped, a faint pink glow appearing on his control panel. "I would never take advantage of a younger appliance. Besides she wouldn't be interested in a middle-aged, cynical bloke like me! You can't blame me for looking though...that shiny grey door she has...wow. If I were three years younger..."

"You're blushing," Gas Oven smiled.

"Cool Silver," the washing machine replied and the two appliances fell silent.

"Uh...what?"

"My colouring. It's Cool Silver, not shiny grey."

Dishwasher's door fell open in shock with a loud clattering sound.

"Our mistake," Gas Oven said quickly whilst whispering at Dishwasher, "Your flies are undone."

As Dishwasher fumbled with his door, Gas Oven introduced himself. "Welcome to the kitchen! We're all pleased to meet you...honest! I'm Gas Oven. A bit of trivia about myself. I applied for the role of Liberace in Behind the Candelabra but lost out to a human named Michael Douglas."

The washing machine's dials spun round until they resembled a pair of attractive blue eyes. "Oh really? Well, that's amazing," she said, not sure whether to believe him or not.

Gas Oven continued. "You've already met Dishwasher," he indicated with his power cord. "Bit of a caveman. Always speaks his mind...a bit politically incorrect at times. Best just to humour him. Up there is Microwave...bless him, he's not in a good place right now. He burned the Master's instant meal yesterday."

Microwave was suffering withdrawal symptoms and was sparking and spluttering on the counter top like a clapped-out car engine.

"Is he always like that?" The washing machine asked.

"He'd be ok if he could just kick that Persil addiction."

"And last but not least," Gas Oven said, turning to the corner of the kitchen, "we have Fridge. Until you arrived he was the youngster of the gang. He's the quiet type. But you know what they say...quiet ones are always the worst!"

Fridge had hastily rearranged the magnets and Post-It notes on his upper door in an attempt to smarten up his appearence.

"Um...p-pleased to m-meet you," he stammered. "Um I'm actually a fridge-freezer," he said, indicating his upper and lower doors. "But just call me Fridge."

"No problem," the washing machine replied with a wink. That fridge sure is cute, she thought, taking an instant liking to him. He needed bringing out of his shell though. She would have fun doing that later...

Dishwasher had finally managed to salvage what remained of his dignity. "So Miss...what do we call you?"

"I'm a Whirlpool 6th Sense WWCR-9230 S," she replied. "But you can just call me Suds. Everyone at the showroom did."

"Suits us," Gas Oven smiled. "Well we're a friendly lot here, we don't bite and we hope you'll feel happy and comfortable here. The Master's a great human, he takes good care of us and ensures we get used and cleaned regularly. He's pretty organized - works in I.T or something...at least that's what his MacBook told me."

"Aww, thanks," Suds smiled. "I'm really happy to have arrived here."

"Um, pardon me for asking such a personal question," Dishwasher interrupted, but what are your vital statistics?"

Gas Oven nudged him. "Don't be so damned sexist!"

Suds laughed. "It's okay, really. Well I have an A++ energy rating, a 9kg load capacity and a 1200 rpm spin. I have variable spin speed options, 24 hour programming and continuous start delay."

"Wow," Dishwasher moaned, shuddering with excitment and secretly thinking some obscene thoughts. Wish I was a human sometimes. I know how much pleasure they get from sitting on top of a washing machine at full spin...having a 9 kg load too, that's enormous! I bet she'd have no trouble taking a massive hard agitator or a four-foot drainage hose inside her too!

No-one was paying any attention to Fridge, who was standing in the corner, gazing longingly at the new appliance. From the moment he'd seen her, a strange warm feeling had swept over him. Fridge had never felt like this before. He'd checked his temperature dial already to make sure he wasn't defrosting. Nope, everything was working perfectly. Every time he looked at Suds, his motor spun faster.

"I think I'm in love," he sighed. "I really do."

Vacuum Cleaner came rushing into the kitchen, making everyone recoil in alarm.

"Uh hi there Vac," Dishwasher gulped. "Please don't start singing Kum ba yah again, my poor frayed wires couldn't stand it."

"Hallelujah, praise the Lord!" Vacuum Cleaner exclaimed. "I've been so busy but I just heard we've got a new arrival!" She rolled over to Suds. "Welcome dear child. Now tell me, are you a believer? Have you ever seen the face of Jesus?"

"Uh-oh, she's off again," Gas Oven groaned.

The vacuum turned to him. "Jesus loves us. He forgives the sins of all appliances...even yours."

"Homophobe," Gas Oven hissed back.

Suds looked puzzled. "Um who's Jesus?"

"Merciful heaven," Vacuum Cleaner gasped, almost blowing a fuse. "He's the Son of God. He died so that all appliances could be free. An amazing man with shining white overalls and a box of tools that allowed him to perform miracles on sick and injured appliances."

Suds just blinked.

"He turned water into washing powder!"

"Gimme a break," Gas Oven groaned. "Why have you been so busy?"

"The Master's rushed off his feet trying to tidy up the flat because he's going away to London on a work conference tonight. Something to do with a new coding program he's been working on. I heard him talking about it on the phone. He has to give a speech and everything. I reckon if it goes well, he'll get a promotion."

"When will he be back?" Suds interrupted.

"Oh, not until Friday."

"Brilliant," Suds grinned, glancing and winking at Fridge, who looked confused, but shyly smiled back.

"Great news," Gas Oven said. "Maybe I'll have time to visit that sexy fan oven in Burger King. I was chatting to him on the webcam last night. Proper little tease!"

Suddenly, the appliances fell silent as the Master entered the kitchen. He picked up the pile of dirty laundry, opened Sud's door and stuffed it in. Tossing a gel-filled tab inside, he shut the door and switched on his new appliance. Thus, Suds began her first full wash cycle.

"Don't fail me now!" he said, patting the side of the washer. "Man, time's getting on, I gotta be at the train station in four hours. These clothes won't dry in time. Oh well, never mind. I'll just leave them on the airer."

He noticed the vacuum cleaner in the middle of the kitchen. "Funny, I don't remember leaving that there." He picked up the vacuum and carried it back to the utility room.

Night fell, and with the Master departed, the flat was deserted. In the kitchen, the appliances were fast asleep. Dishwasher was snoring and mumbling in his sleep as he always did.

"Forks to the left...knives to the right...(snort)...cups and saucers underneath..."

Suds however was wide awake. Sleep was the last thing on her mind. Before arriving at her new home she'd spent a week in the appliance store's stockroom, all boxed up in cardboard and shrinkwrap, waiting for delivery. Being away from all the other male appliances in the showroom had been torture when you'd been built with an above-average sex drive. But now, in a new kitchen, she had the perfect solution to her frustration. Suds carefully opened her eyes to make sure the others were sleeping, before unfastening herself from the wall and creeping across the floor towards Fridge.

"Psst, Fridge," she whispered, tapping on him with her plug.

Fridge clattered a bit before waking up. "Huh? What's happening?" He glanced down and jumped to see Suds up close to him.

"Um...hi Suds...a-are you alright?"

"Ssh, keep your voice down, we don't want to wake up the gossips," Suds said, pointing to Dishwasher and Gas Oven. "Yes I'm fine...well I will be." She grinned seductively at him and his compressor made a rattling noise. Was she flirting with him?

"Err..you want me to help you with something?" he spluttered.

Suds leaned over and kissed him passionately on the mouth - which was the gap between his upper and lower door. "I want you," she purred, taking his plug in hers. "Come with me to the utility room."

Fridge was too stunned to speak. He felt sure the ice in his freezer compartment was starting to melt.

"Well are you coming?"

"Um...b-but Vacuum Cleaner is in there!"

"No she isn't, she's in the airing cupboard trying to convert the boiler to Christianity. Now hurry up, before the others wake up!"

"S-sure..." Fridge replied. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He was nervous and excited at the same time.

The two appliances shuffled out of the kitchen and into the utility room which was a cramped shoebox of sorts, but Fridge just managed to squeeze through the narrow door.

"Lock the door," Suds said. "We don't want any interruptions! It's a bit untidy in here," she mused. "Still, it's perfect for us." She kissed him again, caressing his smooth, white doors with her power cord. "Oh but it was unbearable being taped up in a box," she cooed.

"S-Suds," Fridge stammered. "I-I've never...err, done this before," he said quickly.

"I know," the washer replied. "I can always tell an appliance that hasn't been serviced. Just relax, you'll be fine. You do want to don't you?"

"More than anything," Fridge sighed, relaxing and kissing her back. Her mouth was smooth, cool and scented with a wonderful aroma of Ariel Liquitab Detergent.

"Let's take these silly things off you," Suds said, removing the magnets and Post-It notes from Fridge's upper door. "There, much better, just as nature intended!"

Fridge blushed, as it had been a while since his door had been completely bare.

The two appliances continued to kiss and embrace each other, until Suds felt something hard pressing against her door.

"Hmm what's that?" she smiled and noticed that Fridge's lower door was open slightly. He tried to shut it but something was blocking it.

"Looks like you're ready!" Suds grinned, opening his door. "Oh my!" Fridge's plastic frozen food drawer suddenly extended. It was eye-wateringly huge...to be expected as refrigerators were famous for being well-endowed.

"Wow what impressive cubic capacity you have!" she said, gazing at the frozen peas and lamb chops. "I can see your meat and two veg too."

Fridge moaned in pleasure as she caressed his thick, smooth food drawer with her cord.

"Mmm, baby, I want your huge member inside me," Suds whispered, opening her door. Fridge's blush deepened as he saw the inside of her drum for the first time, all shiny metal and glistening wet...

"W-will it...fit?" he ventured, seeing as her drum was round and his drawer was rectangular. "What about protection? I haven't got any freezer bags!"

"We can have fun trying," came her reply. "And don't worry about protection. My model of washer can self-program themselves to avoid such mishaps!"

That was all the encouragement Fridge needed. He took a deep breath and carefully slid his cold drawer into the beautiful washing machine's drum. It was an extremely tight fit, but Sud's door seal was well-lubricated and he managed to fill her completely.

"Ohh...oh God yes!" Suds moaned, making loud humming sounds. Fridge began to thrust; the head of his drawer bumping against the back of her drum. Hot water was starting to slosh into his drawer; an amazing sensation for an appliance used to always being cold. Fridge was so big, Suds couldn't rotate her drum. The vibrations this was creating felt incredible. Fridge knew it wouldn't be long before he came.

"Faster Fridge, faster!" Suds yelled as she pressed against the wall, the rattling causing things to fall off the shelf above. A can of WD-40 and a box of lightbulbs went clattering to the floor.

"Uhh...uhh...ohh!" Fridge groaned. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to....uhhh!" He climaxed and spurted a massive load of slush inside her drum. Suds came seconds later, spraying hot water and creating a hell of a lot of steam. Condensation trickled down their bodies as Fridge gently withdrew from her. His drawer was full of water and the frozen food floating inside was well and truly defrosted.

"Wow...that was incredible! Fridge panted. He'd never felt so happy in his entire life.

"Glad you enjoyed your first time! I enjoyed the fact that it was my first time with a fridge-freezer. Sorry about your meat," Suds giggled, picking up the ruined pack of lamb chops. Guess it got cooked!"

"I'll just throw it away," Fridge replied. As all good fridges knew, once defrosted, food couldn't be re-frozen.

The two appliances glanced round. The utility room looked more of a mess than before, and the window was all steamed up.

"I think we should dry ourselves up a bit!" Suds said. "I don't want mould growing inside me. God, how embarrassing that would be!"

"Mm, yes. Um, Suds," Fridge paused, taking her plug in his. "I really enjoyed what we just did...err...this won't be just a one-off thing will it? Because I...really like you...you know what I mean?"




Spin Cycle



Suds fell silent. "You really mean that, Fridge? Most appliances dump you as soon as your warranty has expired."

"I'm not like most appliances," the fridge-freezer replied.

"I'm glad," she said, kissing him. "I think this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship!"

Next morning, Dishwasher was oblivious to the night of passion Suds and Fridge had enjoyed, but Gas Oven, being a light sleeper had heard every hum and rattle. Boy was he eager for the juicy details!

"You kinky little sex machine!" he whispered to Suds. "You had me totally fooled with that innocent, fresh-out-of-the-packaging attitude!" He turned to Fridge. "And you! You might be full of ice but you're obviously not frigid! What did you get up to in that utility room? Spill it!"

Fridge just blushed and remained silent.

"Come on Suds, just give me a quick summary. Was it really his first time?"

"A woman never tells," Suds replied with a wink."

The End



Spin The Bottle



We've just gotten back from the liquor store, tequila in hand. I set it down on the kitchen counter and reach inside the cupboard for two shot glasses. You go into the fridge and get the lemon, and begin slicing it. I pour the clear liquid into the glasses, take my lemon wedge, and say, "Cheers." You clink your glass against mine, and we drink to the night ahead.

I am completely wasted by the time we leave the house, and you're not far behind me. We nearly finished the bottle of tequila and we're having a hard time to walk and talk at the same time. We're stumbling and grabbing hold of each other so we don't fall, but somehow that puts us more off-balance. Finally, we make it to the front door of the best after-hours bar in town. There is a lineup, and you're so disappointed and it shows on your face. But I try to reassure you that we will get in and the bottle of tequila will not be a waste—we'll finish it off if we can't get in and have a good time by ourselves. This girl that's standing in front of us overhears me mention tequila and a potential good time, so we strike up a conversation with her. She's obviously pretty trashed herself, as are her friends, but we manage to communicate despite it. We find out that her name is Tasha and she introduces us to her two friends Sammy and Sonja. When I tell them my name, Tasha throws her arm around me and tells me that her best friend in high school had the same name as me. We laugh as if we're old pals. You think it's a good time to ask them if they want to come back to the house for a good time and they whole-heartedly agree.

Finally, we're in. A round of shots for the whole gang, all five of us. And then another. Sammy takes it upon himself to open up the bottle of amber rum sitting near the wine rack. I search for some soda for him. As I'm leaning over looking through the fridge, Tasha walks by and swats my butt, asking me to get her a bottle of beer. It sends a tingle through my body. In the living room, you're busy entertaining Sonja, who's very drunk and very sleepy. You're going through the DVDs asking her what kinds of movies she likes. You ask her if she likes porn, and she opens her eyes and smiles. The rest of us come into the room and start shouting for the porn. You inform us that it's multi-angle and we cheer. 

So we're sitting there watching this filthy movie and getting totally turned on. You, Tasha and I are sitting on the couch, Sammy's on the eggshell chair and Sonja's between his legs. Sammy begins to play with Sonja's hair and she leans her head back into his lap for better access. I tell Tasha that she has pretty hair, it's so long and straight and blond. I ask her if I can braid it, and she says sure. So I sit her up and try, but I'm so trashed I can't do anything but gather it into a ponytail. Seeing her exposed neck, you lean over and begin to kiss her there. She whips around thinking it was me, and I tell her that it was you. She smiles and says that it felt good, whoever did it. Then I get an idea. I ask you all if you'd ever played spin the bottle as kids. You all say yes. I run into the kitchen and get the empty bottle of beer Tasha had finished off. I come back in with it and instruct everyone to get into a circle on the floor. 

Sammy asks what the rules are, and I say, "The only rule is that anything goes." He smiles. So we spin the bottle to see who goes first. It lands on Tasha. She takes the bottle and spins it and it lands on Sonja. Sonja giggles and dares Tasha to take off her shirt. So she does. She has on this cute little red bra with white flowers on it, sexy in its own right. She grins at Sonja. Then Sonja spins the bottle and it lands on you. You dare her to kiss Tasha on the lips. Sonja shrugs and does it, no problem. We all cheer and clap! 

Next, you spin it and it lands on Sammy. Sammy ponders for a long time, but then dares you to take off Sonja's underwear. You start to laugh and you go over to her and reach under her skirt only to discover that she's not wearing any underwear. You are totally shocked and we all start to laugh. You pull your hand away and sit back down at your spot, and realize that you're semi hard. So, Sammy spins the bottle and it lands back on Tasha. Tasha exclaims that the bottle hasn't landed on me yet and I must be feeling left out. She tells Sammy that the dare has to have something to do with me. So Sammy thinks about it and dares Tasha to French kiss me. She looks at me as if to ask if it's okay, and I give a slight nod. So she turns to face me and we start to kiss. 

She tastes like beer and mints and her tongue is soft and warm. I put my arms around her and undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall between us. She responds by putting her hands inside my shirt and touching my breasts under my bra. I moan. Suddenly, I feel other lips at my neck…you've decided that you've had enough and leave a trail of kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. You reach under my top and undo the clasp of my bra. I stop kissing Tasha just long enough to take my shirt and bra off, and then I reach for her again. We're really getting hot now. You look over and see Sonja giving Sammy head, and wonder how this all happened. You leave me and Tasha to our own devices, and crawl over to where Sonja and Sammy are. You flip up Sonja's skirt and touch her with your long finger. She moans and pushes herself against your hand. So you insert your finger in her moist folds and start to finger her. She's loving it and Sammy's loving how she's moaning against his cock. You're so caught up in giving Sonja pleasure, that you don't see me and Tasha take off upstairs.

Your bed is cool against my back as Tasha and I tumble into it. We're kissing furiously now, and stripping as fast as we can. I whisper that I want her so bad and she agrees. I tell her to wait one sec, and I reach under the bed for my pink vibrator. It's about 6 inches long and it's studded for increased pleasure. I tell her that I've always wanted to be with a woman and she says the same. She's naked finally and I take a minute to look at her. She's looking at me and starts to laugh telling me to get my underwear off. I laugh too and tell her that I forgot they were on. I lean back and raise my hips off the bed and she reaches over and helps me get rid of the garment. But she doesn't let go of me. 

She bends down over me and kisses my neck, my arms, my face and finally my lips. We're clutching tight to each other and I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. She trails a finger along my stomach and over the patch of hair between my legs, finding my center of pleasure. I arch my back and beg her to taste me down there. She responds by sucking on my nipple and stroking my clit until I practically falling off the bed. Finally she kisses her way down my body and licks my clit. It feels so good and I spread my legs even more. She puts her whole mouth on my pussy and licks and sucks and she takes my vibrator and settles it against my straining clit. Eventually I'm coming into her mouth. I clutch her hair and hold her there until I just can't take it anymore and drag her up to kiss her. I taste myself on her lips and it makes me wild. I flip her over, grab the vibrator again, and tell her I'm going to do the same thing to her.

Meanwhile, the three of you have gotten naked and are in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor. Sonja has finished giving Sammy head and has turned her sights on you. You lay back and prepare to enjoy all she has to offer. She bends forward and puts her lips around your thick, hard shaft and sucks and licks with such passion that you know you'll come really quickly. Suddenly, in a swift move, Sammy gets behind Sonja and sticks his cock inside her dripping cunt. She groans and you groan and she sucks harder and Sammy thrusts into her with gaining speed. After about 10 minutes, you inform her that you're going to cum and Sammy tells you that he's not far behind. Sonja keeps sucking until the last possible moment and pulls back and you shoot a load on her tits and neck. She smiles at you but can't move because Sammy's on the brink of his own explosion. He pulls out of her and jerks his cock until he shoots his wad all over her back. She is a sticky mess, and you tell them both to come upstairs to get cleaned off.

Tasha and I hear you three bound up the stairs and we immediately sit up and peek around the corner. We see three naked bodies running into the bathroom. We get up to investigate. You all turn around, and Sammy mentions that it looks like we need a shower too. I'm a bit shy and I cover up my breasts. Tasha peels my hands away and tells me that my breasts are beautiful and I should be proud of them. I insist that I am and thrust them forward for everyone to see. You lean over and start the shower running, and we all agree that Sonja should be the first on in. She in she climbs, and while she's soaping up, you insist that Tasha and I get in with her and help her scrub her back. So the three girls get in and soap each other up and wash each other's backs. Sonja brings up the fact that the shower head, if placed in certain positions, can be lots of fun. We agree and she lowers the spray onto the lips of my pussy. The sensation is wonderful, especially after coming so many times. I feel my muscles contract and an orgasm hits me with such force that I get dizzy. I sit down in the tub between the two of them. They laugh at me, but not for long because I get up on my knees and start to lick Sonja's wet slit and finger Tasha's dripping hole. They start to kiss.

You and Sammy are sprawled out on the floor, jerking off to the sight of three girls going at it in the shower. Again, you ponder how this situation all came about. Sammy is in heaven, jerking furiously to attain release. All of a sudden, the shower stops and we get out of the tub and ask for towels. Sammy is annoyed since he was just on the brink and was denied. We tell him we'll make it up to him. So you reach over and hand us some towels and we dry off as best we can. Then, I take Tasha's hand and she takes Sonja's hand, and we run off to the bedroom. You and Sammy are close behind us.

All five of us are on your queen size bed and there's lots of room to spare, funny enough. We waste no time and frantically begin touching and kissing each other. I lean down and start to lick Sonja's clit, already moist with her slick juices. You stick your head under me and start to lick my clit. Tasha positions herself above Sonja's mouth and lowers her pussy to Sonja's straining tongue. Sammy's sitting there looking at your hard cock, left all by itself, getting no release. You feel a mouth around your shaft and mistakenly think it's Tasha, since you didn't see her get on Sonja's face. You're loving the sensation of the tongue circling your slippery head until you feel a little prickly sensation. You stop what you're doing and lift me up a bit to see what's going on, and you find Sammy performing his magic with your cock. You whisper, "Oh my God," and bring me back down to your mouth. 

You can feel yourself about to come, and you start to flail your arms. I jump off you and sit up and you yell, "I'm gonna cum," and the two other girls stop what they're doing to watch this cool action. Sammy has his mouth around your straining shaft and his hand is going up and down at the base. Finally, when he's certain that you can't hold back for much longer, he says, "Fuck her," and grabs me and I climb on top of you. You are thrusting like a maniac by this point and it feels amazing. I shout that I'm going to cum too and finally, you shoot your hot load inside me. I collapse on to top of you. But the fun's not over. Sammy flips me off you and tells me that he wants to eat my cunt and taste your cum. He wastes no time licking my pussy clean and brings me to yet another orgasm. Tasha and Sonja are mesmerized by this action and start fondling and kissing each other. You lean over and help Sammy lick me clean, your tongues touching in the process. I orgasm again, over and over. Finally, I beg you both to stop. And thankfully you do. But not after a long, lingering kiss that tastes like a mixture of me and you. We collapse in an exhausted heap and begin to laugh and hug. We've had a good time.

We go downstairs and start straightening up. They're putting their clothes back on and you're in your robe and I'm in a towel. We open up the door to let them out, thankful that it's still pretty dark. We go out on the deck, hug them all individually, a few kisses here and there, and we exchange phone numbers. You tell them you'll let them know when the next party is. Then we go back inside…

But that's not all. Inside, you and I clean up and turn the lights off and make sure the door is locked. We start to giggle and we run upstairs into the shower again. It's only now that you realize we forgot the condoms. I assure you that I didn't fuck or suck anyone but you, and you're pleased that you're the only guy that got my attention. We soap each other off really well, and finally, cleaned up, we jump into your bed and lay in spoon position. I hear you fiddling with something, paper maybe, and then you start to kiss the back of my neck, just where I like it. You stop for a second, reach down and then you slip your dick inside me. I tell you you're insatiable and you laugh this evil little laugh. You trust in and out of me as I whisper all the things that we did tonight, which turns you on to no end. Finally, you cum but I don't feel any in me. I roll you over and sit up and you grin and say, "I finally got you to use and condom!" as you toss the rubber in the garbage. I playfully smack you in the arm, and then I lie back down and nestle against your chest. We fall into a really restful sleep.



Spin the Bottle



Three Dommes and a bottle make for a very interesting night. It started when my wife/Domme Kelly invited a few of her friends over for drinks. Since I used to be a bartender I pretty much played bartender for her and her friends Kathy and Michelle. 

My wife is a beautiful voluptuous woman with brown hair and amazing blue eyes, and known to be very inventive. Her friend Kathy is also very pretty with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her innocent looks are in sharp contrast to her sadistic nature. Michelle was rather new to being a Domme and was thought of as a softy by many. My wife and Kathy wanted to break her of that. 

I have no one to blame but myself for the way that things turned out. My wife and her friends were just sitting there reminiscing about when they were young and I probably should have left it like that. When my wife started talking about playing spin the bottle though it came out before I even knew I said it, "You know you're too old to be playing spin the bottle anymore."

"Ohh really," my wife said "well ladies are you up for a game of spin the bottle? Of course I'm going to change the rules a little."

Sure Kathy and Michelle seemed to say in unison. At this my heart sank and I knew I was in for it. 

Kelly them told me "make yourself comfortable my love and sit down. It will be last time you'll be able to sit down comfortably for a while. We'll be right back." When they came back they had an assortment of "toys" which put a chill down my spine. Two paddles, a slapper, a sandal, two pieces of paper that simply had written on it "hand" and "wild", and her dreaded strap-on, which my wife particularly loved for its vibrating quality and I hated because of its 8" cock at the end. They proceeded to place these in a neat circle while my wife told me to get the spanking bench. When all was ready they strapped me down to this bench and stripped me. My position made my bare butt an amazingly easy target and it had the added effect of making me feel completely exposed and scared to death. I thought there was no way they could make my butt as red as my face had to be.

"Well Joel" said my wife "the rules are quite simple we'll each take turns spinning the bottle and the implement it lands on is the one we will use on your cute ass, because we all agree that it looks much cuter red. Oh yeah if someone lands on wild they get to pick two implements"

At this my wife started the game with the first spin landing on the paddle. It was the old school paddle that my wife found at a flea market. I heard her come up behind me and felt her rub the cold paddle on my naked ass. I always feared this instrument and her stroking my ass with it sent shivers down my spine. "Go ahead and count them off" and without any warning SMACK "one mistress" SMACK "two mistress" SMACK "three mistress" ... She paused in her strokes to say "How do you like the game so far?" SMACK "four mistress" I grunted "I don't like it much mistress" SMACK "five mistress." "Maybe you are getting too old for this game" she said SMACK. "Six mistress." Then SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. She seemed to land the last four right when I was calling out the numbers. And just as if nothing happened, she walked over set down the paddle and said "Your turn Michelle."

Michelle then spun and landed on hand. While the others seemed disappointed, I was not. But whatever feelings I had about Michelle being a softy were soon set to rest. She seemed to have an amazing ability to find the same places the paddle had found and made my stinging butt feel like it was completely on fire. When she was done she simply said, "There's the shade of red I wanted to see." 

Kathy spun next and landed on the slapper. Luckily this is not nearly as vicious as it sounds because it seems to make a crack that can be heard across the neighborhood. At this I breathed a sigh of relief as my butt was already throbbing and I was sure the game was not even half over. Even so, that loud crack almost always makes me jump. 

As Kathy came up to me, I could feel her cold hand soothingly stroking my sore ass but I knew that wouldn't last long. She seemed to like to build up my anxiety, because she moved over to the side so that I could see how far back she was taking the swing, but instead of coming down on my butt as I expected she got me right under it SMACK! At this I would have jumped two feet, if I weren't tied down. She continued to smack my bottom in a steady cadence SMACK---SMACK---SMACK and like the schoolteacher she is, she started to lecture me about the rudeness of talking about a woman's age in front of her friends. I didn't know which was more embarrassing being naked and punished in front of my wife's friends or getting lectured like an errant schoolboy and actually starting to get erect from it. After she was done with what must have been 25 slaps, she went over and inspected her work. She must have been happy because she said "Yep it looks cuter with every smack." "I think he's starting to enjoy this too," Michelle said.

As Kelly spun I heard the three ladies cheer. She had landed on the wild card and a chill went down my spine. I was hoping it would not have been her to get the wild card because I knew she was going to pick the strap-on. Unlike the other Dommes, I knew my wife would be merciless with it. Little did I know that she had decided to change the rules a little bit. Kelly said, "Since I got the wild card first I want to have a little bit of fun, you know how I've wanted to see you suck cock. Well this strap-on will have to do for tonight. In order to insure that you are giving it your best though I'm going to have Michelle and Kathy smack you with the paddle until you get me off. Also I would suggest you get it nice and wet because I will be using it on your ass afterwards." 

When she brought that 8" cock to my mouth my heart was almost leaping out of my chest. I had never sucked anything more than a lollipop, let alone this mammoth strap-on. I started out real timidly just barely putting it into my mouth but when Kathy struck me with the paddle right under my ass and seemed to lift me up, I started to suck with all my might, as she seemed to push that huge cock down my throat. At one point I started to gag but continued sucking, this turned on my wife so much she came right there. I still don't know how long it took but Kathy and Michelle would ease up on the paddling until my wife's orgasm was over. While I love to her my wife's orgasm, I could barely think about it with the painful throbbing in my butt. Only after they stopped the paddling did I feel elation that I was so able to please my mistress in this way. I knew she would never ask me to suck a real cock but I just hoped she knew I would for her.

"That was good honey, you sure you never sucked cock before?" she said. At this Michelle and Kathy started to roughly pull apart my butt cheeks and apply lubrication, which I was very thankful for. My wife slowly walked around me feeling my body as she did. As she was sticking the wet phallus into my anus she said, "Relax honey, it's only a game."

More to come if there is enough interest.



Spin the Bottle



I now know why people leave these warning messages at the beginning of a story: if you're not into nonconsent, don't read this. I don't want to hear that it deflated you just because not every story is designed with you in mind. For those of you that like this kind of story, I hope you enjoy it.

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Brad, Kurt, and Roy were sitting in Brad's living room watching the football game on the big screen. They were all good looking guys in their forties, trim and athletic. Brad's wife was at a conference for the weekend. The game was going kind of slow, and none of them really had any attachment to either of the teams, so they were thankful when a commercial interrupted the game.

"You guys want another beer?" Brad said as he got up to go to the kitchen.

Roy and Kurt nodded. Roy picked up a picture on the side table. It was Brad's daughter, Chloe, in her high school cheerleading uniform.

"Kurt, you know, Chloe's kind of hot."

"Dude, you're right. I'd love to see that piece of ass." Kurt answered.

Brad came back to the room and threw around the beers. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Chloe. Your daughter's got a smokin' body." Roy answered. Kurt turned red, but he nodded. "Although Roxy's not bad either."

"Hey!" Kurt said. Roxy was his daughter. All their girls were seniors this year, cheerleaders for the football team. And they were all getting ready to go to college.

"He's right, it's true. Roxy is hot," Brad defended Roy. "So's Teeny. It's that cheerleading."

The game came back on, and soon they were absorbed as the action picked up. Michigan had just scored a touchdown and the guys were celebrating with high fives and whooping when their daughters came in in their cheerleading uniforms after their own high school football game.

"Dad?" Chloe asked. "Dad, we have a question."

"Sure, what's up, baby?" Brad answered.

"What's 'spin the bottle?'" Chloe asked.

Brad colored and cleared his throat. "It's a game."

"We KNOW that." Chloe rolled her eyes. "What kind of game? The guys were laughing and asking us to play."

Roy took charge. "Why don't we show you how to play? It's easier that way. We can show you tomorrow night."

Roxy spoke up. "But isn't it a girl-boy game?"

"Yeah, but it's not like we'll make you kiss your dads or anything. We'd rather you learn it from us," answered Roy.

The girls agreed and then went upstairs to Chloe's room.

"Dude, what the hell?" Brad hissed at Roy.

"We all think our girls are hot! I have an idea for how we can see just how hot they are. Leave it to me. You aren't going to have to commit incest or anything, you just get to fondle some 18 year old breasts. Don't tell me you don't want to."

Brad and Kurt glanced at each other. Slowly, they nodded. "Okay."

Michigan won the game.

The next night, Roy and Teeny came over first. Roy had a bottle of rum with him. Shortly after, Kurt and Roxy showed up. They all went down to the basement.

"Alright everyone, this is a drinking game, but we don't mind you girls drinking if you're with us. Everyone take a shot," Roy said. He cracked open the bottle of rum and produced six shot glasses, filling each of them. Immediately, he sucked his down, and Brad and Kurt did the same. The girls gingerly drank their shots.

"It's not so bad," Roxy said to Chloe and Teeny. "Rum tastes kind of nice."

The girls nodded, still looking shy.

"So, first rule. No one has to kiss their own dad. We'll just skip it when that happens, ok?" Everyone nodded. "I'll start the game. Whoever the bottle lands on has to take a shot. If a man spins toward a man, they both take off a piece of clothing. When it's a boy and a girl together, the girl takes off a piece of clothing and the boy gets to kiss her or touch her according to how much she's still wearing. If it's two girls, they kiss each other. Sound good?" Roy looked around.

Everyone nodded. The girls still looked confused. Frankly, so did the men. This was not how spin the bottle worked in their day.

"Alright, I'll get started." Roy spinned the bottle. It landed on Roxy.

"First, take your shot!" Roy said enthusiastically. Roxy took the bottle and filled her shot glass, then downed it like a pro.

"Atta girl!" Kurt congratulated his daughter. He was proud to see such spunk.

Roxy flipped off her flip flops.

Roy stood. "Now, stand up in the circle, and we'll kiss." Roxy stood. Roy pecked her on the lips. "That's how the game works!" he told her.

"That's easy," Roxy said.

"You get to spin the bottle now," Roy told her.

Roxy spun. It landed on Chloe. Chloe duly took her shot, still sipping, but understanding the rules. Both girls stood and kissed each other.

It was Chloe's turn to spin. She landed on Teeny. Teeny took her shot quickly, and stood. Chloe and Teeny kissed.

When Teeny spun, it landed on herself. Everyone laughed. She spun again. Again, it landed on Chloe. Chloe took her shot more quickly this time, stood, and kissed Teeny. The kiss was slightly longer. The girls were getting lubed up and relaxed. 

Chloe spun and landed on Roy. Roy took his shot. Chloe took off her flip flops. They stood, and Roy politely pecked her as he had Roxy. The girls all giggled.

Roy spun and landed on Roxy again. She took her shot, then looked at him.

"Since I'm a boy and you're a girl, you have to take off something. You already took off your flip flops, so normally, it would be your top this time." Roy smiled at her.

Roxy colored a little, and then slowly removed her tank top, revealing a sporty razorback bra, black in color. She stood to meet Roy. Roy kissed her, this time opening her mouth with his lips and massaging her tongue with his. Then they sat down. Roxy was still blushing as she spun the bottle. Roxy landed on Brad.

Brad took his shot, and Roxy paused. She looked at her dad. Kurt smiled at her and shrugged.

Slowly, Roxy reached around her back and removed her bra. Her breasts were full C-cups, large on her teenage frame, and she had large brown areolas.

Brad stood and stepped toward her. He kissed her, long and deep. His hands found her breasts and cupped them, squeezing slightly as his tongue explored hers. Finally, he released her. Roxy sat, still topless.

Brad spun the bottle. It landed on Kurt. Kurt took his shot and they both removed their shoes, then spun again. It landed on Brad. They laughed, and Brad took a shot and they both took off their socks. When he spun, it landed back on Kurt. Now, this was hilarious even to the girls, who were getting just a little tipsy. They all laughed. Kurt pretended to take a shot. They both took off their button up shirts, showing just how trim and athletic they were. This time when Kurt spun, the bottle pointed toward Chloe.

She took her shot, finally downing it the way a shot should be, and removed her t-shirt without hesitation. She stepped toward Kurt, and he kissed her long and hard, holding her to him and lightly rubbing her back. Finally, they sat.

Chloe spun and landed on Roy. He pretended to take a shot. Chloe stood in her lacey red bra, her nipples showing through, and reached back behind her to take it off. Her breasts were also large, like Roxy's, full and perky, but her nipples were light and small. They hardened in the air. Roy stepped toward her, taking her breast in his hand before he kissed her, rubbing the nipple with his thumb. Finally, they separated and sat.

Roy spun. The bottle landed on Chloe again. She took her shot and stood, looking around the circle, then unzipped her jeans and slid them down her thighs, revealing matching red lace panties that were slightly see through. She was shaved. She kicked her jeans away.

Roy stepped toward her. She was a little wobbly. He held her up with one hand while he kissed her. He fondled her breast a little before moving his hand down to her panties. Carefully, he rubbed her slit through the thin material. This threw her a little off balance, and she caught herself on Roy's shoulder. He steadied her, then let her sit.

It was Chloe's turn to spin. She took up the bottle. It landed on Kurt. He pretended to take a shot. Chloe stood, and slowly removed her panties. Her ass was tight and small, but very cute. She was now completely nude.

Kurt walked toward Chloe. She was still wobbly. He wrapped one arm around her, fondling her breast with the other hand as he explored her mouth with his tongue, then lifted her leg onto his hip. From behind, he felt her pussy with his fingers. When she started to shudder, he stopped and carefully helped her sit again. Once sitting, she looked around and started to giggle. The other girls chimed in.

Kurt spun. The bottle pointed to Teeny. Teeny was still fully clothed, but she took her shot and removed her tank top to reveal a white embroidered bra that fully covered her, teasingly. She stood, and Kurt met her in the middle. He parted her lips with his, gently french kissing her. They separated, and Teeny spun.

The bottle landed on Brad. She stood, and while Brad pretended to take a shot, she reached behind herself and removed her bra to reveal her A-cup breasts with tiny, dark nipples.  Though small, her breasts fit her tiny frame perfectly - she was short and thin. Brad stepped toward her and pulled her to him. He kissed her, putting his whole hand on her breast and massaging her. Then he let her go.

Brad landed on Roy. Roy pretended to take a shot. Brad took off his jeans, and was now down to only his blue boxers. Roy took off his shoes. He spun the bottle, which landed on Roxy.

Roxy took her shot and stood, removing her jeans. She fumbled a little, but finally slipped them off, showing her black thong. Her ass was large, a little jiggly, and the thong framed it perfectly.

Roy stepped to her, kissing her, his hand going straight to her mound. He rubbed the place between her legs in a circular motion, finally drawing one finger into her slit. Then he released her, and they both sat.

Roxy spun and landed on Teeny. Teeny took her shot. They stood. Teeny was topless, and Roxy was down to her panties. Even though Roxy had had more to drink than Teeny, Teeny's small body was barely handling the alcohol. They hugged each other for support, and softly kissed, their tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. They pecked each other when they finished, and went back to their spots on the circle.

Teeny spun and landed on her dad. Everyone laughed - the girls out of drunkenness, and the men because they couldn't believe this was happening. All the girls were in some degree of undress - Chloe was completely nude - and they had an amazing view of the sexy, lithe bodies.

Roy took the bottle and spun. It landed on Roxy. She took a shot, stood, and slowly removed her black thong. Her pubic hair was shaved into a v. Roy stepped toward her, holding her up as he felt her entire body, large breasts down to her soft ass, which he reached between. His fingers grazed her slit, then pushed in to her pussy lips from behind. She moaned a little, and he moved his hands back up to her breasts before he helped her sit again.

Roxy missed the bottle the first time she reached for it, but then spun it. It landed on Teeny again. Teeny took her shot. They both tried to stand, but quickly sat again, dizzy from the alcohol. Roxy crawled on her hands and knees over to Teeny. They kissed again, supporting themselves with their hands on the floor. Then Roxy moved back to her spot.

Teeny spun the bottle, landing on Kurt. Kurt pretended to take a shot, and Teeny took her jeans off from her sitting position. Seeing her inability to stand, Kurt leaned over to her and kissed her, both of them on the floor. From this vantage, he had easier access to her breasts, both of which he fondled. Kurt finally came up for air, and spun the bottle.

It landed on Chloe. By this time, Chloe was clearly in no position to stand. Kurt cross the circle to her, and prepared her shot for her. She took it, and then he kissed her, leaning her back until she laid down on the floor. He squeezed both her breasts, rubbing the nipples, then stroked her pussy lips. He found her clit with his fingers and massaged it. Soon, Chloe was bucking up against him. When she calmed, he took his fingers away, kissed her one last time, and went back to his spot in the circle.

Chloe sat up. She found the bottle and spun it, landing on her dad. She laughed. Brad took the bottle from her and spun. It landed on Teeny. She took a shot, and tried to remove her white panties. 

Seeing her struggle, Brad went over to her and removed them for her. She had trimmed her pubic hair down a little, but was still hairy. She had to lay down and lift her butt to allow Brad to help her with her panties, giving Brad a close up view of her pussy. Seeing her in this position, instead of kissing her on the lips, he went straight to her pussy, licking and stroking her clit. She looked alarmingly at Roy.

"It's ok, honey, this is just part of the game," her dad reassured her.

Soon, she was moaning with pleasure. When she finally shuddered at her climax, Brad lifted his face and smiled at her. Then he helped her sit up. When he returned to his seat, his boxers were tented with his erection.

She spun and landed on Roxy. They giggled and crawled toward each other. They kneeled together, and kissed. Roxy started stroking Teeny's tiny ass, and Teeny was rubbing Roxy's big nipples. Finally, they took their mouths away and crawled back to their spots.

Roxy's spin landed on her dad, so Kurt took the next spin. He landed on Brad. Kurt took off his jeans, showing that he was wearing white boxers. Brad took off his boxers, showing off his hard, attentive cock. He landed on Roxy.

Roxy took a shot, then turned toward Brad and smiled. Still sitting, they kissed, Brad fondling Roxy's large breasts. He leaned her back until she was laying down, taking both breasts in his hands and lovingly massaging them, using his thumbs to perk up the nipples. Finally, he leaned over her and sucked on those beautiful brown nipples, one at a time. He kissed her body down to her pussy, and opened her legs. He used his thumb to stroke her clit. She moaned with pleasure.

Brad looked up at Kurt. Kurt looked a little nervous at seeing his daughter in such a compromising position, but his boxers were now tented, too, showing his arousal.

Brad positioned himself between Roxy's legs and leaned over her to kiss her on the mouth. She giggled. Everything was funny now, drunk as she was. Brad took his cock in his hand and rubbed his head on her wet slit. She started giggling harder. He pushed himself into her.

Roxy inhaled sharply with the intrustion, but started moaning. As Brad stroked himself in and out of her teenage pussy, she lifted her body to meet him. He started going faster and faster, fucking his friend's daughter right in front of him. Finally, the excitement was too much, and Roxy's moans became louder as she came. The contractions from her pussy pushed Brad over the edge.

Brad pushed his cock into Roxy hard, grinding up against her clit. She clung to him, still in her ecstasy. Then he released himself into her, still grinding up against her. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of her.

"You guys are out of the game now!" Roy laughed. Brad kissed Roxy again, still on top of her. She closed her eyes and smiled. "I think it's Kurt's turn now." Roy winked at Kurt.

Kurt spun. The bottle pointed toward Roy. Roy pretended to take a shot, though none of the girls were attentive enough to care anymore. Roy took off his socks, and Kurt removed his boxers. His dick was at attention.

Roy's spin landed on his daughter, so Teeny took the bottle and spun. Her spin landed on Kurt. She tried to stand. Kurt stood and caught her just before she could tip over.

He kissed her and backed her up into the wall behind them. Pressing himself to her body, he fondled her breasts. Her hands absentmindedly went to the hard member that was pinning her to the wall, and she held on to it with both hands, squeezing it. This was almost too much for Kurt. He lifted her tiny body up, and her legs naturally wrapped around his body. Without ceremony, he buried his cock into her tight, tiny pussy.

She squealed as he moved himself in and out of her, holding her to the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as his rock hard, giant cock ravaged her tiny, unassaulted pussy. Roy had a great view of his friend's dick pumped into his little girl's pussy.

"Good girl, Teeny. Show Kurt how you do it," he cheered her on.

This position soon tired Kurt out, and he wanted his energy for other things. He took Teeny away from the wall, and he laid himself down, pulling Teeny on top of him. She was so light, he was able to take her around the waist and pull her up and down on his cock as she supported herself on her knees. Before long, Teeny had pulled her hair up with her hands, pushing her tiny breasts forward, moaning as she came. 

They sight of this tiny cheerleader pleasuring herself on his dick was enough for Kurt, and he unloaded his cum into her as he lift her up and down. He grunted as he did so, and finally he allowed her to lay down on his chest in exhaustion. He stroked her tiny ass while she lay there, and looked over at Roy.

Roy, in the meantime, had stripped and crawled over to Chloe. She was passed out on the floor. He was licking her pussy. Brad noticed Roy at the same time as Kurt, and he withdrew his cock from Roxy, who was left giggling on the floor.

Chloe started to come back to consciousness. She tried to sit up, but Brad held her down by the shoulders.

"No, Chloe, baby. Remember, we're still playing a game. It's Roy's turn," he told her soothingly.

"Roy's turn to do what?" she asked.

"It's Roy's turn to fuck you," Brad told his little girl.

Chloe continued trying to sit up, but Brad held her shoulders down while Roy massaged her large breasts. As he massaged, he maneuvered his dick into the lips of her pussy. When he had her right where he wanted her, he put his hands on either side of her and thrust himself in. Chloe gasped and looked at her father.

"Don't worry, baby, it'll feel good in a minute," Brad told her.

Roy pumped into her hard, mercilessly. Chloe started to whimper, then moan. Roy licked her nipples, then thrust himself in hard again as Brad held her down.

Chloe started to meet Roy in his thrusts, thrusting her own pelvis up. Finally, Chloe's breathing started to get raspy, and then she was coming.

"Oh! Oh yes!" she whispered.

Roy fucked her as hard as he could and then blew his load into her, making her wet and sticky. When he withdrew, a pool of pearly semen formed underneath her. Brad let go of Chloe's shoulders, and she sat up. All the girls were spent and exhausted. Roy moved away and picked up the bottle of rum.

"One more shot for everyone in celebration!" Roy poured three more shots. "Now you know how to play spin the bottle."

Roxy and Chloe giggled. Teeny was passed out, but Roy woke her up and had her take her shot with the other girls. Then he whispered to Kurt and Brad.

"They won't remember a thing in the morning, they're so drunk." Kurt and Brad nodded.

Kurt helped Roxy to dress herself, and then helped her up the stairs to their car. Brad and Roy had to dress the unconcious Teeny, and Roy carried her out. Then Brad dressed Chloe and helped her up to her room.

No one mentioned the incident again.



Spin The Bottle



*This story is written by Dice Casden and Kristi as apart of our D&K Universe Collection*



Following the final NXT Redemption taping June 12, 2012 at Manchester, New Hampshire's Verizon Wireless Arena, in the Divas locker room, Kaitlyn has her arms folded as she looks down at her rival Maxine. "So you're finally getting off NXT now... congratulations and welcome to the 'big girls club'..." Kaitlyn says teasingly.

"Stuff it Kaitlyn," Maxine snaps, "I should have been off of that show months ago and you know it!"

"Chill... chill... don't get your panties, if you're wearing any, in a twist," Kaitlyn replies jokingly. 

"I don't see why you're so happy, you won NXT season 3 and you were shoved right back onto the show... guess now all you're going to do is go play spin the bottle with half the locker room," Maxine says as she glares up at the taller Diva as WWE Divas Champion Layla walks into the room and over hears the end of Maxine's comment.

"Oooo, someone gonna play spin the bottle? I love that game... there hasn't been one since before I sent Michelle into retirement," Layla says as she approaches Maxine and Kaitlyn.

"What?" Maxine and Kaitlyn ask at the same time.

"It's so much fun, get a couple of really cute guys who are up for anything, which we got plenty of here in the WWE... and it always turns into something hot and wild..." Layla adds.

"Hmmmm... you know shorty..." Kaitlyn says to Maxine, "Your insult could be a lot of fun..."

"Don't call me that... and yeah, obviously I'll have to go drag Johnny away from trying to peak into women's public bathrooms... no one is more up for anything than him," Maxine says with a maliciously seductive smirk.

"I could get Derrick, I know how much you'd want to get your hands on him again," Kaitlyn adds teasingly.

"I wonder who I could... oh I know!" Layla grins, "Justin..."

"Roberts or Gabriel?" Maxine asks.

"Gabriel... duh!" Layla answers with a laugh.

"So three girls and three guys.... I think that..." Kaitlyn starts to say before she is cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. The three Divas turn to look over at the entrance to the shower area where Natalya is standing completely naked as she uses a towel to dry herself off.

"If there is going to be a game of spin the bottle, I'm getting involved in it... and I'm bringing Tyson..." Natalya smirks as she approaches the trio of Divas.

"Sweet!" Kaitlyn grins, "So where should we get together at?"

"Probably some place where the staff doesn't care about what's happening in the rooms..." Maxine says.

"Leave that to me," Natalya grins, "I know just the place..."

******* 

Several hours later at a Motel 6, Derrick Bateman and Tyson Kidd are moving one of the hotel room beds against the door of the room while Justin Gabriel and Johnny Curtis slide the other bed towards the back wall near the door the bathroom as Layla, Natalya, Maxine and Kaitlyn are all wearing just bras and panties as they watch the guys who are just dressed in boxer briefs. 

Natalya laughs and rubs her hands together "Let's get this thing started..." 

Kaitlyn smirks and looks over at Natalya. "You seem eager to do this" 

Maxine crosses her arms and licks her lips "I know all the guys will be fighting over who gets to kiss me first..." Maxine says arrogantly. 

Kaitlyn laughs. "More like fighting over who doesn't have to kiss you...I mean...we have no clue where those lips have been!" 

Layla looks at Kaitlyn and Maxine. "Ladies, ladies, ladies...there's only one way to find out who's kissing who first and that's to spin the bottle..." Layla says as she hands a glass soda bottle over to Kaitlyn.

"Hey before we start... I just want to make sure... when we spin we got to kiss whoever it lands on right? So what happens if when say I spin it lands on a guy?" Derrick Bateman asks. 

"Obviously you kiss the guy..." Justin says as every proceeds to sit down in a circle. 

"Nothing weird about that..." Johnny says. 

"Which means Nattie you could be lip locking with Layla..." Tyson says teasingly.

Natalya raises an eyebrow and glances over at Layla. "Whoa...whoa...whoa..." Natalya says as she lifts her hands up. "I'm not kissing another girl..."

"Those are the rules..." Tyson says with a bit of a laugh. "He's right if I'm gonna have to possibly kiss a dude you got to kiss a chick..." Derrick says.

Natalya presses her lips and pouts slightly. "That is like so gross!" Natalya says as she folds her arms. 

Maxine slyly smirks and laughs. "Well Natalya, just don't get too excited and start passing gas..." Maxine says as she looks her malicious eyes on Natalya. 

Natalya opens her mouth in shock. "Hey! I don't do that! When I get nervous or excited I just...like talk really fast, that's all!"

"Relax Nattie..." Justin says with a smile. 

"Yeah, I rip ones all the time..." Derrick says.

Kaitlyn raises an eyebrow and glances at Derrick. "Bud...I think everyone knows that..."

"Just trying to make her feel better..." Derrick says with a shrug. 

"Weird... who's spinning first?" Johnny asks.

Layla smiles and excitedly raises her left hand in the air. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Me! I want to go first, baby!"

"Go for it..." Tyson says as Kaitlyn sets the bottle in the middle of the circle so that Layla can easily lean forward to spin it.

Layla leans forward as she sits on the floor and places her hand onto the bottle before she flicks the bottle with her hand and causes the bottle to spin in a swift circular motion

"Round and round it goes..." Johnny says as the spinning bottle soon comes to a stop and it points right at Derrick.

"Sweet!" Derrick says with a grin before he leans forward to meet Layla halfway.

Layla places her hands onto his shoulders before she presses her luscious lips together and closes her eyes to kiss Bateman.

Derrick presses his lips against Layla's lips to kiss her while he lays one hand on her hip to help Layla keep her balance.

Layla lightly brushes her tongue against Bateman's firm lips before she slowly breaks the kiss and scoots back.

As Derrick moves back to his spot, Justin Gabriel leans forward, "My turn..." Justin says with a grin before he proceeds to spin the bottle.

Kaitlyn balls her hands up and looks up toward the ceiling. "Come on...come on...come on...."

As the bottle comes to a stop, it is pointing right at Maxine, "Bad luck Justin..." Tyson says. 

"Not so bad... Maxine has some nice lips..." Justin says as he scoots forward so that he can easily lean towards Maxine.

Maxine tilts her head back with a laugh before she leans in and presses her malicious lips against Justin's lips, working her tongue immediately into her mouth. "Oh fuckin' gross!" Kaitlyn says with a laugh.

"Mmmm!" Justin moans as Maxine invades his mouth with her tongue before he pushes his tongue against hers. 

"Mmmm that's hot..." Johnny says as Maxine and Justin kiss for several moments before they break the kiss. 

"Does he still have his tonsils Max?" Tyson asks Maxine as she and Justin move back to their spots.

Maxine arrogantly sits back and wipes her mouth with her fingers. Natalya makes a face, "That was kind of gross...and I have no problem with things getting nasty..." Natalya says before she leans forward to spin the bottle.

"I hear ya..." Derrick says with a nod as everyone watches the bottle spins before coming to a stop and pointing towards Kaitlyn.

Natalya opens her mouth in shock and shakes her head. "I...ummmm...can I spin again?"

"Nope... no do-overs..." Tyson says with a grin. 

"Tyson you seem really happy about this..." Justin laughs.

Kaitlyn smirks and leans forward. "Come on, Nattie...I won't bite!"

"Nattie... Nattie..." The four Superstars and two remaining Divas chant slightly to encourage Natalya.

"Fine...." Natalya says with a sigh before she leans forward and quickly kisses Kaitlyn right on the lips.

Before Natalya can pull back, Kaitlyn holds her in order to deepen the kiss for a few moments. When Kaitlyn breaks the kiss a stunned Natalya quietly moves back to her seat while Kaitlyn high fives Derrick, "Man that was sweet!" 

"My turn now..." Tyson says as he spins the bottle, however his spin barely goes around once before it stops and points right at Johnny Curtis. "Ahhh fuck..." Tyson lets out a slight groan, which instantly gets Natalya's attention.

Natalya raises an eyebrow and smirks as she glances over at Tyson Kidd. "Is there a problem, babe?"

"Ummm well..." Tyson says as Johnny proceeds to move all the way over towards him. 

"Come here..." Johnny says as he places his hands on Tyson's shoulders and proceeds to shove his tongue the Canadian Superstar's mouth.

"Oh my....god!" Kaitlyn practically shouts as she looks shocked, while watching Johnny Curtis having no problem in shoving his tongue into Tyson's mouth.

"Mmmmm!" Tyson moans as he waves his arms a bit as Johnny probes his mouth with his tongue for several moments before breaking the kiss. Johnny licks his lips as he casually moves back to his seat. 

"God..." Justin begins to say. 

"Damn..." Derrick says as he finishes what Justin started.

"Wow!" Layla says and laughs.

Tyson looks wide-eyed at Johnny for several moments, "Ummm yeah... wow...." Tyson says. 

Johnny shrugs his shoulders, "No big deal... this is 2012 after all..."

Maxine sighs. "Who's next..."

"That would be you..." Justin Gabriel says as he grins at Maxine.

"Good..." Maxine says before she reaches forward and spins the bottle.

"You spin it right round, baby Right round like a record, baby...right round, round, round..." Johnny sings slightly as the bottle goes around several times before coming to a stop facing Layla.

Maxine raises an eyebrow and slyly smirks. "Perfect..."

"Perfect?" Derrick asks before he and the others watch as Maxine and Layla lean forward to meet half way in the circle.

Layla closes her eyes and presses her lips together as she tries to avoid the kiss as much as possible with Maxine.

Maxine doesn't let Layla avoid it as she proceeds to deeply and almost lustfully kiss the reigning Divas Champion. 

"Wouldn't Layla call that flawless?" Justin asks with a bit of amusement.

"Not when you have to kiss those skank ass lips..." Kaitlyn replies.

When Maxine and Layla break the kiss, Derrick looks at Layla, "See what I had to deal with?"

Layla makes a face. "It was like kissing a fish..."

Maxine proceeds to flip off Layla as Johnny takes his turn and spins the bottle. "Who's going to get lucky..." Johnny asks as he looks at everyone as the bottle continues to spin.

Kaitlyn laughs. "No one when you spin!"

"Maybe you will..." Johnny smirks at Kaitlyn as the bottle stops at Natalya. "But I'll go for another taste of Canada..." Johnny says as he winks at Tyson before moving forward towards Natalya.

Natalya places her hands up "Now Johnny...wait...you just hold on..."

"He's not that bad a kisser..." Tyson says which distracts Natalya just enough for Johnny to take advantage to deeply kiss Natalya while pushing his tongue deep into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Natalya moans as Johnny's tongue invades her mouth.

"Mmmm..." Johnny moans as he kisses Natalya as he slaps his tongue around inside of her mouth.

Natalya places her hands against his chest and pushes herself back, before nodding her head. "Not bad...but your breath really stinks..."

"So..." Johnny says with a smirk as he moves back towards his seat. 

"Kait, it's your turn to spin..." Justin says.

Kaitlyn smiles and nods her head "Oh yeah!" Kaitlyn says before she reaches forward and spins the bottle.

The bottle completes several revolutions before it comes to a stop to point at Tyson Kidd. "Great..." Tyson says with a smile before he leans forward to meet Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn laughs "You ready, big guy?" Kaitlyn asks with a playful smirk.

"Oh yeah..." Tyson nods his head before he and Kaitlyn proceed to kiss, and Tyson's eagerness doesn't go unnoticed by Natalya.

"Mmmmmm..." Kaitlyn moans as she presses her soft lips against Tyson's firm lips as she lustfully kisses him.

"Mmmmm... mmm..." Tyson moans as he grinds his lips against Kaitlyn's as they kiss.

Kaitlyn slowly breaks the kiss and smirks at Tyson before she moves to sit back.

"So it's finally my turn..." Derrick says with a bit of a laugh after watching everyone else spin the bottle. After Tyson sits back in his place, Derrick spins the bottle and it soon comes to a stop pointing towards Justin. 

"Was wondering when that will land on me..." Justin says as he leans towards Derrick who hesitates. 

"Aw fuck it..." Derrick says as he leans forward so that he and Justin can kiss.

Kaitlyn laughs and claps her hands "Yeah! Derrick! You show them my best bud isn't afraid of anything!"

"Wow..." Tyson says as he and everyone watches as Derrick is clearly trying to out kiss Justin, who lets the larger Superstar invade his mouth with his tongue. After several moments, they break the kiss and move back to their seats.

Maxine smirks "Even I'm impressed..."

"Says a lot...Maxine doesn't impress easily..." Johnny says.

Layla presses her lips together. "Alright, who's turn?"

"Ummm... yours I think..." Justin says while licking his lips.

"Hey how about we raise the stakes... wherever the bottle lands... that spinner has to do whatever that person wants..." Johnny says. 

Kaitlyn raises an eyebrow "Just how far are we going to push it?"

"All the way..." Johnny smirks. 

Justin laughs, "It's not like we don't go all the way when there are no Divas around..." 

"Speak for yourself... I rather jerk off than... you know... be with a guy like that..." Derrick says.

"Yeah just cause Nattie uses a strap-on on me... doesn't mean I want to get fucked by a guy..." Tyson adds

Justin smirks, "You two could've fooled me..." 

"So, still my turn?" Layla asks

"Yup..." Derrick nods his head.

"Ok....here we go!" Layla says before she spins the bottle.

The bottle goes around several times before stopping at Natalya.

Layla looks directly at Natalya and Natalya looks directly back. "Ummmm..." Layla begins to reply.

Natalya presses her lips together, "Ok... well... might as well... I guess... I mean..." Natalya takes a breath, "Layla I want you to... lick my pussy..." Natalya says while blushing heavily. 

"Good choice..." Derrick says as he claps slightly.

Layla presses her lips together "Lets get nasty baby!"

Natalya proceeds to slide her panties down from her hips as Layla moves to come closer to her.

Layla leans her head down and between Natalya's smooth, tanned and toned legs as she starts to move her tongue against Natalya's wet snatch.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Natalya lets out a loud moan as Layla waste very little time in eagerly lapping her tongue against Nattie's twat.

Layla closes her eyes as she smoothly drags her flawless tongue against Natalya's pussy, flicking teasingly against her clit.

"Ohhhh ohhh fuck..." Natalya moans and tosses her head back as Layla expertly works her pussy over with her tongue. 

"Hmmm..." Maxine presses her lips together. 

"Guess I'll spin now..." Justin says as he leans forward to spin the bottle.

Layla lifts her head away from Natalya pussy and licks her lips. "Not bad, baby...'

"Yeah..." Natalya says while blushing and nodding her head. The bottle soon comes to a stop and points at Johnny Curtis who smirks at Justin Gabriel. 

"Not to be weird... but I want you to tongue my ass..." Johnny says as he stands up and lowers his boxers, freeing his meaty cock and smooth yet toned ass. 

"Not at problem with me..." Justin says as he moves to kneel behind Johnny when he turns around. Spreading Johnny's ass cheeks, Justin leans his head forward and begins to slide his tongue up and down the crack of Johnny's ass.

"Oh sick!" Kaitlyn says with a laugh.

"Mmmm... mmm..." Justin moans as he shows off his talent as he works his tongue against Johnny's ass crack before focusing on teasing his asshole with the tip of his tongue. 

"Dude..." Derrick says as he's clearly stunned but what he's witnessing.

Maxine nods her head. "Oh yeah...Johnny loves that..."

"Ahhhh fuck yeah..." Johnny moans as Justin darts his tongue in and out of his asshole. 

"Nattie... your turn to spin..." Tyson says as he nudges Natalya with his elbow.

Natalya raises an eyebrow and looks at Tyson Kidd before she leans forward and spins the bottle.

As Justin lifts his head from Johnny's ass and moves back to his seat, the bottle spins around and comes to stop, pointing towards Derrick. "Sweet... I know what I want you to do... a hot blow job" Derrick says to Natalya as he stands up and lowers his boxer briefs, freeing his huge cock.

Natalya smirks and nods her head. "I can handle that, babe..." Natalya says as she moves forward and places her left hand around his cock to guide him into her mouth.

"Awww yeah!" Derrick moans as Natalya wraps her lips around his cock before she begins to eagerly suck his dick.

"Mmmmmmm...mmmmmmm...mmmmmmm" Natalya moans as she greedily bobs her head on his cock.

"Ohhh shit... mmmm yeah!" Derrick moans as Natalya is practically drooling all over his cock as she sucks it.

Natalya places her hands onto Bateman's waist and turns her head to grind her lips, while she lowers her head further down on his cock.

"Damn..." Tyson Kidd licks his lips as he watches Natalya deep throat Derrick Bateman's cock before he proceeds to lean forward to spin the bottle. After a few revolutions, the bottle stops and points at Maxine.

Maxine presses her lips together and locks her malicious eyes on Tyson. "Wonderful..."

"So what do you have in mind?" Tyson asks.

Maxine licks her teeth "Well...you could start by finger fucking me...but then I want your tongue in my ass..."

"Alright..." Tyson grins as he moves from his seat and goes over to Maxine as she removes her panties to reveal her perfectly shaven snatch. As Maxine turns onto her side, Tyson reaches between her legs with his left hand and pushes two fingers into her pussy.

Maxine grits her teeth and narrows her eyes as she feels his two fingers beginning to work in and out of her nicely wet and warm snatch. "Mmmmmmmm yeah..." Maxine groans.

Tyson smirks as he moves his fingers in and out of Maxine's cunt while she arches her left leg slightly which makes it easier for Tyson to lean his head down in order for him to work his tongue against the bottom portion of her smooth ass crack.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhh yeah...mmmmm..." Maxine moans and slyly smirks as she enjoys the sensation of his tongue against her ass.

"Mmmm..." Tyson moans as he works his tongue further up Maxine's ass crack while he pumps his fingers into her cunt.

Maxine wickedly groans and begins to push against his two fingers, feeling his fingers pumping in and out of her nicely wet pussy.

As Tyson continues to work his fingers into Maxine's pussy as he laps his tongue against her ass, Natalya lifts her head from Derrick's cock and moves back to her seat.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh yeah...." Maxine moans loudly and licks her lips, while she grinds and pushes against his tongue and fingers.

"Mmmm... mmmm..." Tyson moans as he continues to finger fuck Maxine's pussy and laps his tongue against her ass. 

Johnny smirks at Maxine, "Hey... your turn to spin..." Johnny says.

Maxine slyly smirks and reaches over to place her hand onto the bottle before spinning it.

As the bottle spins on the floor, Tyson removes his fingers from Maxine's pussy and moves away from her. By the time he sits back in his seat, the bottle stops and it's points directly at Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn raises her hands up and shakes her head "Uh....fuck no..."

Maxine makes a face as well, "No... Absolutely not..." 




Spin The Bottle



"Oh come on... we're going all the way..." Justin says with a grin.

Kaitlyn makes a face. "I don't want that skank ass near me..."

"As if I want you anywhere near me..." Maxine snaps at Kaitlyn. 

"Man you two are cowards..." Derrick says.

Kaitlyn turns her head and looks at Derrick. "I'm not a coward..."

"Neither am I and you know it you stupid ass!" Maxine yells at Derrick and as if making a decision, Maxine proceeds to move towards Kaitlyn and pushes her to lay on the floor. Straddling her face to pin her down, Maxine pulls off Kaitlyn's panties and lowers her down to shove her tongue into her NXT rival's snatch.

"Ohhhhh you bitch!" Kaitlyn groans.

"Mmmmm!" Maxine moans as she bobs her head and darts his tongue in and out of Kaitlyn's pussy while grinding her own twat slightly against Kaitlyn's face.

Kaitlyn places her hands up onto Maxine's hips and lifts her head as she starts to flick her tongue against her snatch.

"MMMM!" Maxine moans as she feels Kaitlyn's tongue against her pussy, and the malicious NXT Diva responds by even more eagerly tongue fucking Kaitlyn's twat. 

"So that's what they do in the Diva's locker room..." Justin says with a smirk as he glances at Layla.

Layla raises her hands up and presses her lips together. "I sure don't do that!"

Natalya looks at Layla and laughs, "Stop lying... 'Chell had you eating her out every day before you two split up last year..." 

"My turn to spin..." Johnny says as Kaitlyn and Maxine continue their lustful sixty-nine. The bottle goes around until it stops, pointing towards Justin.

Justin smirks, "I licked your ass... now you lick my balls..." Justin says as he stands up.

"That's not weird..." Johnny says with mock disappointment before he moves to kneel in front of the South African stud and lowers his boxer briefs, exposing his cock and ballsack. Johnny wastes little time in lowering his head down underneath Justin's large dick so that he can start lapping his tongue against Justin's balls.

Natalya opens her mouth in shock "Damn!"

"Aw hell..." Derrick adds as he Johnny flicks his tongue back and forth against Justin's large balls. 

"Mmmm yeah lick them good..." Justin Gabriel moans as he strokes his cock while Johnny licks his balls. 

Maxine moves off of Kaitlyn and the two Divas are bit red-faced, "You still suck..." Maxine says before she moves away by the two-toned haired Diva.

"You're still a skank..." Kaitlyn smirks.

Maxine glares at Kaitlyn and then smirks slyly, "Your turn to spin..."

"Gladly..." Kaitlyn says before she reaches forward to the bottle and spins it.

The bottle goes round and round as Johnny takes Justin's balls into his mouth to suck on them. When the bottle stops at Tyson Kidd, the Canadian Superstar grins, "About time... I want to fuck your big tits Kaitlyn..." Tyson says as he eagerly moves towards her.

Kaitlyn laughs and shrugs her shoulders. "Alright..." Kaitlyn says before she removes her bra and lays down on the floor.

Straddling Kaitlyn's body, Tyson lays his meaty cock between her tits so that Kaitlyn can press them against his shaft. "Oh yeah..." Tyson grins as he begins to thrust his cock back and forth between Kaitlyn's large tits.

Kaitlyn presses her lips together and playfully kisses the head of his cock, as it moves between her large and juicy tits.

"Mmmm fuck..." Tyson moans as he eagerly pumps his cock back and forth between Kaitlyn's tits. 

Derrick looks over at Natalya, "Tyson is clearly a breast-man isn't it?" Derrick asks jokingly.

Natalya shakes her head "Actually he's more an ass kind of a guy..."

"With your ass that's probably with good reason..." Derrick grins as Tyson continues to fuck Kaitlyn's tits. "Oh shit... almost forgot... it's my turn now..." Derrick says as he leans forward to spin the bottle. With being eager to spin it, Derrick's spin attempt causes the bottle to roll slightly before it stops, pointing towards Layla.

Layla smiles and points herself "Me?" Layla says with a laugh.

"Yup... lucky spin for me.. so what do you got in mind?" Derrick asks.

"Well...why don't you take that bottle and get real nasty, baby..."

It takes Derrick a few moments to realize what Layla means before he grins, "Spread your legs..." Derrick says as he picks up the bottle and moves closer to Layla.

Layla laughs and places her hands behind her and proceeds to spread her gorgeous legs apart.

Derrick grins as he proceeds to guide the neck of the bottle into Layla's tight wet pussy and begins to work it in and out as if it was a dildo.

"Mmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhh yeah..." Layla moans and grits her teeth as she feels the bottle pumping into her.

"Like that Layla?" Derrick asks as he works the bottle smoothly in and out of Layla's pussy.

Layla nods her head "Ohhhhh yeah baby!"

As Derrick Bateman is using the bottle to fuck Layla, Johnny Curtis is on all fours, lapping his tongue against Natalya's pussy while behind him, Justin Gabriel is guiding his cock into Johnny's ass.

"Mmmmmm...ohhhhh yeah baby..." Natalya moans as she wraps her smooth and toned legs around Johnny's neck as she pushes against his tongue.

"Mmmmm...mmmmm..." Johnny moans as he works his tongue against Natalya's pussy while pushing back against Justin Gabriel. "Awww fuck... mmmm thanks for joining in Nattie..." Justin says with a moan as he thrusts his cock deeper and harder into Johnny's ass.

"Ohhhhh yeah...ohhhhhh!" Natalya moans as she feels his tongue darting in and out of her snatch.

A short distance away, Maxine is on her back with Tyson Kidd thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy as Kaitlyn is leaning down to suck on Maxine's tits while rubbing her own pussy. "Mmmm yeah... ahhh..." Tyson groans as he thrusts his cock deeply into Maxine's cunt while he watches Kaitlyn work over her tits.

Maxine grits her teeth and wraps her lips tightly around Tyson's waist as she sharply grinds her malicious pussy against his thrusting cock. "Ohhhhhhh fuck! Ohhhhhhh!"

"Mmmm fuck bet you like having Kaitlyn suck on your tits Max... it's sure hot to watch..." Tyson groans as he plows his meaty cock into Maxine's cunt, causing her to arch her back and push her tits up towards Kaitlyn's face.

Maxine arches her back and firmly pushes against Tyson's cock as he continues to thrust into her.

Meanwhile, Layla is riding Derrick Bateman's cock as she is reaching behind herself to work a finger into her own juicy ass. "Mmmmm ahhh..." Derrick moans as he thrusts his large meaty dick up into Layla's pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhh fuck! Ohhhhh fuck yeah, baby!" Layla moans as she places her hands down onto his chest as she swiftly moves back and forth.

"Ohhhh shit... ahhhh yeah..." Derrick moans as Layla eagerly rocks back and forth on his cock as he rams it up into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhh...ohhhhhhhh!" Layla moans as she briskly bounces on his rock hard cock.

A few feet away, Justin is laying on the floor as Natalya straddles his face as she leans forward to bob her head on his cock. As Justin laps his tongue against Natalya's cunt, Johnny is squatting behind her, thrusting his cock into Natalya's juicy round ass.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck...ohhhhhh" Natalya moans as she swiftly moves against Justin's face, while Johnny Curtis pumps his cock into her juicy backside.

"Awwww fuck... mmmm!" Johnny Curtis groans as he hammers Natalya's ass with firm and deep thrusts. Justin Gabriel has his hands on Natalya's hips as he pushes his tongue deeper into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh yeah baby! Ohhhhhhhh!" Natalya moans as she bounces on Justin's face, bouncing almost on his tongue.

Tyson Kidd is now laying on his back as Kaitlyn is perfectly mounted on his large cock while Maxine is straddling his face, which allows him to eat Maxine's pussy and thrusts his dick up into Kaitlyn's twat at the same time.

Kaitlyn smirks as she rocks her stunning and nicely juicy, but toned body on Tyson's cock, smoothly dropping down at a quick pace.

"Ahhhh..." Tyson moans as he laps his tongue against Maxine's pussy while he thrusts his cock sharply upward into Kaitlyn's cunt.

Maxine narrows her eyes and glares at the back of Kaitlyn's head as she moves on Tyson's face, roughly grinding her pussy against his shaft.

Layla is on her knees with her head resting on one of her forearms while she uses her free hand to work the bottle in and out of her pussy while Derrick is behind her, thrusting his large cock in and out of her juicy round ass.

"Ohhhhhhh yeah baby! Get nasty! Get fuckin' nasty!" Layla moans as she rocks on her knees to push back against Bateman, while she continues to work the bottle against her pussy.

"Awww.... awwww fuck... mmmm..." Derrick groans as he plows his cock deeply into Layla's asshole as she fucks her own snatch with the bottle.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhh yeah...ohhhhhhhhh!" Layla moans and tilts her head back as she rocks on her knees and her flawlessly shaped ass smacks against his waist.

Justin Gabriel is laying on the floor with Johnny Curtis mounted on his cock while Natalya is mounted on Johnny's cock. "Mmmm fuck..." Justin groans as Johnny bounces on his cock. 

"Ohhhh yeah... fucking weird..." Johnny moans as he places his hands behind himself on Justin's chest as he rides him while Natalya bounces on his cock. 

Natalya smirks and tilts her blond hair head back as she firmly rocks down on Johnny's cock, which causes him to rock of Justin's cock.

"Mmmmm ahhhhh..." Johnny moans as Justin thrusts his cock firmly up into his tight ass while Natalya rocks back and forth on his cock. Justin places his hands against Johnny's lower back, giving the NXT Season Four winner extra support as he's sandwiched between himself and Natalya.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh yeah baby!" Natalya moans as she bounces repeatedly on Johnny's cock, with his cock firmly slamming up into her.

Meanwhile, Tyson, Maxine and Kaitlyn are laying in a interlocking triangle with Tyson lapping his tongue against Maxine's pussy while she is eating Kaitlyn's twat while her rival is sucking Tyson's large cock. "Mmmmm!" Tyson moans against Maxine's twat as Kaitlyn deep throats his dick.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmmmmm!" Kaitlyn moans with her hands onto his waist as she increasingly bobs her head, with her lips moving on his shaft.

"Mmmm! Mmmm!" Tyson moans as he works his tongue deeper into Maxine's pussy, causing her to double her efforts of eating out Kaitlyn as the NXT Season Three is sucking and slurping on Tyson's tool.

Kaitlyn turns her head and grinds her lips on his shaft as she bobs her head smoothly at a deep pace.

Layla is upside down with her lower body raised as she rests on her head and shoulders while Derrick is standing over her, thrusting his cock downward into her pussy. "Mmmm..." Derrick moans as drills Layla's pussy with stiff down moving thrusts.

"Mmmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhh fuck!" Layla moans and grits her teeth as she pushes against his cock.

"Ahhhh... awww..." Derrick groans as he keeps a steady pace of plowing his cock down into Layla's pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhh..." Layla moans and closes her eyes as she feels him slamming downward into her pussy.

Justin and Johnny are both standing, thrusting their cocks into Natalya's pussy and ass as she bounces between them. "Mmmm yeah... ahhh..." Johnny moans as he hammers Natalya's thick ass with his cock. 

"Mmmmm..." Justin moans as he thrusts his cock swiftly into Natalya's pussy as she wraps her legs around his waist.

"Mmmmmmmm....ohhhhh yeah baby!" Natalya moans and swiftly drops down on both cocks.

"Ahhhh yeah... mmmmm..." Justin moans as he spears Natalya's Canadian pussy with his South African dick. Johnny places his hands underneath Natalya's thighs to rub them as he fucks her ass.

Natalya throws her head back and begins to groan as she starts to cum.

Meanwhile, Maxine and Kaitlyn are once again in a sixty-nine with Maxine on top of Kaitlyn. As they lap their tongues lustfully against each other's twat, Tyson is behind Maxine, pumping his cock into her ass.

Maxine wickedly moves her body on top of Kaitlyn in order to push and rock against Tyson Kidd's thrusting cock.

"Mmmmmm fuck... ahhh!" Tyson groans as he hammers Maxine's pussy while at the same time he feels Kaitlyn's tongue against his shaft while she's busy eating Maxine's cunt while Kaitlyn eats hers.

"Mmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhh fuck..." Maxine moans and pushes back against his cock.

Layla is on her back with her legs around the waist of Derrick Bateman as he hammers her pussy with firm and deep thrusts. "Mmmmm fuck... ahhhh!" Derrick moans as his cock begins to throb within Layla's pussy.

"Mmmmmm...ohhhhh yeah...ohhhhhhh baby!" Layla moans and breaths heavily as she starts to cum on his thrusting and throbbing cock.

"Awww... ahhhh.... awwww!" Derrick moans loudly as he begins to cum inside of Layla's pussy while he continues to fuck her.

Layla licks her teeth and nods her head as she feels the warm rush of Bateman's cum.

Natalya is on her knees stroking the cocks of Justin and Johnny while going back and forth, lapping her tongue against the heads of their throbbing cocks. "Mmmm yeah... ahhhh..." Johnny moans as he starts to cum first.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." Natalya moans and opens her mouth to greedily accept Johnny's cum with her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and begins to bob her head.

"Mmmm yeah..." Johnny moans as Natalya sucks on his cock until he's finished cumming. 

"Ahhhh fuck... mmmm awww..." Justin moans as he begins to cum as Natalya continues to stroke his dick.

Natalya immediately lifts her head off of Johnny's cock and turns to taking Justin's cum erupting cock into her mouth.

"Awww..." Justin moans as Natalya strokes his cock as his cum sprays perfectly from it into her mouth. 

Meanwhile, Maxine and Kaitlyn are double teaming Tyson's throbbing cock with their tongues.

Kaitlyn smoothly guides her wet tongue against the left side of Tyson Kidd's shaft, while Maxine lowers her tongue from the right side of his shaft to his ballsack.

"Awww shit... yeah..." Tyson moans as Maxine laps her tongue against his balls for a few moments before sliding her tongue back up towards the head of his dick while Kaitlyn does the same. As soon as the two Divas tongue reach the head of his cock, Tyson begins to cum.

"Mmmmmmmmm...." Maxine slyly moans

"Ahhhh... mmmm..." Tyson moans as Kaitlyn and Maxine flick their tongues against the head of his cum erupting dick until he's spent.

Maxine seductively licks her lips after she moves her head away. "Impressed?

"Very..." Tyson says. 

Kaitlyn looks at Maxine and smirks, "Ok... I'm a tiny bit impressed..." 

"Hey whose turn is it to spin next?" Derrick asks. 

"I don't know..." Johnny says with a shrug.

"I think it's Justin's turn..." Layla says.

Justin smirks, "Yeah it is..." 

"So spin that bottle already..." Natalya laughs.

-END-



Spin the Bottle



Author's note:

Thanks so much for your feedback and suggestions on my first two stories. I've tried out some of your ideas and will try to write them up soon.

I've also been fantasizing - and that's what this story is. It's my first piece of fiction, but I'm thinking of seeing if I can make it real when the weather gets warmer....

Thanks to BeccaHasFun for her help in revising this story.

And thanks to you for reading, and please do send your comments and suggestions. I love hearing what you think!

xx Jenn

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By the spring of my junior year of college, I was restless, horny, and eager to try something new. I'd split with my boyfriend during the winter break and had a long, dry, spring. He'd been nice, but was spending the spring semester in Europe. He suggested we do a long-distance thing, but I knew what that meant. It meant I'd feel guilty for wanting to get fucked at college while he'd be screwing any European girl he liked. I knew better than to say yes, so we split.

I'd always had a bit of a thing for showing off my body. I'd been a runner in high school and always had the shortest shorts on the team. I kept running in college in part to keep my trim body and my flat stomach, but also (maybe mostly) for the excuse to show off my running outfits.

But without a man in my life, running down frat row in short shorts and a sports bra didn't do it for me anymore. So I turned it up a notch.

I lived a couple of blocks off campus in a building without laundry, so every week I'd lug my dirty clothes to the campus laundromat where I'd try to put on a bit of a show.

Sometimes I'd wear a dress and load the machines with my laundry and then shimmy out of my panties to add to the load. Other times I'd wear just a bathrobe. I loved catching young men staring at me. I'd wink and show more leg. The lecherous old men, however, spoiled my fun.

And every once in a while I got distracted during a late-night study session at the library. Before midterms, for example, I was trying to concentrate on my calculus problem sets but kept on looking up to see the handsome guy studying two tables down. I smiled at him. I couldn't concentrate while imagining what I wanted him to do to me.

So I stood up, did my best to look sexy as I walked past him in my jeans and ratty t-shirt, and walked down two rows of books to where I'd be mostly alone. I pulled two big books off the shelf and set them on the floor. I sat on them, spread my legs, and leaned against the shelf.

I looked around to make sure there was nobody there. After the bookshelves ended to my right was an old card catalog, and beyond that another row of books. To my left was an empty group study room. Anyone could walk down those corridors at any time. Behind me, through two shelves of books, was where I'd been sitting and the handsome stranger.

Cautiously, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them halfway down my thighs. I slid my hand inside my panties. I was already wet. As my first exploratory finger opened my pussy, I felt a moan escaping my lips. I needed this.

But it was a library! I found a headband in my bag and bit down on it to stifle my moans and returned my hand to my slippery pussy.

I touched myself and rubbed myself imagining it was that handsome stranger. I imagined him getting up, needing some water, and catching me getting myself off in the library.

Oh, I was getting close.

I imagined him bending me over one of those library tables and fucking me from behind. I roughly shoved three fingers where I wanted his cock.

High on the idea that I could get caught at any moment, I came quickly, and then again. The headband didn't muffle my screams entirely.

Quickly, I nervously pulled myself back together and fled the library.

That wasn't the only time that term I played in the library.

But anyhow, it was still a dry spring for me, sex-wise.

A crazy idea came to me as I read the daily emails from the student council promoting this finals study tip or that relaxation technique. "Get a full night's sleep," the student council suggested, "it'll make you rested and ready to succeed!"

Like that was going to happen. I thought of some other, better tips: "get fucked by your cute RA" or "blow your teaching assistant to get a good grade without studying" or "try sleeping with a friend's boyfriend to take your mind off finals stress."

So I made my own stress-release plan. There was a house for sale down the block from my off-campus apartment. The house was empty all the time and had a fenced-in yard that would be perfect for my plan.

I printed four flyers and put two up in the engineering stacks of the library and two in the English literature stacks.

"A project of the committee on finals de-stressing," the flyers read. I wanted it to look official enough. "Tuesday afternoon, 2pm. Spin-the-bottle." Then the address of the vacant house with the note to meet in the back yard. "Bring soda or another beverage."

That was it. I put the flyers up on Sunday and hoped for good weather.

Maybe nobody would come, I thought as I dressed for the afternoon's adventure. I pulled my sexiest panties on up my runner's legs and over my round ass. 

Or maybe there would be fifty people, I thought, choosing a matching push-up bra and squeezing my 34C breasts into it.

Let's be realistic, I thought, looking at myself in the mirror and adjusting my tits for the perfect sultry cleavage.

Probably six or eight guys would come, I figured, putting the finishing touches of makeup on and blowing myself kisses in the mirror with my full, pouty lips. I teased my shoulder-length, wavy dirty blonde hair, too. I wanted to look good for whoever showed up.

Probably I'll be the only woman there, I thought, my hand wandering down my flat belly to finger the edges of my panties. That might be nice, having all that attention on me.

But probably they'll all be dorks, I worried, pulling on a short skirt with a hem about halfway down my thighs.

I pulled an almost transparent white button-down shirt out of my closet and put my arms in the sleeves, buttoning it up and tucking it into my skirt. Spinning for the mirror, I admired myself. I looked good. The outfit highlighted my slim build and my nice tits, I thought, and was sexy but also casual.

Imagining what was going to happen had me already a bit aroused. I could feel my panties dampen as I headed to the fridge.

I grabbed a six pack of beer and walked down the block.

As I walked, I debated what to do when I arrived. Would I play the organizer and take charge? Or maybe I'd see whether someone else did?

I decided to pretend I'd gotten there the same way everyone else had: by seeing a flyer. I didn't want to seem desperate or easy, and organizing a spin-the-bottle event might look that way. I was there, I decided, for harmless fun.

I was just a few minutes late, and there were six guys there already, opening beers and chatting. Not nobody, which was a relief.

I looked around. There were some duds, for sure. A pale, round, pimply guy with stringy hair looked like the worst of the lot. A couple of guys who had a vibe of still-dressed-by-their-mom, too. But there were two handsome ones. These guys looked like they played a sport because of their athletic build. And they both had nice smiles. One other guy also caught my eye. Skinny, but well-enough dressed. And his blue eyes drew me right in.

"Is this the, uh, spin-the-bottle thing?" I asked one of the athletic ones.

"I hope so," he replied, "now that you're here."

"How's this gonna work?" I asked.

Blue eyes came over and opened one of my beers for me.

"We can start playing anytime, I guess," he said.

"It's what we're here for, isn't it?" I responded.

"I suppose so," blue eyes answered. "But I don't really want to make out with that guy," he continued, nodding at pimples.

"Spoilsport."

"I guess we know what your type is," he joked.

I hit him playfully. "Pardon me, sir, if I play by the rules."

He smiled.

"Anyone up for a game of spin the bottle?" blue eyes asked, taking the lead. The boys were all looking a little nervous, and the tension lightened when blue eyes got us started.

We gathered in a circle and sat on the grass, me between the athletic one I'd spoken with and a dorky one. Blue eyes finished his beer and put the bottle in the middle.

"Everyone know the rules?" he asked, and then, without waiting for an answer, outlined the rules. "I'll spin the bottle, and kiss whoever it points to. Then that person will spin and kiss who it points to and so on."

The dorky one not next to me spoke up: "What if it points to a dude?"

I wasn't really interested in watching these guys make out. I put this together to get them to kiss me! So I answered with a question.

"Any of you guys want to kiss dudes?"

Nobody answered.

"So how about I just kiss whoever the bottle points to?"

Everybody seemed happy with that. And relieved. They had all stiffened - all but blue eyes - when the dork asked about kissing dudes. Big smiles lit up their faces as they thought about kissing me.

I, however, was a little worried. What had I gotten myself into? I thought. An afternoon of kissing these guys, I answered myself. Which included the three dorky guys who didn't appeal to me. But also included blue eyes and the athletic types.

Blue eyes produced some gum and mints and passed them around while I took another big swallow of beer. So thoughtful, that guy was.

"You spin first," I said, pointing to the dork who'd complained about kissing dudes.

He spun and it landed on the pale pimply guy. He blushed bright red.

Here goes, I thought. Getting the worst over with first.

I did this to myself, I thought, and slowly stood to walk over to him. I kneeled on the ground next to him, put a hand on his thigh to support myself, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

I didn't die, but he was sure in heaven, judging by the stirring in his pants. And even though I didn't find him attractive, it was a thrill to turn him on so easily. Just a little peck.

Someone spun the bottle as I sat back upright and let go of his thigh.

Next was the silent athlete. He stood to meet me in the middle of the circle and put his left hand at my waist. He traced my jaw with his other hand before leaning in to kiss me.

I broke the kiss before it went on too long. We were just getting started. But that kiss had started something stirring inside of me. It was going to be a fun afternoon.

Next was the dork I'd sat next to, the shortest of the bunch. He didn't stand up, so I kneeled next to him and leaned in for a short, closed-mouth kiss.

Then the talkative athlete, who was sitting cross-legged. I straddled him and pulled his face to me for a kiss while his hands found my ass. I opened my mouth to moan into him and he pulled me closer until I could feel the heat of his cock through my panties.

I stood, blushing, and found the bottle pointing back to pimples. He stood up and put his hands on my waist to pull me into him. I kissed him lightly on the lips and then, feeling generous, again. He pulled me closer, poking me with his cock. I stepped away.

The bottle was pointing next to the silent athlete again. This time he was still sitting with his legs in front of him. I straddled his waist and pushed him to lie flat on the ground. I leaned forward to kiss him and, suddenly, his hands were on my ass. He flipped my skirt up as we kissed, showing my panty-covered ass to the whole group. I gasped into his mouth as we kissed, his tongue exploring my mouth as I leaned deeper into the kiss. His hands massaged my ass.

Out of breath, I sat up. I caught my breath as I put my skirt back down and adjusted my outfit.

I was blushing from the surprise of being shown off like that, but enjoyed it, too. Knowing that the boys all had their eyes on me and on my ass was a thrill.

"Where's my beer?" I asked and it appeared in front of me.

The boys were talking as I downed the last of the beer.

"You've got a really nice ass."

"I'd love to see what else you're hiding."

"Take off her shirt next time, man."

The boys wanted me. "Who's next?" I breathed.

It was the other athlete, who felt my breast as we kissed. And then the short dork, who braved a hand on my waist and one on my neck. Then the athletes one and then the other.

I was getting hot and bothered. Going from one man to another to another without a let up was turning me one. So many hands on my body. I was buzzing with sexual energy and they all knew it.

The bottle pointed to the dork who hadn't yet been kissed.

"It's about time," I said, looking more at blue eyes than the dork as I walked over. The dork stood, nervous, his pants tented.

"You've waited so patiently," I cooed, "I want a kiss here." I unbuttoned two buttons, exposing more cleavage and the top of my lacy bra. I pointed to my cleavage and pulled the boy's head in. His hands cupped my breasts as he planted kiss after kiss on my cleavage.

I cooed at his touch, arching my breasts into his kisses.

I smiled as I turned around to show the rest of the boys my cleavage. My nipples were rock hard, too, and I'm sure they showed through my bra and thin shirt.

Someone whistled. "Damn, girl."

I blushed.

Then it was pimples again, but I was turned on enough that this time I liked it when his cock poked me.

Then one of the athletes, and I was so distracted by the kiss that I didn't notice another button open on my shirt. It was nearly open to my navel now.

The bottle landed on blue eyes, finally. He walked to me slowly, put his hands on my hips, and pulled me into him. I melted into his arms, feeling his bulge against my belly, my breasts pressed into his chest, and his strong arms around me. I needed his kiss.

Blue eyes breathed into my ear, then down my neck. Then he traced my collar bone with little kisses and then kissed back up my neck. I shuddered. He kissed my neck again and I jerked in his arms, suddenly warm and tingly. He'd made me come - just a small orgasm - just from his kisses on my neck.

"You need a break?" blue eyes asked, opening another beer for me. I nodded.

I caught my breath and sipped my beer as the boys chatted.

"You know what could make this more interesting?" one of the athletes was saying. "Strip spin the bottle."

I smiled and leaned in. "How would that work?"

"We could flip a coin every time we spin the bottle, and if it's heads, you take off a piece of clothing. Tails, the guy does."

I imagined getting naked for these guys out in this yard. I was getting turned on even more. But I wanted them to work for it.

"I don't know," I said. "Fifty-fifty chances with one of me and six of you means that I'm probably buck naked without seeing any cocks."

"Two coins, then." Pimples chimed in, "and you strip if they're both heads."

"Odds are still against me," I said, "but how about this: three coins, if they're all heads I'll strip off a piece of clothing."

I watched the boys do the mental math. A one-in-eight chance meant that they'd all strip faster than me.

"And how about this," I sweetened the pot, "when a guy has to strip, he'll choose the item and I'll take it off him. And when I have to strip, I choose the item and you take it off me."

"Socks and shoes off, everyone, though," someone suggested. We all took off our shoes and socks.

All agreed, I finished my beer and spun the bottle.

It was the athlete who wanted to make the game more interesting. I straddled him, his cock straining at me through his jeans. I kissed him deeply as his hands crept up my sides from my waist to rest under my breasts, his thumbs toying at my nipples.

"Two tails and a head," someone said. The athlete and I stood and he told me to take off his pants.

I knelt in front of him, my face inches from the crotch of his jeans, his bulge twitching at me. I undid the button and lowered his zipper, and with a gentle tug, pulled his pants to his ankles. His boxer briefs strained in front of my face, and so I kissed his still covered cock.

Next was blue eyes. I let the coin flip happen as I stood facing him. I willed it to be all heads, dreaming of this man stripping me naked.

"All tails," someone said.

"My shirt," blue eyes whispered.

I pulled his t-shirt over his head, kissing his belly on my way up. When I got the shirt over his head, I left my hands on his chest, feeling his warmth. We kissed. 

His hands pulled me closer and I kissed him more deeply. I ached to tear off my shirt and bra and feel my tits naked against his bare chest. He did something to me.

I came up for air and the boys announced the next coin toss. All heads.

And then the bottle spun, landing on pimples. 

"Take off my skirt," I whispered.

His hands immediately and roughly found my waistband and tugged the skirt down. Kneeling in front of me, he kissed my thighs from my knees to my panties. And then he stood close to me, his nose smelling faintly of my musk, and kissed my mouth.

All heads again. And the bottle pointed to one of the athletes. 

"My shirt."

He slowly undid the remaining buttons of my shirt before pulling it down my arms and off. Stepping close, he kissed me. One of his hands held my now bare lower back close against him while the other rubbed the front of my panties.

When we separated, I was short of breath. 

"All heads," someone called with a muffled giggle.

"You're cheating, the lot of you!" I replied with a smile.

The boys laughed.

Someone spun the bottle and it landed at the pantsless athlete.

"What'll it be?" he asked, stepping towards me.

"Hey, now," I said. "Toss those coins again."

Two heads and a tails. 

"My underwear," the pantless athlete said.

"Now wait a sec," I stalled. "You guys were cheating."

The boys didn't meet my eyes.

"And should be punished accordingly."

They seemed uncomfortable.

"Take of some clothes, each of you."

The athlete facing me ready to be stripped and kissed pulled off his shirt, showing a toned chest. The other athlete also stripped off his shirt, as did the two dorks and pimples. Blue eyes stripped off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

"My underwear," the athlete repeated, now very close to me.

I knelt in front of him and put my hands on the waistband of his boxer briefs. Slowly, I lowered them. First his pubes appeared above the waistband, and then the base of his cock. Slowly, slowly, I lowered his underwear until two inches of cock strained in the air three inches from my lips.

I kissed my way from the base of his cock slowly to the waistband of his boxer briefs, continuing to expose him to the air inch by inch. Three inches, four inches, five inches of cock showed, pulling at the descending waist of his underwear.

With a final tug after a final kiss just beneath the head of his cock, I took his boxer briefs to his ankles, sending his hard cock slapping back against his belly.

I was getting hungry for these cocks, but decided to take my time and let the tension build.

So I stood, kissed him gently on the cheek, and looked for the next spin.

The bottle pointed at pimples, looking at me and the athlete with awe. He looked exposed already without his shirt. His big pale belly was on display.

"Three tails."

"Your pants?" I asked.

Pimples nodded as I knelt in front of him. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, then tugged the pants unceremoniously to his ankles, exposing his white briefs. His underwear pointed straight at me, his cock twitching.

I stood to kiss him, pressing my bra-covered breasts into his bare chest and, gently, rubbing his balls and cock.

I had hardly touched him when I felt his cock explode into his briefs. I stepped back and he blushed, grabbed his pants and hurried into them, and then ran off.




Spin the Bottle



"Well, that was fun," I reported wryly.

The bottle was pointing at the naked athlete. I took a deep breath as I looked him up and down, taking in his well-defined form and, especially, his long cock. It had softened somewhat and hung at half-mast, still looking tasty. I licked my lips.

"What happens if he has to take off a piece of clothing?" I asked.

The naked athlete had an answer: "It's your turn to strip."

"Or maybe he has to forfeit his turn," the shorter dork suggested.

"That's it, absolutely," the athlete still wearing pants chimed in.

"Flip those coins," I suggested.

Two heads, then a tails.

"Sorry, bud," I said, spinning the bottle.

It was the taller dork, whose pants came off.

And then the still-clothed athlete, who also lost his pants.

Then the taller dork again, who I quickly stripped naked. I stood and inched closer. His cock was smaller than the athlete's - maybe four inches - and stood rock hard. As we got closer together, the head of his cock poked my belly just above the waist of my panties and then my breasts, still inside my bra, pressed against his chest.

The heat of the moment was getting to me. I felt the eyes of all the men on me. They wanted me. I loved that they wanted me. And I loved their kisses and touches. And touching them.

I kissed him. "Can I touch it?" I asked.

He gulped and nodded. I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, tugging gently along his length. He moaned.

My other hand found his balls and gently massaged them. He groaned and thrusted.

Oh no, I realized too late, he's cumming. And a moment later, his spunk was on my belly and then, after I stepped back, on my thigh.

He apologized and grabbed his shirt and cleaned me up. Bashful, he smiled at me as he dressed and ran off. 

I was aching for the release I'd given him. My breath was becoming ragged as I teased and pleased, and the boys probably couldn't miss the heat coming from my panties when they held me close. My nipples were so hard they were throbbing. Each time one of the boys brushed against them with a hand or their chest, an electric shock went straight to my pussy. Which was dripping, I was certain.

The bottle pointed again at the naked athlete. But the coin flip didn't go his way, so we spun again, and it pointed this time to the remaining dork. 

I pulled off his pants, revealing blue boxers with a big tent. "What are you hiding in here?" I asked, kissing him.

"Spin the bottle to me again and we'll find out," he replied.

I spun.

The naked athlete again.

"Wait," he said, "before we flip coins. Shouldn't we switch to two coins since there are fewer guys now?"

I grabbed another beer. "You guys figure out the new rules," I said, taking my beer for a walk to catch my breath and check in with myself.

The experiment had gone better than I'd ever imagined. I had four guys, three of whom I found very attractive, taking turns making out with me and stripping.

What do I want? I asked myself. I wanted to get naked for the guys, I decided. And I wanted blue eyes naked, too.

What if things went further?

I took a long swig from my beer as I considered.

I wanted to taste those cocks, I decided. And, noticing my hand sliding down my belly and into my wet panties, I wanted to be pleasured too.

I came back to the boys who had decided on new rules.

It was going to be one coin flip: heads, the person with the most clothes on took off an item of clothing; tails, just a kiss. If we had the same amount of clothing on, the guy would strip, and if we were both naked, the guy would choose where the kiss was, regardless of the coin toss.

"Like on your cock?" I asked to clarify.

"Like on my cock," the naked athlete said. "And the bottle's pointing to me."

Someone flipped a coin. "Tails."

I kissed the naked athlete deeply. His hands found my ass and pulled me close to him, pressing my breasts into his chest and sandwiching his cock between our bellies. I moaned and pulled away.

The bottle pointed to blue eyes. "Heads."

He stepped towards me and put his hands on my waist. Just holding me for a second, he looked into my eyes. I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his lips to mine.

Disoriented from his warm musky smell and his strong hands and his kiss, I told him what I wanted. "Take me."

"Pardon?"

I cleared my throat. "Take my bra off."

He pulled me closer. "Are you sure?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

He still delayed and kept whispering. "You really want to strip to just your panties with four hungry, mostly naked guys?"

I nodded. And kissed him again.

"This is turning you on something fierce, isn't it?" he hissed.

I nodded, breathless.

He'd unclasped my bra and I felt the straps sliding down my arms.

I kissed him again as I let the bra fall, pushing my naked breasts against his bare chest.

"Do you want me to show your breasts to the others?" he whispered.

I nodded, putty in his arms.

And then he spun me around and pulled me hard against him, my ass pressing into his cock through our underwear. His hands cupped my breasts as he kissed my neck.

He tweaked my throbbing nipples, showing me off to the other three guys. And then one hand eased down my body, past my ribs, across my flat tummy, and into my panties. The pressure against my mons was wonderful.

He just touched my clitoral hood with his middle finger before pulling his hand back and stepping away from me.

Three pairs of eyes looked at me, taking in my newly exposed breasts. The dork's mouth was wide open, in awe of my bare breasts standing proud on my chest. The athletes both looked at me and I knew what blue eyes meant by hungry. They wanted to devour me.

I struggled to stand as someone spun the bottle.

It came in waves, the realization that I was standing in just my now very wet panties in front of these men. My nipples ached for another pair of hands or lips on them. My pussy throbbed.

I felt very exposed, in the best way, standing with just my panties covering me. Just my panties hid my aching, wet pussy yearning to be filled from the naked athlete's hard cock. And the others were hardly better, standing around waiting to devour me in just their boxers.

"Those tits," someone reported.

"Oh God," another one said.

"Can I kiss them?" someone asked.

I blushed. I wanted them to do so much more than kiss my tits.

The bottle pointed back to blue eyes. "Heads," someone called.

I quickly freed his cock from his boxers and it didn't disappoint. Long and thick, his beautiful cock pointed straight at me. I wanted to taste it. I wanted all of its eight inches inside me.

But not now. If I fucked him, the game would be over. And I loved the game.

I teased him. With a quick peck on the lips, I looked back at the bottle.

The remaining dork. Tails. I kissed him and teased his cock through his boxers.

The dork again. Heads. I lowered his boxers to find a thick, short monster looking at me. I kissed his cock and then his lips.

The nude athlete. Heads. This was it, the moment of truth. 

I readied myself to be entirely naked in the cool spring air with four naked, eager men sporting erections.

Someone whistled and someone coughed. And then everyone was silent.

The athlete kissed me and then kneeled in front of me, his nose three inches from my panties.

I was so turned on, he must have smelled my musk. "Eat me," I almost screamed. I ached for his touch.

He fingered the waist of my panties at either hip, then, looking into my eyes as though asking permission, he exposed me to the spring air and four pairs of horny eyes.

He kneeled in front of me for a beat before standing. The air was silent, and then.

"Nice ass."

"God, she's naked."

"Holy fuck."

As the athlete stood, he dragged his fingers along my body, up from my ankle to my knee, along the inside of my thigh, lightly across the wet lips of my pussy, through my trimmed pubes, across my belly, along the curve of my breast, and up my collarbone and neck until he reached the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss.

I was like putty. If he'd stepped closer while kissing me and brought his cock to touch me, I'd probably have jumped him there. God, I wanted him to ravage me. Bite my tits, grab my ass. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me there as the others watched my tits swing wildly.

But he didn't.

I moaned and turned around to show the other my body in all its naked glory.

The bottle had been spun and the coin flipped. Heads, the athlete still in boxers.

I pulled off his boxers, making all five of us nude. His cock, maybe six inches long, stood at attention and poked my belly as I kissed him.

Heads again, and the other athlete. "Kiss my cock," he instructed.

The rest of them held their breath. Would I go this far? I was ready to go so much further if only they'd take me there. I wanted these boys. I wanted their cocks, I wanted all of them.

I kissed his cock, right on the head. Salty. His cock twitched. I grasped it in my hands and kissed it again, licking up that salty pre-cum. Then I took a couple of inches of his cock in my mouth, briefly, before standing up.

The bottle pointed to the dork. Heads, again.

"My penis," he stammered. 

I gestured at him to lie down. I got on all fours between his legs, my face at his twitching cock. I licked from the base to the tip and planted a kiss at the head of his cock.

I like cocks, I really do. But I also needed some attention on me. "Spin the bottle, guys," I said. "And the winner should rub my pussy."

I barely had my mouth back on the dork's cock before I felt a pair of hands on my ass. I moaned onto the cock in my mouth.

The hands moved to my hips and I felt a warm cock slide between my legs. I moaned again as whoever was behind me dragged the length of his dick along the folds of my pussy.

"She is so wet," someone murmured behind me. 

I raised my head off the cock in my mouth as I felt the head of the cock behind me reach my wet, gaping entrance.

"Whoa there," I interrupted. "I said rub my pussy."

"You didn't say with what," one of the guys pointed out.

"Fair is fair," I decided, "but stay on the outside."

I returned to the cock in front of me as the man behind me slid his length along my pussy again, teasing my folds and my clit.

I moaned again onto the cock in front of me as the dork thrust into my mouth, groaning.

The man behind me was leaning forward, reaching for my tits. This just pushed the cock deeper into my mouth until it was down my throat and my nose buried in pubic hair.

I hummed with pleasure as the guy behind me pinched my nipples.

That was enough for the dork, who jerked his hips up and sprayed his semen in my mouth.

I sat upright and caught the second and third blasts from his cock on my tits and thighs.

Someone handed me a shirt, which I used to wipe off my mouth and clean up the sticky mess on my chest and legs.

The boys just watched me.

I was so turned on and still hadn't gotten my own release, even after letting three boys cum on me.

I spun the bottle. It was one of the athletes with a tell-tale sheen on his cock. Tails.

He kneeled next to me and put his hands on my shoulders, trying to coax me to lie down. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me prone with him on top so he could slip it into me. And I wanted that, too, but on my own terms.

So I kissed him while kneeling and quickly reached for the bottle again. "Heads," someone called.

Oh joy, I thought, another cock to suck. Another guy getting off without me.

The bottle pointed to blue eyes. "What do you want me to kiss?" I asked, still kneeling.

"I want to kiss your neck," he said softly.

I wanted him to kiss my neck, too. 

"But I want you lying down while I kiss your neck."

I wanted blue eyes to kiss so much more than my neck. I lay flat on my back and he got on all fours with his face just inches from my pussy. I willed him to kiss me there.

He started with a kiss on my hip, then he kissed, slowly, up my belly to my ribs. He kissed my tits, gently at first and then roughly, biting my hard nipples. And then he kissed my collarbone up to my neck.

I moaned. I needed more than kisses. I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring his body against mine. He kept kissing my neck as the weight of his body pressed into me. 

His cock was perfectly aligned with my pussy. A gentle thrust would impale me on his hard rod. We held perfectly still, energized by possibility.

He kissed me on the lips.

"What do you want?" he whispered.

He flexed his dick at my entrance, teasing me.

"Oh God," I panted.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Or should I tease you first?"

"Yes," I breathed again, pulling him closer to me with my legs and arms.

He held his cock still in spite of my effort.

"Fuck me," I hissed.

"Come on top of me," he instructed, and we rolled over.

I sat upright on him, pinning his cock between my dripping pussy and his belly.

I rocked my hips, rubbing my pussy and grinding my clit against the length of his cock.

The two athletes had spun the bottle and flipped a coin. "I'm up next," one of them reported, "and I want you to kiss my cock."

"I'm not moving," I said, and blue eyes agreed, his hands holding my hips firmly where they were.

The athlete came to me and presented his cock, which I took in my hands and licked from base to tip. Then I took the tip in my mouth while looking blue eyes straight in his blue eyes. 

As I eased my way down the length of the cock in my mouth, I lifted my hips off the ground. Letting go of the athlete's cock, I reached for blue eyes' cock. I lifted my hips further and pointed the cock at my wet pussy.

Blue eyes moaned, and so did I, which made the athlete jerk his cock further into my mouth.

I eased my mouth off of the athlete's cock and, with one hand at blue eyes' cock and one hand on the athlete's, I teased all three of us. 

I rubbed blue eyes' cock along my slit, back and forth, catching it each time in my dripping cunt. At first it was just barely entering me, then I let a hair more of his cock into me, and then a bit more, and little by little, the head of his cock slid inside of me and then out and along my slit until it reached my clit, and then back in.

At the same time, I rubbed the athlete's cock along my lips, my tongue, my teeth, teasing him.

After a few minutes of this teasing, when I could hardly bear it any longer, blue eyes gently thrust a little further into me. I needed him. Immediately.

I let go of the athlete and put my hands firmly on blue eyes' chest as I eased myself down onto his cock.

Inch by inch, he stretched me in the most amazing way.

I caught my breath when I had all of him inside of me, and then I leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

When I sat back up, ready to ride him, I caught sight of the two naked athletes, still standing there, cocks at attention, eager for their spin.

"Come here," I said, "and jerk off for me."

I was already riding blue eyes, our bodies slapping together noisily.

"Oh God," I moaned, throwing my head back and feeling my breasts bounce, wantonly on display.

The two athletes stood at either side of us, working their cocks close to my head.

"You like what you see, boys?" I moaned.

"It turns you on to watch him fuck me," I continued.

Blue eyes moved a thumb to my clit and suddenly I was on a different plane.

"He's going to make me cum," I screamed.

"Cum with me," I demanded. "Cum on me."

The athletes moaned as first one then then other unloaded spray after spray of salty cum on my cheeks, my lips, and my tits.

I licked my lips to taste their spunk as I reached my own orgasm.

I screamed.

My juices gushed all over blue eyes' cock.

And then, like a gusher, he came inside me. The first shot set me off again and I came again, and then a third time.

As we all came down from our highs, I watched cum seeping out of my pussy. I ran a finger along the base of his cock, making sure to touch my clit on the way, picking up some of blue eyes' spunk and sending a shiver up both our spines.

I licked my finger, tasting him for the first time. It wouldn't be the last time I tasted his salty sweetness, I decided.

The athletes had gone. We were alone, just me and blue eyes.

I stood up and his cock eased out of me with a slurp.

I pulled on my skirt as blue eyes tugged on his boxers and jeans.

"I have a confession," I started, buttoning my shirt.

"I know," he said, "you put up those flyers."

I handed him my phone. "Put in your number," I insisted, "but not your name."



Spin the Bottle



It was getting late and Sarah was frantically trying on different outfits in her bedroom. She kept tossing clothes to the corner of the room and cursing not finding anything suitable. 

She had been looking forwards to this night for weeks because she would be soon arriving at her best friend, Amy's house, for a Halloween party. Amy's parents were much more liberal than Sarah's and had said that boys could attend the event, but they had to go home by midnight and were not allowed alcohol or drugs. 

Sarah had to find the perfect outfit because she would be competing for attention from other girls there, but she didn't want to appear as though she was desperate. She was 18 years old and proud of her C-cup breasts, although in some bras she thought that her breasts were slightly larger than a C. This meant though that finding an outfit was particularly difficult. 

She tried on tops with plunging fronts, that if she were to move just a little too sharply, her nipples could be slightly exposed or even a whole breast. Yet, she didn't want to appear prudish. 

Finally, after around an hour she decided upon a green flimsy top to match her short black skirt. Although the top was skimpy, Sarah decided not to wear a bra because it wasn't see-through and she knew that she would get the most attention when the boys noticed her breasts bouncing around under the material as she danced or moved around.

Her dad dropped her off at Amy's at 7pm and even though she thought that she was late, it turned out that she was one of the first to arrive. Amy answered the door herself and happily greeted Sarah,

"Hi, you look wonderful. I love your top." Sarah knew that this meant that Amy was jealous. Amy too had perfectly shaped breasts, but hers were a B-cup and Sarah could see that she was wearing a bra under her tight white T-shirt. On numerous occasions Sarah had told Amy not to wear a bra at a party because the boys would be unable to look away, but Amy was far too self-conscious despite being painfully beautiful. It wasn't that the girls were interested in each others breasts, but there were times when it was unavoidable not to take a glace at the competition (especially in the gym changing room).

"Are your parents in?" Sarah enquired, still stood on the doorstep. 

"Oh, you just missed them. They're going to the movies and then for a meal so we're good to have fun until at least 11." Amy smiled and ushered Sarah in to her house where 2 people from her class were already sheepishly chatting amongst themselves. Around 20 minutes passed until the doorbell rang again. Up until that point Amy had been desperately trying to get the party going and break the ice amongst the 4 people who had turned up. Amy ran to the door and welcomed in 2 people who Sarah had never seen before. She assumed that they went to a different college and were just friends of Amy.

One was a girl who had ignored the rule, which Sarah had adhered to, of not looking desperate by wearing an almost non-existent top that accentuated her ample breasts and a tiny skirt that rested high against her tanned thighs. 

She was accompanied by an unbearably handsome boy who wore a top that showed off his toned stomach and large arms. Sarah hoped that the two new guests weren't a couple because she really liked what she saw in the athletic build of the boy. Amy was clearly disappointed that only 5 people had shown up to her party, but she accepted that the date had clashed with some major sports event that was taking place in the town centre. It cheered her up to think that more people would have turned up if she hadn't arranged the party at a time when most people would want to watch the local football time in the state final. 

Amy was determined that the night would not be ruined. After all it was not every weekend that her parents went out and let her have the house to herself for a night. Amy spent time going around the room, offering snacks and small-talk. 

"Don't you just hate Science class?" Sarah too was determined to make something out of the night and tried to get a conversation going with the group.

"Yeah, I can't stand it. I hate our teacher. Oh, my name's Andrew by the way and this is Claire my work-mate." Sarah was relieved to find out the name of the boy who had just arrived and overjoyed to discover that Claire, in her revealing outfit, was just a colleague and not a girlfriend.

"Our teacher is awful too." David was in the same class as Sarah and it wasn't like him to speak out in groups. Usually he was shy and quiet, but on this occasion he was quite open. 

The group began to ease and talk openly about college, their part-time jobs and anything else that took their fancy. Only John remained quiet. Like David he was in the same classes at college as Amy and Sarah, yet he was even shyer than David. The group just sat around talking aimlessly about anything and everything for about an hour. 

Andrew sat himself near to David and John and they happily chatted about sports and Andrew's job at the mall with Claire. 

"Me and Claire work at the new music shop at the mall...that's where we met Amy. She came in shopping and invited us both here." Andrew explained why exactly he was present at the poorly attended party whilst David and John listened. Meanwhile Claire sat with Amy and Sarah talking quietly about which of the boys they fancied. All 3 of the girls were virgins except Claire had given her ex-boyfriend a handjob, so she thought of herself as the expert in the group.

"Andrew has the best body, but I wouldn't say no to David or John." Claire made her feelings known to the girls and they took turns to take sly glances at the boys and sum them up. More time passed and Amy was worried that the two groups were not mingling. She had hoped for at least 50 people to turn up and now she just wanted for the boys and girls to sit together and maybe snog.

Eventually Claire spoke out to the group in a bid to liven things up a little,

"Everybody, why don't we play spin the bottle? I know it's a bit childish, but it could be fun." Claire's suggestion was met with nods of approval from the entire group who were thankful that they would be able to get a snog without the effort of small-talk and flirting. 

"Come on everybody, sit in a circle. You all know the rules don't you?" Claire smiled and looked around the circle.

"Ermm, if the bottle points to you then you have to snog the person that the bottle points to on its next spin." John's version of the rules made Claire burst out laughing although nobody else seemed to understand what was so funny. John went red and went back to being quiet and shy.

"When I was younger I used to play that version, but now its strip spin the bottle. It'll be fun." Claire explained her intentions and nobody wanted to be the one who wussed out and said no so she continued with the new rules,

"It's an easy game. If the bottle points to you then you have to remove one item of clothing. Socks, shoes and jewellery are not included as clothing though." She smiled again and asked if everybody was okay with the game. Once again she assured everybody that it would be fun. 

Everybody was unsure about the idea of taking of their clothes in front of a room full of their peers, but nobody could be the one who raised the concern. All of the boys were virgins too and had fantasies of moments like this occurring, but now that it was happening they all got the shyness of John.

Amy went to the kitchen and got a small coca cola bottle and handed it to Claire. 

"Ok who wants to spin first?" Sarah volunteered. She was petrified that the bottle would land on her first as she wasn't wearing a bra and didn't want to be sat there in her tiny black panties in front of these 3 boys.

She span the bottle and time stood still as it went around the circle. It landed on John. He was too shy and taken aback from his humiliation of saying the game was about snogging to refuse to comply. He removed his shirt. All of the girls took short glances at his toned chest and began to get hot under the collar. John took the next spin and it landed on Andrew. He was proud of his body and so took of his shirt without any delay.

"Looks like this will be a good game for us," Amy was loosening up as it was the boys who appeared to be coming off worse. Andrew took the next spin and it landed on Claire. She stood up in her place and unzipped the back of her short skirt, letting it slip over her tanned, beautiful legs and land on the floor. None of the boys knew where to look. Just before she sat down again and crossed her legs, each of the boys had a look at her small pink panties that only just barely covered her pussy and displayed most of her toned buttocks. Claire spun the bottle next and the group waited until it landed on David. Like the two boys before him he opted to remove his shirt. 

He took the next spin and it landed on Sarah. She was glad she wasn't the first girl to expose her panties, but knew that she was only one spin away from revealing her perfect breasts to the group. She too stood up and slipped her black skirt to the floor. All of the boys shyly looked at the thin fabric that came between them and Sarah's pussy. She quickly sat down and crossed her legs.

Sarah's spin of the bottle landed back on Claire who remained seated. She lifted her top up over her head and the boys were left to glance at her bra clad breasts. It was a mystery how they didn't just burst out of her bra. Every breath she took made them heave upwards. David was certain that he caught a slight glimpse of her nipple poking through the thin fabric of her bra, but looked away quickly out of shyness.

She spun and it pointed directly to Amy. Amy wasn't going to be the one to break the tradition of the night and so she stood up and removed her skirt. It fell to the floor and the boys all looked up at the white lace panties that only just covered her pussy from their gaze. She sat back down like Claire and Sarah and ten spun the bottle. It landed on John. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was going to protest.

"Errm, do I have to take my trousers off? I mean it, err..." before John had a chance to explain himself, Claire interrupted,

"What's the matter John? Us three girls are sat here and you've seen all of our panties. You've also seen the majority of my tits. So it is only fair that you take off your trousers or else you should have opted out at the start of the game."

Gingerly John stood up and unbuttoned his jeans letting them fall to the floor. He seemed frozen in front of the group as the girls all blatantly stared at his bulging underwear. John sat down and crossed his legs, but it made no difference because his excitement could still be seen by anybody looking his way. 

In an attempt to pretend that he didn't have a throbbing hardon he spun the bottle. It landed on Amy. She felt much better in taking off her tight, white top now that John had just stood up with a bulging hardon in his pants. She lifted her top over her head and revealed a smallish, yet perfectly full set of bra clad breasts. She took her spin of the bottle and it landed on Andrew. 

He stood up and revealed the same bulge that John had done previously except that his looked even larger. He quickly sat down and took the next spin. It landed on Sarah. Her heart sunk, but she wanted to get it over with quickly so she peeled off her loose green top and revealed the most perfect set of tits that the boys had even seen. Amy noticed Andrew and John's pants were moving as their hardon's raged at the sight of Sarah's perfect, young breasts. As she went to spin the bottle the boys watched her tits move and jiggle. This caused more visible throbbing. It landed on David. It was an easy task for him because John and Andrew had gone before him so he stood up and revealed another bulging crotch to the room. He took his seat and then his spin.

It landed on Claire. She reached around and unclasped her bra, freeing another pair of large, perfect tits to the boys and their covered erections. She spun the bottle and it landed on Amy. Just like Sarah and Claire she chose to reveal her tits and leave her pussy hidden. Her tits were perky and her nipples were slightly puffy. The three boys sat there in awe, looking at the three sets of beautiful tits that sat before them. No real conversations had taken place since the game had commenced and so it made people jump when Amy spoke,

"Looks like the game is about to get interesting!" Everybody else thought that the game was already interesting, but they knew what she meant. Amy took her spin and it landed on John. He was fed up of being the first, but thought better of complaining. He stood up and took of his underpants. His erection sprung free and stood out pointing at the girls. He sat back down, but the girls could still glance at his hardon pointing up to his belly-button. 

"Can I get dressed now?" John asked.

"Haha, no way, if it lands on you now you have to do a forfeit. The person who spins gets to choose the forfeit." Claire's further instructions left John sat in front of the group with his fully erect penis on display.

John took his spin and it landed back on Amy. Once again she might have resisted, but she glanced at John and his hard cock and then slipped off her panties. The boys didn't get to see much because she remained seated and crossed her legs quickly. She spun the bottle and it pointed to Andrew. 

He tried to adopt Amy's method of staying seated, but his large erection pointed right up from behind his crossed legs and so the girls got to see everything anyway. He spun and it landed on Claire.

Claire had been the most outgoing all night and so it was no surprise that she stood up to remove her panties. The boys all stared at Claire's completely shaven pussy and Amy noticed Andrew's erection throbbing against his stomach.

Claire took the bottle and gave it a spin. It landed on Sarah who was too shy to stand. She removed her panties and the boys got no joy in seeing what she had to offer. She took her spin and it landed on David. He stayed sat down and lifted his pants over his hardon that bounced free and pointed skywards.

The 3 boys and 3 girls sat there for a moment, glancing quickly at the naked bodies in front of them. The girls looked at the three erections whilst the boys sized-up the 3 sets of perfect tits that sat before them.

"Ok David, give it a spin then. Remember, we do forfeits now." Claire reminded David that the game was yet to continue. David gave it a spin and it landed on Sarah. "Now what?" David asked.

"Give Sarah a forfeit David. It's easy," Claire said.

"Yeah, but like what?"

"Anything you like. If she refuses to do whatever it is then she admits that she is frigid and a loser. If she does it then she stays in the game. Really, it's easy," Calire urged.

David understood the rules, as did everybody else, but he was too shy to just dare Sarah to give him a blowjob so he kept it simple.

"Sarah, your forfeit is to squeeze Amy's boobs." It was the best that David could think of. 

Sarah looked at Amy and then leaned over and cupped both of her tits and squeezed and kneaded them for about 20 seconds. Sarah then took her spin of the bottle and it landed back on David. She knew why David had given her such an easy dare, but he had a throbbing erection, so she thought better of giving him an equally boring one. 

"David I dare you to play with and suck on both of Claire's tits for 2 minutes." David stood up and walked across the circle with his hardon pointing straight ahead of him. He sat next to Claire and cupped her warm, ample breasts and began squeezing them. He licked her nipples and sucked them. The rest of the group just sat there watching. After around 2 minutes, David released Claire's nipple from his mouth and went back to his place in the circle. Claire took her spin of the bottle and it landed on Amy.

"Amy I dare you to give John a handjob for 2 minutes." Amy had never touched an erection before and so she was nervous of the challenge set before her. She stood up and walked over to John. This gave the boys a chance to look at her perfect, shaved pussy and firm ass. She sat next to John who sat with his legs outstretched in front of him. Amy put wrapped her soft hand around his erection and began to give the handjob. 

Suddenly, on what must have been only her 5th stroke, John sighed quietly and spurt after spurt of his warm cum was pumped around the circle. Most of it landed on John, but a large proportion landed on Amy's tits and stomach. 

Once again John was left embarrassed at being the first, but everybody else was now much more relaxed. Amy went back to her place in the circle and sat down. She was far too excited and curious to bother cleaning the cum of her body and so she sat there with it rolling around her puffy nipples and on to her flat stomach.

John, who still had an erection, took his spin of the bottle. It landed on Sarah. He really was unsure what to dare her. After all he had just been made to cum in front of the group and was now sat there was wads of cum on his cock and chest. He shot a glance at Amy and saw that his cum was still glistening around her tits and had made its way down to her legs and inner thigh.

"Ok Sarah I dare you to finger Claire." Time stood still.

"No way, I'm not a lesbian," Sarah protested. "I'll do anything, but not touch another girl.

"I've just been made to cum in front of you all and your complaining that your dare is too harsh! Doesn't this mean that she is out of the game Claire?" 

"I'm afraid so Sarah." Claire was happy that Sarah wouldn't do the dare, as she too was uneasy with being touched by another girl. Sarah took a deep sigh and walked over to where Claire was sitting.

"Fine, fine, I'll do it because I'm not a wuss John!" Uneasily Claire opened her legs and the boys got a first class view of her pussy. It was as perfect as her breasts. Completely shaved and smooth. Sarah ran her fingers over Clair's pussy and easily slipped one finger in.

Sarah could not believe how wet Clair's pussy was. Sarah knew that her own pussy was wet from watching John cum all over Amy's tits, but this was far more. She moved her finger in and out slowly, carefully brushing against Clair's clit with her thumb. This show, like John's, was short lived as Claire was unable to withhold a moan as she started to orgasm in response to Sarah's hand touching her sensitive clit. Sarah removed her now wet finger and went back to her place in the circle. She prayed that the bottle would land on John so she could get revenge for her lesbian show. It hadn't really sunk in that she had just made an attractive girl orgasm by fingering her pussy in front of a three boys with hardons. When she began to think about it, her pussy became like Claire's and she ached to be touched.

Sarah took her spin and it landed on Andrew. Sarah thought for a moment of what to dare. Should she be cruel and make him do something gay or be selfish and ask him to be the first boy to lick her pussy or let her friend Amy have some fun?

"Andrew I dare you to suck on Amy's clit until she cums." Not even Claire could believe how outgoing Sarah had become, but Amy was secretly ecstatic. John walked over, his erection moving to and thro, and sat in front of Amy. He urged her to open her legs and took a little lick at her pussy. Then he licked her whole pussy before finding her clit and doing as he was instructed by Sarah. 

Unlike Claire, Amy was unable to stay quiet during the act and moaned loudly whilst Andrew's tongue circled and flicked her clit. Amy came even quicker than Claire and her moans almost became screams of ecstasy. Andrew took his tongue away from Amy's soaking pussy and went back to his place. 




Spin the Bottle



Alex hated parties. HATED them. All his friends went to parties and had incredible fun, while Alex sat in the corner sipping a lite beer wishing he was home. He couldn't help it. He wanted to fit in, but when those sorts of situations arose he felt awkward and humiliated. So, when he was invited by a group of friends to a party that was going to be held at one of their places, at first he was reluctant to go, knowing that he would end up looking forward to going only to wish to God that he could go home five minutes in. Knowing this, he only felt guilty because it was a group of people who held very private parties, and Alex felt privileged to be invited. 

As always, it was mainly couples who attended: Michael and Johanna, Kitch and Alice, Erinn and Joseph and Tess and James. Alex knew that he would feel dumb going to a couples party without a couple, but he had had enough disastrous encounters with the opposite sex to last him a good many years, so he decided to stiff it out and TRY to enjoy himself. 

The party was scheduled for 7:00pm Wednesday night, and the date slowly approached ever closer as Alex went to work and came home. On the night he decided to go for the casual look, wearing a simple white shirt and brown shorts with a black jacket. He drove out there and arrived at almost precisely 7:00. He got out of his car feeling pleased with himself that he was being so prompt, and knocked on the door. 

Johanna, since the party was being held at her place, opened the door, smiling broadly when she saw who it was. 

"Hey," she said, opening the door to let him in. "Welcome to the party."

"Uh...thanks," said Alex, already feeling awkward as he walked in. Everybody was already there. Alice was sitting in Kitch's lap, while Erinn, Joseph, Tess and James sat around the small table in the centre of the apartment. There were four bedrooms, which surprised Alex for such a small room. 

"Hey everyone!" said Johanna. "Look who's here!"

"Hey! It's Alex!" said everyone happily, with Michael raising his glass. 

"Uh...hi," said Alex, awkwardly.

"OK. Now that everyone is here, we can start games!" said Johanna. "Alex, there are drinks in the fridge: help yourself," she said to him, lightly touching his arm.

Alex had to look at the ceiling to keep from blushing. Being a virgin at a clearly NON-virgin party was difficult, and it didn't help that all the girls there were smoking hot. Johanna had long, shapely legs that went all the way up to her hips and small but prominent breasts that were concealed behind a tight t-shirt bearing the slogan: "Angels on Earth". He hurried to the back to grab a drink, hurriedly sucking on the opening of the bottle. 

Everyone was gathering in a circle on the small area of cleared floor, so Alex joined them, sitting between James and Kitch. Johanna went into one of the rooms and came out holding a shining silver bottle. 

"We're not going to play spin the bottle are we?" said Alex jokingly to James.

James laughed. "No," he scoffed. "How old do you think we are?"

Alex grinned.

"That bottle there gets spun and picks out two people. Then, those two people have to fuck."

Alex spat out the beer he was drinking in shock.

"What?!" he spluttered.

"That's the game. We do it at every party we have," said James calmly as Johanna sat down between Alice and Tess. "We spin the bottle until everybody has a partner, then we go off into the rooms and have casual sex."

"But...what...but...if it lands on two...guys??" said Alex, choking.

James laughed. 

"No, it's only girl on guy tonight."

Johanna placed the bottle in the centre of the circle and gave it a mighty spin.

Alex watched in shock as it slowly stopped, pointing directly at him.

Everyone woo-ed and cheered and slapped him on the back. 

Alex stood up straight away. 

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Na-uh. I didn't realise you guys would be playing SEX games!" 

"Sit down Alex!" said Kitch laughing and pulling on his arm. "You'll get used to it!"

Alex was pulled to the ground and before he could do anything else, Johanna spun the bottle again. Round and round it turned, coming to rest pointing clearly at an area of wall between Alice and Johanna.

Everyone was silent for a minute. 

"Wow," said Tess. "That's never happened before."

"I guess that means he gets both of them," said Joseph grinning.

"What??" said Alex, his eyes boggling.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Alice and Johanna stood up, seemingly oblivious to Alex's mental disbelief.

Alex found himself staring, with eyes that were still boggling, at Alice and Johanna, who were sitting on the queen-sized bed. 

Alice sighed and looked at her watch. 

Leaning forward towards Alex, she said: "Alex. It's been nearly ten minutes and you haven't said or done anything. Are you OK?"

Alex just stared blankly.

The sounds of thumping and high pitched muffled screams echoed though the wall of the adjacent bedroom.

Alice sighed again. 

"Well, I came here for sex and I'm not leaving here without it. Johanna?"

Johanna turned to look at Alice. 

Alice put her hand on Johanna's face and leaned in, passionately kissing her. Johanna moaned, kissing her back and running her fingers through Alice's hair as they lay down slowly on the bed. Alice's hand moved gradually down from Johanna's face to her crotch, which she roughly gripped and massaged. Johanna, who seemed to like this, moaned even harder, rolling over on top of Alice, grabbing her breasts and running her hands over them.

Alice giggled, and Johanna sat up, straddling her, and took off her shirt.

Two of the most sumptuous, spectacular, delicious breasts Alex had ever seen tumbled out from underneath, bouncing up and down as if in slow motion as she moved. Her nipples were small, but standing on end as they disappeared inside Alice's warm mouth. While taking her breasts in her mouth, Alice fumbled at both Johanna's and her own zippers on their shorts, revealing a portion of the underwear concealed beneath it. Alex was surprised to see that Johanna had very luxuriant red lace panties on, while Alice had plain flower-imprint white. It was this sight that broke Alex out of his trance, and sent him scrambling to rip off all his clothes and jump desperately onto the bed. If this was going down, he didn't want to miss being a part of it. 

He ran his hands nervously over Johanna's exposed back, and jumped when she spun around and wrapped her arms around him.

The feeling of flesh on flesh at that moment was a feeling Alex would never, ever forget. He was most surprised at the warmth she radiated, which is something you just can't replicate when you're at home practicing. 

She leant in and pressed her lips against his, and only after a second did Alex realise she was kissing him. Cursing himself, he tried desperately to simulate something similar to what he'd seen in the movies. After a while, Johanna broke off.

"Have you EVER kissed someone?" she asked.

"Umm...no," said Alex, ashamed.

"Look," she said. "Alice and I are here for sex. We want to get the best sex we can get from whoever we're with. We'll show you how to do it so good you'll even have that prissy slut Marlene from Floor 32 crying out for more!"

"Yeah," said Alice grinning. "When you kiss, you just need to let go of what you're thinking, and let what you're FEELING take over. How you truly feel for someone is expressed only through feeling and not through thought. Like this..."

She leaned into Alex and tenderly pressed her lips to his, starting slow then pressing harder against his face. Alex felt her tongue slide though his lips, pressing against his teeth and the roof of his mouth. All thoughts seemed to melt away in that kiss, and Alex felt his own tongue pressing into Alice's mouth, which accepted it gratefully and caressed it.

That kiss seemed to go on for ever, and was even more perfect than Alex could have even DREAMED it to be. When Alice broke away, Alex kept his eyes shut, savouring the taste of Alice's mouth and the strawberries she had eaten before sitting down to start playing the game.

He opened his eyes wide when he felt the place Johanna kissed next. 

"That was brilliant," said Alice, sighing deeply, but Alex was having a hard time concentrating as Johanna's head kept bobbing up and down. Alice, realising what was happening, smiled broadly and started kissing his chest. 

"Oh god," whispered Alex as he felt himself cumming. At the last possible moment, Johanna pulled away, robbing Alex of a climax. 

"Not yet," she said coyly, leaning back and sliding her shorts and panties off. She was now completely naked, legs spread invitingly before him. 

It was the most beautiful sight Alex had ever seen. Her tanned legs blended perfectly into her upper thighs which continued to shapely hips and a rounded ass. Her stomach was flat, rising slightly where her ribs began then curved off at her spectacular breasts. Her long arms and hands were caressing the inside of her legs, her mouth open slightly as she stared alluringly at him.

Alex, almost salivating at the sight, quickly lay down on top of her, using his hands to guide his dick into position. But Johanna pushed him away, saying: "Nah-uh. Not yet. First, you have to go down on a lady." 

With that, she pressed his head downwards to between her legs so that a neatly cut bush was rubbing against his face. 

He had never in his whole life been this close to a woman's pussy before, and he didn't know how to make heads nor tails of it. It smelled oddly alluring somehow, so Alex hesitantly decided to kiss the folds of flesh he saw before him. 

Johanna's head said from somewhere north: "That's it. Kiss, lick and suck the area around first...then move in...ahhh..." 

She gasped in pleasure as Alex began to familiarise himself with her area. From cautious kisses to broad licks, by the time Johanna thought he was competent enough Alex could practically tie knots in her labia with his tongue. Leaving her weak kneed, Alex slowly extracted himself from her feeling rather pleased.

"Don't forget about me hot stuff!" said Alice, pulling Alex's head down between her legs.

Alice was shorter than Johanna, but no less attractive. She had small slightly chubby legs and nice, tight breasts that she loved to show off. She always wore tight pants, which is what attracted Alex to her in the first place, and he always longed to know what was under those gorgeous stretched trousers. 

Now, he was millimetres away from the area he had always dreamed of seeing. 

Her bush was also trimmed to a neat little brown patch, and she had a small slit that was her pussy. It seemed to breathe in and out to the motion of Alice's body, and Alex dove in aggressively, making her cry out. 

"Uh...yeah...that's it! Right there! Oh!!"

She clamped her legs onto Alex's head tightly, wrapping them around his neck, thrusting her hips into his mouth as he brought her closer and closer to a bone-shaking climax.

Her fingers ran though his hair and her legs pressed together tighter as her body shook with the built up energy that only sex could release.

At the last possible moment, Alex stopped.

"WHAT?" gasped Alice. "What are you doing??"

Alex smiled. "Two can play at that game..."

Alice pouted and pressed him into the bed, sitting astride him over his quivering dick. Johanna sat in front of her, on Alex's chest, pressing her drenched pussy down on his sternum. Alice reached around Johanna's waist and started fingering her, while Alex rubbed his hands up and down Johanna's thighs, relishing this sight.

Because Johanna blocked his view, Alex could only rely on feel to determine what Alice was doing.

With shocked excitement, he felt the rubber of an extra-large condom being rolled onto his dick. For a few moments after, he felt nothing, then the soft, warm feeling of the inside of Alice's pussy. 

It was absolutely unbelievable. Alice pressed her body right up behind Johanna, and they both moved up and down in a steady rhythm that made Alex almost scream with amazement. 

Slowly they started, then gradually got faster and faster, Alice whimpering as the moment approached. Alex pushed himself into a sitting position, sandwiching Johanna back between Alice, who remained where she was. Alex wrapped his arms around them both, pressing his face into Johanna's breasts which were still moist from Alice's mouth. She enveloped his head in her arms, sliding her body up and down Alex's torso.

Alice, with her arms still around Johanna, continued to finger her desperately, bringing her closer and closer to the orgasm that was rapidly approaching her. Alice's whimperings had now become high pitched panting as she rammed herself down on Alex's hard dick. She only had a relatively small pussy, and Alex had a surprisingly large penis, which meant that everything had to stretch a little bit more than it usually had to, but increased the pleasure she was receiving ten-fold. It was difficult to remain focussed on fingering Johanna, giving her but a taste of what Alice was experiencing. It was indescribable. She could feel pressure beginning to build deep in her belly, slowly spreading to her legs and the tips of her toes all the way to her arms and fingers. 

Finally, after what seemed like an age, she broke into orgasm. She through her head back and let out one last scream as every muscle in her body tightened and released. 

She had had orgasms before, but none of this magnitude. Her fingers stiffened, bringing Johanna to orgasm as well. 

And, in the midst of all this pleasure, Alex came. The condom may have protected Alice, but it was the biggest load he had ever shot. He almost laughed in relief. 

Here he was, press-ganged into having sex with two GORGEOUS women and he hadn't buggered up once. It had gone better than he ever could have imagined. He was happy, and Alice and Johanna looked pretty happy too. Sweat was trickling down Alice's forehead as she fell back off Alex's dick, causing Johanna to fall back as well. 

"Now THAT," panted Alice, "is how you have sex."

The next day, strange thumpings and loud pantings could be heard coming from the office on the 32nd floor. People passing pressed their ears to the door in confusion, finding it locked. It went on for nearly two hours when the door finally unlocked and a sweaty, dishevelled Marlene emerged followed by an extremely satisfied Alex.

The End



Spin The Bottle



We had met online and had gotten to know each other a little bit. They were a couple living about 40 minutes away. I had been looking for an attractive couple, hoping to have a threesome and they were about the most attractive I could see, judging by their photos. We swapped emails for a couple weeks, even spoke on the phone a few times; just enough to know that there was good potential.

Lily and Herm were about my age and roughly the same background. Lily talked about wanting to play their version of spin-the-bottle, for which I said I was game. Trouble was, I really had no idea what that might entail. So it was that I went to their house at their first invitation, excited, but not really knowing what to expect.

Meeting them was polite and genteel as expected. It was also a little awkward. How do you greet a couple that you're meeting with the intention of getting intimate?

Anyway, once we moved past meeting each other, we had to find a way to break the uncomfortable tension. Sweet Lily, bless her heart, opened a bottle of wine. That alone began to melt the ice. We began talking about what wines we like and what we like to have with wine. How could Herm and I have been so dense? While Herm and I were making nicey nice about various red wines, Lily came out with, "I like to have sex with wine."

OK, that sure was an ice breaker. It came out so matter of factly too. She just stated it as if she liked her red wine with veal or game.

Herm and I laughed a little nervously. Aren't the guys supposed to be more forward? While we waited to see who would speak next, Lily got up and sashayed out of the room. She was back in a flash carrying an empty green Bordeaux wine bottle. 

She sat down Indian style on the living room carpet, placed the bottle on the floor in front of her and said, "OK guys. Time to spin."

She explained to me that she would spin first, and whoever the bottle pointed to would be required to do what she asked. She spun and mercifully, the bottle stopped pointed at Herm.

"OK, Herm, take off your shirt."

Without hesitation, Herm stood up and removed his shirt. He had an average build. I was glad he wasn't fat. Too often people posted old photos online and they've gained 15 pounds since. Not these two.

Then Herm spun, and again mercifully, the bottle stopped at Lily. I expected him to tell Lily to take off her T-shirt, but he surprised me (and I think her too) by telling her to remove her jeans. She didn't bother to get up. She just leaned back, unsnapped her jeans and stripped them off.

Whoa! What great legs. And she had on a pair of panties that would be hard to call panties. All they really were was a couple of small, brightly colored triangles of cloth attached by cloth strings. It was hard not staring. And it was getting hard staring too. Down boy!

Lily then spun and it pointed to Herm again. "Off with your jeans, big guy."

Herm wasn't nearly as adept as Lily so he stood up and stripped to his undies. He then spun and wouldn't you know it, Lily won again. "And off with your shirt, Lil."

Whereas I was relieved that the bottle hadn't pointed to me at first, it was now getting uncomfortable that I was the only one fully dressed. Lily spun and before the bottle stopped, she grabbed it making sure it stopped at me. We all broke out in laughter because it was just such a spontaneous and cute gesture. I also laughed a nervous laugh. What would she ask for?

"OK, mister. Take off all your clothes," she commanded.

"All?"

"Everything," she said emphatically. I thought of the Randy Newman song, You Can Keep Your Hat On. Had it been playing in the background I might even have done a sexy little strip tease to it.

As nervous as I was once I was naked, they both put me at ease with murmurs or approval it my bod. That was so nice of them.

OK my turn, finally. I spun and it pointed to Lily. I asked her to remove the rest of her clothes, which she did so quickly and matter-of-factly that I barely had time to notice her cute wispy little bra. God, she had a great figure. I was now half hard and didn't know if I should hide it or show it off.

Lily spun and it pointed to Herm, whom she had get naked too. So, here we were, the three of us nude and spinning a bottle that was determining who would do what and to whom.

Herm spun to Lily and had her stand up, turn around with her feet shoulder width apart, and bend over slowly til she could touch the floor with her hands. As she did so, she looked back at both of us with a big, seductive smile.

Lily then spun to me. "Stand up with your hands on your hips."

I did so and she came over and knelt in front of me. She reached up and took my semi-hard cock in her hand, smiled looking directly into my eyes, and slipped it into her sweet mouth. Oh my! My legs almost buckled. She bobbed her head a few times which caused my head to roll skywards in passion. Where did Herm ever find such a goddess?

With my cock still glistening from Lily's sweet mouth, I had to spin. And it pointed to Lily. "Lie back and put your hands under your head," I ordered.

Doing this made her modest boobs looks so wonderful. I wasn't half hard anymore. I then kissed my way down from that sweet hollow where her neck meets her shoulder, til I got to her boob. I took her nipple between my lips and sucked it gently. She made the sweetest sound as I did, something that always turns me on.

That didn't last long, certainly not long enough. Lily then spun to me. "Go touch Herm's cock."

Uh oh, the moment of truth. Somehow Lily had sensed two things about me. First, I adore having a woman be mildly dominant, or at least taking charge sexually. It tells me what she likes so it takes a lot of the guesswork out of trying to figure out what turns her on. And second, I have been bi-curious for a long time. Maybe even bi-eager would be a better term. Did Lily look into my imagination to know these things? She was good.

Herm stood as I approached. Without thinking about it a lot, I sunk to my knees so that his cock was at my eye level. I had never been his close to another man's cock before. Herm put his hands on his hips like I had. I reached out and held it gently, but instead of just touching it, I did something that surprised, no shocked, even me. I put the head of his dick into my mouth. I just sucked it gently, feeling the soft velvety head, and feeling his cock grow a little bit.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine myself doing this. I actually had imagined myself being taken in the ass, almost by force, by another guy, but this was so different. This was my choice; and this was right in my face!

"OK, that's enough. Game over. Get your asses into the bedroom. Matty, you've mastered this game."

I wanted to take that bottle home as a souvenir. 



Spin the Bottle



"Are you serious? that's like half a bottle!"

Oh boy, once again Stacy is going to accelerate the entertainment level, as always a couple of hundred miles beyond what I'm comfortable with. But what the hell; we only live once.

"We'll share it then, but let's make it quick so we can start playing."

"I'll have a sip please."

That's quite a sip, so Emily is serious about this to, but I'm gonna take it slow. Stacy on the other hand seems inclined to speed up the proceedings and probably make this the last time I play any dare game with her.

"yipeee! lets play, I'll start."

Please let it be a moderate first obligation, I don't wanna wake up in a couple of hours with a pizza slice on my cheek and a t-shirt soaked in beer like last time.

"I promise I wont make any drinking challenges today, -well not so many. Alright here we go... the one to whom the bottle points must take off her panties, it shouldn't be a problem since we are all wearing skirts."

"Eeew!"

"Stacy you queer exhibitionistic slut I'll get you for this!"

This is by far the most insane suggestion Stacy has ever come up with, -we are in the middle of a public park for christ's sake! And what's more I get the feeling she hasn't even started. But it looks like I am staying out of harms way for now, the bottle seems to be pointing at Anne. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind sneaking a peek at her pussy, or Stacy's, or Emily's... I think I'll open another bottle of wine.

"There you go baby!"

"Yeah go Emily, go Emily!"

"Thank you guys, but I think I'll sit like this instead."

Okay maybe this isn't so bad after all, I guess I like the idea as long as we are just teasing. The thought of briefly showing my slit to the girls, -and whoever is around, is a bit of a turn on actually.

"Okay my turn then, it's the same rule that Stacy made, except if you're not wearing panties already, you must spread your thighs and run a dry finger through your slit, and then show it to the rest of us, if it is wet you are not allowed to close your legs again."

"No way that's insane!"

"There are no rules in this game other than the ones we make, remember?"

"I like it, come on what are the odds it hits you twice in a row Emily?"

Emily looks a little uncomfortable with Anne's idea, but I think she is the only one who doesn't like it, I for one must admit that I hope she is wet, -I know I am. I am really feeling rather excited all over right now, I know I will get even more excited if she has to do it, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. On top of that I really wish it was me in that situation, but okay, if it hits me I have to take off my panties and no one says I have to keep my legs closed all the time...

"Stacy you're it."

"My pleasure."

"Well you can't say she's not co-operative."

"Well I try my best."

Oh god! Stacy has the same idea I had, there is no sign she's going to close her legs again, I only wish I could see better from here. So it's my turn, I like this idea very much, so I think I'm gonna stick with it. What makes it increasingly exciting is that now there is a fifty percent chance that either Anne or Stacy has to make the wet test.

But the result is actually even better, it turns out I have to take my panties off now. Fuck this feels good! you are very welcome to sneak all the glances you want. Oh yeah Emily is looking, I think I'll spread them just a little more for her.

"Okay three down one pair to go."

"Unless I make a new rule of course... but I guess that would be unfair seeing as I'm the only one still wearing panties, so here we go."

"That's a girl."

Wow! The bottle is pointing at Emily, so now she has to take the wet test! This is so hot, the distance between her knees is slowly increasing, the soles of her bare feet are touching as her knees almost meet the ground. Now her finger is sliding along her soft thigh on it's way to her slit, which I'm guessing she has waxed since the skin has exactly the same color as the rest of her smooth body -not a sign of hair.

No one says a word as she slowly spreads her lips further, but it is clear to this breathless crowd even before she runs it through her slit and shows the finger -glistening in the sun, that she will not be allowed to close her thighs, -the test was positive.

"Ahem, I guess its my turn again, the one to whom the bottle points must help Anne get her panties off."

"Hmm okay I guess it's only fair."

It turns out Stacy must help Anne with her panties, and now the mood is a bit more easygoing again, but I wouldn't say it's back to what it was, because I have no doubt that Emily and I are not the only ones here who are extremely aroused. I have to move my skirt away from underneath me so that it wont get soaked in my juices. Oh my god felling the soft grass against my naked butt is just awesome. Anne has been so kind as to lift up her skirt and now she is lifting her butt from the grass while Stacy is slowly removing her panties.

"Alright so now were all exposed, ahem Emily maybe a bit more, it's my turn now, but before I spin the bottle I'd like to make a toast, here is to july the 14th -the national nude day!"

"Cheers!"

"I have decided that the one to whom the bottle points must go to the end of the pier, remove her skirt and take a pee in front of the passing ships."

"Wow!"

"Crazy!"

"Here we go."

"Well Sandra it's you."

Oh shit! There is no way around this. The soft grass feels nice on my bare feet, I'm really surprisingly happy about this and I think I feel a drop of my juice sliding down my thigh as I'm now approaching the pier.

Thank god, I'm the only one here, ouch! the wood is really hot under my bare feet, guess I'll have to sit on my skirt 'cos I don't wanna burn my cute little butt.

The view is really beautiful from here; one, two, three... I can see at least ten small ships from here oh, and the girls have moved closer to the peer, it looks like they will make sure that I have my privacy, that makes me feel a little more relaxed. Although 'relaxed' is probably not a way to describe my condition. Butterflies are going crazy in my tummy, my heart is pounding, It's a strange feeling actually, firstly I'm afraid someone will get mad at me and maybe they'll put me in jail. On the other hand, the thought of people watching my almost naked body as I pee with my legs wide open really excites me.

So I'm gonna do it. My skirt is discreetly sliding down revealing my butt, it feels awesome to be almost naked right here in public, so I'll stand like this a few seconds before I sit down. I'll scoot my butt forward so hopefully I'll pee straight into the water and not hit the wood or my skirt. Ah, the feel of the warmth from the wood caressing my naked butt through the soft skirt is just... mmm.

Oh, a boat full of tourists is slowly approaching, and after that a small yacht with two women and a guy that is perfect. Fuck it, I'll just spread my thighs and expose my clean shaven slit to them... there. Oh god please pee, pee now, come on pee... Yes! And they are looking -smiling, ah fuck this is good!

I'm gonna do it, yeah I'm gonna do it right here, watch this! I've never been this wet, they can probably hear the slurping kind of sounds of my hand flicking my clit and lips around. Oh god it really feels great moving my butt back and forth, each time I scoot forward my ass-cheeks spread, stretching them like that feels awesome all over my butt and pussy. And what makes it even better is that my drenched slit is even more exposed when I do that.

The tourist boat has almost passed me, but the small yacht is closing in, they seem to be cheering at me, and yes! The two girls are flashing their tits at me, that just fills my heart with joy and the feeling in my pussy gets sweeter with each stroke, I'm smiling back at them as I get closer and closer to orgasm.

It might look as if I'm about to weep by now, but that's not it; It's because I'm about to cum. Wearing only my t-shirt and with my sweet thighs spread wide, I am masturbating my completely exposed and clean shaven pussy to orgasm while you complete strangers are watching closely, -and that's just a huge turn on. So in a few seconds as your sweet little yacht passes you are gonna watch me cum! Ah, Yeah, mmm, faster, faster, faster! Oh shit, I'm cumming... 



Spin the Bottle



Act One

Come On!

Location: The scene commences one dark autumn afternoon. The wind is increasing in intensity and the autumn leaves blow across the path in front of two walking, recently graduated, high school students.

Ben: "Come on!" Short pause. "What have we got to lose?"

Reggie: "Just your dignity."

The two continue walking down a grey streetscape. Ben is shaking his head.

Ben: "This is a chance of a lifetime. Just think of those four beautiful bombshells and the gym jocks don't even know they exist."

Reggie: "Ben, you're the only one that knows they exist. No-one has even seen these mythical women."

Ben: "I'm telling you there are four hot babes that have moved in. They must be nurses or doing night classes at the secretarial school in Bradford Road."

Reggie: "Ben. I'm not going to do it. I'm not sneaking around that old place just to be humiliated by some stuck up night workers."

Ben looks at Reggie almost exacerbated. Reggie looks back and shrugs his puny shoulders.

Ben: "Look we don't have to approach them. Let's just check the situation out. All you really have to lose is your virginity."

Reggie ponders that thought for a moment, his mind is clicking over.

Reggie: "Ben have you even thought of how you are going to convince these women to take notice of you. They are college fodder and we're only high school slugs."

Ben: "Yeah, I know, I know."

Reggie: "You don't seem to know that Ben."

Ben: "Yeah but that's the beauty of it all." Another short pause. "They don't know it either."

Reggie just shakes his head. He is slowly giving up his resistance.

Ben: Gives Reggie a shove to throw him off balance. "Come on?"

Reggie: "No!"

Ben: "Come on?"

Reggie: "No!"

Ben: Looking at him pleadingly. "Come on?"

Reggie: "No way!"

Ben tries a different tack.

Ben: "What's wrong? You chicken?"

Reggie: Gives Ben a stern, penetrating look. "I'm not going to dignify that with a response."

Ben: Knowing he's hit a raw nerve. Starts with the clucking noises. "Buk... Buk... Begurk"

Reggie ignores the taunt.

Ben: Ben persists. "Just come and have a look."

Reggie keeps walking as leaves are swept up in the wind in front of them. The late autumn afternoon is getting darker.

Act Two The Stately House

A beautiful old neglected Georgian house stands against a grey darkening backdrop. The two teenagers approach the stately house from the overgrown bushes

Ben: Shifting a large bush aside to get a better view of the house. "Doesn't look like anyone's home."

Reggie: "Good. Can we go home now?"

Ben: "Will you quit it Reg. This is a perfect opportunity to scope the scene of our ultimate conquests."

Reggie: "Nobody lives here."

Ben: Climbing past the obstructing bush into the back yard of the house. "Let's get a closer look."

The two boys walk around to the back of the house where they discover that the garden is overgrown.

Reggie: Nervously looking around at the overgrown bushes and weeds. "Nobody's been here for ages."

Ben: "Don't be such a pussy."

They walk through an overgrown back pathway past an archway to a building set into an embankment. It is overgrown with leaves and partially conceals a sign. As Reggie passes it, he brushes the leaves away to reveal the name on a crypt.

Reggie: "Ben this place is spooking me out."

Ben: "You're such a pussy Reggie. Get some balls."

They move to the side of the two storey house where there is a large overhanging tree and a fish pond that are next to the narrow path. On the side of the house is a creeper lattice. Ivy has overgrown on it. There is a down pipe and tree branches extending near an upper storey window. As they move to get a better view of the window, Ben steps on a piece of broken glass.

Ben: "Mmm that's strange." He looks up and scrutinises all the windows closer. "No window is broken."

Reggie: Trying to change the subject back. "Ben you may have noticed that no-one actually lives here."

Ben: "Reggie that's only a minor detail. It will be disproved in the fullness of time."

Reggie shakes his head.

As the remnant light slowly dissipates, Ben looks up at a window with a small gap in the curtains.

Reggie: "Oh no. Don't get any ideas."

Ben: He moves toward the lattice and tests out its sturdiness. He looks over to Reggie dismissively... "What are you worried about? Nobody lives here."

At that moment the two boys are surprised by the sound of feminine laughter coming from the front of the house. They both look at each other in shock. Ben's lips begin to curl in a wry smile. Reggie is beginning to panic. Both scramble for the front corner of the house. They take care not to be discovered by hiding behind one of the many overgrown bushes.

Act Three Apparitions

Two heads peer around the corner of the house concealed behind a bush. Even in the fading light they can see enough. Both their jaws drop in awe. Walking up the pathway to the house are four stunning visions.

Girl One -- Lucinda: Dressed in a scarlet, long, medieval gown. The front is tie up laces. "Come on you guys, it's getting really cold out here."

Girl Two -- Olicia: A long white dress is showing under a dark velure cape. "Yeah I could do with a really hot drink."

Girl Three -- Veronica: She is dressed in a dark purple flowing dress. Ornate detailed beige lacing decorates the waste-line and the arms. As she jovially pushes Olicia off the path. "I bet you could."

Girl Four -- Ellouise: A feminine bustle in her dark green skirt. She has a cream blouse and even darker green jacket over it. The blouse has delicate buttons on the front. "Who's got the keys?"

Olicia fumbles in her handbag. In the darkness she has trouble distinguishing the keys. The contents then spill onto the ground. Two of the other three girls laugh, however Lucinda just complains.

Lucinda: Bending down to help Olicia pick up the contents of her handbag. "Oooh, it's getting cold."

Veronica: Also squatting down to help picks up one item. "What the hell have you got in that bag?"

Olicia: Embarrassed she snatches the object from Veronica. "I'll show you later."

Veronica: "Ooh I hope so."

The other girls help Olicia pick up the rest of the contents of her bag. Ellouise also gets down to help and reaches for an item. As she picks it up it jingles.

Ellouise: "Got 'em!"

The wind is picking up strength and the weather is deteriorating. The girls then hurry to the front door and Olicia fumbles at the door lock. Eventually she opens the door and the four girls pour into the front entrance-sitting room of the old house. After they enter, from outside the tell tale sound of a light switch being flicked on is heard. However no light accompanies the noise.

Lucinda: "Great no power!"

Olicia: Reaching into her hand bag. "Don't worry I have a candle."

Lucinda turns and looks at Olicia in amazement.

Veronica: "Is there anything you don't have in that bag?"

Olicia shrugs and then Lucinda offers a light from a gold plated antique cigarette lighter. The entrance lights up in the unusually bright glow from the small candle.

Ellouise goes to the fireplace and signals Olicia to bring the candle. She takes it from her and lights up the prepared fireplace. Almost instantly the entrance room lights up in a warm inviting glow.

Outside the two boys jostle for a position to peer through the gap in a window curtain at the front of the house. Ben wins out first watch of what's going on inside. He then takes a breather and drops below the window ledge out of sight.

Ben: Smugly shoving Reggie. "Ye of little faith. I told you there were beautiful girls here."

Reggie: Still in shock. "I... I... "

Ben: Interrupting. "You can thank me later Reggie."

Reggie: Regaining some composure. "I hate to ruin this for you Ben. But they are four beautiful creatures."

Ben: Smugly replies. "And?"

Reggie: "We're just grunts."

Ben: "Ah Reggie. Beautiful, young creatures like that have needs too, you know."

Reggie: Under his breath. "Yeah muscle bound, handsome multimillionaires usually..."

Ben: Ben shaking his head slowly. "Reginald. Don't worry 'cause our charm and intelligence will prevail. Anyway let's just savour this moment whilst we're here."

Ben then raises himself to have another look at what's going on inside.

Act Four Sneaky Peek

Inside the beauties are making themselves comfortable in the front sitting room of the old house. Three of the young creatures are sitting around in the lounges in front of the open fireplace, chatting and laughing. Veronica walks in holding an antique ornate bottle filled with a deep clear crimson fluid and four intricate crystal wine glasses.

Veronica: "We'll have to rough it tonight ladies. The fire and pot belly stove are on upstairs. I've put the huge pot of water on if anyone wants to bathe."

Lucinda: "Mmm, that sounds good, but how about a glass of wine first?

Olicia: "Hey this is just like the olden days huh!"

The girls all break into laughter and Ellouise takes the bottle and glasses from Veronica. She places the glasses in a line on the coffee table that sits in the middle of the lounges. Then she pours the deep red liquor into each glass. One by one she hands the glasses out to each girl. They all take a glass and sip the wine very slowly.

Lucinda looks over at Veronica and winks at her as she takes a deep gulp. Some of the wine spills from the side of her mouth onto her cheek. She has started a challenge. Now each in turn drinks the wine in a soft sensual fashion. Each trying to "out-sexualise" the act of drinking wine.

From the far corner window the boys are continuing to take turns at witnessing this ritualistic sensual spectacle. Reggie is transfixed. He can't even feel that it's freezing cold outside.

Ben: "What's happening Reg. Info. I need input."

Reg is gob smacked.

Ben: Pulling Reggie down by the shoulder. "Get down it's my go."

Reluctantly Reg gives way to Ben.

Inside the house the sound of laughing and joking fills the entrance sitting room. Lucinda takes Ellouise's empty glass and pours some more of the deep crimson liquor into it. This time instead of handing the glass to it she carries it over to her and sidles next to Ellouise. Ellouise moves closer on the couch positioning her mouth to receive the liquor from Lucinda.

Lucinda gently pushes the glass to Ellouise's lips. She then tilts the glass slightly sideways to allow a slight spillage on the side of Ellouise's inviting mouth. The crimson fluid trickles down her cheek and slowly streams its way to the soft skin on her neck. Ellouise giggles and the other three join in. Lucinda moves even closer and with her free hand brushes back Ellouise's hair, exposing her neck even more. Lucinda then drives a piercing look at Veronica and Olicia who both take a deep breath. Lucinda then slowly places her lips onto Ellouise's cheek. Then she gently and deliberately brushes her mouth down her cheek toward her neck. As her mouth moves across Ellouise's skin the line of red disappears.

The other two are transfixed on this display. They too move closer together.

Outside the wind is strengthening. Ben just melts away from the window and Reggie struggles past him to take his place at the window.

Ben: In a dreamy hypnotised voice. "We better get out here. This is getting dangerous."

Reggie: "What are you..." Before Reggie can finish his question he now can see what's happening. "Oh!"

Reggie's eyes then widen even further.

Inside Lucinda has placed her hand over the front of her blouse. Ellouise's bosom rises in a soft deep sigh.

Veronica whispers something into Olicia's ear that makes her laugh instantly.

Olicia: Looking over toward Lucinda. "Pass me the bottle Lucy."

Lucinda reaches over to hand Olicia the bottle. Her first attempt she misses passing the bottle. They giggle at her inability to accurately pass the target. When they are eventually successful Olicia looks at the bottle with consternation.

Olicia: "It's almost empty."

Veronica: Interjects instantly. "There's another one upstairs."

Ellouise then moves over to Olicia. A sneaky smile on her face. She moves toward and snatches at the bottle.

Ellouise: "Give me the last drop."

Olicia: Fighting back. "No, its mine."

Both girls struggle for ascendency of the bottle. They move their faces closer together both pulling the ornate bottle toward their lips. The other two watch with amusement the struggle. The result over the shrieking and giggles is another spillage.

Ellouise: Caressing the spill that now adorns her elegant blouse. "Oops."

They all laugh together and Olicia notices that she too has spilled the crimson liquor over her white dress.

Olicia: Holding the bottle up. "Oh look, there's only a drop left."

Ellouise: "Hang on a second."

Ellouise reaches over to the bottle and then sidles very close to Olicia. She crushes her soft cheek against Olicia's cheek and then guides Olicia's hand with the bottle in it. The bottle is held over both their anticipating upward facing mouths. The remaining liquid trickles out, firstly over Ellouise's mouth and like a thick treacle it streams over her cheek. The fluid spills over Ellouise's dress and trickles over Olicia's face toward her inviting mouth. Ellouise guides the stream, spiralling it over Olicia's mouth so that it spills over her lips, cheek and down her to her neck. The red liquor blotting instantly on the bodice of Olicia's white dress.

Lucinda moves toward the two girls.

Lucinda: "Let me help you two."

Lucinda then takes the now empty ornate bottle and leans over the pair. She rests her mouth on Ell's cheek and begins to lick the spillage across to Olicia's lips. She stops on Olicia's cheek just in front of her ear. She then gently moves along the spillage toward her neck. Olicia eye's open widely and takes a deep breath in anticipation.

Veronica: Veronica interrupts. "Come on you guys, let's go upstairs. You need a bath.

Lucinda: Withdrawing from her kiss she holds the ornate bottle aloft. "Hey, we can play a game of spin the bottle."

The three girls giggle their acknowledgement. Slowly they get up and move toward the staircase.

Act Five "Going Upstairs"

Ben: "Shit! Shit! Shit!

Reggie: "What? What is it?

Ben: "They're moving."

Reggie: "Move over, let me have a look."

Ben shrugs his shoulders and slides slowly under the window ledge. The wind is getting bitterly cold, but still the boys don't notice it. In the distance, lightning flashes light up the sky.

Reggie: Lowering himself below the ledge and looking up to the second storey. "They're going upstairs."

Ben joins Reggie's gaze upwards. The both note a dim light growing in intensity at the back of the house. The boys make their way there. As they walk carefully past the pond Reggie makes note of the lattice. He looks up and notices that it finishes at an eve line ledge that sits just below the upstairs window ledges.

Ben: Reaching the back corner of the house, his neck bent awkwardly upwards. "There's the room."

He looks at a smaller high window that is lit up. Its size indicates that it is a bathroom window. The sounds of water splashing confirms their assessment.

Reggie: "They're in the bathroom."

Ben: "Oh to be a fly on the wall."

The boys notice that the ledge from the lattice extends around the back of the house right under the small bathroom window that is partially opened. They both follow the line of the ledge to the lattice. Then they both look at each other. Sounds of feminine laughter and water splashing convince them simultaneously. They both head to the lattice.

Reggie: Arriving at the base of the lattice. "Do you think it's safe?"

Ben: Takes hold of it and gives it a firm shake. "I think for one at a time it should be ok."

Reggie: "I'll go first."

Ben: "It's Ok I'll go."

Reggie: Reggie bumps Ben over with his shoulder. "No I insist."

Ben: In an act of desperation picks up something from the ground. "Ok. Which hand?"

He places both hands behind his back.

Reggie: Shaking his head. "I'm not falling for that one. Put them out front."

Ben slowly puts both hands out in front. Reggie is about to point to a hand when the light in the room at the top of the lattice starts to grow in intensity. They both look upwards and, a moment later, turn simultaneously to each other.

Reggie points to Ben's left hand.

Ben: Reluctantly opening the hand revealing a small stone. "Shit!"

Reggie: "Don't worry I'll get up there quick."

Ben: Sarcastically. "Look who's reluctant about this house now."

Reggie ignores Ben and slowly makes his way up the lattice. Securing one foothold at a time, Reggie's progress is uncharacteristically reckless. He misses one foothold and slips on some ivy. The entire lattice shakes momentarily, then it settles.

Ben: "Watch out, you wanna ruin this for us."

Reggie: "Don't soil yourself, I'm almost there."

He steadies himself and continues upwards. The branches from the nearby overhanging tree provide him with some assistance to regain his balance. Eventually he reaches the eave line ledge and positions himself to one side of the window with the light. Reggie looks down toward Ben. As he turns back to face the window, he notices a piece of broken glass on the ledge. The window appears in original condition. He pushes against it to confirm it's fixing.

Reggie: He says to himself. "That's strange?" Then he kicks the glass off the ledge and returns his attention back to Ben. "Ok I'm off the lattice, you can come up now."

Reggie then returns his gaze to the small gap in the window curtains.

Act Six Play Time

Through the gap in the curtain Reggie can see Veronica in a long, deep green nightdress. Her hair is wet. She places four glasses at the corners of a large thick sheepskin floor rug. Opposite the window is an open fireplace and on the mantle above the fireplace is a beautiful ornate candelabra that lights the room with a warm red glow. Veronica sits herself on the rug in the position closest to the window.

Ben finally takes his position on the narrow ledge above the lattice. He positions himself to the right of and slightly below the taller Reggie. For a moment the dull roar of approaching thunder cancels out the sound of the wind whistling through the tree branches.

Ben: "What's happening?"

Reggie: "Shush! Just watch."

Ell and Olicia enter the room. Ell is wearing a red kimono and Olicia is in a white silk slip. Both also have wet hair. They each sit at a corner position of the sheepskin rug opposite each other.

Ellouise: "Where's the wine?"

As Ell finishes the question, Lucinda wearing a long black nightdress, enters the room holding two bottles. One bottle has been opened but is nearly full. The other is the empty bottle from downstairs.

Lucinda: Waving the full bottle. "Here it is."

Lucy takes her place on the far corner of the rug. Her back is to the fire. She places the empty bottle in the middle of the sheepskin rug where there is an embossed design that isn't visible from the boy's position at the window. She opens the other bottle by pulling the cork with her teeth. She reaches over and pours the red liquor into the empty glasses. She then replaces the cork on the half full bottle and places it in the middle of the rug next to the empty bottle.

Outside at the window, frantic whispering is happening.

Reggie: "Can you hear anything they're saying?"

Ben: In a dreamy voice. "Not a thing. It's too windy out hear."

Reggie: "What? I can't hear anything."

Ben: Provides Reggie a reality check. "Reggie, who fucking cares? Just watch..."

Inside each beauty picks up their glass and simultaneously they sip the crimson drink.

Veronica then reaches over and removes the half full bottle, placing it behind her.




Spin-the-Bottle – Adult Version



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

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It was a hot summer evening after our freshman year in college when I'd picked up Julie, we'd swung by Nancy's house to get her and we'd all gone out for ice cream to catch up. We'd known each other all through high school but hadn't seen each other since we'd each left for college, though we had all stayed in touch. It was a lot of fun to see them again and spend some time goofing around at the ice cream parlor as we had so often in study hall. When we finally left there, we weren't sure where to head until Nancy suggested we go hang at her place since her parents were out of town. Since our parents were all paying for college, we all still lived at home, but it was nice to have a little privacy in the house once in a while.

The air conditioning was nice as we sat in Nancy's family room and there wasn't even a hint of anything indecorous between the three of us as we hung out. When I knocked over an empty soda bottle and it pointed in Julie's direction, Nancy said that it looked like Julie would have to kiss me.

"Actually," I replied, "Julie and I have already kissed."

"What?" they both cried in unison.

"Yeah," I continued, "remember spin-the-bottle in Lisa's basement back in eighth grade?"

I saw the proverbial lightbulb go on over Julie's head as she recalled and we told Nancy the story, which concluded with me saying that my kissing Julie had turned her off to boys forever. Julie countered by throwing something at me and saying that she liked boys just fine, thank you very much. I leaned forward and gave the bottle a spin but Nancy stopped it so that it pointed at Julie and told her to prove it. I thought Julie was just going to laugh it off, but she got up and came over to me, leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. Before I knew it, her tongue was in my mouth and I could feel my cock getting hard. When she pulled away from me, she turned and made a "so there" face at Nancy, then reached down to give the bottle a spin.

When the bottle stopped on Nancy, Julie didn't even hesitate but went right over and planted a kiss on Nancy just as she had on me. My cock grew even harder as I watched the two of them swapping spit. When Julie came up for air she made a comment that she liked girls just fine, too, thank you very much. Nancy didn't seem the least bit put off and reached for the bottle to give it a spin. When it looked like the bottle was going to end up pointing back at her again, she swung it back around to point at me. We moved toward each other and made out just as we each had with Julie. For the next few minutes, we took turns spinning the bottle and making out with each other until it became apparent that this was going somewhere and just needed a little nudge along.

After another passionate kiss with Nancy, just before she took her turn spinning the bottle, I asked if either of them would object to removing an article of clothing should the bottle point at them. Both of them shook their heads and Nancy gave the bottle a spin. It occurred to me as the bottle settled pointing in my direction that I was at a slight disadvantage; since we'd left our shoes at the front door, I was wearing only three articles of clothing: a t-shirt, shorts and underwear. In thinking about it, I realized that the only additional article the two of them had that I didn't would be their bras. In any case, since it was my turn after I shed my t-shirt, I knew I'd get to see at least one of their bras. It turned out to be Nancy's as she shed her t-shirt as well but my opportunity to enjoy seeing her hard nipples pressing out against the cups was short lived as her spin ended with the bottle pointing at me again.

I stood and opened my shorts while they stared raptly, then let them drop to my ankles, glad that I had on clean underwear. My cock was pushing the front of my briefs out much as Nancy's nipples were pressing against the thin material of her bra cups. My cock didn't relax at all knowing that, with my next spin, I'd either be seeing Julie's bra, Nancy's panties or Nancy's tits. My spin landed on Julie and I was soon staring at the bumps her hard nipples were making against her bra cups. Julie's tits weren't as big as Nancy's and Nancy's were about average, but Julie was quite thin so her tits were proportional to her physique. Julie also had jet-black hair while Nancy's was more auburn but they both were fair-skinned.

I don't know if they were anxious to have the bottle point at me again so they could see exactly why my briefs were pushed out so far, but the next few spins went back and forth between them until they were each down to only their panties. I was ready to explode seeing Julie's small areolas and Nancy's larger ones as well as the bikini panties that Julie was sporting. I was about ready to rip my briefs off if I could be guaranteed relief but instead proposed one last spin of the bottle. It wasn't my turn, but I suggested that I make the last spin and, whoever the bottle pointed closest to, I'd strip off her panties and eat her pussy until she came; the "loser" would strip off my briefs and blow me. They quickly agreed, both apparently as worked up and on edge as I was. I gave the bottle a final spin and it landed on Julie.

Julie stood next to me and I grasped the sides of her bikini panties, sliding them down to expose a well-groomed black bush. Nancy and I both admired her fully naked figure as she stood there, then I stood and Nancy moved closer to slide my briefs down. My throbbing tool popped free and the two of them gasped. I lay on the couch and had Julie straddle my face while I massaged her taut ass. Jutting out my tongue, I tasted her juicy pussy while I felt Nancy gently stroking my cock. Julie was moaning even before I started licking her clit and I had to do the same as I felt Nancy's hot mouth engulf my cock. I brought a hand around to slip a finger into Julie's pussy as I focused my tonguing on her clit while Nancy slid her lips up and down my shaft while gently pumping the base. Julie's pussy was slippery and snug, which made me think about the possibility of slipping my cock into it before this night was over. She was humping against my face, though, clearly very worked up and on her way to a monumental orgasm.

I would have thought that I'd have blown my load within seconds of Nancy sliding her lips down my shaft but, in part due to being focused on eating Julie's pussy, I was able to enjoy Nancy's oral talents for longer than I expected. Of course I couldn't fully appreciate her efforts but I couldn't complain since I was also enjoying Julie's juicy pussy, which I could feel getting even wetter the longer I ate her. Julie was also getting louder with each passing minute so I just kept up what I was doing, relishing the taste and feel of her pussy as I pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. As I was feeling the first stirrings of my own orgasm, thanks to Nancy's hot mouth on my cock, Julie let out a cry and began to shudder as she came. My finger was flooded with fresh juices as I continued to eat her, stopping only when she moved up off of my face and my finger slipped out of her.

We both looked down at Nancy sucking my cock and I felt a surge as my orgasm came even closer. Julie asked Nancy if she wanted to trade places and, as Nancy moved up next to me still wearing her panties, Julie knelt beside the couch. We watched as Julie first stroked my cock, then lowered her mouth onto it. I moaned again, then turned to Nancy and slid her panties down to reveal a trim bush the same dark reddish color as the hair that hung down to her shoulders. She stepped out of her panties and straddled my head as Julie's mouth bobbed up and down on my cock. As with Julie, I started with my hands on Nancy's bare ass and ran my tongue up her slit, tasting her copious juices while she let out a moan. I could feel my orgasm continuing to build as Julie ran her hot mouth up and down my throbbing tool while pumping the base as I brought a hand around and slipped a finger up into Nancy's dripping pussy.

As I focused on licking and sucking Nancy's clit while fingering her pussy, I noted that she was also quite snug and slippery, just as Julie had been, and couldn't help but think about slipping my cock into her pussy, too. I thought that, since she had gone longer without attention, she might cum a lot faster than Julie had, but as Julie continued to suck and pump my cock, I suspected that I'd be cumming before she did. She was moaning softly and pushing her pussy rhythmically toward my face while I licked and fingered her, appearing to be well on her way to an orgasm. Meanwhile, I could feel my cock beginning to swell even more as the pleasure Julie was providing brought me closer and closer to cumming. I paused and quickly glanced between Nancy's thighs for a glimpse of Julie's lips wrapped around my tool, which ended up pushing me even further along a lot more quickly.

I went back to licking and sucking Nancy's clit while relishing the feel of my orgasm building until I finally started spurting into Julie's mouth with a moan of pleasure. She let out a little cry of surprise, but recovered quickly and swallowed my load, nursing my cock until I was completely spent. Feeling completely satiated, I focused on bringing Nancy to an orgasm with renewed vigor and she responded accordingly. I don't know what Julie did once she let my cock fall from her mouth but, as I returned to enthusiastically eating Nancy's pussy, Nancy immediately started moaning louder and moving her hips more. I could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged than it already had been the longer I devoured her and knew that it wouldn't be much longer.

I was enjoying eating her pussy, and would have done it even longer, but I also wanted her to cum so that she could experience the pleasure that Julie and I already had. It didn't take much more effort and she was letting out a longer moan and shaking as her orgasm washed over her. I continued to lick her clit and finger her until she let out a sigh, letting me know that she had finished cumming. She climbed off of the couch and I sat up, the two of them then sitting on either side of me. As we recovered, we all agreed that it had been a fun time but also that we were just getting started. I had a hand on each of their smooth thighs and it wasn't long before we were alternately kissing again. I hadn't had the opportunity to really enjoy their breasts yet, so I eventually moved to the floor facing them and fondled each of their breasts as well as licking and sucking their hard nipples.

They moved their heads close together to make out as I busied myself with the soft, smooth flesh and the hard nipples. As my cock recovered and started to stiffen again, I let a hand drop down to each of their bushes while my lips and tongue still worked on their nipples. They each spread their legs so that I could gently stroke their clits until Julie finally asked if I had a condom handy. Abandoning their tits and pussies, I turned and grabbed my wallet from the table nearby and extracted the condom from inside. As I rolled it over my mostly rigid tool, they each slid down enough that their asses were just on the edge of the couch so that I could easily slip into them. Since I'd kissed Julie first and eaten Julie's pussy first, I knelt between Nancy's thighs and guided my cock to her pussy first. We both moaned as I slipped into her, my cock sliding easily into her well-lubed pussy. Julie was playing with Nancy's tits and they started making out again as I started to slide my cock in and out of Nancy's hot pussy.

I watched the two of them going at it as I relished the feel of Nancy's slippery, snug pussy and one of Nancy's hands quickly found Julie's tits, too. As I was getting ready to slip out of Nancy and move over to fuck Julie, Julie's hand dropped down to massage Nancy's clit. I slipped out of her anyway and moved to kneel between Julie's thighs, guiding my cock in just below her black bush. I moaned again as I slipped into her but couldn't say that her pussy felt better than Nancy's or not; I'd have been content fucking either one of them, but was extremely grateful for the opportunity to be fucking both. Nancy's fingers found Julie's clit so that they were both working on each other's as I slowly slid in and out of Julie's hot pussy. I alternated back and forth between their two snug pussies every couple of minutes or so as they each started moaning more and more under the stimulation of each other's fingers combined with my cock. I could feel each of them gradually becoming more engorged and more slippery the longer I was fucking them, but wasn't feeling yet like I was in any danger of cumming again myself.

I was fucking Julie when she let out a cry and started to cum due to a combination of being fucked and having her clit stimulated. I fucked her until she'd finished cumming, then switched back over to Nancy and we both worked to get her the rest of the way to an orgasm, as well. It didn't take too much longer and she let out a long moan and shuddered as she came, too. I was ready to try something a little bit different to get me the rest of the way to another orgasm, so I pulled out of Nancy and had both of them move off the couch onto their knees and turn around to face the couch. Not surprisingly, as I was admiring their asses, they started to make out again. I started with Julie this time, slipping back into her pussy then taking her by the hips as I tapped my own hips repeatedly against her ass. After a few highly pleasurable minutes, I moved over and slipped into Nancy, my hips then bumping against her ass.

Since they'd both just cum, their pussies were both extremely hot and slippery, so it didn't take long before my own orgasm was beginning to build. I enjoyed the feel of their pussies and the view of both of their asses while also sliding my hands up to fondle their tits some more. My cock grew even harder the longer I fucked the two of them and it remained to be seen who I'd end up blowing my load inside. Julie had received the bounty of my first load so I thought it only fair that Nancy be on the receiving end of my second, even though it would be inside a condom. I timed it so that I was fucking Julie almost to the point of cumming, then pulled out and switched over to Nancy, relishing the continued build and fucking her harder and faster until I exploded into the condom.

When I was spent and pulled out of Nancy's pussy, she turned and took the condom off and, as she was getting up to go flush it, turned back and suggested that we come with her and all take a shower together. The master bathroom had a nice, large shower stall that had plenty of room for all three of us, so Nancy got the water going and we all climbed in. We quickly had each other all lathered up and, though I wasn't fully recovered by the time we'd rinsed down, I was well on my way and the two of them were completely worked up again. We headed to Nancy's bedroom and retired to her full-size bed where we continued to indulge in each other until the wee hours of the morning, when exhaustion overtook us and we finally slept.



Spin the Bottle Blowjob



I'd heard rumors that Daniela had a thing for me, but I had no way of actually knowing if they were true or not. I was certainly hoping it was the truth. Not only was she beautiful, but she was one of the few girls I knew of that actually put out. Daniela can fairly be described as a cholla type. Her skin was light for a Mexican girl, she had long black hair, penciled in her eyebrows, and wore large hoop earrings. She must've been only a hair above five feet, and thin. Her boobs were average size, and she had a phenomenal ass that was the envy of most every other girl at school.

One day while I was eating my lunch, her friends all came up to me giggling, and asking what I was doing that night. I didn't really have any plans, but not wanting to sound like a loser I said, "I haven't quite made up my mind yet. Have you ladies heard of anything?"

One of the girl's named Trinity, told me she was having a kick back at her house, and that I should come. She made a point of letting me know that Daniela was going to be there, and that she wanted to make sure I was coming. The funny thing was, I'd hardly ever talked to Daniela. We'd had a couple of classes together and what not, but we hung with much different crowds. She gravitated towards the folks that would ditch school to smoke cigarettes in the McDonald's parking lot, and I hung out with the surfer crowd. Sometimes I'd wished I'd spent some time hanging out with her at that McDonald's. I had heard that she'd gone down on several guys right there in the alleyway behind the restaurant.

Considering I was an eighteen year old senior, I was pretty accustomed to going to parties and kick backs, but I'd never had any luck with the ladies. I'd fooled around with a few girls, but had never gotten any further than sucking on a girl's tits. Realistically, I didn't think I'd get any further than that at the gathering Trinity was having. Still, I wanted to be prepared for anything. By my standards I dressed up nice for the party, putting on a button down shirt and jeans, as opposed to my normal t-shirt and boardshorts. I shaved the little stubble that was on my face because I'd remembered an ex-girlfriend complaining that it felt like sandpaper when we kissed. My hair was the only thing I didn't bother touching. It was short and uncombed, but I felt it looked messy in a good way after I'd been in the ocean earlier.

The last thing I did before going to the party was take some swigs from a tequila bottle in my parents' liquor cabinet. I made sure to get a buzz going, but not to get drunk. There was no need to be sloppy. Trinity had said to come by at 8:00, so naturally I showed up at 8:30. Of course, there were still very few people there, and Daniela was not one of them. Trinity offered me a drink, and we sat around shooting the shit while people slowly arrived. As fate would have it, Daniela and her friend Toni were actually the last ones to show up around 9:15. Total there were just nine of us there, five girls and four guys. I was feeling pretty shy because I didn't know anyone there too well. I mostly latched on to this one dude Cole, that I knew from math class. He was very excited about the night. I asked him why he was so excited about the night, and he said he was hoping to get a blowjob. I told him that's what every guy hopes every time they go out, but he responded that the odds were going to be really good. No one had told me, but the plan was to have a make-out party.

I had never been invited to a make-out party before. I'd remembered kids having them in middle school, but I was never popular enough to get invited. It seemed like an odd thing for a bunch of eighteen year old high school seniors to do, but I certainly wasn't opposed to the idea. The girls outnumbered the guys, and they were all pretty hot, so I was downright stoked.

The game of choice was spin the bottle. Trinity explained that you had to kiss whoever the bottle landed on, even if it was a person of the same sex, and after sharing three kisses with a person, the couple would go into the hallway closet for seven minutes in heaven. The first person to spin was this busty Mexican girl named Isabella. The bottle landed right on Daniela, and the two of them shared a quick peck. A couple more people went before I got my first turn. As luck would have it, I also got Isabella with my first spin. Before I could get up, she seductively started crawling across the circle towards me. She looked damn sexy that night. She was wearing a blue spaghetti strap top, and judging by her hard nipples, she had nothing on underneath. Her tits weren't that large, but she still had ample cleavage. Her pants were really something else, though. They were skin-tight yoga pants that had circles of fabric cut out all the way down the sides, exposing her milky brown skin. But more than anything else it was her eyes and lips that turned me on as she slowly crawled over towards me. Her pretty brown eyes were heavily accented with eye-liner, and her lips were painted a deep red color. Seeing her crawl across the room, I couldn't help but think about those lips planted firmly around my penis, with those salacious eyes looking up at me.

As it were, as she sauntered over, her eyes were directed right at my crotch. When she got over to me, she place her hands on both my thighs, and let her long black hair fall down right in my lap. While staying down on all fours, she then moved her head and went for my neck, playfully biting and sucking on it. I kissed the top of her head as she did this. A few seconds later, she moved to my month and we frenched. She knew exactly what she was doing, and would have kept going but Trinity told her that was enough. The whole time I was mortified that her hand would move off my thigh, and accidentally graze my hardening penis, but in never happened.

A few other people went without the bottle landing on me or Daniela, and then it was her turn. Her spin landed on this kid named Kenny that I didn't really know. This time she motioned for Kenny to come to her, and he took the orders. He leaned in for the kiss, but she denied him. Instead she took his hand, and put it up to her mouth. She began to suck on his finger, and then said, "Just wanted to give you a little preview. Now it's time for your kiss."

She made-out with Kenny even longer than she'd made out with me. It made me nervous that maybe I wasn't the only guy there she desired. I kept my fingers crossed that Kenny or any other dude wouldn't get her in a spin. 

Before I got to go again, Trinity had a spin that landed on me. She was a very hot pale brunette girl, with enormous cans. She walked over to me, sat in my lap, and pressed her impressive melons up against my chest. She put her hand on the back of my head, pulled me in, and started passionately kissing me. Just when I thought she was going to pull away, she'd bite my lip, and gently tug on it before sliding her tongue back in her mouth. When she was done, she backed away, but not without casually letting the back of her hand graze my crotch.

My spin came up again, and I totally blew it. I had to kiss Cole, which wasn't pleasant at all. Daniela also had a same-sex spin, with her spin landing on Trinity. When she saw where the bottle had landed, Daniela said, "I want to kiss those big old boobies."

Trinity lifted up her shirt to reveal a pink lace bra. I could just barely make out her large, hard nipples through the sheer material. Daniela planted her face right in the middle of them, giving each one some love before planting a trail of kisses up Trinity's neck until both girls' lips were locked. I got aroused just watching, and wished I wasn't wearing such tight jeans. Not that I want to complain about having a large penis, but one of the drawbacks is the difficulty of hiding a boner. Anyone that was looking at my crotch could very see the outline of my semi-hard cock running down my pant leg. However, if anyone noticed, no one said a thing.

Then came Kenny's spin. The tip of the bottle was panted right at Daniela's hoochie. The lucky bastard! She crawled over to him just like she'd done to me. The worst part was Kenny was sitting right next to me, so I had to endure the whole thing. Once again she took a seat on his lap, and they started to make-out. Kenny was running his hands up and down Daniela's back, and she began to lick and nibble his ears. Then I heard her whisper, "Move your hands lower."

Kenny's hands moved to her waist. "Don't be so shy," I heard her whisper again. "Put them where you really want them."

Taking the cue, Kenny started rubbing his hands over her voluptuous ass. "That's it baby," she said as she kissed his ear. "Smack it a little bit."

Kenny obliged, smacking that fat ass, and grabbing her fleshy handles while everyone else watched in awe. Every single guy at the party was hoping she was the one they'd get to spend seven minutes in heaven with. Once again it was Trinity that had to break it up.

On my spin I somehow managed to land on Cole again. I was getting dangerously close to spending seven minutes with a fucking dude. Thankfully, Daniela's spin found me. This time she stood up and walked over. "I'm glad I got you again, sexy," she said. 

She turned around and put her sensuous ass within inches of my face, and hypnotically slid it from side to side before picking up the pace and really shaking it. Her fleshy cheeks were bouncing up and down, making it impossible for me not to think about them bouncing up and down on my cock. While she was shaking what her mama gave her she said, "Take off your shirt."

I was more than happy to do so. Back in those days I kept pretty fit by surfing and swimming all the time, and I can honestly say that was the only time in my life I actually had a six pack. I noticed the other girls checking out my body, which only turned me on more. When Daniela was done moving her spicy ass, she reached blindly behind her body to grab my head, and thrust it right into her butt crack. Then she shook her money maker for a quick second before turning around laughing. She then lowered herself onto my lap, letting her hard nipples graze my chest as she sat down. The only thing separating them from my bare body was her thin shirt. She kissed each of my nipples as she rubbed up on my penis. Getting in the spirit of things, I dry humped her in rhythm. When my nipples were thoroughly wet with her saliva, she moved her lips up to mine. Our tongues danced together for a minute, while she continued grinding that provocative ass on my rock hard dick. I could feel her pussy lips rubbing up against it through her skin tight yoga pants. They were already starting to feel damp. I didn't need any prompting to put my mittens on her bottom, and it clearly turned her on, as she moaned ever so slightly. If this had gone on for much longer, there's a very real possibility I would've cum in my pants, but Daniela knew when to stop. She kissed my abdomen right above my stiff johnson before returning to her spot.

When she walked away, there was absolutely no hiding my wood. I turned beat red, and some of the girls giggled. A few of the guys were even looking, too, with Kenny looking particularly envious. Trinity joked with me saying, "You're welcome to take a cold shower, if you'd like."

That caused me to turn a color of red that wasn't far off from a tomato. "It's okay," I said very sheepishly. "I'll be okay."

Trinity wound up making out with Daniela again. While they were trading kisses, I made eye-contact with Daniela, and she winked at me. Just one more spin was all it would take, and I was coming up. Since Trinity and Kenny had both had two turns with Daniela also, it was imperative that I get the job done. I said a prayer, spun the bottle, and my prayers were answered because it landed right on her. She jumped to her feet. "Come on Papi," she said as she walked towards the closet.

I stood up, thankful that my wood had subsided. Then Daniela said, "I won't be needing this," as she took off her shirt and threw it over a chair.

Instantly my boner came back. Daniela's back was to everybody, but I could still she the sides of her boobs as she walked. She let herself into the walk-in closet, and covered her body with the door, motioning me with her finger to join her. I went on in, and Trinity yelled, "Seven minutes! The timer starts now!"

I shut the door and went to work, immediately lowering my head to Daniela's tits. I planted numerous kisses on the flesh as I zeroed in on the nipples themselves. I began by licking them around the outside. They were dark, small, and very sensitive to the touch. Liking the reaction I was getting as Daniela squirmed around, I took her nipples between my teeth, and lightly bit them. Daniela's legs damn near gave out beneath her. "Slow down, Papi. Relax. Let me take care of you."

She returned the favor, sucking on my nipples. She preceded to plant kisses down my torso until her mouth was right above my waist. She put both hands on my belt and began to undo it. "This is it," I thought. "After all these years of waiting, I'm finally going to get my dick sucked."

While I was lost in my fantasy she also undid my zipper. "I looks like you're hiding something big in there," she said with her cute cholla accent as she looked at my bulge.

She put her hand on top of it, but unfortunately started making her way back up instead of further down, licking my muscular body as she went. She got to my neck and sucked on it while I played with her ass. Her hand remained on my crouch, underneath my jeans, but still over my briefs. She wasn't quite stroking my cock, but she was moving her hand up and down to create a wonderful sensation. Pressing my luck, I put my hands underneath her pants and onto her bare ass. To my surprise, she didn't object at all, and even greeted my sensual rubbing with deep breathing and light moans. Sensing things were heating up, she put her hand underneath my briefs, and began to stroke me. It was the first time a girl had ever put her hand on my dick, and it felt so good in her cupped, warm palm. She whispered in my ear, "I want you."

"I want you, too," I said.

With her left hand, she grabbed my right and guided it to the front of her pants, right on top of her panties. She then pressed her mouth up against mine as we french kissed. I pushed her panties to the side to discover a warm, wet pussy. I man my fingers up and down it. This caused her to moan louder, and stroke me faster. Feeling bold, I inserted my middle finger. "I like that, baby," she said. "You touch me so well."

In her passion she tried to take down my pants and underwear but was struggling. She whispered, "Take them off for me baby. It'll make it easier for me to touch you."

We stopped what we were doing for a brief second, and I stripped down naked. She peeled off her pants as well, to reveal a skimpy black thong. She laughed and gave me a hug, saying, "I'm so glad I get to touch you. I've wanted you for a long time. Give me your hand."

I held my hand out in front of my body, and she grabbed it and put it up to her desirable lips. She took two of my fingers and sucked them for a second before taking them out of her mouth, and lowering them down inside her panties. Taking the cue, I played with her snatch some more. Her hand immediately shot to my cock, and we began to passionately make-out some more. She stroked me as we kissed. She was a very playful kisser, biting my lip and tongue, and never leaving her tongue in my mouth for very long. I would've been fine with spending all my time in the closet just making out and getting stroked off, but Daniela had different plans. As our time was winding down, she whispered, "I want to suck you. Can I give you a blowjob?"

I nervously replied, "Right now? In here?"

She kissed me on the lips. "I don't see why not. I want you in my mouth, baby."

"I...um...," I began.

She put her finger on my mouth in a shush sign. "Just relax, baby. I'll take good care of you."

She dropped to her knees and put her hands on my thighs. My hard cock stood at full attention, just waiting for her devoted mouth. She began with a kiss on the head, and then licked my pee slit. Already there was pre-cum in it. "Umm...I like how you taste," she said.

She wrapped her lips back around my cock, and started sucking, taking in just the first couple inches. Having never had a blowjob, I couldn't believe how good it felt, but even more exciting than the feel was the visual. Seeing my dick getting swallowed between Daniela's nice, full lips while her flirtatious eyes made contact with mine was just so exciting. Her red lipstick was getting smeared all over my cock. I kept watching as she gobbled up more and more of my cock, but she wasn't able to go more than a little over halfway down. My cock is eight inches long, and very girthy, and I've met very few women that could take it further down their throat than Daniela could. She felt guilty about it. "Sorry I can't deepthroat," she said. "But does it feel good?"

"Amazing," was all I could mutter.

She then lifted my cock up, pressing it against my belly. Started from my scrotum, she took out her tongue and licked a trail all the way to my mushroom tip, before serenading with kisses. "Are you getting close, baby?" she asked.

"Getting there," I responded.

"Do you like your balls licked?" she asked.

I'd never had that done either, but I wanted to try it out, so I told her I did. She licked and kissed them a bit while juggling them with her hand. She giggled. "I just can't believe how big this thing is," she exclaimed as she put it back in her mouth.

I truly was in heaven as she treated my dick like a popsicle on a hot summer's day, tenderly kissing and lustfully sucking it, while fondling my balls with her slender fingers. She even let me play with her tits as she wolfed down my meat stick. I was so caught up in the pleasure, that I was completely oblivious to my surroundings. I'd barely registered all the giggles that had come from outside the closest at what I had assumed was the others' hearing the slurping sounds of Daniela fervently sucking my big dick, and I'd completely lost track of how much time we'd been in there. Neither one of us heard the footsteps as Trinity made her way to the closet. "Time's up," she said as she put her hand on the doorknob.

Before either of us could react, the door came swinging open, treating the whole party to a view of Daniela on her knees with my dick between her lips. Ignoring the hooting and hollering, Daniela sucked me for a few seconds longer while all eyes were on us. "Holy shit," I heard some dude say. "I didn't actually think she was giving him head!"

Even Trinity was shocked. "What the fuck Daniela! Don't be such a fucking slut!," she said before addressing me. "Take that fucking dick of yours out of her mouth."

I did as I was told. When the other girls at the party saw my fully erect penis, they giggled and whispered to each other. I grinned sheepishly. "You need to get the fuck out of here!" Trinity yelled at me.

Choosing not to argue, Daniela and I grabbed all our clothes out of the closet. "We're just gonna get dressed real quick and then we'll be gone," Daniela said.

"You don't have to leave. I just don't want to see him," she said pointing at me.

"Relax, girl. It was my idea. But I don't want to upset you. We'll get going."

"Whatever," Trinity said, and she returned to the game of spin the bottle.

Daniela and I slipped into a bathroom in the front hallway. My dick was still hard, shooting up towards the ceiling. I was about to put my briefs back on, but Daniela stopped me. "Don't worry," she said. "Everything's fine. Take a seat."

I sat on the toilet, and Daniela dropped to her knees. It was like she way praying to my cock, even worshipping the thing. Earlier she'd blown me tenderly, but in the bathroom it was like she was fucking me with her mouth. It was loud, sloppy, and wet. Her saliva was dripping all over my thick member. She stroked the bottom of my shaft as she lowered her lips up and down the top half. "Umm," she kept moaning.




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Fearing I was going to cum, I took her by the hair and gently took her head off my penis. "I want to fuck you," I said.

Daniela smiled. "Not tonight, Papi. Tonight I just want to taste you, okay?"

"I just thought you might like to get some pleasure too."

She laughed. "I really like sucking you. I get pleasure from that, and I'm really going to like when you cum for me, baby."

She sucked me some more, furiously bobbing on my cock and squeezing my balls. Suddenly I had a convulsion. "Here it comes!" I half-yelled.

She took her mouth off me and started stroking. I erupted like Mt. St. Helens. My first strand of cum shot solid three feet in the air, and there was much more to cum. She stroked and stroked as I shot load after load. I came for over a minute. I've never cum again like that since. The amount of cum really turned Daniela on. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "I love how you cum for me. I might have to let you cum inside me some day. But right now, I want to lick you up. Is that okay."

I nodded, and she licked my dick like she was trying to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop. My penis was incredibly sensitive from the oral pleasures I'd just received, and I had a very hard time sitting still. Sensing it was a tad uncomfortable for me to be getting my dick licked and sucked anymore, Daniela put her red hot lips on my balls and kissed them lovingly. She then cleaned me up with a towel, before we got dressed and left.

Daniela had gotten a ride over with another friend, so I offered her a ride home. She lived far away, on the opposite end of a town. We were pretty silent for the first half of the ride, realizing we simply didn't have much to talk about. After a few minutes of total silence, Daniela broke it saying, "I just wanted to thank you for the ride home."

"Your welcome," I said.

"There's no need to say that yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I haven't thanked you yet," she said as she grabbed my pants.

The next thing I knew my pants and briefs were around my knees, and Daniela's lips were fit snuggly around my soft penis. Within seconds she'd licked and sucked me back to a state of arousal. I could barely keep my eyes on the road, as the cock-sucking vixen pleasured me with her mouth. She sucked me good and sloppy, and I came in just a couple minutes. This time she let me cum in her mouth, swallowing all my love juice. Long after I'd shot my last load, she kept her mouth sealed around my cock, letting it go completely flaccid between her steamy lips. I dropped her off, and told her I'd really like to see her again, and maybe even have sex. She laughed and said, "Well, I had fun tonight, but we'll see what happens with that."