0 comments/ 66051 views/ 0 favorites New Year's Wish By: xnadry Arriving at Jaye's house, all are in robes as we enter. We get handed our robes to change into. Going into the side room to change into our robes, Jaye comes in the side door to see if we need help. You tell her that I do. She begins to undress me. As she removes my long coat, she sees there is only a teddy under. Standing in just thigh highs and a deep purple teddy, she comes around the front of me begins to kiss me and run her hands down my sides across my hips, to my ass and pulls me into her. Her robe comes open as you untie it from behind; she is in a thong. We fall onto the bed, on top of the coats kissing and touching. You tease us that we can wait. Gary calls from the other room. We laugh and both reach over to stroke your hard cock. Really wanting to just wrap my lips around it. Knowing we need to join the party. I take a few quick sucks then grin as I get up and tie your robe. Davie and Paula are in the other room, as well as a few other couples. There is one couple, look late 20's he is tall, built and a bit nervous. She is 5'6, long dark red hair, bright green eyes, and getting tipsy. They do not seem to know anyone, so of course, I have to go talk to them. We find out they are new to the area, he does construction, she day care they are both BI. Gary and Jaye walk over and tell us a game of Janga has started, or they have the dice. The six of us decide to stay by the bar with the dice. The four of us obviously comfortable help to relax them. She begins to rub his leg. Your sign she is ready to join in. Luck would have it you get “Lick below the waist”. This time you grab her and I. You slowly part her robe. You have been waiting for hours to see what is under there. It is as good as you thought. She is completely shaved under her sheer thong. You lick up her thighs. With your hand on me, I lean over getting a great look. You lick her thong. Tasting her wetness. I reach over and slide it out of your way, sliding her leg towards me more, opening her up for you. She reaches up and begins to kiss me as you begin to eat her. Her husband is stroking himself watching. Jaye goes over to assist him. She cums very fast. You sit up and ask whose turn is it? I roll the same. I grab you and him. Line you up on the barstools. Begin to stroke you as I part his robe. He is still hard from watching us with his wife I wrap my lips around him and tighten around you. You both are watching each other and me swelling in my hand and my mouth. I switch to licking you and stroking him. Stroking both of you and going back and forth, seeing if I can make you both cum at once. Stroking faster, sucking each of you, Jaye comes behind me and runs her hands between my legs. You both can see me sucking you, stroking both of you, and her fingering me. I begin to moan as I suck wanting to taste both of you. You both begin to throb. Suddenly you each cum on my chest. Just bathing me in your juices. I cum in Jaye's hand. You both come down to me. Each kissing me and sucking each other off my nipples. I melt to the floor from there the dice were forgotten and there were hands and mouths everywhere. As I am on my back, Jaye begins with the double. Sliding it into my very wet pussy sliding closer, and closer. Fucking each other. Unable to get close enough. You kneel to the side of me so I may suck you as I fuck Jaye. I turn under you, and he bends you over. Jaye begins to lick and suck your neck as I am sucking you cock and fucking Jaye. He slowly begins to lick your ass, running his tongue on you. We kiss under you. He licks you balls as I suck your head. Slowly inserting a finger in. You lean back into his hand swelling more in my mouth. He gets on his knees behind you, and slowly begins fucking you. Paula has joined the group watching on the couch and begins playing with his wife. David gets between the girls and they stroke him as he has one pussy on each hand. The sounds of everyone sucking, kissing, moaning, fucking. Everyone is getting closer and closer. Each turning each other hotter and hotter. He fucks you as he watches his wife getting fingered by some guy(David). Paula wants to cum so bad. Dave is fucking her harder; driving his fingers in deeper, she adds her own hand to help. Jaye and I are grinding, harder and harder into each other. Sucking on you. Stroking you balls. Gary standing beside Jaye. Getting sucked. He grabs her head and begins to fuck her mouth. He is going to cum first. We can all hear him getting so close, knowing it will set us all off. The energy in the room with 8 people about to cum at once. He explodes in her mouth. We see it drip down her chin. Dave begins to cover the girls’ hands with his juices. Paula screams she cums so hard. The wife is so quiet, but has a great spazm run through her body. You can see the grin. You know it was good. Jaye and I both arch our back. Cumming as you cum in my mouth, down my neck. He drives on last on into you, then pulls out stroking faster and faster cumming all over down on the floor now. He cums all over my neck as I try to catch it in my mouth. We all let go and melt to the floor. Wrapped in each other. Stroking Kissing Rubbing Relaxing, yet starting all over again New Year's Wish "A costume party? For New Year's?" Malia raised a skeptical eyebrow and twirled the phone cord around her finger. "Isn't that a little weird? I mean, aren't costume parties for Halloween?" "No I swear, it will be awesome. Tons of booze, and it doesn't matter what you wear as long as it's skanky." "Skanky? What is this, a sex party?" Malia sighed and felt irritation swelling in her chest. "Amy, I told you. I'm not as--well, 'free' as you are. I just don't do that kind of stuff." Amy laughed on the other end. "Mal, I only said that because Brock is going to be there. And he'll be drunk. You'll be drunk. You can't lose! C'mon, it's a chance to get what you always wanted. Brock--in bed--and he won't even know it's you, because you'll be in costume! You won't have to live with the guilt afterwards. Mal, it's like a dream come true!" Malia considered what her friend had said. "Ames, who says I want Brock in bed? And besides, I don't even have a costume to wear," she argued. "I can't possibly come up with something in only two hours!" "If you could have only one New Year's wish this year, what would it be?" Mal rolled her eyes and reluctantly said, "Okay, okay, if I could only have on New Year's wish it would be to finally have sex with Brock." Amy was starting to sound impatient. "Well, there you go. You have to go to this party. Wear whatever you've got. Wear one of your old Halloween costumes. Like the Go-Go Girl! That was hot. It doesn't matter because it'll be off by the end of the night anyway. Please, Mal?" "I threw the Go-Go Girl costume away. The only thing I've got is the vampire costume I wore last Halloween." "Ugh, that frumpy thing?" Malia clenched her fist. "Amy, it's all I have!" Amy sighed again. "Okay, fine. But you need to, like, cut the skirt way shorter and put on some sexy nylons. Make it skanky, or Brock won't even give you a second look. All that booze makes him think through his cock." "Haha, Brock--cock. It rhymes." "I'm not laughing, Mal. Are you coming or not?" Malia exhaled loudly. "YES, I'm coming. Pick me up at six thirty so we can go together." "Great! See you then!" Click. * * * Malia stared into her closet in dismay. Amy was absolutely right, her vampire outfit was frumpy to the max. There was no way any guy at that party would give her a second chance, much less Brock! A strange tingling feeling started in Mal's lower region when she thought about Brock. She'd been dreaming up sexual fantasies about him since ninth grade. They were now sophomores in college, and Malia was just as obsessed as ever. Amy was right when she said it was the chance of a lifetime. New Year's parties at Brock's parents' house were all about sex. Sex, sex, and more sex. It seemed like everybody who came got laid before the night was even half over--many of them multiple times! Brock's parents always went to St Bart's for Christmas and New Year's, and the infamous New Year's bash was a big hush-hush up until their plane left. Then planning went into full swing, and the excitement began to build. It happened every year, but this was the first year Mal was even considering going. She gazed back at the long black skirt & black long-sleeved shirt that had been part of her costume. With a sigh, Malia picked up the scissors and began to cut. * * * "I'm telling you, I am gonna fuck the brains out of that slut Amy tonight. Her hot ass has my name all over it." Brock was already half-drunk. He and his buddies were still setting up for the party, but Brock couldn't resist the bottles of Jack Daniels on the kitchen counter, and had taken a significant amount of shots while his buds Ken and Mitch made sure all the window coverings were secured and the sound system was ready. The last thing they needed was the neighbors getting a peek of this party. "Amy, the redhead? Man, she IS a slut." Ken shook his head and threw a handful of beers into a nearby bucket of ice. "I think I did her last year, but I don't remember. I did like five redheads." He laughed. Ding-dong! The doorbell rang, and Brock rubbed his hands together in glee. "Let the fuck-fest begin, my friends," he chuckled. Ken and Mitch just shook their heads. * * * Amy arrived late, as usual. Malia was already in her full get-up and had been ready to go for at least an hour before Amy pulled up in her black convertible. "I'll be down in a minute," Mal yelled when she heard Amy enter through the front door. Mal stood for a minute in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, and marveled. Her costume had gone from frumpy to spectacular. She didn't even look like herself! She looked--hot. Sexy. Slutty. Mysterious. Fantastic. Amy poked her head in through the bedroom door. "WHOA! Mal, is that you? Shit, you look...awesome. Hot. You really look hot, Mal. Great job on the costume." Malia smiled at herself in the mirror and turned to face her friend. "Really? I'm pretty proud of it myself." Mal had taken the scissors to her costume until there was practically nothing left. Her skirt had been reduced to a shredded, tiny piece of cloth wrapped tightly around her ass, with her long legs clothed in sexy spider-web nylons. She'd pulled out the "hooker boots" Amy bought her two Christmases ago, and they looked perfect. Her top had also been reduced to practically nothing--just a swatch of cloth that looked like an ill-fitting tank top. The neckline plunged down to almost her belly button, and Mal had foregone a bra, letting her full breasts practically spill right out of the front of the shirt. The completion of the outfit was Mal's long black hair--she'd let it all the way down, so that it nearly graced her perky butt, and then overdid it on the makeup. She had blood-red lips, black eyeliner spread thick around her eyes, and even a little trickle of "blood" dripping from the corner of her mouth. She looked nothing like the sweet, innocent Malia who usually stayed at home on New Year's Eve. She looked like... "Oh my god, you look like a vampire dominatrix," Amy exclaimed. "It's fantastic!" Amy didn't look too bad herself, sucked up into a white vinyl minidress with knee-high white boots and her red hair teased in all directions. It wasn't exactly a costume, but Malia figured it didn't matter anyway...Amy never stayed in her clothes at a party where booze and men were involved. As long as her boobs were threatening to pop out of her dress--which they were--that was all the "costume" Amy would need. "Ready to go?" Malia took one last look at herself in the mirror as she followed Amy out of the room. She was surprised by how turned on she was by her own costume. It didn't help, of course, that she had foregone underwear. With the nylons gently teasing her clit, Malia felt herself starting to get extremely aroused. She could feel the cool air breathing on her clit as she walked, and realized just how little was seperating her womanhood from the outside world. If she even stretched wrong, the pool of arousal forming on her nylons would become exposed. It was going to be an interesting night indeed... * * * By the time they reached the party, so much anticipation was building inside of Malia that she was desperately horny. She had never worn an outfit like this, one that screamed "fuck me," and she liked the sensation it caused through her entire body. For the first time in her life, she felt like a whore. It felt surprisingly good. She had the desire to jump on the first hard cock she could find and ride it until she came to a screaming orgasm. But, she knew, she was here for Brock. And she wouldn't leave until she had felt him inside of her. She spotted Brock across the room, already visibly drunk and hanging on some blonde dressed as Barbie. Hesitation suddenly caused Malia to halt. She wasn't a sexually forward person. Usually, her kinky fantasies came out only when she had the house to herself, a few erotic stories off of the internet, and a vibrator. Did she actually expect to just march up to Brock and start fucking him? Alcohol. That was the solution. Mal reached for the nearest table of booze, grabbed a shotglass of whiskey and downed it quickly. It burned, warmed her insides, and made her clit tingle even more than it already was. Just a few more, and she would be as shameless as Amy. Mal quickly began to take shot after shot. Soon, the room began to spin and Mal quickly found a place to sit down. As it was, she ended up on some guy's lap. It became apparent, both from the grin on his face and the bulge in his pants that the guy was happy to see her. "Hey sexy," he said. Even with how liquored-up Malia was already, the words did not sound smooth. She guessed that if she weren't drunk, they probably would have sounded even worse. The guy was clearly a loser. "Sorry," she slurred. "I have to find Brock." Brock was nowhere to be found downstairs, so Malia headed to the next logical place--upstairs. She tossed back a few more shots of whiskey and 2 martinis on the way, and realized she was now officially plastered. Her body was raging with hormones, just dying for a good fuck. A trickle of juice slipped past Malia's nylons and began to slip down her leg. She was good and ready, that was for sure. Now she just had to find Brock... Before Mal even made it halfway down the hall, a hand grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a dark, humid room. A voice surprised her by whispering right in her ear. "I found you." Mal nearly jerked away in surprise. "Amy?" she hissed. "Is that you?" A familiar laugh filled Mal's ears. "Yes Mal, it's me. I was hoping you'd find your way up here. We've been waiting for you." "We?" Mal felt a rush of dizziness and knew that she'd overdone it on the alcohol. There was no way she'd remember any of this in the morning....if she even woke up in the morning. At this rate, she might be dead-hungover for three days! "I've been dying to fuck you ever since I saw you in that outfit." "Huh?" Malia tried to sort through the swirling thoughts in her brain, but was distracted by the flash of light that zipped through her vision as she suddenly felt a hand on her clit. It had to be Amy's. She could feel the long acrylic nails that Amy had obsessively manicured every week. Amy was gently rubbing her clit, her fingers pressing insistently against Mal's soaked nylons. "Mmm, Mal you are horny, aren't you? Good, because you're in for a treat." Suddenly, all of the dizziness in Mal's brain disappeared. She hit that second stage of drunkenness, where she was keenly alert and high-strung. Her raging horniness had escalated to a fiery, throbbing level. She could feel the lips of her cunt swollen and pushing against the constraining nylons, begging to be freed. "Amy, I--what's going on? Where's Brock?" "Sssshh, be quiet. I don't know where Brock is. I think he's down the hall fucking some blonde." Amy was leading Mal by the arm, backwards through the darkness until Mal felt the softness of a mattress against the back of her knees. She fell onto it. Amy was already tugging at Mal's nylons, pulling them downward until they had reached the top of her hooker boots. Air rushed to greet the lips of Mal's pussy, and she nearly sighed with delight at the sensation of freedom. "Wait Amy," Mal suddenly protested, groping for her friend in the dark. She grabbed a handful of hair and immediately argued, "I'm not a lesbian! What are we doing?" "No Mal," Amy said, her breath tickling Mal's clit. She was deathly close...Mal could almost feel Amy's presence inches above her aching pussy. "You're not a lesbian. You've told me yourself, you get off to both male and female porn. You've said before that you'd like to experiment with Angelina Jolie. Mal, you're bisexual." Mal opened her mouth to argue, but was immediately cut off by the warmth of Amy's mouth, diving upon her swollen clit. In a second Mal was being teased, flicked & probed by Amy's tongue, and all she could do was gasp in response. The sensations escalated into her abdominal area and she couldn't resist the urge to buck her hips, shoving herself more insistently into Amy's devouring mouth. "Oh my god, Amy...Amy....I don't--I don't know..." "Ssssshhhh..." Mal had never felt anything like this. She had been orally pleased before, sure, but never by another woman. It was an entirely different ballgame to receive from someone who shared the same reproductive organs, from someone who knew exactly what she wanted and where she wanted it. The sensation was nearly too much. Mal already thought she was ready to go over the edge when suddenly Amy slipped a finger inside. A shiver of pleasure ripped through her whole body, causing her nipples to tighten. Mal felt shock at what was happening, but an insane pleasure at the same time. She began to cry out and buck her hips harder, faster. Amy's finger was soon joined by a second finger, then a third. Soon, Mal was bucking as hard as she could, riding all three fingers while Amy insistently teased and sucked on the clit, bringing her dangerously close to an explosive orgasm. Amy must have known when Mal was a mere millisecond away from coming, because she stopped suddenly and slid her body seductively on top of Mal's. Mal was shocked to feel Amy's warmth against her cunt. Amy was already naked, and her warmth was joined by a feeling of dampness that immediately let Mal know how turned on she was. She knew Amy loved experimentation, but she had always pictured that experimentation happening with guys--not with girls, and especially not with her! Mal was soaking up the attention with a heavenly, drunken stupor. Her pussy was still throbbing, more blood-filled and swollen than ever, begging to orgasm. She was now keenly aware of every sensation, from the tickling feeling in her nipples right down to the delicious shiver in her toes. Amy was right, Mal realized. I am bisexual! I'm actually enjoying this! Malia's attention was directed right back to her nipples when Amy suddenly ripped the shreds of shirt aside and began twirling her tongue around Mal's tits. Her moves were slower and more deliberate now, dragging out the agony of Mal's need to orgasm. Amy's hand roved underneath the shreds of fabric, probing and massaging every area of Mal's body as she continued to suck gently on each nipple, bringing them to taut peaks. Mal let out a moan, and felt every muscle in her body loosen a little bit. Now that she was resigned to enjoying this, she felt liberated and almost exhilarated by the touch of a woman's tongue on her body. It was Amy's tongue, she reminded herself. Amy, her best friend since elementary school. Amy, beautiful Amy whom she trusted more than anyone else. Amy, the experimental one, who was now bringing her experience to the table in a way Mal had never even fathomed. Suddenly Mal plunged into a flashback. She was remembering the time in third grade when she and Amy had just come inside from playing in the little swimming pool in Mal's backyard. They were in the process of getting dressed when Amy suggested that they "have sex." Mal's parents still hadn't given her "the talk" about the birds and the bees, so Mal only knew what she had seen on TV those times she snuck out to the living room late at night and watched from behind her dad's recliner. He was usually watching some Skin-emax movie, where the acting was horrible but it was really the sex that mattered. All Mal had gathered was that sex involved two naked people and a lot of moaning. She knew it was usually a girl and a guy, but, not really understanding anything about penises, she didn't see why it couldn't work with 2 girls instead. Her mom had walked in on them when Amy and Mal were naked, cuddled up against each other on Mal's Garfield bedspread and awkwardly kissing each other's necks like they'd seen on TV. The girls had quickly scrambled apart, explaining that they were just goofing around and looking for their clothes. Now, Mal flashed back to the present, where Amy's luscious body was on top of hers, and she was enjoying waves of pleasure from the presence of Amy's well-trained tongue. It was almost surreal. "Amy," Mal gasped. "Amy?" "Yes, my lover?" Amy stopped her teasing swirls just long enough to lift her head and brush her lips across Mal's. "What is it?" Mal grasped for the right words, hoping to sound experienced and casual. The words came out blunt and desperate. "I--I need to cum. I want you to make me cum." Mal could have sworn she felt Amy smile in the dark. "Of course," was all she said. Soon, the teasing and flicking had resumed on Mal's juice-soaked pussy. It wasn't enough. "Fuck me," Mal demanded. "Fuck me, Amy." This time, there was no gentle progression...Amy gave all three fingers to Mal in one insistent entry, which caused her to buck in surprise and cry out. "Is that what you wanted, Mal? Do you want me to fuck you will all three fingers?" "Yes," Mal gasped. "Harder, I want you to fuck me harder." Amy was now fucking her with one hand and using the other to feather her clit. The combination of the two raised goosebumps on every inch of Mal's body, and she shivered in delight. A delicious sweat was now soaking all of her skin. She felt lighter than air, like all of her muscles were melted away and she was slowly beginning to rise off the surface of the bed. She began riding Amy's fingers feverishly. "Amy, I'm going to cum," she gasped. In response, Amy bent over and took Mal's clit into her mouth, suckling it and begging her to cum. Her fingers continued to ram deeper and deeper into Mal's slick, tightening cunt, until she felt the convulsion of the muscles as they began to orgasm. Mal screamed out in a long, unwavering note, her hips held high in the air, sucking imaginary cum from the tips of Amy's fingers and bucking lightly, desperately, trying to hold onto the orgasm for as long as possible. She shuddered, her eyes clamped tightly shut and her entire body wracked with sensation. The convulsions kept coming in waves, one after the other, until finally Mal peaked one last time and collapsed on the bed in an exhausted, gasping heap. "Wonderful," Amy murmured, followed by a giggle. She stretched her body out on top of Mal's and kissed her lightly on the lips, enjoying the heaving of her full breasts as she gasped for air. "I--I've never done anything like that before," Mal breathed in awe. Amy giggled again. "What about threesomes, Mal? Haven't you ever had a threesome?" Mal's mouth was dry as she shook her head and then realized it was still pitch black. "No," she replied. "Never." "Would you like to?" Amy was leaning down in her ear now, speaking in that seductive voice that sent shivers of excitement down Mal's spine. "Here? Now?" Mal was shocked to suddenly feel the warmth of another body laying down beside her. This body was different though...bigger, rougher....and as she felt the tip of an erection begin to probe the lips of her pussy, she gasped in surprise. "Who's here??" But suddenly the smell of aftershave overcame Mal's senses. It was Stetson Untamed, the cologne that had driven her wild for the past several years. Every time Brock walked by, she caught a whiff of it. And now, she knew whose huge cock was slowly inching its way into her drenched lips. As his cock finished its slow, agonizing journey inside of her, Mal let out a sigh of bliss and contentment. Amy's tongue began coming down on her nipples again, and she reveled in the sensations of two people showering her with sexual pleasure. A watch suddenly beeped. "Oh," Amy cried, "it's midnight." She leaned down and nipped playfully at Mal's earlobe. Quietly she whispered, "Happy New Year Mal." New Year's Wish It may have happened in a way very different than she expected, but as Mal took in the ever-quickening thrusts of Brock's swollen erection, she smiled to herself and realized that her New Year's was complete. She'd gotten her wish. "Hey Amy?" "Yeah?" Mal threw her head back and laughed in sheer delight at what was happening. Who cared if she remembered this in the morning or not? All that mattered was the moment, and this was the single most fantastic moment of her life. "Happy New Year Amy." New Years with a Bang The soft clink of ice cubes and the splash of liquid hitting the glass broke up the silence in the room. Gabriel grabbed his drink and walked back to the table in time to see Mark flip his hole cards to reveal the sixes that went with the two showing on the board. "Dammit, four of a kind! Beats my full house," grumbled Tom. Mark succinctly gave his opinion of Tom's poker playing abilities as he raked in his winnings. The men were soon volleying insults back and forth as only two very good friends could. Gabriel was about to call for peace when Brian stood and stretched with a loud groan. "Let's take a break. I'm starving." The four men went over to the kitchen and dove into the platters of sandwiches and snacks that had been left for them. They eventually made their way back to the table and began to talk about the upcoming New Year's Eve party that they all planned to attend. Mark was the first to speak. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not really looking forward to this party. It's probably going to be pretty boring." The other men nodded in agreement. "I'd much rather spend the evening at the club, but Lisa has her heart set on attending." This particular New Year's Eve party was an annual tradition that was held in the grand ballroom of the largest hotel in the city. Everything about the party, from the decorations and favors to the food and the music, would be lavish and expensive. It would also be uninspired; nothing but dinner, some dancing and the requisite champagne toast at midnight. Gabriel watched the men as they continued to grouse and joke about the party. He knew all three from Fairborn, a BDSM club they all belonged to. He had an idea for spicing up New Year's Eve, and was pretty sure that his friends would be willing participants. "Gentlemen, I have a wager for you. The winner gets an orgasm." The statement, though said blandly, grabbed the men's attention. "Or to be more specific," Gabriel continued, "Clare's orgasm." Gabriel held up his hands as questions immediately began to fly. "Let me explain. Clare is having a hard time giving up control in front of other people. I don't mean at the club," Gabriel said before Tom could voice his comment. "She's more comfortable there because everyone's there for the same reason. It's out in public where she hesitates to obey. She worries that someone will see, and is concerned about what people will think. I've been giving her some assignments to help her overcome that hesitation, and she knows that I'll have one for her to complete at the party. That's where you come in." "So, what's the wager?" asked Brian. "Clare will be wearing a pair of multi-function, remote control panties that has an attached dildo. We're arriving at the party at around 8pm. I propose that we each have control of the remote for one hour. We'll go in the order we're sitting here, so me, Brian, Tom and Mark. The idea is to keep her stimulated and on edge all evening, but you'll also have to make sure you don't push her too far over the edge. She won't have permission to come. As her arousal increases, she'll become less and less restrained, and won't be able to hide what's happening. "You still haven't told us about the wager," Brian interjected. "I'm getting to that. Don't be so damn impatient," Gabriel said with a smile. "Hey, I can't help it. You had me at orgasm." The guys laughed along with Brian. "Alright, here's the wager. We'll all spend the evening playing with the remote to help Clare lose her inhibitions. The winner will be revealed at midnight, and that man will then have the next half hour to use the remote to make her come anywhere and any way he wants." "Not to be a nag like Brian," Tom said with a smirk, "But how do we know who wins the wager?" Gabriel picked up the deck of cards, shuffled them, and flipped over the top three. He then grabbed an extra deck, found the exact three cards and set them aside. Picking up the first three, he shuffled them and then held them out, face down, to his friends. "Each of you will pick a card, but don't let anyone see it." He waited while each man chose a card. "When Clare gets home, I'll have her draw a card from the second set and seal it in an envelope. She'll open the envelope at the party and reveal the winner right after midnight. "Clever," Mark drawled. "Will she know about this wager?" "She'll know that the panties will be controlled via remote, but I'd prefer that she not know who's controlling it before midnight. I want her to wonder. I'll leave it up to the winner to decide if he wants her to know anything after midnight. Does everyone agree?" The men all nodded. "Good." Gabriel rose. "Let's go into the den so you can look over the remote and vibe before the big night." "And before Clare gets home," laughed Tom. "Yes," Gabriel said as the men left the room. "We wouldn't want to ruin the surprise." (New Year's Eve) Clare stood naked except for the special panties and shivered as Gabriel tested the remote. The short, but thick dildo that was lodged in her pussy pulsed with various intensities. A mini vibe was buzzing snugly against her clit and was kept in place in a pocket at the front of the panties. As Gabriel worked his way through the various functions, Clare realized that she was in for a long night. "Sir, please tell me again what I have to do tonight." "You don't really have to do anything." Gabriel continued to watch Clare's reactions to his manipulations. "The panties are going to keep you aroused throughout the night". His voice took on a tinge of amusement. "You'll never know when the remote will be used. Who knows, I may even have to give it to someone else if my fingers get too tired." Clare gasped. "You're kidding, right?" The look Gabriel gave her before he completed his explanation told her that he was completely serious. "At midnight you'll open the envelope and find out how you're going to come. That will be your only task for the evening." "Oh, is that all," Clare said under her breath. "What was that, Clare?" Gabriel's voice firmed with tone. "Nothing of importance, Sir." "That's what I thought. Now reach down the front of your panties and tell me how your cunt feels." "Yes, Sir." Clare slid her hand under the panties and touched her pussy. "It's very damp, but I wouldn't say that it's soaking wet." "Then, we should rectify that problem." Gabriel pointed to the four-poster bed. "Face the post, and grab on to it as high above your head as you can." "Yes, Sir." Gabriel flicked a switch and Clare's body immediately went taut against the post. The strong pulses of the dildo made her quiver, while the high intensity vibrations tightened her clit. Clare couldn't hold back her moan. "Reach up and grasp the post higher. Stay on the tips of your toes." "Yes, Sir," she said as she followed his direction. The vibration from the panties suddenly stopped, and Clare barely managed to stay on her toes as her body sagged from the lack of stimulation. Gabriel walked over to Clare and let her see him flick a switch on the remote. She felt the vibrations begin; strong enough to keep her aroused, but light enough not to push her over the edge. Gabriel knelt on the bed in front of her. The post was pushed between her breasts, causing them to thrust forward. Gabriel reached up and firmly pinched her hard nipples. Clare moaned and helplessly thrust her hips to increase the penetration of the dildo. He kept pinching and releasing her nipples for several minutes, until she was thrusting hard against the post in an effort to come. The panties suddenly went dead. "No!" Clare cried, and slumped flat-footed to the ground. "I was so close." Gabriel got off the bed and pressed against Clare from behind, pushing her into the post, his arms reaching around to grasp the post near her breasts. She felt his breath against her ear. "You are not allowed to come until after midnight. I expect you to obey me, Clare. Do not come until you're told to or you will be punished. I won't wait until we get home, either. You'll be punished the second you come, wherever you may be. Do you understand what I'm telling you, Clare?" Clare froze at the thought of public punishment, and it took her a minute to answer. Gabriel's hand slid down into the panties, and he roughly fingered her clit to quickly bring her to the edge. He pulled his hand free and sucked the juice from his fingers. "Your cunt is nice and wet for me now, and it's going to stay wet all night, isn't it, Clare?" "Yes, Sir." "Good girl. I want you to be wet at all times, so if I decide that I want to pull you aside, yank down your panties and thrust my cock into your hot cunt, I'll be able to do so with ease. Does the thought of that excite you?" Clare whimpered. "I didn't hear what you said." The tone became stronger. "Does the thought of being pulled into a darkened corner and fucked, knowing that one or more people might see you, might watch you, excite you, Clare?" The zing of the forbidden caused Clare's stomach to drop as she gasped out, "Yes, Sir. It excites me." "Good. It's time to get dressed. We'll have to leave soon." Gabriel's arms tightened. "By the way, don't think I didn't notice that you failed to stay on the tips of your toes earlier. You'll get your punishment when we get home tonight." Clare groaned at the thought of what was to come, but obediently answered, "Yes, Sir." (Later that night) Dinner was served, and the ballroom was filled with the sounds of conversation and clinking silverware. Seated at the table were Gabriel's closest friends; Mark and his wife, Lisa, Tom and his date, Renee, and Brian, who decided to go stag and take his chances at the party. Clare normally enjoyed the company of Gabriel's friends, but she was finding it very hard to stay focused tonight. It was bad enough that he had to totally ramp her up before they left, but he had continued to play with that damn remote the entire time they'd been here. She had spent the previous hour trying not to spill her drink a second time as she mingled. Just remembering what happened when she was talking to the owner of a local bakery brought a blush to her face. Clare and Miranda were discussing a muffin recipe when Gabriel stepped aside to speak to a business associate. Clare was trying to keep her mind on the conversation, but the sensations going on underneath her dress were making that difficult. Miranda had said something funny, and just as Clare reached out to touch her arm, the vibrator at her clit began a steady buzz, causing her to jostle forward. She ended up with her hand on Miranda's breast. Both women froze in place and stared at each other for a moment, before Clare snatched her hand away with a laugh of embarrassment and an apology. The two soon parted ways, and Clare made her way over to Gabriel. "Are you switching sides? Should I be jealous?" he said with a smirk. "Stop that," Clare said, as she lightly slapped his chest. "You did that on purpose. I'm so embarrassed. I'll never be able to go back to her bakery." "Nonsense. She thinks it was an accident, and will forget it. Trust me. Touching her breast will seem insignificant to you once midnight arrives." The vibrations changed and began to pulsate. Gabriel wrapped his arm around her. "Come on, it's time to be seated for dinner. My mouth is watering for something warm and juicy. Clare groaned at the joke and concentrated on getting to the table without further incident. Dinner was difficult. The vibrators were currently humming steadily, and Clare had to put all of her concentration into not coming. Shifting in her seat only made it worse, since it caused the dildo to move inside her. That movement, and the steady vibration against her clit made her want to pump her hips and come, so movement was not an option. Maybe she'd be able to ignore the way her pussy clenched around the dildo if she just sat still and thought of mundane things like cleaning the house or grocery shopping. She began to mentally make a list. They needed milk, eggs, bread - "Don't you agree, Clare?" Clare snapped back to attention. "I'm sorry, Brian. I was wool gathering. What did you say?" "I said that the chef did an excellent job with the meal tonight. Don't you agree?" "Oh yes. It's very good." Clare scooped up a bite of potato and lifted it toward her mouth. Just then, the vibrations ratcheted up a level. The stronger vibrations shot through her, causing her to gasp out loud and jump just enough for the potatoes to shake off her fork and fall back to her plate. Is everything all right?" Brian asked sweetly. Almost too sweetly. Clare realized that she sat frozen in place, her fingers clenched tightly around the fork that was still poised half-way to her mouth. She began to carefully set the fork down when the vibrations suddenly stopped. The abrupt cessation caused an instantaneous release of tension, which in turn made her drop her fork to the plate with a clatter. She lifted her gaze to apologize for the noise and saw that everyone was looking at her. She felt her face heat. Could they tell how turned on she was? "Are you sure you're feeling alright," Lisa asked with concern in her voice. "Your face is really flushed." "I-I'm fine," Clare stuttered. "I just lost my grip on the fork." She paused a moment to take a breath and noticed Gabriel and Brian grinning at each other. "What was that all about?" she thought to herself. "You do seem a little jittery tonight. Are you anxious for midnight to arrive?" Brian said, and then he winked. "Oh my God," Clare thought, "he knows about my assignment." The stray thought that all the guys knew about it prompted Clare to take a sip of wine. The vibrator suddenly kicked to life. Wine sloshed, and she let out a squeak. After hearing Brian chuckle, she covered the noise with a slight cough, and was, for once, ecstatic when the conversation turned to the upcoming bowl games. With dinner finally complete, Clare realized that she only had to get through a couple more hours, and she'd finally be able to come. She was anxious for the band to get started. It'd be hard for Gabriel to work the remote with his arms around her. She'd finally be able to relax a little. The group was standing by the bar after refreshing their drinks. Clare leaned closer to Gabriel and said, "I'm going to the restroom. I'll be back in a few minutes." Gabriel bent to her ear. "Remember, no orgasm. I'll know if you come." "Yes, Sir," Clare said, and walked away from the group. After Clare left, Brian moved next to Gabriel and handed him the remote. "That was so much fun. She could barely sit still." "Yes," Gabriel agreed. "It'll be interesting to see how she handles the rest of the evening." "Speaking of the rest of the evening, it's my turn." Tom held his hand out for the remote. "This would be a fun game to play at the club. We could let Clare demonstrate how it's done." The men laughed in agreement, and watched while Tom played with the remote. Meanwhile, Clare was bent over and holding on to the bathroom sink for dear life, as shock waves rippled through her body. She couldn't contain her moans of pleasure as the sensations ramped up, then down, and then up once more. "Clare! What's wrong? Are you ill?" Clare looked up and wanted to cry. "Renee. I didn't think anyone else was in here. I know it doesn't look that way, but I'm not ill." Her words were cut off as the vibe at her clit pulsated, and her knees buckled. Renee reached out to lock the door, and then walked over to put a steadying arm around Clare. "You're really close to the edge, aren't you?" Clare was quiet. "It's alright. I know about the panties." The vibrations stopped, and Clare sagged in relief. She knew Renee from the club and felt comfortable enough to confess what was happening. "I'm hanging on to the edge by a fingernail. Gabriel's been testing me since before we even left for the party. I'm hoping he'll give me a break while we're dancing. "Gabriel hasn't had the remote for a while, now." Clare's head shot up, "What!" Renee continued. "He had it at first, but Brian had control during dinner, and Tom has it now. Mark will be next. Tom told me about it during the drive here. He wants to buy some panties for me to try." "I swear that I'm going to kill Gabriel for this. I assumed that the guys knew he was playing with me, but I didn't know they were playing, too." "You weren't supposed to know." Renee grinned. "Gabriel told them that they couldn't tell you, but he never said that I couldn't." Clare smiled back, and then jumped as the clit vibe came back to life. Knowing she was going to come if she didn't do something, Clare pulled up her skirt, and shoved her hand down the front of the panties, effectively blocking her clit from the vibrations. Both women jumped when a fist pounded against the door. "Just a minute," Renee yelled. "The door's jammed." She turned back to Clare. "Go into a stall and pull the panties down and take a break. Gabriel has to know that you'd pull them down to use the restroom." "Good idea. I can't keep my hand in my panties all night." She moved into a stall, and then quickly stuck her head back out. "Thanks, Renee." "No problem. I know you'd do the same for me." She motioned Clare into the stall, and then turned and unlocked the door. Throwing it open, she came face-to-face with several women. "Careful, that thing sticks like glue," she said, as she left the restroom. Seeing Renee return, Gabriel questioned, "Everything okay?" "Yes, but not for long. Clare is trembling and moaning. She's ready to go over the edge." She turned to Tom. "You should ease off a bit. She really is about to lose it in there." For a few minutes the men discussed the merit of easing off versus pushing harder. Renee noticed that Tom kept the remote turned off during the conversation. She hoped that it would give Clare enough time to collect her bearings. Excusing herself, she walked over to have a chat with Lisa. Clare kept the panties off for as long as she dared. She knew Gabriel wouldn't be happy if she stayed in here any longer. Steadying her resolve, she pulled the panties up and into place. The dildo slid easily into her wet pussy, and sunk into place. The fabric at the front of the panties was soaking wet, and felt cold against her skin. She'd barely shifted everything into place when the dual vibes started pulsing. Clare groaned aloud as her arousal was pushed right back to the edge. "Everything okay?" a voice from the next stall asked. "Yes, thank you. I'm just having a problem with my...stockings," she improvised. "I feel your pain, honey. I refuse to wear the damn things anymore." Clare washed up and made a quick exit. She didn't want Gabriel to come looking for her. The band had finally begun, and Clare saw several people on the dance floor as she scanned the crowd for her friends. "We found a table on the other side of the room." Gabriel's voice near her ear caused her to jump. She turned to look at him. "I can see from your expression that you were a good girl while you were gone. Though, you were gone a bit longer than I liked." "Yes, Sir. I didn't come, but it was very close. I really needed the extra few minutes to get a hold of myself. I'm sorry if I disobeyed." Her voice lowered to a whisper as the vibrations suddenly ceased. "It's alright. You were told not to come, but I didn't give you any specific instructions, so you didn't technically disobey me. No more long breaks from this point forward, though. Bathroom breaks are fine, but keep them short. You are no longer allowed to use anything but your willpower to stop yourself from coming. You will take your punishment if you get pushed over the edge." New Years with a Bang "Yes, Sir. I understand. Thank you." The band began playing a slow song. "Let's dance," Gabriel said. He gave a wave to the table, walked with Clare to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. She sighed and let her body relax against his. At least she'd have a few minutes of relief while they danced. Then, she remembered that Tom, or maybe by now, Mark, had the remote. In actuality, it was Lisa who held the remote. Mark, not knowing that Renee had clued Lisa in to what was happening, thought it'd be fun to watch her unknowingly play with Clare. He started explaining the various buttons. "See, there's a set for the clit vibe and one for the dildo. You can make either of them pulse, buzz on low, buzz on high, or a combination of them all." Renee studied the remote, but didn't move to do anything else. "Don't you want to push the buttons to see how they work?" Mark couldn't wait to see Clare's reaction to the various vibrations she'd receive as Lisa played with the buttons. His imagination was already coming up with a variety of fun ways to play with Lisa while she wore a pair of the panties. He was jerked by to the present when Lisa spoke. "I don't need to push them. We don't have the panties here, so pushing the buttons wouldn't really do anything," she said innocently. "What?" Mark couldn't believe that she really didn't want to at least push one button. "I said-," she began. "I know what you said." Lisa looked up at him and smiled sweetly, but the look in her eyes told a different story. "You know, don't you?" "Yes, and I think Gabriel should have told Clare what he planned. She needs a break, so I'm not going to contribute to her misery by pushing any of these buttons." "Gabriel will handle Clare as he sees fit. I think you should be more worried about how your Dom handles you." Mark's tone changed. "Now tell me again what you're going to do with those buttons." "Uh oh. Game over," Lisa thought, as she glanced toward the dance floor. "I'm going to push the buttons however you want me to, Sir." Clare's body suddenly tensed and Gabriel had to smile. His little sub was being put through the ringer tonight. He doubted that she'd even be able to form words of protest by the time midnight arrived. "How wet is your cunt?" "It's dripping, Sir. The panties are soaked through." Clare buried her face in Gabriel's shoulder and moaned. "Tell me what's happening." "Yes, Sir," came the muffled reply. "Right now the dildo is buzzing on low and the vibe at my clit is just pulsing. My pussy is clenching around the dildo in time with the pulses. I can no longer stop how it's affecting my body. Moving doesn't help, and neither does standing still. I feel like I want you to just throw me to the floor and fuck me hard until I come." "Mmmmm. That's an interesting visual. What if I told you that I'd let you come?" Clare gasped. "Yes, please!" "Hold on. You might want to hear the rest of what I have to say before you so enthusiastically agree." Clare tamped down on her excitement. "Yes, Sir." "That's better. What if I let you come with the stipulation that it has to be here?" "On the dance floor?" "No," he said patiently. "We'll go over to that chair in the corner. I'll sit and open my pants. You'll stand in front of me, pull down the panties and then sit back and impale yourself on my cock. Your dress will cover us, and I'll fuck you until we both come. No one will probably even notice, unless you're unable to stay quiet when you feel my cock thrusting in and out of your hot, wet cunt." Gabriel pressed her hips into the hard ridge of his cock. Clare knew just how good it would feel thrusting in and out of her pussy. She also knew it'd only take a few seconds of fucking to push her over the edge if she agreed to his plan. "Wow. You must be more turned on than I thought if you're not immediately telling me no. Let's go, then. The chair is empty and waiting." Gabriel grabbed her hand and turned to walk off the dance floor. "No, wait!" Clare pulled Gabriel back to her. "I can't do it. Not in front of everyone." "Are you sure? I'm giving you a free pass to come right now." Clare grimaced as the vibrators continued the torture. "I'm sure." The dance ended, and Gabriel led Clare from the dance floor. "Alright, the offer's off the table. You'll just have to deal with whatever else comes your way." "Yes, Sir." Midnight had come and gone. Clare was a jittery mess. Her nerves were strung tight, ready to snap. It took all the energy she had to wish her friends a happy new year. Just being touched pushed her closer to the edge. The girls were gentle, but the men grabbed her into tight hugs, moving her body so that her nipples rubbed against their chests. She was at her breaking point. Thankfully, the champagne toasts were done and the band was on its last set. The ballroom was beginning to clear out as the group moved to the cigar lounge for a final drink. The room was mostly deserted. There were a couple men at the bar, and two couples sitting at a table. Coming back from one last bathroom break, Clare found Gabriel and his friends occupying the sitting area by the fire. The couch where Brian, Mark and Lisa sat faced the fire with its back to the bar and tables. Pairs of cozy chairs flanked either side of the couch, spreading out in a semi-circle. Tom and Lisa sat in the two seats closest to Brian, and Gabriel sat on the other side by Lisa. Clare headed for the last empty chair. "We've been waiting for you," Gabriel said. "Where's the envelope I gave you?" Clare pulled it from her purse. "What's the deal with the card inside?" "As you know, tonight's assignment was given to you to help you overcome your inhibitions in public. You have handled yourself well." Gabriel looked at the men with a smile. "She almost agreed to being fucked in public." Clare blushed and hid her face in her hands. "Look at me, Clare." Gabriel paused. "I'm very proud of you tonight," he said softly. "Thank you, Sir," Clare whispered. "Back to the envelope," Tom interrupted. Gabriel raised his voice and continued. "Clare, each guy holds a playing card." He nodded, and the men pulled out their cards. "One of those matches the one inside the envelope. Whoever holds the winning card has a half hour to use the remote and make you come, and he can do it any way and anywhere he chooses." Clare froze and glanced at Renee. She looked as shocked as Clare felt. Obviously, Tom didn't tell her every detail of tonight's little game. "Open the envelope, Clare." Clare picked up the envelope and tore open the end. She noticed that her hands were trembling. She trusted Gabriel to keep her safe, but the thought of what she might be required to do scared her to death. She had just reached inside to pull out the card when Gabriel stopped her. "One final direction. You can choose not to do this-," the men groaned, but quieted after a look from Gabriel. "But if you go that route, know that we will visit the club every night for a week. While there, you'll be taken to the edge and back repeatedly. I'll continue the torment at home. At the end of the week, I'll let you come, but it will be on the main stage at the club in front of everyone." Gabriel was giving her an out. He knew that coming in front of a group would be hard for her, but she'd be one hundred percent more comfortable doing it at the club, than doing it here. It was really a no-brainer for Clare. As much as she wanted to take the easy way out, she knew that she couldn't possibly disappoint her Dom by taking the second option. "I'll continue tonight." A chorus of masculine voices saying "Good girl" rewarded her decision. She pulled the card from the envelope. "It's a Jack of Diamonds." Brian gave a whoop and held up the matching card. Gabriel handed him the remote. "You have a half hour." Brian's demeanor became serious. "Clare, come over here and sit on my lap." "Yes, Sir." Clare knew everyone was watching her, but she couldn't bring herself to look at them. She just prayed that the other people in the lounge weren't paying any attention to this little group. "Sit with your back against the arm of the couch and make sure your skirt isn't underneath you." Clare was just getting into place when the bartender delivered the last round of drinks. Gabriel whispered something to him, and then sat back down in the chair. It was time to begin. Brian flicked on the vibrators and Clare's body stiffened in response. His hand settled on her stomach to keep her in place. "Relax. This is going to make you feel good. I promise." Clare tried her best to relax, but the pulses were working their magic on her clit. Brian's hands were on her breasts, and it took her a moment to realize that he was stroking the bare flesh mounded above her demi bra. She didn't even realize that he had opened the bodice of her dress. He lifted his hands to adjust the remote, and the clitoral vibrations stopped, while the dildo continued to pulse. His hands went back to her breasts, and soon, the fabric from her bra was pushed aside so he could pinch her nipples. He alternated the pinches at her nipples with the pulses in her pussy, and within minutes, Clare was moaning uncontrollably, with no thought to anyone else. "Hold still for a minute. I'm going to shift you a little." Brian turned her so that her back was to his chest, and her legs straddled his legs. Her ass was nestled snugly against the hard length of his cock. He pulled her skirt to her waist and spread his legs, so that everyone could see the panties. "Do you want to come, Clare?" "Oh God. Yes, Sir. Please!" Clare said breathlessly. "Then reach up and start pinching those sweet nipples. I want them to be as red as berries when we're done." "Yes, Sir." Brian began ramping up the vibrations the second Clare started pinching. It didn't take long to get both vibes going full speed. It took even less time for Clare to get going full speed. She was writhing in his lap and grinding against his cock, all while moaning her pleasure loudly. It took all of his willpower to keep his cock from exploding. He placed his hand over her pussy, thrusting it firmly, and pushing the dildo in as deep as it would go. "Come now, Clare," he demanded. That firm thrust of the thick plug inside her pushed her over the edge, and Clare yelled out as her orgasm roared through her body. Her back arched and she was unable to move as the strong waves of intense pleasure hit her repeatedly. Gabriel was in awe over the display of his sub in the thrall of ecstasy. She was spread out like a buffet, and her plump red nipples and juicy cunt made his mouth water. Her head was thrown back against Brian's shoulder as she continued to whimper through the lingering effects of her orgasm. Every eye in the room was on her. His cock was rock hard and he wanted nothing more than to bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her silly. Instead, he settled for getting up and straightening her dress, before pulling her from Brian's lap and into his arms. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" "Everyone keeps asking me that tonight," she answered, and then giggled, more from the effervescent spikes of pleasure that were still running through her body, than because the statement was funny. Their friends and the other people in the lounge suddenly surrounded them. Gabriel felt Clare's skin heat and knew that she finally remembered that they weren't alone. All she had to do was look up, and she'd see that the other people standing here were all people from the club. She knew every one of them. Even the bartender belonged to the club. Though to be accurate, he was actually the owner of the cigar lounge, and had agreed to do a favor for Gabriel. Clare had been so caught up in what was happening to her that she hadn't even recognized Sam when he brought over the drinks. Gabriel grabbed Brian's attention. "We don't usually come and run, but Clare's still pretty high on endorphins, so I'm going to get her out of here. Will you let the others know?" "Sure thing. I'll catch up with you later in the week." Clare was still bright red and having a hard time keeping her eyes off the floor. Brian used a finger to lift her chin. "You did a good job, kid." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. "Keep your chin up." Clare smiled. "Yes, Sir." The couple left and were soon home. Once inside, Clare yawned and stretched. "I'm exhausted. I'll probably sleep like a log." "I know it's late, but we have one more piece of business to attend to before we go to bed." Clare looked over at Gabriel. "The tip-toe thing." Gabriel nodded. "Yes, your earlier disobedience. Go get ready for bed. When you're done, I want you lying back on the bed with your legs spread. No clothes." "Yes, Sir." Clare headed into the bedroom. Fifteen minutes later, Gabriel walked over to the bed and held up a riding crop for Clare to see. "You fell from your toes because you were overly concerned with how your cunt felt. I'm going to make sure you won't forget how it's feeling. Your punishment will be ten smacks from the crop." "Yes, Sir," Clare said shakily. This was the first time that he had used the crop, so she was a little nervous. Before she realized what was happening, Gabriel had smacked her mound four times in quick succession. Clare yelped and jackknifed up from the bed. "Lie down and stay there. I won't tell you a second time." Clare once again assumed her position. Gabriel ran the end of the crop up and down her pussy. The leather was firm and slightly cool against her bare lips. "Your cunt is starting to get wet. I can see the moisture on the tip of my crop, and your clit is just starting to peek out at me. Getting your cunt spanked excites you, doesn't it Clare?" Clare whispered, "Yes, Sir." A flick of his wrist brought the tip of the crop down against her bare lips, causing her to cry out and making her body become tense. "I didn't hear you, Clare." He smacked the crop against her lips a second time. The sounds she was now making had become deeper. "Yes, Sir. It excites me." SMACK! The crop came down a third time. "You know what I want to hear." "Yes, Sir. Getting my cunt spanked excites me, Sir." "Good girl." He pushed the tip of the crop between her pussy lips and rubbed it against her clit, causing her to squirm against it. "Yes, you do like having your cunt spanked. Look at how wet you made my crop." He held the crop close to her face so she could see the moisture, before lightly tapping her lips. "Clean it." "Yes, Sir." Clare opened her mouth and lapped her tongue across the leather several times. Gabriel's eyes followed her every move. "Your last three slaps are going to be on your clit. Reach down and hold your cunt open for me." Clare put her hands down and spread the lips. Her pussy was hot from her arousal and from the smacks of the crop. Gabriel sat down the crop and undressed. Then, he leaned over and sucked her clit hard, forcing it to become even further engorged. "Oh God!" Clare's hips bucked as his lips continued to suction. Just when she thought he'd push her over the edge, he stopped. Gabriel picked up the crop, and then stood next to her head. He pushed the hard tip of his erection into her mouth. "Suck my cock and make me come." Clare eagerly took him into her mouth. She loved sucking his cock. It always caused her excitement level to jump. Distracted, she didn't see the crop come down on her clit until it was too late. Hot pain spread across her pussy, and Clare moaned loudly around Gabriel's cock. Gabriel pushed his cock deeper, taking advantage of her open mouth. He held her head and began thrusting in and out with a steady tempo. Clare's body was trembling as she struggled to keep up with his thrusts, while keeping her pussy spread wide. SMACK! The heat was almost unbearable. Her clit was throbbing. Gabriel's cock was also throbbing, and he pushed it in deeper as his thrusts became more uncontrolled. He flicked her clit with the tip of the crop, over and over, until it really did became too much to bear. Her whimpers increased, as she frantically tried to hold herself together. Gabriel looked down at her. "Clare?" She raised her eyes to his, and the crop came down with a stinging slap. "Come!" he shouted, and Clare exploded. Soon strong, hot jets were filling her mouth as Gabriel came with a yell. The sensations flowing through her body quickly interrupted all thought, and she became unable to keep up with the flow from his cock. Hot come spilled out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin. Gabriel pulled out, spilling even more. "Rub my come into your skin. I want you to think about my cock every time you smell my scent." Once she was done, the two crawled under the covers. Gabriel reached over to turn off the light. "We'll talk about this evening's assignment tomorrow. I want to hear your thoughts on everything that happened." His words were met with silence. "Sweetheart?" Gabriel looked down at her face. She must have fallen asleep the instant her head hit the pillow. She'd had a busy evening. He smiled and pulled her close. His last thought before falling asleep was to wonder if tomorrow would be too soon to again play with the panties. New Years with Amanda "So what are your plans for new years?" The question caught me off guard. Sitting around the dinner table with family, celebrating Thanksgiving, new years seemed far off. But, here I was looking across the table at my 22 year-old cousin Amanda, her head cocked slightly to the side, waiting for a response. "I haven't given it much thought to be honest. Why?" I replied. "I thought I might come visit you in the city. Would that be Ok?" she asked nonchalantly, twirling a lock of her wavy brown hair. I was delighted by the request. My cousin and I had always gotten along well growing up. Being just a few years older than her we were always able to relate to each other. Whenever our family got together Amanda and I would inevitably end up off to the side spending time together. The two of us were always immune to the family drama and politics that inevitably invaded our family gatherings. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't enjoyed watching her grow up. As a kid she had always been a little awkward, but today she stands a healthy curvy 5'8", with olive skin and wavy brown hair that falls to her lower back, high cheek bones and flashing green eyes. Her chest has blossomed to a healthy C cup and her pleasantly narrow waste that flares out into distractingly wide hips. I have to force myself to keep my eyes up every time she walks away, especially after she came close to catching me gawking several times. Amanda and I had never spent time together on our own. But now that we were older and I have my own place in the city, it made sense that she might want to come and explore. "So how do you want to celebrate" I asked her later as we sat together in the backyard. "Hmm, I'll leave that up to you, but I'm sure we can get up to some no good." she answered. Her response sounded flirtatious. I looked her in the eyes and she held my gaze for several seconds. I dropped my gaze, secretly telling myself to stop imagining things. This was my cousin after all. *** A month later I was sitting in my living room looking out the dark windows, listening to the clicks and taps coming from the bathroom as Amanda got ready for the evening. I reached into my pocket and fished out my phone, trying to get an idea of how long it was going to take Amanda and I to get to the house party I was taking her to. A few minutes later, the clack of high heels approached. When I looked up my jaw dropped. Amanda wore black high heels that seemed to go on for days. Her long tanned legs were accentuated by a red, form fitting strapless dress that pushed the line of scandalous with it's hem line. Her hair flowed across her shoulders and chest, framing her face and simply done make up stunningly. I recovered from my ogling as quickly as I could, but I suspected not quickly enough as I caught the flash of a mischievous smile as I picked my jaw off my lap. "Wow...look at you!" is all I could manage to wheeze. Cursing myself internally for the thoughts invading my mind. "Yea!" she responded breathily, playfully doing a 360 in mock-modeling fashion. I had a hard time keeping my mouth from falling out of place again as she turned and I saw how perfectly the striking red dress hugged her ass. "Shall we then?" I blurted, jumping off the couch and heading for the door. "Let's do this!" She quipped excitedly. *** We spent an hour or two circulating amongst the groups of friends at the first party. I was pleased to see most of the other male attendees had as much difficulty keeping their eyes off my cousin as I did. But when they tried to talk with her she seemed to bore quickly. None of them lasted long. A few more drinks and we found ourselves off to the side together as usual. After finishing another drink, Amanda put her hand on my arm and leaned up against me asking quietly if I wanted to try going to a bar or a club. I couldn't help but notice how warm and soft she felt against me. Loosened up after my first few drinks, I was also ready to move on to something more happening. We decided to hop in a cab a go check out the bar scene. We settled on busy spot with great music where we managed to get a table in the corner, just removed enough from the bustle so we could talk. A few more drinks and she was regularly placing her hand on my arm and flashing a brilliant smile. It made me dizzy and I couldn't help but notice our evening was feeling more and more like a date. Nonetheless I attributed it to our familial closeness and the drinks, nothing more. "You know, you've always been my favorite cousin." she confided shortly before midnight, tilting her head to the side, drawing my gaze from my empty glass to her brilliant green eyes. She was sitting facing my chair, her legs crossed one over the other, her red dress riding - if possible - further up her thighs. "Oh really" I said, holding her gaze this time "Why's that?" She kept looking at me, "You know why. We've always had...a connection." her leg now against my own. "I feel the same way." I admitted, looking back down at my glass, twirling it in my hands, trying to convince myself that my cousin wasn't intentionally trying to turn me on. "And look at you know!" she exclaimed, drawing her leg away momentarily as she straightened up. "You've grown up so well: great career, your own place and so handsome..." she let the last words hang in the air for a moment, before sliding her leg back against mine. I laughed. Maybe it was the free champagne that the bartenders had been passing out on top of all the previous drinks. But I decided to stop analyzing the situation and just see where it led. "You've turned out pretty well yourself" I gestured to her body. She smiled, apparently pleased with my response. "You think so?" she asked demurely, letting her eyes fall, drawing my own with them over her sloping chest down to her exposed thighs. "Yea, I mean look at you. Cuz, you look...hot!" it was true, and the liquor was steadily making it seem less and less important to pretend that I wasn't attracted to her just because she was family. The sudden flush of her cheeks was either her champagne kicking in or her flustered response. "Thank you..." she muttered, putting her hand on my leg and giving it a long squeeze. I let her rest it there. We moved on to other topics and as the minutes passed the room became more and more of a blur. I wasn't sure how much time had passed before the crowded bar was counting down in unison. 10! 9! 8! 7! "So was this how you pictured celebrating your new years?" I yelled over the crowd. 6! 5! "Almost" she yelled back at me. 4...3... "Almost?" I shot back. 2...1..."HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!" The bar erupted. Bottles popped, horns blew and of course couples rang in the New Year with a passionate kisses. I reached out to Amanda and wrapped my arms around her, drawing her in to a long embrace. She held me close, her warm body pushed against mine. We stayed there for what seemed like an unusually long time. All I could hear was the sound of my heart beating quickly. As I pulled away from the hug, Amanda turned her face towards my own. Her lips close enough to my own to feel her hot breath. I was having trouble processing the situation, her emerald eyes and sweet scent were drawing me in, but I instinctually began pulling away, not quite over the fact that this was my cousin. But Amanda was apparently expecting this and quickly pushed her lips into mine. My senses exploded, her lips were burning. And when she opened her mouth I didn't hesitate to push my tongue against hers and explore it enthusiastically. I placed my hands on her face then through her thick hair, pulling her closer to me. This kiss continued this way for several minutes, punctuated by gentle kisses and mischievous smiles. We both new full well how taboo what we were doing was and the fact that we were in the middle of a crowded bar was contributing to the rock hard mass developing in my jeans. It was a mix of shock and pleasure when Amanda grabbed the bulging mass and kissed me harder. Finally we parted. Amanda kept her lips close to mine. "Almost..." She repeated, briefly glancing down to my straining jeans before locking her eyes with me again fiercely. She slowly moved her lips close to my ear, "Do you want to leave?" she asked just loud enough to be heard over the din. Her voice betrayed a hint of nervousness for the first time, as if unsure about how far she could push the situation. I grabbed her hand, "Let's go." and led her out into the cool night. *** The crisp breeze on my cheeks during the 20-minute walk back to my house snapped back into focus the full reality of what had just happened. Nonetheless, we walked with our arms around each other, perhaps more so for support as we staggered back more than anything else. We walked mostly in silence. When we arrived back at my house Amanda gingerly climbed the stairs in her stilettos to my 2nd story flat. I fumbled with the keys for a few moments, my hands cold, before opening the door to the darkened entry. Amanda made a b-line for my bedroom (which I was allowing her to crash in for the weekend) and disappeared into the room without a word. I figured that was that. A crazy New Years with a drunken familial kiss most likely regretted by her in the morning. I grabbed some extra sheets from the linen closest, made up the living room couch, stripped down to my boxers and laid down, ready to pass out. *** I was half asleep when I heard padding footsteps approaching. When I opened my eyes I could see a shadow standing above me and I immediately sat up. As Amanda came into focus I could see that she had lost the high heels and was now standing in front of me barefoot. But she still wore the skin-tight strapless red dress, her body was framed perfectly by the dim moonlight coming in the windows. I looked up at her "A-Amanda? Do you need something?" I asked disoriented. She leaned down, placing her face inches from my own. "You think you can kiss me like that and then just pass out?" she whispered. Her face was immediately against mine again, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. This was a completely different kiss than at the bar. The first had been passionate. This was hungry. My cock was instantly a steel rod and I made no attempt to hide it as I explored as much of Amanda's body as I could as she stood over me. She pulled away from the kiss, her hands on my thighs and looked down at my massive hard on, then back up at me, smiling mischievously and raising an eyebrow. I looked back at her and she held my gaze as she lowered herself onto her knees in front of the couch. Her hands briefly explored my length over my boxers. She looked at me seriously. "Wow...you have a really, REALLY nice dick." she said, clearly surprised. It was my turn to smile mischievously. I'm not a huge guy and I'm not some monster with a 12 inch cock. But at 5'11" and an athletic build, women are usually surprised by my oversized cock. Her hands quickly released my straining tool from my boxers and began exploring every inch with her hands. With drops of precum forming quickly on the tip, Amanda locked eyes with me once more. As I watched she sucked my entire length into her mouth. She was a master. Starting slow, she teased me, licking and sucking her way up and down my shaft. I began to breathe harder and she forced her mouth down. As I felt myself hitting the back of her throat she swallowed and took me into her throat, pushing her lips farther until they were wrapped around my base. I moaned, already feeling my cock filling with cum. Apparently sensing this too, Amanda made sure I was covered in her saliva and immediately began encouraging the build up, moving her mouth and hands up and down my tensing rod in twisting motions. I began groaning loudly, incredibly turned on by the fact that I was getting the best blowjob of my life from my younger cousin. I could tell my orgasm was near, I wouldn't last much longer no matter how hard I tried to hold it back. "Fuuuckkk. Amanda you're going to make me cu.." I began. "Oh no, you don't!" she said firmly, immediately removing her mouth and hands from my pulsing member. She stood up again, pausing for a moment as if deciding whether to go on, then reached down to the hem of her dress and hiked it slowly up her hips as she shimmied back and forth, her ass swaying. From my seated angle, her freshly waxed pussy came into view, already glistening with her own juices. I almost came just looking at her. Apparently satisfied with leaving the dress hugging her bountiful ass, Amanda straddled my lap and we proceeded to kiss more hungrily than before. Having her on my lap, her body was finally mine to explore as I pleased. I ran my hands from her shoulders down to her chest, and pulled her dress down freeing her perfect C cups. I sucked them into my mouth, drawing moans of pleasure from her as I moved my hands to her ass. I pulled her dress up to her lower back, exposing her incredible curves. I grabbed each cheek firmly while I sucked her nipples into my mouth one at a time, eliciting louder and louder moans. Amanda reached down between her legs and aligned her slit with my cock, grinding back and forth against it covering me in her juices. her smooth warm skin sliding against my own. "is this what you want?" she coed. pressing her sex against my aching manhood. "Do like your little cousin's pussy? Do you want to fuck me?" "God yes." I groaned back. She reached down again, placing my tip at her entrance, circling it around her opening, teasing excruciatingly. "Are you sure? You were just going to go to sleep weren't you? Do you really want to fuck your own family member?" she spoke in her girlish tone, one she used to use when we were younger to get what she wanted. "Fuck yes, Amanda please." I pleaded back. "I want to hear you say it" she demanded. At this point I would have jumped off bridge to be inside her. "Jeezus! I want to to fuck you, my little cousin, and fill you with my cum!" I yelled out. She dropped herself onto me, impaling herself on my cock. We both groaned with pleasure and immediately began moving in unison. She was soaking wet and on fire. I couldn't believe that I was having sex with my counsin. But here she was, cheeks flushed, sweating lightly, grinding my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her skin was perfectly smooth and blazing to the touch, her hair fell across her face as she looked down at me, her chin bowed, her mouth half open. She slid tightly up and down my cock. But, she moved slowly, deliberately, and my desire was growing more and more urgent. I needed to fuck her hard. I grabbed her thighs firmly and started thrusting into her faster. But she immediately sat down on me. "No...savor it." she whispered. I tried to take it slow, taking the opportunity to enjoy her boobs and ass with my hands. But as we moved in unison and her moans began to pick up, I couldn't restrain myself any longer. "Fuck savoring it" I growled. I stood up off the couch, picking Amanda up with me, staying inside her. I carried her to the bedroom, her legs wrapped around me and dropped her on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes wide, looking taken aback and even more turned on at the same time. I immediately grabbed her hips and turned her over onto all fours, her magnificent ass in the air. I got behind her, spread her knees apart with my own, grabbed and handful of her hair and guided my cock into her with my free hand. I started pounding her from behind. Amanda's sighs immediately changed pitch and volume to uncontrollable moans. Cleary enjoying being taken from behind. She pushed her ass back against me as I pounded into her beautiful curves again and again. "you like that you little slut?" I growled. "you like being my fuck toy?" The dirty talk only seemed to turn her on more, as she gasped and moaned louder than ever, pushing her body back against me, matching every thrust, yelling out in perfect timing, "Uh! Uh! Fuck! Uh! Yes! Uh! Oh! God!" I continued the talk, "You like being fucked by your cousin's bare cock?" "UH! AH!" she looked back at me, "UH! I'm. UH! Not! On! UH! The pill. AHH! Should we stop?" she managed as I continued to ream her. I looked her in the eyes. "Amanda, I'm going to fill your pussy with every drop of my cum." I responded, driving my cock deeper than ever. "UH! UHHHH! FUCKKKKKKKK!" she shuddered and imploded, an orgasm tearing through her entire body. She shook as her pussy clamped down on my cock. It was enough to send me over the edge. I grabbed her ridiculously narrow waist and buried my dick as deep in her as I could. Exploding with the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, my cock pulsing, shooting rope after rope of my fertile seed into my cousin, until it was leaking down the inside of her thighs. The feeling of my tool unloading inside her made her orgasm that much more powerful and she screamed my name into the pillow as wave after wave crashed over her. Both orgasms seemed to last forever and when we were finally spent, I collapsed down on top of her my softening rod still buried inside her. Panting, we slowly separated and turned toward each other. "Happy New Years" Amanda grinned. New Years with Her Cousin At the time of this story, I'm 25 year old guy dating a fifty three year old woman who was and still is the hottest thing I've ever spent time with. At the time I weighed about 230, had dark hair, was very tan with a thirty three inch waist. I was playing racquetball and lifting weights six days a week. So I was quite fit. I'd met this girl, and she was so brazenly filled with attitude. Her looks were the only thing more attractive. Over time, I had learned to allow her to take the lead in our relationship as she was in to pushing my limits and as much as she could've gotten me into trouble, it was always a time I'd remember. This was one of those times. It was December, the December before we moved in with each other to be precise, and I was planning a quick trip out with the guys for the midnight drink at the end of New Year's Eve. It was just after five when the phone rang. "Hello," I answered, not expecting anyone at that point in the day. "Take a shower, shave everything from the neck down the way I like, I'll call you at eight," ordered Suzy. Now, to understand why a guy would let someone twice his age boss him around, let me describe her. Blonde hair, five feet two inches, one hundred twenty pounds and fifteen of it in the perkiest boobs on the planet. She maintained a tight waist with the cutest little tattoo our her belly button and had firm and shapely legs. Her piercing green eyes were my favorite though, as I could never say no when she asked for something when she looked into my eyes. So, I'd had plenty of time to hop in the shower, shave from the neck down, which wasn't much other than some minor chest hair, and the hair from around my cock and balls. I'd learned to keep everything else clean shaven with her. Just after eight o'clock the phone rang. "Are you ready," she asked? "Yeah, what are we doing?" "Now, go outside, start your truck. Let it warm up til eight thirty. I'll call then". At eight thirty my truck had been running for a while and the phone rang. It was Suzy again. "O.K. so your trucks warm right." "Yeah," I wondered what she had up her sleeve and then it began to make sense. "You're going to strip everything off except your shoes. Then, you may pick your longest coat, put it on and drive to my house wearing only your coat, when you get here, park on the street, leave your coat in the truck and walk, don't run to the front door. I'll have the light on, but you still have to ring the doorbell. Do you understand?" "Yeah," I answered as my heart started racing already. "Good, you're to be here in twenty minutes," she told me. The phone went silent as I looked at my clock. It was twenty til nine exactly. I grabbed for my coat and wrapped it around me. Slipping my shoes on I walked out the side door to my house and got behind the wheel. It wasn't that cold out all things considered, but I was glad I had the coat for the ride. It was a long ride across the city. As I pulled onto Harrison Street, I scanned the parking situation along driveways and in the street. It was New Year's Eve and people did have house gatherings. As I pulled up in front of my girlfriend's house, I noticed to men walking out the front door. It was only 855. Perhaps she'd had visitors. I waited until promptly nine. This gave me time to muster up the courage to follow her instructions and let the two strangers drive off. I slipped out of my coat and took just my keys in hand as I stepped into the street. Walking, not running the way I would have liked, I walked the length of her drive way to her porch where I stood beneath a bright light as I rang the doorbell. It took nearly two minutes before she answered. As the door opened, she smiled excitedly, that big beaming smile that showed how pleased she was. "You did it, I knew you had it in you," she said as she invited me in. As I walked into the front door I noticed her outfit. She wore a red bustier, black thigh highs, high heels and no panties. I could tell that she'd had it on for a while, considering that it was her outfit she planned on surprising me in. Have a seat she instructed, as she went to get drinks. When she came back from the kitchen she had on a different outfit. She now wore a long black sheer gown, black lacy panties and black lace bra. I asked her why the change and was rather shocked at her answer. "I didn't really think you'd be here on time and wanted to change to entertain you." "The other outfit was hot too, " I reassured her. "Yeah, but I've already entertained in that, so I put this on for you," she smiled as she told me this. "Entertained," I wondered. "Yeah," she told me. "I had a couple of guests here before you arrived. Two gentlemen I met at the bar last week," she explained as she was referring no doubt to the two well-dressed black men I'd seen leave. "And you had them over for drinks," I asked. "Wearing what you had on a few minutes ago." "No silly," she said, "I had panties on when they got here..." I was shocked. As we sat there sipping champagne, her hand playing with my cock, occasionally nuzzling my neck, she proceeded to tell me how the two guys Brock and Les had offered her a thousand dollars cash to entertain them for the evening. She'd had them over for drinks at first, until they bought her panties. Then, the two of them, described how they wanted to share a white woman. "Why," I asked, "Why would you do that?" "Oh come on, your cock jumped when I told you." She was right, the thought was exciting. "So anyway," she went on. She described how she'd slipped her panties off and laid across the two of them on the sofa as they felt up the cheeks of her ass. Then she undid their pants and freed, what she described as the two biggest cocks she'd ever seen. A tightening occurred in the pit of my stomach as she announced how she got on her knees in between the two, their ten inch pricks in her hands, as she began sucking them one at a time. As she continued the story I got more and more excited. "So why did you have me come over here," I asked? As I asked the question she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth, giving it a few quick sucks. That was when she pushed me back on the sofa and straddled my face. As she pulled her panties to the side I began to lick her swollen lips, then it dawned on me that she'd fucked both these men right before I got there. As turned on as I was though I couldn't stop, even with the taste of her saltiness telling me that I was licking out the fresh semen these two had deposited in her. "OOh, that's it, lick my pussy, lick me baby." I was trying to get her off before I realized it. I was on my back with my cheating lover over my face with her freshly fucked pussy. The knock at the door drew both of our attentions. "What the fuck?" I stammered as she crawled off me. "You wanted to know why I called you, you're about to find out. I wanted you trapped here with no clothes completely at my mercy," she announced as she headed towards the front of the house. It was while she was gone that I really grasped my predicament. She'd snatched me keys. As I sat there, sick at myself for being so hard and turned on, I could hear voices coming from the front of the house. I sat there looking for something to cover up with. There was nothing to be found. As Suzy came back towards me in her living room, her tits swaying as the neglige' she wore swayed like a flag, I could feel my heart beating through my chest. Behind her, was her cousin Jeffrey. "Jeff," she announced, this is "Jace". I sat there in shock as she motioned for me to come say hi. Standing up, my rock hard erection jumping up and down, I walked over to shake hands. "Have a seat in the chair for me babe while me and Jeff catch up." The two had a seat on the sofa and I sat there, slightly embarrassed by this brazen exhibition she was putting on. Not only was she exposing me completely nude to her cousin, but she herself was sitting there, curled up next to him, in such a provocative outfit that I just felt weird about the entire thing. As the two laughed and carried on, I noticed they were very touchy and huggy. "What the hell is going on here?" "Well baby," she smiled as she leaned towards me. "You see, Jeff and I are very close, as a matter of fact, he's seen me naked many times. So I'm very comfortable in front of him," she told me as she stood up. She slid off the gown she wore to my surprise, standing there in just her bra and panties. Then, standing there in front of me, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Letting it fall to the floor her breasts stood straight out, her nipples erectly needing to be touched. Bending slightly at the waist, she peeled her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. After, she stood there, her hands out at her side, "See, it's no big deal." "O.K. so you're a nudist." "Sort of," she told me. "And you're going to get used to it eventually, because from here on out, whenever I want to show you off to my friends or anyone else for that matter, you'll be nude." "Got it," that, I thought was the answer to why she'd called me over like that. Watching her sit back down and snuggle up to her cousin though was still very strange, even if it was erotic. As we all sat around chatting and drinking, I heard her announce, "Oh, sure, I don't mind". She was whispering to him that she could drive me crazy since I seemed to be turned on. As I emptied my drink, she was sliding her hands into her cousins pants. To my shock, she pulled out his cock and began stroking it slowly. "Told ya cuz, it doesn't matter who's hand it is, it's not really sex or a blow job," she giggled drunkenly. "I bet you'd like a blow job though," she asked. Now as hard as I was, the idea of watching my girlfriend sucking more cock tonight, after seeing her suck mine and hearing about the two big black cocks she'd enjoyed before I arrived, was more than I could take. That was when she reached over and grabbed my hand. "Come here baby," she demanded, pulling me down on the floor. As she tugged me over to where she was sitting, I knelt before her. "No, not me," she demanded, a wicked smile on her face. "What"? "I'd do it, but my jaws are so sore. I need a break." "I'm not," she shushed me. "I know," she said, taking a handful of my testicles and squeezing, "But you'll do this if you want me later." I couldn't believe she'd done this to me, but at the same time, the sight of nude flesh, curled up to her own cousin as she demanded I perform orally for her, had my dick desperately needing a release. I leaned in slowly, putting my hand around his cock as he looked at me giving me the green light. Leaning my head down, I stuck out my tongue the way Suzy did on my cock. Licking around the head, getting it wet, I massaged the shaft up and down as I took more and more of it in my mouth. It took just a few minutes of my tongue working up and down his shaft before he was rock hard. Then, as she was sitting there, rubbing her nipples, she swung her leg over my head and straddled his lap. As I was sucking the large purple head she rocked back and forth a bit until I was out of the way. Then, as if I was dreaming, she took the entire length of her cousins cock into her dripping snatch, as she held my head against her ass. Finding her anus, I began licking around her ass like I was eating her pussy. She bumped up and down on his cock for several minutes until I couldn't take it any more. Finally, after I could stand it no longer, I stood up and positioned my cock against her anus. Slowly, I put pressure on her ass, until I felt the head all the way in. In several slow motions I bottomed out against her ass and enjoyed the tight feeling on my cock as she began to writhe around like a mad woman. As she began to buck uncontrollably, telling me she was exploding over her cousins cock, she jumped up and took us both in her hands jerking our dicks simultaneously, occasionally going from one to the other as she took a cock in her mouth. Finally, and almost at the same time as her cousin, I exploded covering her face and tits, I fell back and watched as he did the same. It was a new years to remember, and only one of many times she took me by surprise. New Year's With Kate *This is my first story. The story is essentially a true story, but the names have been changed. Please bear with the little things as, like I said it’s a first. If you have any comments or suggestions let me know* New Year’s Fun Kate and I met through mutual friends online and hit it off from the start. Let me begin by describing her and myself. We are both somewhat small, her 5’4” and me 5’3”, both between 105-115. I measure in at around 36-27-37, blonde with green eyes, and she’s 38-25-36 also blonde but with big brown doe eyes. Pretty hot if I may say so. Kate has the most gorgeous breasts (yes I definitely noticed them)that drape beautifully just begging to be sucked and teased, not to mention her long blonde hair and huge eyes. Both of us are bi women and LOVE to have some fun. I had moved out of state and on a trip back to town we agreed to go out for New Year’s. The plan was to grab a quick bite to eat and then head over to the strip club for some tequila and tits. What could be better? Little did I know I’d soon find out. After getting dressed in my hottest tight black pants and a sleeveless sweater that made my tits look great, I waited for Kate to come by so we could go out. She wore a tight tank top that left little to the imagination and a pair of jeans that I swear must have been painted on. She has a gorgeous body, perfect tits, and a perky ass that you just want to bite. A small part of me planned on pushing things as far as possible tonight. We were both ready to hit the town. “You ready for some fun? I’m gonna show ya a true night on the town.” She said as we walked out the door leaving the guys at home drooling over us as we walked away. “ Hell yeah I am! I better get fucked tonight.” I answered. To which she giggled and said “ I’m sure you’ll get just what you want.” We headed downtown and stopped off at a lil bar that had an awesome happy hour. Grabbed a bite to eat and a couple a shot of petron, and it was on. We were out to do no good. We arrived at the club and headed straight for the bar for a couple more shots of tequila to get the party going. Kate knew a lot of the strippers from the club as she worked for a neighboring club as a bartender. First up on stage was Maaliyah, a gorgeous latino girl with an ass that never stopped. She had a way of shaking it that made me cream my pants just watching her. She did the usual tease but got a little playful when she put her tits right in my face and let me lick them. Next on stage was Kelly a buxom blonde with gorgeous long legs. Kelly was obviously a freak, spanking her pussy with her hand and then grabbing me and pulling me up. She looked me straight in the eye and said “Hey baby, you’re getting initiated tonight.” All I could think was “Uh oh.” Grabbing my hair in true form we kissed long and hungrily then she began stripping me. Kate then joined us rubbing my nipples until they were hard and fingering my now drenched pussy through my jeans. With my shirt off and pants undone she stopped thank goodness. By now I was totally turned on and needed to be finished off NOW. I looked to Kate who was obviously enjoying my being teased and said “ I need to get out of here, and I need to get fucked.” She gladly obliged saying “ Ok, we’ll head back to my place.” Oh lordy what a dream this was going to be. Now is when I should probably tell you, though I had kissed and fondled many girls I had yet to actually get off with another woman. Kate was my perfect choice though. By the time we got back to her house we had fondled, kissed, and fingered each other into a frenzy. As soon as we got in the door, we grabbed each other. Kate said “ I was so jealous when Kelly kissed you, she got to taste you before me.” “Well come here and taste me now I‘ve been waiting on you all night” I told her. Kate and I came together our tongues mingling, our bodies melted together. Our nipples were so hard rubbing against one another. “Let me see that pussy of yours” Kate said pulling me to the bed. Next I knew I was spread eagle on the bed my shaved pussy waiting to feel her hot tongue on my clit. Slowly she came to me and my whole body ached to feel her touch my dripping slit. “MMM please eat me, I need to feel your tongue in me so bad” I whimpered. She teased me licking my thighs and knees drawing out the suffering. “Just wait baby I’ll lick you until you scream” she said in the sexiest way playfully spanking my ass. Finally I felt her hot tongue on my pussy and I thought I would die from the release. Slowly she circled my clit, then made long swipes across the lips of my cunt. Harder and faster she teased my hole tongue fucking me towards oblivion causing my whole body to shake. “Oh yes right there eat my pussy” I cried. Finally I felt my orgasm come over me. My whole body spasmed and my juices trickled onto her tongue and face. Now it was my turn to taste her. I pushed her back on the bed and began by teasing her nipples into hard points. Gently I nipped and tugged them with my teeth as she arched her body into my mouth. Slowly I trailed my way down to her perfect pussy. She was totally shaved except for a little heart trimmed in right above her snatch. It was so wet and smelled so wonderfully feminine. I love sucking a big cock but her pussy was absolutely gorgeous. Gently I teased her clit watching her bud get hard and beg for my tongue. She spread her legs as wide as possible opening herself to my invasion. I slid my tongue up and down her slit until finally, as she went wild with anticipation, I slipped into her hot hole. God she tasted so good her juices mingling on my tongue. I fucked her as deep and long as I could with my tongue feeling her pussy clench each time squirting her sweet juices into my mouth. I could have drank her all night. Moving my tongue back to her clit, I then inserted two fingers in her dripping snatch as she bucked back on them thrashing around. I felt her pussy clench my fingers and inserted another finger into her tight hole stretching her out a little. “MMM God, fuck me make me cum” she begged. With that I shoved yet another finger in her cunt and she screamed out to me “Ahhhh God that feels so gooood!!!” Her hips bucking against my fingers I placed my thumb against her tight asshole and fucked her hard with all four fingers. She went wild, her pussy squeezing my hand as she came. I pulled my fingers out and hungrily drank her cum in as she gushed. She tasted so good. As she came down from her orgasm I cleaned her pussy juices up with my tongue. After a deep kiss with our cum mingling in our mouths, we both lie playing with the other’s nipples until we both fell asleep. The only thing that would have made the night better would have been a couple of hard cocks pounding us while we ate one another. Perhaps we’ll have to plan another night on the town soon.