0 comments/ 46086 views/ 5 favorites Watching the Game By: lilgool She nearly screamed when he finally slipped into her, the teasing pleasure had built up all night. He slowly slid in to the hilt, then grinned at her, gripped her hips, and began thrusting wildly. She met him thrust for thrust, gripping him with her legs to pull him in as deep as possible, playing with her nipples as the pleasure built. Growling, he bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth, biting it and rolling it around his tongue. She did scream this time when the climax hit her. He thrust even harder until he finally reached his own climax. They lay there gasping for breath for a moment before he rolled onto his back beside her and winced as he pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trash. "Once a week just ain't cutting it," she pouted, running her fingers through his chest hair. "I know, babe, but with classes and work, that's all we're getting right now," he teased one nipple back to attention. She sighed with pleasure, and dipped her fingers to wrap around his hardening cock, "Yeah, but you're gonna kill me with the pleasure of it!" She joked, squeezing him in her hand. "Or you me," he lowered his head to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between them while his fingers brought her clit to firm attention. Words were lost to moans of pleasure as they picked things right back up for the rest of the evening. "I'll see you next Sunday?" she asked as he dressed the next morning. "Oh, crap! I completely forgot!" he smacked his head, "I promised the guys I'd watch the game with them! Jim's parents are out of town, so we're all going over to his house to watch it on the big screen." "What?!" she nearly shouted, "But Sunday is ALWAYS our day!" "I'm sorry babe," he tried to kiss her and caught the top of her head instead, "I'll see if I can get off Saturday and we can go out then." "I hope so," she frowned. One week later... "And, of course, he couldn't get off work. I doubt he even tried," Melissa whined to her best friend, Jill, over drinks the next Sunday afternoon. Jill snorted, "The big game just holds too much attention. I doubt any of us could get them away from it! Not even if we stripped naked and masturbated in front of them!" The girls squealed with laughter over that thought, then Melissa's face turned pensive. "Oh, no," Jill said, "I know that look! Melissa, hon, you're not thinking of going over there are you?" Melissa smiled, "Why not? They'll probably ignore me the whole time no matter what I do." "Oh, MY!" Jill choked, "They might just ALL decide to take you up on your offer! Melissa, IMAGINE!" Melissa was imagining. If the thought of sex with Tony alone was mind boggling, the thought of sex with him and all his friends had her wetter than she could remember. "You want to come?" she asked Jill as she paid for her drinks. "No, but be sure to tell me all about it when you finally get home!" Jill bubbled and Melissa could tell her friend was feeling just as horny. Two hours later, she stood on the front step of Jim's house. Fortunately, she knew where it was from a party earlier that year. It was cold and snowing, so she was bundled in a winter coat, scarf, gloves, and hat. She had deceptively dressed in layers. Unsexy on top, sexier as you unwrapped. Jim answered the door with a confused expression, "Melissa? What are you doing here?" "Missing my boyfriend," she laughed, "I figured I could at least watch the game with him!" "Okay, sure, come on in, it's freezing out here," Jim held the door open enough for her to get in, "Tony! Your girl is here!" "Melissa?" Tony came into the foyer as she stripped off the outer snow covered layers and tugged off her snow boots. "I missed you," she said simply, "I figured we could at least be together today!" "Okay, come on," he dragged her into the room where Tony and four others were watching the game on a huge TV. The two settled on one of the sofas together. Melissa gave it about fifteen (boring) minutes of watching before she started her plan into action. Fortunately, they did have the temperature quite warm in the house, perfect. "Wow, you've got in nice and warm in here," she commented, slipping off her sweatshirt with a stretch that brought the apples of her breasts together in a nice arch against the low neck line of the white t-shirt underneath if anyone was watching. The guys gave her a glance, but then the TV caught their attention again. Tony had noticed, though, because his arm snuggled around her with a hand squeezing one of the fruits on display. She leaned back into him, letting her elbow snuggle against his groin. A few minutes later, she stood without a word to shuck off the oversized sweat pants to reveal the red short shorts underneath. Tony caught his breath and, when she sat back in his arms, his other hand, slipped past what little fabric covered her legs to caress her clit. He paused when he felt the lace covering it and slid a hand lower to part the sections of lace and plunge into her dripping wetness. The hand on her breast tightened and he began kissing on her neck and face from behind her. She moved a hand back to stroke his hard-on through his jeans. "Evil woman," he whispered in her ear. A cough brought it to her attention that they had an audience. Much to her surprise, all eyes were on her. Tony slipped a hand under the neckline of her shirt to fondle the hard peaks of her nipples. Finally, he stood up, dragging her with him. "Jim, can we borrow a room for a bit? I think my girlfriend needs a little more of my attention," Tony's hand was still on her breast as he spoke, sending shocks of pleasure through her. "Unless you want to share some of that hotness," Jim eyed the visible skin, "I wouldn't mind a piece of that!" Tony looked around the room and realized everyone was eyeing his girlfriend, who was in a state of rapture from his hands. Quickly, he stripped off her shirt and the lacey bra underneath, bringing her large apples to view. Melissa gasped and tried to cover them, but then he had hooked his thumbs into her shorts and tugged them down. She stood in her socks and crotchless panties facing the room of men. Tony bent down to lick one pert nipple, "Anyone want a taste of this?" Someone thought to mute the TV as clothes went flying and Melissa was soon surrounded by rock hard cocks begging for her attention. She was placed on her back on the floor and hands and mouths were all over her body. She felt the bumps of the cocks, caught several in her hands before they moved on as the mouth and hands moved down her body. Then one pressed against her mouth and she greedily sucked it in. Then they were placed in her hands for her to rub and pleasure. Each breast had a hot mouth sucking eagerly on the hard tip. She distantly heard the rip of foil and snap of latex before the first cock slid into her. She groaned around the cock in her mouth as her first climax of the evening hit. "Damn, she's hot, already cumming," an unfamiliar voice gasped as the cock, bigger than Tony's, forced itself into her. She squeezed harder on the ones in her hands, trying to give them the hand jobs of their lives. She did her best to lick and suck the one in her mouth to pleasure. All while enjoying the one filling her pussy over and over again. Without warning, one of her wrists was covered in dripping cum and another took the place. Then she was given a warning before cum exploded down her throat. The roughness in her pussy was her only warning to the explosion about to happen there. "Wait, wait, pick her up," a voice ordered. She was lifted off her back and carried to the sofa where Jim sat stroking his long and thick cock. A condom was shoved into her hand, "Saddle it and ride it," someone told her. Shaking at the size before her, she stretched the latex over the meat and then rose up on her knees to take it into her. Sparks popped behind her eyes as her body stretched around him. Then Jim grabbed her breasts and began paying attention to the nipples. She climaxed again, not even halfway down his shaft, causing her to scream and drop the rest of the way in surprise. Shock laced through her as she found her legs moving without her thinking about it, riding the monster, her climax seeming never-ending. Suddenly someone shoved their cock in her face and she began sucking on it. One of her hands was freed from its' death grip on Jim's shoulders to begin a hand job on another cock. Then she felt something poking at her backside. She tried to say something, but the owner of the cock in her mouth grabbed her hair and began flat out fucking her mouth. A dripping coldness covered the area, then Jim stopped her from moving while the cock worked its' way into her ass. Full. That was the only thing she could thing. She turned wild, gripping the cock in her hand and wildly reaching for another. She stroked and licked and rode and was ridden. There was no thought, only action and feeling. Her climaxes were roaring on top of each other, making her ride even harder, be ridden even harder. Cum dripped down her wrists, then began leaking out of her mouth. And still they all kept going. When she wasn't sure how much more she could take, it was suddenly over. Jim and the guy in her ass came in unison. Her mouth and hands were covered in cum one more time as she finally opened her eyes. The guys shook Tony's hand and slapped him on the back as he came towards her, grinning ear to ear. She was still sitting filled with Jim's monster cock, which was slowly wilting just a bit. Tony picked her up and she gasped as Jim's cock pulled out of her with a wet slurp. Tony cradled her to him and looked over a Jim. "So, about that room?" Tony asked, "I defiantly have some business I need to take care of now!" Jim chuckled, "Tony, with that kind of business, you're welcome to bring her back every Sunday you want to!" Melissa heard the laughter as Tony carried her off for some private fun, but she seriously thought she wouldn't mind that at all. After all, time with her boyfriend was very important indeed! Watching the Game I'm lying naked on the bed with no blankets or sheets around me. Just a couple of lights are on and the door is open halfway. The door is right in front of the bed, and I left it open just in case I spark your interest. You were watching the game when I tried to repeatedly flirt with you, so I had to take matters in my own hands--literally. I have needs, too. I dim the light by the bed, just a little, and light a jasmine and vanilla candle. I slither on the bed, feeling the cool, silky sheet beneath my smooth skin, as I reach for a pillow and place it under my head. I reach down and slowly pull the black satin sheet up between my legs and drape it slightly over my naked body, still leaving most of myself exposed. With one hand I gather my long, brown hair and scoop it to the side. I shut my eyes and let my soft hands wander over my body, first stopping at my breasts. My nipples are already hard. I pinch them and let out a moan, a quiet little moan. I rub my breasts hard, like you do, and whisper your name. My hands can't contain my D-cup tits, but I try. My long, tan legs rub back and forth against each other as I start to writhe on the bed. I pinch my nipples as hard as a can and gasp. I then remove the sheet entirely, my nipples hardening even more in the cool room. My hand starts to slide lower on my body, over my tummy, and right between my legs. My pussy is shaved, and I feel how smooth it is. My middle finger gently, easily slips between my lips; I am already wet with my juices. I slide my finger inside as high into my pussy as I can, slowly pull it out, and slide it up again. My legs instinctively pull up, like when I am positioning myself for your cock. Fingering myself faster, I start to arch my back and lift my ass off the bed. My finger is so wet that it slides out of my hole and hits my clit. "OOOOhhhh," I gasp louder than I should as I instantly start to tingle with pleasure. I rub my clit with two fingers and feel it get bigger. I so want to cum already, but I want to tease myself longer. I work in circles, pressing down on my clit with one hand, while my other hand glides over my body. "What was that?" My eyes dart toward the door. I know I heard a sound--a shuffling outside the door. It can't be you; you don't watch me masturbate, even though I wish you would. The thought of you being at the door turns me on more and without realizing it, I am reaching for the 7" vibrator I have in the bedside table's drawer. Still rubbing my clit slowly, I hold the big, pink vibrator then slowly put it in my mouth. If you are watching, you will know I am wishing it was your cock. I look toward the door, but the hall is dark. I give the vibrator an excellent blowjob, wishing so much you would come in and fuck me. When it is wet, I stop rubbing my clit and spread my legs extra wide toward the door; I want to give you a good show, if you are there. I position the vibe between my legs. It is big and hurts a little going in because it is so hard. You are big too, and you hurt too, but a real cock fits in differently. I shut my eyes and bite my lip as I start to press it inside me. I get about two inches in and retract it, teasing myself and trying to slowly get my pussy ready for its assault. I can't help letting out a loud, "MMMmmm," as I shove it deeper inside me. I start taking it higher inside and getting rougher with myself, shoving it inside and making myself gasp. Anyone walking passed the door will hear what I am doing; God, I wish you'd walk by. My hand starts fucking myself with my fake dick, faster and harder, higher and higher. Both the cock and my hand are coated in my sweet, sticky wetness. The vibrator even slips from my grasp it is so slick. I get about 2/3 of it in when I can't take anymore. I stop, getting ready to turn it on. I bite my lip and look at the door with a raised eyebrow. "Are you there?" I wonder. At that moment, I hear another shuffling. "Did I just hear a zipper? No, it can't be. Wishful thinking. I mean, who can hear a zipper?" Then I hear you. I hear you pulling down your pants, and I know it. You have been watching. My heart races. My fingers go to my clit like a magnet. I start rubbing and looking at the door. I spread my legs wide and with my free hand start fucking myself with the vibrator. You've never watched me before. Oh, God, you've never watched me before... I think about you stroking your thick, hard cock. I imagine your hand grasped tightly around it, the way you do when you are on your knees next to my face. I imagine you cumming for me. I imagine you shooting your hot cum on my face and in my mouth the way you know I want it. I am so close to cumming. I am moaning so loud for you. God, I want you inside me. With all my willpower, I rip my fingers away from my clit so I don't cum yet. Out... of... breath... I turn the intensity down on the vibrating, fake pink cock shoved as high as it will go in my pussy. I rub my hands around myself on the sheets trying to cool myself off and slow myself down. "What does it look like to see this vibrator in my cunt? Does it turn you on? Do you want to pull it out and shove your dripping cock up me instead?" I wonder. My mind is racing, knowing your eyes are on me; your eyes are burning a path along my hot, naked body. I rub my breasts, because that is what you like to do. I writhe more on the bed, being sure you have a perfect view of me--your slut who goes for a fake cock when I can't have your real one. I switch the vibrator speed to medium. As soon as it starts to move, I gasp. "Oh, God, Mmmmmmm," I quietly call out. My thighs clamp shut, holding the vibe deep inside me; it is so wet that it will slip out if I don't. My arms are outstretched on the bed, holding the sheets in my clenched fists. My knees are going from side to side as I enjoy the fuck my rubber friend is giving me. I take the control and flip it to high; I want to take all it has. "Fuuuucckkk!!" I gutturally groan through clenched teeth. I can't help it; my fingers dive-in for my clit. I try to hold the vibrator in with one hand while my fingers from my other hand furiously work my clit. "Oooh, oooh, yesssss," I hiss as I am getting closer to going over the top. I forget you are watching until I hear you exhale out loud. I lift my head up and look directly at the door, as I stop touching my clit and turn the vibe to low. My orgasm is so close to ripping through me; my legs are weak and my knees are shaking. I'm going insane as thoughts rush through my head: "Why don't you come in? What are you waiting for? Are you going to stay out there??" I want to cum; I want to cum so fucking badly, but I want to give you a show--and I want to cum with your cock rather than a piece of rubber. With the vibrator still inside me, I reposition myself. It hurts having it inside me when I move. I slide around so I am sitting upright facing the door. I am sitting on the vibrator, holding it in place, getting ready to ride it while I face you. I purposely swing my long hair around my shoulder so it falls down one side of my body the way you like it. I look at the door the way I look at you when I want you to fuck me. I cock my head, bite my lip, and raise my eyebrow. I smile and start to ride the vibrator like I ride you. I reach up and play with my tits. "Don't you want to play with me?" I ask with my eyes. I wonder how long you are going to hold out. I am getting more desperate for you to fuck me. I love your cum and don't want you to cum anywhere but on or in me. I raise myself on my knees and let the vibe slide out all on its own. When it does, I quickly pick it up and put it in my mouth, never taking my eyes off the door. I lick down the side of it, and when my mouth envelopes it, I hear you say "Fuck" outside the door. I go down on it like I go down on you, taking it as deep down my throat as I can. I shut my eyes from time to time, but whenever I open them they are fixated in your direction. My hips move beneath me as I work the head of my fake dick. I lick the tip like I would lick the precum from your dick. Still you do not come to me... I get on all fours with the vibrator still in my mouth, and turn my ass toward the door, shaking it just a little. I reach under myself and finger my slit with two fingers, getting them as wet as I can. Then I slide them to my ass, trying to lube it up. After soaking my fingers a few times, I spit on the vibrator to get it lubed as well. You know I like a little pain, but I have never fucked my ass with this big vibrator before. I look over my shoulder at you as I position it at my tight asshole. I shut my eyes and try to get it inside. I gasp a bit in pain as the head passes into my ass. "Ooowwwww.... Mmmmmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm," I practically scream as I shove it higher. "FUCK!" I try to relax, but the vibrator is rock hard and unforgiving to a body. I fall down on my stomach with the vibrator not even halfway into my ass. I try to shove it up more, but it is hurting. "I can't," I whisper. "I can't take it." As if I finally spoke a language you understood, you fly in the room—totally naked with blazing eyes. "You can't take it? A fucking little slut like you can't take it?" you spit with venom in your voice. I feel you grasp the vibrator and pull it out a little. "Nooo," I whisper, both wanting and not wanting it. "You don't have a choice. I'm the one in charge now," you hiss as you shove the vibrator back up my ass, even farther than I had it. "OOOOWWW!" "Do you like that you fucking slut?" "Yes," I weakly say as a tear involuntarily falls from my eye. You pull it out again and ram it deeper as I let out a scream. "That's a good girl; take it all in. Daddy knows what you want." "Please, no more," I quietly say, with more tears falling as I wonder how I lost the upper hand. "You can beg, but I am not going to stop. I'm going to give you what you deserve, you little tease. Tell me you want it," you order. When I don't answer right away, you shove the vibrator farther up my ass. I lunge forward, wincing in pain. "I FUCKING WANT IT," I yell back at you while looking at you over my shoulder, my eyes blazing just as much as yours. With that you yank the vibrator almost out of my ass and then shove it back up as hard as you can. I collapse under you, and you lift me up again. "Hold still," you command. The vibrator is still deep in my ass, and you grab for the controller. You turn it to high. "OOOOhhhooh, GOOOOD," I cry, the vibrations evident in my voice. "You like that don't you?" you whisper in my ear. "Yyyyeeeesss" I shakily say as the vibrator zzzz's inside me. "Then get ready for this..." you say as you slide two of your rough fingers inside me. Again, I collapse and you yank me up. My pussy is tight and you normally are more gentle getting me ready for you. Maybe you think the vibe already has me ready. You force your fingers as high in my pussy as you can get them. The combination of the vibrator and your fingers is driving me insane. I hurt so much, but I feel so good. My mind is in a haze, as you rub your thumb on my clit, mercilessly teasing me by not pressing hard enough for me to cum. "Now I am going to fuck you hard, the way you deserve," you again breathe in my ear. "And don't you dare lay down. You will stay on your hands and knees and take it, Bitch." Before you even finished the sentence I feel the head of your cock in my pussy. "I'll take it," I say. "I can take anything you can give me," I challenge. With that you start an all out assault on my pussy with your big, thick cock. I moan, writhe, and buck my hips toward you. You grab my hips with both your hands and pull me deeper onto your cock. You pull my hips back and forth and I try to keep up with you. You release one hip and grasp the vibrator, starting to forcefully fuck me with it. "I... can't.... take this," I cry, quickly changing my mind. "You're going to take it until I'm ready to cum," you reply. "And I know you like it." "Please... Mmmm... OKAY, I... I... can't... take much more," I struggle to say as you force me back and forth. You let go of the vibrator and grab my hair, yanking it back sharply. "Owww," I wince in pain. "Tell me you are my bitch," you demand as you ram your cock in me hard. "I'm your bitch." "Tell me.... FUCK! Tell me I own you," you struggle to get out without missing a beat of pumping your long, hard dick into my dripping cunt. "You own me, you OWN me! Oh, GOD you OWN me," I cry. As soon as I do, you pull the vibrator from my ass and your cock from my pussy. You shove me down and flip me over onto my back. You lay down on top of me, heavily, and throw my legs up over your shoulders. In an instant your prick is back inside me, fucking me hard. You grab my arms with one hand and pin them down above my head. Then my breast is in your mouth and you greedily suck it. "Nooo, no more," I whimper. With that you, bite down on my nipple and I scream out in pain. "Never tell me no," you angrily say. You roughly kiss up my neck, pressing hard, and I feel the stubble of your face scratch my neck and along my face, while never breaking your fucking rhythm in my pussy. I smell your sweat, and a few drops drip from your head to my chest and roll down my body. You lick my neck as you take your fingers to my clit. You are always so rough on my clit. I jump and try to position it away from you. You pull your hand out and slap the underside of my thigh brutally, ordering me not to move. Again, you seek out my clit. "Uuuuhhhh," I cry as you rub it, shutting my eyes tight. You take both hands to hold my arms down again, this time at my sides, and thrust your dick so hard in my cunt that my whole body is shoved into the headboard as it takes your attack. "I love fucking you so hard your tits bounce," you proudly state as you continue forcing your cock as high as it can go, my tits bouncing with each powerful thrust. "Mmmmmm, I'm getting close, Slut," you add. "Are you ready to suck it out of me?" I nod my head. "Tell me," you direct. "I want to suck every drop of cum out of your cock. Please let me suck your cock," I eagerly beg. "FUCK," you yell. "Hearing you say that can make me cum. Get down on your knees, you whore." You let me up and I quickly drop to my knees on the floor. You sit on the edge of the bed, your cock standing at full attention, my juices and a river of precum oozing from your tip. "Lick me clean," you order, and I quickly respond, my mouth watering. I take you in my hot, wet mouth. Your cock tastes so good. I suck down it, taking it as far as I can then slowly lifting off. I hear you moan. You move your hand to the back of my head and press me back down. I swirl my tongue all over your cock as I take you as far down my throat as I can. I lift off and go to lick your balls. As I do, you tell me I am a good girl and it makes my clit twitch. I draw my tongue back up your cock and envelope the head again. You grasp both sides of my head and start to fuck my mouth. I know when you do this that I should just hold still and take your cock. I do and you shove it harder and farther down my throat. I try not to gag, but I can't help it and start to choke. "That's what I like," you tell me and then suddenly pull yourself from my mouth. You lift me back on to the bed and get on your knees next to my face. We are assuming the "cum" position. "May I touch myself?" I ask. "Yes, I want you to cum for me. Do it NOW," you firmly command. I furiously start rubbing my clit, squirming next to you. You are on your knees, stroking yourself, inches from my face. "Will you cum in my mouth AND on my face?" I ask. "Is that what you want?" "Mmmmm, yes, yes, yes," I quickly reply. "I want your cum all over me, Baby." "There's going to be a lot. Are you going to be able to take it all?" "Yes. I want it all," I tell you. "I know you do, and I'll give it to you," you say looking down at me with an arrogant, knowing smile. "Mmmmmm," I moan. As soon as you talk about cum, I almost explode. I open my mouth and take your cock inside, and I continue to rub my clit. You slide a finger in my pussy and rub my clit with your thumb. I groan with your cock still in my mouth. I feel my orgasm building; I am weak all over and my tummy is on fire. I open my mouth to cry out and you instantly grasp your cock and jack it in front of my mouth. "OOOOOOHHHH," I scream, "I'm cuuuuuummming!!!" As the first wave of my orgasm rips through me and my eyes shut, I hear you yell, "I'm going to cum!" I open my eyes and turn toward your cock with my mouth open, my body still convulsing from my orgasm. The first shot of cum hits the side of my mouth. The second inside my waiting mouth, and I hungrily swallow it down. The third and forth shoot all over my face and hair. Your cock is still oozing cum as you rub it all around my face. "Mmmmm, yeah" you say as I flick my tongue over your cock. My face is covered in your cum, and I look up at you. You reach down and scoop some cum into my mouth. You smile, liking the image of me covered in your white load and wildly licking at it. "Did I give you what you want?" you ask. "Uh huh," I weakly nod. "I want you to cum again with my cum still on you," you say as you lay down next to me. I reach to my face and scoop some of your cum into my hand. I take it and rub it on my breasts and tummy and then lick my hand clean. I take my other hand, fill it, and then put it between my legs, rubbing your cum all over my pussy. I turn my head into your chest, and you rub my hair away from my sticky face. I start to rub my clit. "I love your cum," I tell you. "I know," you smile back at me as you roll my nipple between your fingers. "Yeeees," I moan as I shut my eyes. "You're my little cumslut," you tell me and I nod my head, rubbing my clit hard and fast. "You love it when I shoot my load on your face and tits," you tell me and I nod my head, looking up at you with my big, brown eyes. "You love making me cum so you can eat it," you tell me. I nod my head this time crying out, "Yes, yes, YES, I love the way you TAAAAAAAASTE!!!" as another orgasm quickly rips through me. "Yes, yes," I mumble as I press into your chest. You take your hand and lift my chin so I am looking up at you. "Next time," you instruct, "I want to be in the room with you when you masturbate with that vibrator." "I thought you didn't like me using them--and I thought you didn't like watching me masturbate," I tease back. "I think I changed my mind," you reply with a grin. I smile back and you say, "Now go clean yourself up, Slut. I'm going to check the score of the game." Watching the Game **The following is a work of erotic fiction in which all characters involved are consenting adults over the age of 18. Not intended to represent any actual person(s) and/or real events.** She giggled as she tossed the recently removed bra at the object of her flirtation. His hard cock throbbed in his pants as he realized that the only thing between him and those gorgeous round breasts was the zipper of a hoodie. He smirked, hiding his arousal from her. Her eyes twinkled as she watched him, looking for a reaction on his face. He tucked the bra on the sofa next to him, not giving her the satisfaction of a sexual escalation just yet. As the tension simmered, they turned back to the basketball game on the television, both of them ignoring the third person in the room. The third one sat with a slightly bemused, but mostly annoyed, look on his face over the extracurricular flirtation, his intent clearly wanting to stay on the game. At the next timeout, the bra's temporary guardian stood, his intentions still guarded, and put the bra in his pants pocket while he walked out of the room and into the kitchen. "Ashley," he called a few seconds later, "could you come in here please and show me where you keep your cups?" The double entendre amused him, but could seem a tame enough question when posed in his current location. As she demurely walked into the kitchen, he knew now was the time to act. He beckoned her with a silent finger slightly out of ear shot of the living room. He held up the bra, a sly grin on his face. "Do you want it back?" His words were but a whisper as his grin widened. She blushed, nodding silently. "Hmm. What do you have to trade?" She pulled out the pockets of her tight jeans, a sexy pout crossing her lips. She had nothing on her of any value, but he already knew that. "How about you unzip that hoodie and I'll give it back?" She slowly cocked her head to the side, contemplating the deal, but the glow on her face let him know that she was definitely on the same page with him and that this was just part of the game. Her lithe hand went to the zipper tag and slowly she started to pull downward. As the front of the garment parted, she turned away from him, preventing him from seeing what he craved. Gently, he reached out and put his hands on her hips, pulling her to him, her back to his chest. He ran his hands up under the jacket and caressed her sides as her head leaned back onto his shoulder. Her voice eked out a conspiratorial whisper, "What if he comes in here?" He shook his head briefly even though she couldn't see. "He won't. He'd rather watch the game." His hands swiftly moved up and cupped her heavy breasts, just taking in their dimensions. As he marveled at her soft skin, she drew in a sharp breath of arousal. Good. He wanted her to start feeding into the lust he was feeling. He kneaded her breasts, lightly rubbing his palms across her hardening nipples and eliciting a whimper of pleasure. Kissing her neck, he slid both hands back down to her hips, but then around to the button fly of her jeans. Plink. Plink. Plink. One by one, he undid the buttons. "We shouldn't," she quietly cautioned, but made no move to stop him. He could feel the heat coming from inside her jeans as his right hand plunged down the parting of the button fly. He easily slipped past the waistband security of her silky panties and down toward the source of the warmth. She tensed in anticipation, but sighed deeply when his fingers found the already damp folds of her vaginal entrance. As he rubbed two fingers across those sensitive lips, his thumb sought her clitoris and a sharp intake of breath let him know he found it. She turned slowly, leading him away from the living room and into the nearby bathroom without disengaging their connection. He closed the door behind him and turned on the light as she leaned forward on the sink, ready to be plucked like strings on a harp in the key of pleasure. His left hand returned upward and fingers cinched upon a nipple, rolling it slightly and tugging. She grunted and rolled her hips. This was actually happening and she was going to enjoy it. No sense in stopping now. As her hips rolled, her jeans slowly slid down to her knees. His left hand disengaged from her nipple, his right still strumming her wetness, and he tried removing the jacket. His awkward tugs at the cloth found to be insufficient, she took the job upon herself and tossed the hoodie over her shoulder. "Mmmmm, you're getting into it," he playfully chided, "I knew that good girl could turn bad." She smiled into the mirror at him, her eyelids heavy with pleasure. A brief murmur of acknowledgement passed her lips as she bit back the sounds of ecstasy that she wanted to express, but couldn't with the otherwise unsuspecting company in the other room. He removed his hand from her pussy, which elicited a disappointed sound, but she understood when he took both hands and pulled her panties down to join her jeans. Since she was barefoot, she went ahead and slinked free of her bottoms entirely, leaving her naked. He guided her hands back to the sink's counter and then dropped to his knees behind her, putting his mouth up to her wetness. His tongue caressed the lips his fingers had just been strumming and he returned a thumb to her clitoris. She let out a heavy exhale and her legs started to wobble. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her while his friend sat in the next room, just feet away, but she was too turned on to care. She wanted to cum badly and she was going to let him provide that pleasure. As he continued his oral ministrations, he snaked his other arm up to caress her inner thigh, almost lightly tickling it. He wanted her nerves to be standing on end when he brought her to orgasm. He wanted it to be intense. He wanted to take her breath away. He wanted this entire erotic scene to be burned into her memory for years to come. He wanted it to be the reason she would silently masturbate in the shower or just before bed. He wanted it to lead to more moments like this when he could share his physical attraction to her. But he wouldn't get ahead of himself. There was work to be done. He began to make love to her with his mouth. Long, slow strokes with the flat of his tongue. Penetrating prods with the point of his tongue alternated with butterfly flicking of her clit. Her hips were bucking in earnest at this point, the culmination of the act getting close to fruition. Panting, she blurted out in a harsh whisper, "Please. Fuck. Ohgod. Ohgod! Make me cum!" It didn't take much longer for him to oblige. He steadied her thighs with his hands as she shuddered through her weak-kneed orgasm. As she slowly returned from her post-orgasmic bliss, he playfully licked at her clit, causing her to give a tiny squeal and pull away. She turned around as he got to his feet. They met in a kiss, giving her a chance to taste what he just had been. He ran his hands along her naked body, indulging his skin's craving of contact with her. It had been a torrid session, barely a few minutes, but surely they were being missed. He broke their kiss and, just moments later, his friend knocked on the door and asked if everything was okay. He looked to his flushed partner and grinned from ear to ear as he assured his friend that things were just fine. Nature's call came at a bad time, he explained. When asked where the gracious host had gone, she whispered to her lover the solution. "She told me she had to step out back to make a call," he relayed to his sports-loving pal. This served the intended purpose and the curious friend went back into the living room to continue his view of the game. "I think that bought us some time," he said quietly. "What about you," she asked, "You're still dressed!" Her hand found the front of his pants and the rock hard cock being held back by the material and she purred. "Let's get him out in the open so he can join the party," she suggested as she manipulated the opening to his pants. He didn't have to be asked twice and helped her lower his pants to his ankles. She grasped his scrotum gently and stroked it before taking hold of his rigid, hot cock. It was his turn to sharply inhale. "Oh, I think he likes it," she teased, and he vocalized to the affirmative. Stroking his dick, she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his neck and his reddening left ear. "Do you want me?" Eyes closed, he whispered a yes in reply. Her talk turned bold. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" He groaned. He had dreamed of this moment and he would not be denied with a rude awakening in an empty bed this time. He replied with "Of course I do." She laughed softly, but with wickedness. "Of course you do, what?" She continued to stroke his straining cock. "God dammit," he breathed, "of course I want you to suck my cock." She smiled. "Tell me, then." He blushed, but the words immediately came. "I want you to suck my cock." She smiled again, the pace of her stroke quickening, "Order me, baby. Tell me to get on my knees and suck you." She was surprised that her own words were making her pussy wet again. The dirty talk was too much for her partner and, with a groan, he began to cum against her stomach. He clutched her to him as she continued to milk his balls of their contents, his hips thrusting forward with each wet spasm. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes, looking down into hers. They saw it in each others' eyes. This wouldn't be the last time they would have an encounter. The ice had been broken and there was nothing but heat now. With some nervous giggles and playful kisses, they got dressed and decided to make separate returns to the living room. Once there, they had eyes on the television, but neither of them was really paying attention. They had other things to think about. Watching The Games FYI To all readers, I have updated my username (formerly Amyscute2000 to get more with the times and I am now using Amyscute2002). Since the birthday party and my "dancing" surprise for my boyfriend Eric, my relationship with him has gone to a whole new level. He enjoyed seeing me with other guys and so far there haven't been any problems which I thought might happen. He likes it when I show off now and I told him about some of my other stories and that I have written about them on this site. His favorite was "The Bet." He suggested I submit this one, since it was mostly because of his doing! A few weeks ago, me and Eric were watching the college basketball and I was rooting for St. John's cause I grew up near the school. Eric kept saying that they stunk and that they definitely would lose their first game and get eliminated. Jumping to their defense, I said that I bet they would win. I shouldn't have said that! "Ok, wanna bet?" he said, "How bout if they lose you have to be the hostess for my final- four party?" "I thought you were going home that weekend to watch your parent's dogs," I replied, remembering that his parents were going away for the weekend and asked him to stay at their house. He said, "I am, but I was going to invite some friends over to watch the games." I had a suspicion he was up to something but I wasn't sure what yet. "Ok, sure," I said, "But what exactly do I have to do?" "You have to wear what I tell you and go along with everything." Getting that nervous but excited feeling, I said alright. Well, needless to say, St. John's got crushed and I lost. Last Friday afternoon, I packed my bags and waited for Eric to pick me up. He came by and I got in his car and we drove the 4 hours to his parent's house. He had a spare set of keys and we went inside. His parents dog, Oscar, immediately ran up and greeted us at the door. Oscar was cute and friendly and seemed happy to see Eric again. Eric turned on the lights and showed me around. It was a great house. It had two floors and a kitchen which opened into a huge sunken living room with a widescreen jumbo tv. The living room had three couches in a u-shape with the TV at the open end. In the corner of the room was a full bar, complete with a mirror behind it on the wall with shelves of liquor and bar stools. The back wall had a sliding glass door that went out into the backyard. I looked out and could see a gazebo with a hotub in the middle of it. "Now I see why you were excited about watching the game here" I said. Eric showed me around the second floor and we put our stuff in the guest room instead of his old room since it had a queen sized bed. He ordered pizza and started to call his friends up about the party, and suggested I take a shower. The shower felt good after the long drive. When I came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel on my head, Eric was standing there with a sly look on his face. "What?" I said suspiciously. "Well," he began, "I remembered your story about you and your friends in Jamaica and I got a little jealous, I figured it was time for you to break your own record, and go for 2 days straight." "What do you mean?" I said as I started to figure it out. He replied, "I locked all of your clothes in the car across the street. Here, you can where these." He reached down and picked up a pair of black, spiked heeled shoes. "What!" I said as I flushed bright red. "No way, I am not doing that! What about the party with your friends tomorrow! Are you nuts." He tried to calm me down and said "Listen, don't worry, its only three guys coming over tomorrow, my parents are away, I won't make you leave the house or anything, but you are going to stay naked until Sunday night." "You want your friends to think I am some horny little fuck doll?!" I yelled. Eric looked at me stearnly and said, "They don't even know I am dating anyone and I didn't tell them I brought you home from school. I am going to tell them I got you from a service, and they ARE going to think you are a horny little fuck doll!" His sly grin returned as he reached out to hand me the pair of heels. I smiled, snatched them, and said "Fine!" you'll be sorry. Secretly inside I was very excited about the idea. I put on the heels and walked around the house. The pizza guy came and Eric kept his word and answered the door and paid the guy. We ate and watched a movie on the big screen TV. Then we went upstairs and had sex like rabbits for a few hours before passing out. When we woke up the next day, it was already about 2:00 pm. We had overslept. Eric got up and said he had some errands to run and said he would be back by 5 oclock and that I better be ready for when his friends came at 5:30. He left. I got up and walked around the house. I went to his parents room and went to his moms closest looking for clothes to put on. Unfortunately his mom was apparently pretty overweight, and it looked like nothing would really fit me. I went downstairs and looked out of the back sliding doors and saw in the daylight that the backyard was completely fenced in. It was warm and sunny outside, so I opened the door and walked out into the backyard. A breeze hit me and I realized that I hadn't been naked outside since I went to Jamaica. It felt awesome. I found a lawn chair next to the house and laid out in the sun and read my book for a few hours. I went inside to take a shower to get ready to play "hostess." I shaved my legs and bikini line so that only a small strip about an inch wide was visible. I put my heels on and noticed that I had gotten some good color from laying out in the sun, and thanks to my lack of clothes, I noticed that I had no tan lines. I put my hair into pigtails. The guys would think that I was a stripper or a hooker! I heard Eric come home and so I went downstairs to greet him. Oscar was already at his legs jumping and wagging his tail. He looked up and saw me coming down the stairs, wearing nothing but a smile and the pair of black, spiked heels. He saw how tan I was. "Wow!" he said, "I see you laid out today, cool!" Sorry I am late, my friends will be over in a few minutes. I told them I had a surprise for them!" I went to the bar and made myself a stiff drink and drank it was quickly as I could. After a few minutes the warm feel of vodka ran through me and I relaxed a bit. Eric asked me to put some snacks out so I went to the kitchen and fixed up a few bowls of chips and nuts. Then I heard the doorbell ring. "Oh shit!" I thought. What do I do? Here goes nothing! I didn't know what to do so I ran behind the bar and made myself another drink. Eric and his friend walked into the living room. Eric said, "Thomas, I have hired some help for the party, Thomas this is Amy." Thomas looked across the room and saw me standing behind the bar. "Amy can you please turn on the TV and fix Thomas a drink. I flushed red, then took a few timid steps from behind the bar. Thomas's eyes lit up when he saw what I wasn't wearing! "Holy shit Eric! Where did you get her?!" "A service some guys in my grad school told me about, she'll take care of whatever we need," Eric replied as he winked at Thomas. I turned on the TV and walked over to Thomas and shook his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Pleased to meet you Thomas, what would you like to drink?" He asked for a vodka tonic. I turned to go back to the bar, and looked back over my shoulder, only to see Thomas's eyes glued to my bare ass. "Wow!" he said again. One after another the other guys came over. Their names were Anthony and Keith. They all had reactions similar to Thomas's when they saw me. I fixed them all drinks and the first game started. The guys kept asking me to make them drinks, and they seemed to be as interested in me as they were in the game. After a while, as I handed a drink to Anthony and turned away, I felt a finger slowly slide down the left check of my ass. I turned around and smiled politely. The fact that a total stranger had just touched my ass started to get me excited. I became very conscious once again that I was naked. I made myself a few drinks as well and after a while I was as drunk as the guys were. Some food came to the door and the guys ate and drank some more. When there were a few minutes left in the first game, Eric said, "Amy here grew up in Indiana aint that right Amy?" "Yes," I lied. "In fact," Eric continued, "Amy is a big Hoosier fan, she told me before you guys got here that if Indiana wins, she will be so excited and happy she will give us all blowjobs, right Amy?" he said with a wicked grin. I managed my best to keep from shaking and said, "Yup, that's right Eric, whoever wants one." The guys got visibly excited. There were very polite up until that point and none of them had even tried anything with me besides patting me on my ass a few times. As the clock on the game started to tick away, and Indiana held onto their lead, they guys started getting loud and giddy. When thee was about a minute left, Keith yelled out, "I can't believe it, this bitch is gonna suck my dick in a minute! I got first!" I felt a chill run down my spine as I ran from behind the bar to get a better look at the TV. Indiana had the ball, the clock was winding down, they were going to win. I turned away and went to the bar and made myself one last drink. I couldn't watch the game. After a few bunch of whistles and commercials, the game was over, Indiana had one. I then realized I had to act excited about it! I couldn't let the guys know that I wasn't really from Indiana and a Hoosier fan or else they would know something was up. I feigned excitement, gave a couple of woo hoos, and looked at the guys and said nervously, "OK, WHO'S FIRST?" Keith jumped up and said, "Me! I called it!" He yanked his pants and boxers down and said back down on the couch. "Bring me a drink before you come over, will ya Amy" he said as he high fived Eric. I looked at Eric and could tell that he was loving my predicament. I could tell he wasn't completely sure I would go through with this. I fixed Keith a drink and walked seductively over to him. All eyes were laser beamed at me. I handed Keith his drink and looked down at him. His dick was fully hard, sticking right up looking at me. It was average size, and kinda thin. It wouldn't be so bad I thought to myself. With me legs straight and my back to everyone else, I bent over and brought my face down to his crotch, and grabbed his dick with my hand. I guided it into my mouth and began to bob up and down on his dick. He was so horny he had already started to have precum, and I could taste it in my mouth. After a minute or so, my back started to hurt so I got down on my knees, but my hands on his legs, and started to go faster and faster. I could hear the guys cheering, and above all, I heard Eric say, "Suck his dick you little hot suck slut!" I don't know what came over me when I heard that. Out of anger and excitement, I stopped for a second and took him cock out of my mouth. I told Anthony and Thomas to sit on either side of Keith on the couch. I unzipped both of their pants and fished out each of their dicks with each hand and started to jerk them both off at the same time. I plunged my head back down on Keith and kept blowing him. Eric couldn't believe it. He stood behind the couch behind where Keith was sitting and watched me blow his friend and jerk off two other guys at the same time. He was stunned. With Keith's dick still in my mouth, I looked up at Eric and mumbled as best I could, "Don't worry honey, I'll get to you in a second" I don't know if he understood what I said, but the look on his face was priceless. Keith didn't last long and came in my mouth for what seemed like forever. I swallowed and swallowed as quickly as I could until he was done. I then let go of Thomas's cock, and shuffled on my knees over to Anthony and repeated the treatment I had given Keith. Anthony didn't last long, he came very little, and I moved back over to Thomas and began to blow him. After about 3 or 4 minutes, Thomas spurted his cum and was finished. I swallowed most of it and quickly got up and walked over to where Eric was standing, his jaw almost on the floor. I grabbed him behind the head and gave him a big kiss. Then he tasted it. No one else knew or could tell, but as I kissed Eric, I spit a small amount of Thomas's cum into his mouth. He kissed me for a second then pulled back in shock and stared at me, dismayed. I grabbed his belt, undid his pants and jerked them down as I hit the floor. I grabbed his ass with each one of my hands and began making him fuck my face, right there in the middle of the living room in front of all his friends. Eric eased into it and after a few minutes, he too came and sat down on the couch exhausted. I looked around the room, walked over to the bar, and hopped up onto a bar stool, and surveyed the scene. I saw four guys, each exhausted, each in bliss, with smiles on their face and their dicks out and wet. I smiled, and said 'I hope that was ok boys!" They mumbled various compliments and thanks. I went to the bathroom to wash out my mouth and clean up a little bit. When I came back out, the guys had put their dicks away and were relaxing and chatting. I figured I was not done getting even with Eric. I said, well boys, I am not from Maryland, but if they beat Kansas, I will fuck each one of you." Eric's jaw hit the floor again, the guys were rejuvenated and cheering and giving each other high fives. I made them drinks and the second game started. I noticed sine my between game "activity" the guys began to get a little more "hands on" when I brought them drinks. As I paraded around the room in birthday suit, the guys would reach out and give my ass a quick rub, or pinch one of my nipple for a second until it got hard. I keep drinking and was really starting to enjoy it. Maryland started out behind, but quickly pulled ahead and built a pretty good lead. Down the stretch it got close but they won the game. When it became clear Maryland would win, Eric said, "Listen guys, I am sure that Amy is a little drunk and would really not have sex, I think we should let her off the hook, or she can blow us again or something." I shot Eric an evil look. I could tell he didn't want me to fuck his friends. Would he tell them the truth if I did? I knew he wouldn't and that I had him right where I wanted him. They started arguing with him and tried to shoot down the idea. I chimed in and said, "No, really, I'm fine, I wanna do this, I'm really a horny little fuck doll, ain't that right Eric?" He had a pained nervous look on his face when he realized I was using his words from the day before. He shook his head ok, reluctantly. "Listen boys" I said, "Here's how I want it. I want each of you to lay down about a foot apart from each other on the floor, with your pants and boxers down around your ankles. They moved the coffee table from between the couches and the four of them laid down as I had said. Eric was all the way to the right. Each one of them, including Eric pulled their pants and boxers down and each had a rock hard erection. I went to the left side and stood over Keith's legs and put one of my heels on each side of his legs. I slowly walked forward until I was right above his dick. All eyes were glued to my pussy and Keith's dick to see if I was really going to do this. I lowered my self down as slowly as I could and grabbed his dick with my left hand, put my right hand on the floor for balance, and slid it in. I was sooooo wet by then, it went in really easily. It felt so good after all the anticipation and build up I had been feeling for the past few hours. With my feet still on the ground and using my knees, I bounced up and down on Keith's dick. I didn't want to put my knees on the ride and ride him in the regular way because I didn't want to get rug burns. I told Keith, loud enough for all to hear that I was on the pill so there was no need to pull out. I bobbed up and down for about a minute when I heard Keith yell, felt him tense up, and felt a warm shot up inside of me. I stood back up, took one step to the right, and quickly lowered myself onto Thomas before anyone could say anything. I fucked Thomas the same way until he too came (very quickly I might add). I stood up and straddled Anthony. As I lowered myself onto him and put his dick inside me, I stared at Eric and looked into his eyes and said, "Boy, I think I'm gonna like this one!" My legs were starting to get tired so I dropped my knees forward to the floor and ground my ass all they way down onto Anthony. His hands were on my tits in a flash, and I leaned forward and he began to suck on them. I bounced my ass up and down on his dick and shook my head up and down. My pigtails flopped up and down as I said over and over, just two feet from my boyfriend, "I'm a little fuck slut, fuck me! I'm a little fuck slut, fuck me!" By the time I was finished with Anthony, I was dripping wet with both my cum and theirs. I lowered myself onto Eric who gave me both a look of disgust and lust. His friends got up and watched as I fucked Eric. He didn't even last a minute he was so turned on! When he was done, I got up and went out to the hot tub to soak and clean off. The guys stayed inside and cleaned up too and talked and drank a little more. I head them call out goodbye and thanks one by one, as each of them left. When they left Eric made me take a shower and fucked me again in the hotub. I stayed naked the whole next day, for a total of 48 hours, and managed to get dressed just as Eric's parents came home. Eric introduced me to his parents. I told his dad that they had a wonderful house. Eric's dad said, "Thanks Amy" I said, "Your welcome, you can call me FS, that's what Eric's friends call me." Eric's dad game Eric a puzzled look. The end.