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Friends with Janice Ch. 01

By: spider007



The Characters:

Dan and Janice

Friends: Robert, Jake, William, and Glen

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My name is Janice. I married Dan when I was 18 and he was 21 and we have been married for six years. We plan having a family later but in the meantime enjoy a very active sex life unrestrained by rug rats. I was a virgin and unfamiliar with sex until I met and got engaged to Dan at 17. Dan was sexually active since he was 15 so had five years of experience on me. He has taught me most of what I know and I'm now a torrid sex enthusiast and think a hard cock is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Dan is a lean but fit and very strong at 6'-3" and 190 pounds. He started his own plumbing supply business a few years ago and he is also a volunteer fireman. I'm petite at 5'-4" with auburn hair, green eyes, a fit and shapely body (if I don't say so myself), and 38C breasts. Girls my height are likely to have 34-inch busts, which means my breasts stick out almost two inches more than normal. Plus, almost all 38-inch busts have D cups that look like balloons. Mine is a firm and statuesque C cup that looks more like a phallic symbol and attracts a lot of attention when I'm out in public. I don't solicit the attention but do like how my simply walking down the street can excite men so much, especially if my normal 3/8-inch nipples grow to their excited ¾ inch length and are poking through a tight sweater. My nipples are like pencil erasures with a lot of the pencil still attached. My husband also likes the way his wife can turn heads -- makes him feel proud. 

One Sunday a couple of weeks back was typical. Dan invited four of his friends to spend the afternoon and evening watching NFL football: Robert, who is married, Glen who has a steady girlfriend, and Jake and William who have no particular attachments. Dan is the only fireman of the bunch but they all spend time together watching football, downing a few beers at the local pub, and working out at the gym. I like football and join them watching the game, though I only watch maybe 25% of the playing time. Mostly I keep them (and me) filled with beer and serve them snacks and munchies and let them enjoy their male bonding. 

Dan likes to spice things up by having me dress without a bra in a tight little football jersey that is cut off just below my breasts and displays my bare midriff and prominent tits and nipples. I compliment that with a short flared miniskirt, or sometimes, if I feel particularly daring or Dan is especially perverted, with tight tiny pink hot pants. Dan selected these clothes especially for his Sunday get together. He enjoys how I can turn the guys on and distract them from the game, and I admit I get turned on a little myself doing it. There is always a lot of flirtatious behavior with the guys peppering me with suggestive remarks. I don't discourage them when I play along, like rubbing up against them and bending over to show more cleavage as I serve them drinks, and maybe throwing in a flirt of my own like saying in a coquettish voice, "Are you sure there isn't anything else I can get for you... anything at all?" 

Dan encourages me, sometimes aloud, like telling me to 'shake my bootie' when I walk into the kitchen, or sometimes whispering in my ear, "You're doing a great job, babe. I don't think they're much interested in the game anymore..." We all keep our cool, however, and it never goes beyond the flirty behavior with the minor exceptions of a few pats and squeezes on my ass as the evening wears on. 

This past Sunday started routinely with Dan and his four friends here to watch the games. I fixed hors d'oeuvres and snacks and made sure the beer was cold and plentiful. As usual I spent some time with the guys watching the game, but mostly stayed out of their way futzing about in the kitchen and generally keep things picked up and clean, and making sure the men were well stocked with brew. I made sure I had my share, too. I was dressed unusual this day in a rather plain miniskirt and a man's shirt with two buttons undone... no..., two are slightly less than conservative and it takes four to be really naughty, so I unbuttoned a third which is risqué and more likely to get a man's attention without being bad. I had very little make-up on, nor did I do anything special with my hair other than tie it into a quick ponytail. That was a bit sneaky since I have found, for some strange reason, a flipping ponytail excites a man more than any other hairdo. 

This Sunday took a different turn when Dan's pager beeped during the 1st quarter. He immediately picked up the phone, dialed the speed-call number, listened to the information, grabbed his jacket and gloves and dashed out the door -- all within a New York minute -- stopping only to say good-bye to us and quickly say something to Robert. His going to a fire always makes me anxious though I keep it to myself. I never know if he will be gone for 15 minutes or 15 hours... or possibly forever. Six to eight hours is the norm -- two or three to fight the fire and the rest to clean up afterwards. But I try to take it in stride, as do his friends who are quite used to it.

I noticed a couple of empty beers and went to the fridge to get some more for the guys. Robert came right up behind me so that our bodies were lightly touching and said, "I see your getting beers. I was going to get my own to help out." 

"Thanks," I said, "but that's all right. I'll get them for everybody.... If you give me a little breathing room."

"Oh! I'm sorry. Didn't mean to interfere," he said. Then added, "I bet Dan would not like me standing this close, would he?"

"Probably not," I replied as he stepped back. 

He added with a chuckle, "I know I wouldn't if I were him."

Robert returned to the TV room followed by me with two beers. "Everybody else O.K. for now?" I asked. 

"For the moment," they answered. I returned to my futzing about in the kitchen setting up a tray of chicken wings. After a few minutes, unbeknownst to me, Robert returned and stood right behind me. As he touched me I let out a surprised "OH!" He said, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted you to know we need a couple of more beers."

"It's O.K," I said. "Just give me a little room and I'll get the beers."

Robert interjected, without backing up, "Oh, I'm standing too close again aren't I? Where it would make Dan angry?" Not waiting for an answer he went on, "I bet he REALLY wouldn't like this, then," and kissed me lightly on the neck. Again, before I could get my answer out, he placed his open lips on my ear and whispered, "Would he?" 

I was involuntarily angry, a tad flustered and surprised. Robert came right out of left field and I didn't know how to react. My conscience told me to react more strongly but I also wanted to be civil and friendly, so I just stood there nonplussed. I simply said softly, "No, he probably wouldn't." 

He backed up to give me room and I let it all pass, though I have to admit that there was a slight tingle in me. I went again to the fridge and pulled out two bottles. "Here, let me help," Robert said and reached for the bottles. He took the bottles from my hands and managed to run his fingertips down my lower arm, wrist and fingers in the process. I didn't know if that was deliberate or simply accidental, and I didn't know if it should annoy me or not. But it did feel good and kept the tingling for a second.

The game was in the 2nd quarter and I was finishing up the tray of goodies. Robert (who else??) came in the kitchen to inspect the chicken wings. He commented, "Those look great. They're making me hungry. Do they taste as good as they look?"

"Yes, I think so." I answered.

"You haven't taste tested them yet?" Robert said as he picked up a wing and held it up to my mouth. "Here, take a bite." I reached for the wing but Robert said, "I'll hold it. Just take a bite and tell me how it is." My thought process was still lagging Robert's so I took a small bite of the wing. "Eat it all to be sure," he said. I nibbled the rest of the meat off the wing.

"Yes, that is very good, if I may say so," I said

"Great," he exclaimed. "Don't let any go to waste," he added as he stuck his two fingers that were holding the wing in my mouth before I knew it. "Get it all. Suck them clean," he commanded with a subtle emphasis on 'suck'. Like a non-thinking robot I automatically licked the chicken juice and spices off his fingers. "Very good," he commented as his eyes focused on my mouth's finger sucking motion. "Let's eat!"

I brought the chicken wings and a second tray of munchies into the family room just as the first half was ending. I said I would get everyone a fresh brew and went back to the kitchen. Robert (Surprise! Surprise!) came along to help but this time did just that -- carrying two while I handled three beers, including my second. I sat with them to socialize during halftime, and we munched, drank and chatted. Glen commented that he knew how much time Dan spent fighting fires and that it must get tiresome and annoying. I responded, "No, it's not tiresome. I know that's what Dan does and I'm used to it. It's not really annoying but can be inconvenient. He's on call 24/7 and a call can come anytime. Sometimes just at dinner time or just after going to bed can be inconvenient."

"Yeah, I'll bet those calls just after bedtime are very inconvenient," Robert chimed in.

"Yeah, it can get in the way," I commented, the double entendre going right over my head. The others didn't miss it though. They snickered at each other and I blushed just a little.

"Bet he has to grab and put on more than his fire jacket and gloves when that happens," William chuckled. That brought more snickers and a couple of guffaws, and just a little more redness to my face. William continued, "Do you have to help him get dressed to save time?"

Still playing it straight, as I knew no other way, I replied, "No. He can do that fast enough without me getting in the way. Sometimes I do go downstairs and round up his jacket and gloves as he is getting dressed to help a little."

"Do you give him a kiss good-bye?" asked William.

"No, but I do always wish him luck as he walks out the door," I answered.

Jake chimed in. "I'm getting quite a picture in my mind. Dan scurrying around like the firehouse gang at eleven at night and Janice standing on the stoop in her short little Teddy handing him his fire jacket and gloves wishing him luck as he charges off. I assume you have a Teddy on.... or at least something!"

"Stop! You guys are embarrassing me. Of course I have something on... usually my regular night shirt," I interjected, quickly realizing that last comment wasn't necessary.

Jake added, "Even that makes quite a pretty picture.... Though in my mind I can't picture how short a nightshirt is nor what it covers... or doesn't cover." A roomful of chuckles and laughter followed.

"O.K, guys. Let's get back to the real world of football, chicken wings and beer," I interrupted. As I was talking Robert strolled over to me, bent over and whispered in my ear, "I bet Dan would really really be angry if he knew we were talking to and thinking about you this way." He backed away and added with a smile, "Do ya think?" 

"Maybe. Maybe not," I answered, looking for a throwaway line to put a stop to this. It worked. Everyone returned to their seats and resumed eating, drinking and talking football. "Though I'm not sure that I appreciate it," I added.

"Oh! Janice sweetie! Don't get us wrong. We don't mean to offend. We're just funnin' with you as friends," Robert explained. The others expressed agreement. 

"Huummm," I responded, bit on a chicken wing, took a couple of heavy swigs of my beer, and, without giving it any thought, slouched down in my easy chair allowing my miniskirt to ride up a bit and expose a little more thigh. 

"Does your nightshirt cover more than that?" Jake inquired with a chuckle. 

"No, it doesn't," I responded kindly and pulled my skirt down. 

"Sure would like to see that," Jake continued. 

"I bet you would," I smiled.

The 3rd quarter had started and the guys were engrossed in what I presume from their boisterousness was a good game. I finished my beer, went to the kitchen, opened another, and started straightening up. Robert called out, "Hey! Sweetie! Would you bring a couple of cold ones for some thirsty guys?" 

"Comin' right up," I replied and put four bottles on a serving tray. I walked up beside Robert and offered him the tray. 

He grabbed a bottle with his left hand and slipped his right arm around my waist and gave it a light squeeze. "Thank ya darlin'. I hate to put you out but appreciate the service," he commented. I was about to respond when two of the guys hollered and yelled, "Wow! Look at that play." The TV got everyone's rapt attention. Except Robert's arm stayed around my waist. And while he focused intently on the screen, his hand started to lightly rub me in a circular motion -- up my side and down to the tops of my butt cheeks. I wasn't sure what to do or what I could do while holding a tray full of beer bottles. "Did you see that?" He asked me excitedly as he turned toward me. He removed his arm, maybe hoping I would think it an absent-minded move, but when his hand patted my ass two or three times as he retracted his arm, I thought otherwise. I was flummoxed over whether he was really funnin' or hittin' on me.

I said nothing and delivered the rest of the beers. Jake took his and said, "I don't suppose you decided to model that nightshirt for us, have you?" 

"No, silly," I answered. 

"'Course there's no way for us to tell if it covers less than your skirt unless you show us.... And like The Enquirer, we really want to know," he went on. 

"Sure there is. I can tell you," I parried.

"But where's the fun in that?" he came back. "It would make a super-duper waitress' outfit! Every bit as good as your jersey and hot pants!"

"Well you'll probably just have to picture it in your mind," I joshed, and realized that was not a terribly strong negative. What did I mean by 'probably'? I returned to messing in the kitchen, polished off my beer and opened what would be my fourth and took three big gulps.

Robert came up behind me again. "Wouldn't Dan get upset with all that beer you're drinking like he would about all the things we have been doing?" As he was talking he nonchalantly started rubbing my ass with one of his hands, this time not so subtly.

"He doesn't care if I have a few beers. You should know that," I answered, inexplicably ignoring his squeezing my ass.

"I bet he wouldn't like my touching you though, would he?" Robert went on. 

I turned my head to face him and said, "Probably not." There was that 'probably' again! What the hell is that about, I thought. 

But as I turned my head to answer he caught me by surprise and said, "Then he really wouldn't like this," and kissed me on the lips. Somewhere in the corners of my mind something was saying "danger", but my mind was going much slower than Robert was moving. Before I could formulate a response his lips opened mine and his tongue massaged my inner lips and played with my tongue... and his hand pulled my ass tight into his body. While I was still trying to figure out what was happening -- let alone a response -- his kiss lingered persistently. His lips puckered against mine, his tongue entwined with mine, and his hand squeezed and massaged my ass while pressing my crotch tightly against his thigh for what seemed like a good 30 seconds. My mind just got more muddled as I experienced his ministrations.

He leaned his head back and said softly, "See. A little friendly kiss never hurt anyone. I don't think Dan would be angry over one little smooch... but he might be angry with two," and laid another sloppy french kiss on me, pulling my crotch even tighter into his leg and rotating his leg ever so slightly around it. While my brain was trying to get oriented, he kept on with his kiss -- longer than 30 seconds this time.

"My! My! My! What have we here?" Jake intoned as he came in the kitchen for another beer. "Just a little kiss among friends," said Robert as he broke the kiss and turned to Jake -- and gave my ass a final heavy squeeze. 

"Yes, just a friendly kiss," I concurred, embarrassingly gasping for breath and having no idea why I said that. 

"You make it sound so friendly," Jake laughed while I stood there still trying to get my brain in gear but instead looked more like a deer caught in the headlights, which would have given them the wrong signal that my conscience was trying to send. But maybe my subconscious was thinking of a different signal. After all they were friends, not strangers, all quite handsome with lean bodies and tight butts.... except William who was broad shouldered and very muscular with his pecs and upper arms bulging against his tight shirt -- I bet he could really ravish a girl I thought idly. My reverie was broken when Jake walked up to me and in a blink of an eye laid a kiss on me as he said, "I'm you friend, too, Janice honey." He did not embrace me and only his lips touched me, but he played footsie, so to speak, with my tongue. Robert kept rubbing, squeezing and pushing my ass as Jake ate my lips. Jake finally broke the kiss and commented, "Wow! What a super friendly kiss. That was nice." He went on, "C'mon. The game is all tied in the 4th quarter. It's going to be a good ending no matter who you are rooting for."

Robert and Jake returned to the TV and just left me standing in a daze at the kitchen sink. Now my brain finally gets in gear and asks, "What the hell are you doing?" "I dunno," I replied out loud to my brain. I just stood there for a minute, then swigged down the last of my beer, opened my fifth, sashayed into the family room, grabbed a seat and asked what the score was -- as if I gave a damn. "24 to 21." William replied. 

As I sat in a sprawl in the chair William and Glen came over to me and each gave me a peck on my lips. "Heard all friends were kissing," they both chuckled, and headed back to their seats.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Robert shouted. "What the hell was that? That wasn't a friend kiss... that was a stranger kiss. That was an insult. You guys go apologize and give her a bona fide friend kiss." 

William walked over to me and said, "I'm sorry, Janice. I didn't mean to offend." And as I sat there with my mind still s_l_o_w_l_y trying to assess everything, he grabbed my head with both hands, pressed his lips to mine, opened my lips, rotated his lips around mine, and darted his tongue in and out of my mouth. He broke the kiss in about 15 seconds. Glen was right behind him. He took my hands in his, stood me up, and gave me a wet french kiss as he embraced me around my backside. He kissed and sucked my lips and, without my giving it any thought, my tongue, on its own, returned the kiss and darted in and out of his mouth. He held me tighter, swayed a little bit, and pressed his lips to mine harder and with urgency. That kiss lasted more than 30 seconds. 

I thought, being totally objective and scientific, that it was a wonderful kiss. On the other hand, being completely subjective and emotional, I repeated my brain's question to my self, "What the hell is happening here?!?" But all I said was, "Yeah, I guess all friends have now kissed."

I chugged half of my 5th beer hoping to regain my senses when Glen complained, "We showed her how friendly we are, but she won't be totally friendly to us." 

Robert came to my defense and asked, "What the hell are you talking about?" 

Glen continued, "All we wanted was a little friendly competition among us betting on whether her nightshirt does or does not cover more of her than what she has on. But she said 'no.' How unfriendly is that?" Glen has a point the other three admitted.  


Friends with Janice Ch. 01



"How about that?" Robert asked me. Before I could think of an answer he rationalized, "Ya know, it's partly our fault, guys. We really didn't let her know we were serious... plus we really didn't ask her very nicely to do it for us. I think we owe it to her to at least ask nicely." Before anybody could respond Robert turned to me and said, "Finish your beer and come over here and I'll get the boys to ask nicely... then you can decide as a friend.

I chugged the second half of my 5th beer, after all, my nightshirt wasn't any more revealing than my normal Sunday dress. I had polished off a whole beer in less than five minutes. I half walked, half staggered to Robert. He grabbed me gently by the upper arms and spun me around so I was facing the other three with him behind me, still holding my arms. "Jake, you first. Come ask her very nicely as a friend," Robert commanded. 

Jake came over and gave me a gentle but insistent kiss as Robert pulled my arms a little behind me, thrusting my chest out. After 10 seconds Jake pulled away slightly and softly said, "I would really like to compare your outfit with your night shirt." He kissed me again, this time more sloppily with a bit of french action -- which my stupid tongue responded again in kind. After 15 seconds he continued, "You look fantastic in the outfit you have on...I really would like to see you in your nightshirt." He kissed me the third time for another 20 seconds.

As Jake pulled away Robert gave my body a slight twist and there was Glen right in my face, giving me a super romantic kiss. I didn't have time to catch my breath, which now was becoming more rapid. "You look great in these clothes." Another kiss with his tongue rolling around my open lips and giving me a slight tingling. "I want to see you in your nightshirt." Another kiss with our tongues passing each other on their way to the other's mouth. I wondered why my tongue was doing that, as I had not consciously made it do that. His tongue darting in and out of my mouth and reaching the back of it was getting to me. My breathing became faster and heavier and the tingling sensation got more intense. I wasn't sure, but I thought I might have felt an odd bulge pushing into my backside about the level of Robert's groin. My left-brain responded with 'if it is true, you'd better put an end to it...' My right brain said 'if it is true, that's exciting...' My attention returned to Glen. "I think your...," kiss, "nightshirt is...," kiss, "longer, and...," kiss, "covers more of...," kiss, "your body." Kiss. "Can I see?" 

He followed with a full kiss and I responded with a Mmmmmmm. I broke from Glen and before William got a shot declared, "O.K. O.K. That's enough. Tell you guys what. If you promise to stop hittin' on me I'll model my nightshirt." 

"We promise," they responded in unison.

"How does everyone bet? asked Robert. Glen and Jake bet the nightshirt covered more; Robert and William bet on the current outfit. They each put $10 in the pot which the two winners would share. "We have to make careful measurements," Robert went on, "Get a ballpoint to draw a thin line in the middle of her knee for the base, and get a measuring tape to measure the distance from the knee line and the bottom of the skirt. Two different guys measure and we'll take the average. And just fluff her skirt to be fair, don't pull it down or push it up." They began taking the measurements. I thought it a bit much when they brushed the front and back of my skirt five times more than the sides, but soon they had made the measurements. The average was 4-3/8" knee to skirt. William handed me another beer (#6) to take upstairs with me, and said, "Take your time.... but not too much time." 

As I headed upstairs I said, "O.K. Next up is the nightshirt.... And while I'm changing you guys cool off." 

"Right! You can count on it!" they responded. 

As I ascended the stairs my left-brain asked 'do you really expect them to cool down just like that??' My right brain answered 'maybe they will maybe they won't. They might keep their promise; if not... well it will probably be more fun.' Neither half of my brain was very helpful but I was getting too dizzy, and frankly now a little too turned on to care. I took off my shirt and skirt. My bra and bikini panties were left on even though they're normally not part of my go-to-bed dress. I put on my nightshirt, took a couple of heavy slugs of my beer, and headed downstairs. On the way I compulsively stopped at my dressing table, undid the ponytail and brushed out my hair, applied a light touch of red lipstick, sprayed a hint of cologne, and checked myself in the mirror. "Not bad, if I do say so myself," I told myself. I returned downstairs nightshirt on and beer in hand and getting more dizzy and wobbly by the minute. The tingling was still there, as was my heavy breathing from the possibility of what might happen. I went over to the guys. They were highly complimentary, peppered with a few whistles and whoops.

William noticed a difference -- which I didn't -- walked up to me and said, "We have to make everything exactly the same," and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my nightshirt. He seemed to have some difficulty -- either that or deliberately taking his dear sweet time. I simply put my chin on my chest and quietly watched as he undid my buttons. 

Then Robert returned to what has become his post, standing behind me holding my arms. He said, "Make sure the shirttails are fluffed and smooth... especially the front and back." 

As William stroked the front of my nightshirt, I turned my head and said to Robert, "Doesn't seem like you all cooled down much." 

He answered me softly speaking into my ear, "No, we actually cooled down as promised while you were changing. But then you returned... It would be impossible for any man to stay cool with a woman looking like you nearby." Then he leaned further forward and kissed me gently but ardently with his open mouth as the two were taking measurements. I autonomously returned his kiss and shoved my tongue as far into his mouth as I could. I just answered my question as to what things might happen. My very heavy breathing coupled with mews and moans told me -- and I suppose them, too -- that I was pleased with that direction, and I was heating up as my mind went over those possibilities -- given my state in the company of these four hunks. I stroked my tongue in and out of his mouth, moaning with every inward push, and he did the same to me. 

He broke the kiss momentarily, keeping his lips within an inch of mine, and whispered, "You like tongue fucking mouths don't you?" I thought that word, fuck, is now out in the open and guess this moves things up a notch. The word itself didn't shock me as Dan and I talk dirty to each other when we make love...... when we fuck. 

My answer was, "Mmmmmmmm." 

He went on, "I bet Dan would be mad if he knew you were tongue fucking my mouth... or I was tongue fucking yours." That word was getting more common. And it was turning me on. 

I answered with, "Mmmmmmmm... I suppose so." 

We continued to kiss each other passionately as he continued to interject commentary. "Do you like to talk dirty?" 

"Mmmmmmmm," I answered, but was interrupted when I felt hands on the front of my nightshirt. They felt like they were working on more buttons. 

Robert brought my attention back to him with, "If Dan gets mad with you being tongue fucked, he's really not going to like William opening your nightshirt."

"Oh! No! He can't do that," I declared. But immediately Robert replaced his lips on mine and I shoved my tongue back into his mouth -- tongue fucking him while feeling the machinations on my shirt buttons. I also thought I could feel a little bulge pressing into my rear. Then I felt a cool breeze on the whole front of my body; someone had completely opened my nightshirt. Before I had time to fully process that, a hand began lightly massaging a tit through my bra, followed quickly with two hands fiddling with the front clasps of my bra. Within seconds my bra was undone and falling to the side. My tits were now bared to the world. "No! No! You guys can't play with my tits," I protested. 

Robert quieted me with another kiss. I responded with a long moan. Robert pulled back slightly and said, "Yes, he can. "We can play with and squeeze your tits, roll, pinch and pull your nipples just as we can tongue fuck you." More risqué words on the table I thought. Plus it didn't escape me that Robert was using "we" instead of "I." But the only reaction I had was to moan louder and keep shoving my tongue down his throat.

Suddenly I felt four active hands on my two tits. Robert continued his ministrations, "If Dan doesn't like a man playing with your tits he'll really hate two guys, William and Glen, playing with and sharing both tits while a third, me, tongue fucks you." 

I was beyond any cogent response. All that came out was, "Oooooooooooo." 

Robert offered an aside to the two tit men, "You guys getting those nipples hard and long? Pinch and pull 'em good!" I heard no response but did discover what happened to Jake as I felt a hand massaging a lower leg. Robert went back to talking in my ear, "Now you have four men paying you close attention. Do you like that?" 

"We shouldn't be doing this!" I exclaimed between heavy panting. Robert responded, "Maybe not, but do you like it?" 

"Huuummmmmmm," I replied. 

"Does it make you hot?" 

"Uh huh," I gave in just as Jake's hand began rubbing my inner thigh. 

"We're going to see how hot you're getting," he went on, "Jake's going to feel your pussy to see how wet it is." Another taboo word, pussy, out there I mused as I moaned. Robert said to Jake, "Let's see how hot she really is. Take off her panties and use two or three fingers to take the temperature inside her pussy."

Jake started to pull my panties down. "Oh, no. Not this. We can't do this," I protested while simultaneously and subconsciously bringing my knees together, bending them, and lifting my feet one leg at a time solely to make it easier for Jake to get my panties off. Soon two of his fingers were working my love hole and I was starting to lose my mind -- with my pussy being explored, both tits being pinched, squeezed, and sucked on, and my mouth getting the longest tongue fuck ever. 

Robert whispered in my ear, "Ya know you're making all of us hot, too. I bet Dan would go crazy if he knew you were checking on how excited you're making us." 

"Huh?" I questioned. 

He answered by taking one of my hands, bringing it behind my back, and placing it on what felt like a pole of skin. He had taken his cock out of his pants and now had my hand on it! I impulsively wrapped my hand around it -- actually mostly around it as I couldn't get my hand all the way around. "You do feel excited," I purred, now fully in the game. 

He added, "Is my cock hard enough for you?" I answered by repeatedly squeezing his cock. He went on, "William has his cock out, too. Grab hold of it with your other hand and see just how hard you make him." My left-brain and any inhibitions were long dead. I was far too gone to worry anymore about the correct thing to do. Accompanied by a long "Ooooooohhhh," I grabbed hold of what felt like the longest thickest hardest cock I could imagine.

Robert addressed the guys, "Jake, trade places with Glen. Give Glen a go at her pussy and you work a tit over." He interrupted his words to the guys by asking me, "You don't care if we share your pussy, do you?" I had long since lost ability for cogent answers and just moaned. "Glen, lube her up good and see how many fingers you can get in her cunt." The 'cunt' word! I think that about covers it. 

Returning to me Robert asked, "How many fingers do you think Glen can get in your cunt? Three? Four? Maybe all five? Would you like that?" 

"Mmmmmmmmmm." 

"Talk dirty to me and tell me what you would like us to do with your cunt," Robert insisted. 

I was able to get a halfway intelligible answer out, "I would like you to do with my pussy whatever you want to do." 

"With your what? It's no longer pussy. With your what?" Robert intoned. 

"With my cunt. My sweet cunt. My tight cunt," I replied. I was a goner and knew I would be taken ten ways from Sunday by all four. I lay my head back on Robert's shoulder, closed my eyes, and to a steady Aaaaahhh, punctuated with some heavy panting, enjoyed the attention being put on me. I have totally succumbed to their fiery desires and resigned myself to them having their way with me. Truthfully, at the moment I more than anything desperately wanted them to take me and use me anyway they wished. I was completely theirs, and I loved it. One was finger fucking me with four fingers, two were teasing my tits and now almost inch-long nipples, one of whose cock I was holding tight, and the fourth, Robert, had his cock in my other hand and was humping my backside through my nightshirt with my hand helping to aim it. 

"This is in the way and needs to come off," Robert said as he pulled my nightshirt over my shoulders. Being putty in their hands, I momentarily released the two cocks so Robert could completely remove my nightshirt and expose my nakedness for all to see. I re-grabbed my two cocks and everything returned to the way it was, except now Robert was able to push his cock against the bare skin of my ass which he did with insistence, putting his hand on top of mine to guide me, and sliding his cock up and down the crack of my ass, spreading my ass cheeks by pushing his cock in.

Back into my ear Robert said gently, "Do you like jerking on two hard cocks at the same time?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Do you like two men manhandling your super-sized tits at the same time?"

"Aaaaaahhh."

"Would you like them to bite down on your nipples? The nipples with hard-ons?"

"Huuuuuummmmmmm."

"Do you like Glen fucking your pussy with almost his whole hand?"

"Uh huh."

"Want him to fuck your pussy with his whole hand..... up to his wrist? Stick his entire hand up your cunt?"

Mmmmmmmm."

"Are you putting out enough cunt juice for that?"

"I got lots of juice," I murmured.

"While we're trying all of those nasty things on you, give us your first cum of the night. Can you cum for us? We would love to see you cum." And to Glen, "Get her to come all over your hand."

Just his words with the other ministrations being done to my body were sufficient to put me over the edge. I'm multi-orgasmic and can cum almost at the drop of a hat. I usually have three orgasms when Dan fucks me, and he has made me cum just playing with my nipples. My body stiffened then shuddered from head to toe. I yelled out, "OH! GOD! OH! GOD!" and came like a gusher. I dribbled out pussy....... no... cunt cum juice and my body gyrated for nearly a minute with the best orgasm I had in quite awhile. 

I turned to Robert and cooed, "That was one of the best cums ever and I bet I could do it again." Then I demurely added, "Am I your sex toy? Am I all your men's sex toy now? You talked me into it and I want to be your plaything and be used by everyone..... But on one condition..... before we're done, I get fucked by all of you.... I get everybody's cum." 

He replied, "We all badly want to play with you, use you and fuck you. You choose where: on the sofa here, on the floor here, or in your bed.... your choice. Then we'll put so much cock in your cunt you'll lose track. If you want a lot of cock fucking your cunt, we're your guys. Is that what you really want?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Uh huh, what, sweetie?" 

"Uh huh, I want cock fucking me. I want my cunt stuffed with your cocks." I thought to myself, "Man, when I go over to the dark side, I go 100 miles per hour!"

"So you want to be our slut?"

"I'd love being your slut."

"Do anything we want?"

"... and do anything you want... anytime... anywhere."

"Where's your choice for today?"

"Up in my big bed."

Robert addressed the others. "Janice here would like us to all go upstairs to her bedroom, be our slut and let us use her and her cunt any way we want to. She wants us to stuff it with as much cock as it can take. Are you guys ready to fuck the daylights out of this little filly?" A chorus of cheers went up. 

"And you sweet slut, are you ready to milk all of these cocks?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Is that want you want? For us to fuck your brains out?" 

"Uh huh." 

"You told me. Now tell them."

I opened my eyes and looked at Glen, William, and Jake -- now with their cocks out and me still holding on for dear life to William's. "I'm so hot I'm on fire. I want every one of you to fuck my pussy and make me cum all over your cocks..... and you cum in my cunt or all over my face and body if you want. But I need you guys to put my fire out." 

We all trooped upstairs, they with their clothes on but cocks hanging out and me leading the way bare-assed naked. As we stepped, someone asked who won the bet. Robert laughed, "Those that said the nightshirt covered less won.... because see? it's not covering anything." In the bedroom Robert told me to get on the bed, lie on my back, spread my legs, bend my knees, and pull my legs back toward my head as much as it would go. "So we can get a direct shot at your cunt." 

I did as I was told and shouted, "Where's that first cock?" Jake stepped up, slid between my outstretched legs and rammed his cock to the hilt in one fell swoop. He started a methodical pumping in and out the full length of his cock. 

I started cooing, meowing, aaaaaahhing, and then grunting to his thrusts -- uh! uh! uh! uh! uh! I would spout encouragement like, "Give it to me," "Fuck me," Fuck my pussy," "Faster." Jack had not been in my pussy two minutes when I stiffened, shuddered, let out a muffled scream and had my first cum (not counting the doozy I had downstairs) of the gangbang all over him and the bed. 

The other three were offering their own goading, "Fuck her, Jake." "Make her feel your cock in her cunt." "Give it to her hard." At the five-minute mark I came again. At seven minutes I was starting my third and Jake started to stiffen and bellow. 

As my third raked over me, Jake pulled out, put his cock an inch from my face, began jacking it, and said, "I want you to swallow this... open wide." I looked at his cock and saw a beautiful reddish purple head with a rim that looked like an umbrella opening and closing each time Jake jacked his foreskin over it. I could see his balls gently swaying and the glistening of my cunt juices covering the whole cock. There was a drop of pre-cum on his peehole. It was a magnificent sight. I knew if I focused I could see the exact moment that his cum milkshake would spurt out of the same peehole. I opened my mouth, directed it toward his cock, and within seconds was rewarded with gobs of his white thick cum, some on my face and some in my mouth, which I swirled on my tongue and swallowed. 

Even before Jake came all over and in me, I felt another cock at my pussy though it felt more like a telephone pole. I also noticed Robert making a video clip of the action with his I-phone. I was too engrossed to smile for the camera but happy to be a sex movie star. As Jake retreated I looked toward my love hole and saw William -- with a cock that my hand got nowhere near around downstairs. "I have to see that first," I told him. His cock was just at my opening and he easily moved forward so I could get a good look at it. I closely inspected it, ran my fingers up and down the shaft, and pressed in on his peehole. "This looks like a lethal weapon," I purred. "It's bigger than me and looks like it could hurt someone. One of you men get a ruler so I know how big it is." Within seconds someone produced a ruler. I took it and measured the length -- just short of 11 inches. It was 2-3/4 inches wide which made its girth just short of 9 inches. I was holding it while measuring and, while not good at guessing weight, it seemed to weigh more than a pound. I went on, "I might be right. This goliath could really hurt me."




Friends with Janice Ch. 01



William answered, "Don't worry. I'll go slow and make sure I don't hurt you."

"Actually I'd prefer you ram that sonofabitch up my cunt as hard as you can. Make it hurt. It'll make me remember your cock is in my cunt. I'll gladly take a little pain to have that cock of yours in my pussy," I retorted. He rubbed a little cunt juice on the head and forcefully pushed his cock all the way in, I think going to the deep end of cervix. That first thrust hurt like hell as my pussy was pulled way out of proportion. I let out a loud Aaaarrrrrrraughhhhh and said, "GOD! Shit that hurts!" Before William could respond I added, "I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want you to hurt me with that giant cock of yours." In just four strokes the pain and his beautiful giant cock, which was so thick it rubbed against my clit with every stroke, made me cum. "Oh, baby," I cooed, "that telephone pole might make me cum a hundred times. It might kill me with cum... but I'll die one happy fucker!" I added to the others, "Somebody keep track how many times I cum. I can't focus on both that and his cock pounding my cunt the same time."

Not only was his cock gigantic, it was also masterful and William had great control. He would pump me until, by his breathing, I could tell he was ready to explode. Then he would slow down, use shorter strokes, and pinch the base of the shaft with one hand. This would make his impending climax go away. He would fuck me hard for maybe four minutes until he reached that pre-climax point. The first four minutes I had three orgasms including the one at the very beginning of this epic fuck. His cock was so huge that even in his slowdown mode it felt like a normal cock, and I came during one of those periods. With this control William fucked me for 25 minutes! I was delirious and having overlapping orgasms the last few minutes, which I think Robert also got on video. William finally blasted my cunt full of his jism, though most of it spurted out the edges under pressure as there was little room left for it in my cunt, and pulled out. I could only gasp, "Jesus H. Fucking Christ!"

Without delay Glen was sliding his cock into my stretched pussy. He said, "No rests for sluts." 

I said, "Give it to me." 

He stroked me as hard and as fast as he could, which was very good but paled after just being fucked by William and his fuck machine. I did have another orgasm in the five minutes Glen pumped me. 

Then Robert entered me. He fucked me slower and gentler and was more interested in whispering sweet dirty nothings in my ear. "You are the most beautiful slut ever. You love cock, huh? And love it in your cunt, don't you? You can take all the cock we can give, can't you? You'll give any of us a sweet piece of your ass anytime we want. Won't you?" 

"Mmmmhuh."

"How are you going to explain all this cum on your face and leaking out of your cunt to Dan?" 

"I dunno."

"But that's your problem, not ours, isn't it? You're now our slut aren't you? You're Jake's, William's, Glen's and my slut aren't you?" 

"Yes, yes, and yes."

"We can fuck you anytime, anywhere we want, can't we? And you'll always beg us to fuck you, won't you?" 

"Uh huh. Anytime... anywhere. And I will get down on my knees and beg you to fuck me if you want."

Robert continued, "And you're not just any slut, you're a dirty sex-craved cock worshiping slut aren't you? And so long as you get cock in you you'll do anything at all, no matter how nasty, that we tell you to do, won't you?" 

"Of course. I'll be your obedient and filthy slut."

Robert quieted down and concentrated on pumping his cock in my pussy. With his steady fucking and his dirty talk I was getting really turned on and ready for my umpteenth cum. Then as his cock kept up its reciprocating movement in my pussy, he reached down and slid his middle finger all the way in my asshole. 

"Oooooo," I exclaimed, "Not in my ass..." 

Robert didn't answer but pumped his finger in and out of my asshole in sync with his cock pulsing my cunt. The sensation was fantastic. I came explosively at the same time Robert emptied his balls in me. Robert commented, "This was great, Janice baby. You gave everybody a really great time. Plus, with your ass responding to my finger, you just gave me an idea how we can expand things next time." He then pulled out, kissed me warmly, and got up. 

Robert announced, "C'mon, men. We have to get dressed and get the hell out of her before Dan returns and discovers we spent all day fucking his wife. Janice, you'd better get your naked ass up. You got a lot of cleaning up to do -- there are probably beer stains and cum splatters all over. Get dressed and pull yourself together. We'd help but real studs don't help sluts, they just fuck 'em. If Dan gets here before you're ready, just take his cock out and engulf it with your cunt -- that'll take his mind off everything else. Though I'm pretty sure you have time and Dan won't find out." How would he know, I wondered. Then he continued with a curious statement, "...at least until maybe I show him the video."

I wasn't sure what to make of those last statements, but I didn't have time to figure it out. I had a lot of work to do and I was not in good shape to do it -- just having been fucked royally four times with maybe 15 to 20 orgasms. I eventually learned what Robert meant by the video comment. And I didn't know it now but my horizons were to expand greatly being Dan's slutty wife and the four horsemen's fuck doll. 

After my four studs got dressed and left I scurried around the house picking and cleaning up. I gave special attention to our bedroom as that mess would be the hardest to explain to my husband of six years, Dan, when he returned from fighting what must have been a large fire. I could cover for a couple of empty beer bottles still in the living room, but the smell of sex and cum splatters all over the bed would not be so easy. It turned out that Dan was still an hour away from getting home so I managed everything, including cleaning my pussy, getting Jake's cum globs off my face and out of my hair, putting my nightshirt in the laundry, and putting my regular clothes back on. However, I had to leave to nature getting my love hole back to normal after William's gigantic cock stretched it all out of proportion. I'll just have to come up with some feasible explanation if Dan wonders about it -- and he's sure to fuck me within an hour after getting here.

"Hi, hon." It was Dan coming in the door and removing his firefighter's jacket at the same time.

I replied, 'Hi, sweetie. That must have been a tough fire. What was it?"

"It really wasn't too bad. It was a barn a couple of miles out of town, but we had it contained within three hours. We spent the rest of the time cleaning the equipment and straightening up the firehouse. Plus we sat around, drank a couple of beers and shot the bull for a couple of hours."

He continued, "How did the game go? Did you and the boys have a good time? Did you miss me?"

I thought, "man oh man, did we ever have a good time. And I would have missed you terribly if it weren't for the four cocks fucking my brains out," but instead answered, "Yeah, it was a good game from what I could tell. The guys seemed to be having a great time. So did I, keeping them fed with munchies and giving them beers," adding silently to myself, "and taking their cum up my pussy."

He continued, "Who won the game?"

"Honestly I'm not sure. I could tell from the yelling that it was a close game, and I watched parts of it now and then, but mostly kept to my serving and nursing my own beers," I answered.

"How many beers did you all drink?"

"I had six, I think. All told we probably polished off a case."

"Sounds like everyone had a good time. That's good. I'm tired, hon... I'm going to get a drink and head up to bed. You coming?"

I thought, "I've already cum... a lot," but answered, "Be right there."

A little later we were both in bed naked. He was lightly tweaking my nipples and I was lightly stroking his cock.

"We're you able to handle all their suggestive remarks and hittin' on you?" he said with a knowing smile.

"Whadaya mean?" I inquired.

"I mean without me there for protection did they get out of hand?"

"Protection!?" I exclaimed. "You don't protect. You encourage them," I laughed.

Dan chuckled, "Yeah, you're probably right. I do encourage them. But that's only because you turn them on."

"You like when I do that, too," I added.

"I suppose! It's just that all of those guys, feeling close and free with me I guess, have commented in private how hot you are and insinuated they would like to do more than look. That wouldn't necessarily amount to anything, but Robert -- even though he is married -- and Jake are real pussy hounds. I'd be surprised if those two, in my absence, didn't try to get a little."

"Well, I don't recall anything serious. The usual flirty banter but I wouldn't make anything of that," I lied.

"That's too bad. Those guys can be a little exciting. You might have gotten a charge out of them hittin' on you. Now that I think of it, if it would've gone beyond funnin' I know you would have gotten a charge from William..... I've seen him at the Y after our workouts... and he's got a package you wouldn't believe," he went on.

"Package?"

"Yeah. His dick and balls," he laughed

"Well, your friends are good looking and I have to admit appreciating their nice tight butts, but I never got anywhere near any packages," I protested, with the memory of William's grand cock pounding the shit out of my pussy in my mind.

"I'm just sayin'. Hypothetically, those guys are good, and if it got beyond funnin' I bet they can press your buttons and turn you on," he retorted. He went on, "Actually, I might like to see that. I sometimes fantasize about watching another man getting you hot. Do you ever think about that?" Continuing as he moved his hand from my breast to my pussy, inserted two fingers and started finger fucking me, "What if this wasn't me? What if it was some other man finger fucking you? Would you like that? After all finger fucking is finger fucking, like fucking is fucking, isn't it?"

I answered, "I like being finger fucked as much as the next girl, but it hasn't occurred to me to let anyone but you in me. I would assume you wouldn't like it for real like in your fantasy, and so never considered it."

Dan climbed on top of me and slowly slipped his cock in my pussy and started stroking it in and out. "Close your eyes," he said. "Now you can't see me on top of you. All you can feel is a cock fucking your pussy. But you don't know for sure whose cock it is. But I bet it feels just as good, doesn't it? Does this cock that's reaming your pussy feel any worse just because you can't see me?"

My breathing was getting heavy and moaning was coming from my mouth but I managed to answer, "Actually I'm having trouble thinking about it. My mind doesn't work so good when there's a cock pounding my twat. If I said that I'd do anything you want me to, and you would assure me you wouldn't get mad afterward, would you fuck me hard? I mean I will agree to anything to keep you fucking me."

"Wow, babe. That is huge. I mean my mind might be able to come up with lots of stuff I'd like you to do. Are you saying that you'll do anything if all I have to do is agree to fuck you?"

"If that's what you want... and agree to the other term," I said.

"O.K. I agree. Do you promise?"

"I promise. Just tell me what," I committed, still ignoring that I had just let four cocks fuck the shit out of me.

"I'll have to think on it," Dan concluded, and fucked me in earnest -- hard and fast -- for four minutes. I only came once but it was at the same time that he came and deposited his jism in my pussy, and it was a super-duper joint climax.

"That was great, babe," I exclaimed. "Worth everything I might have promised. I love you!"

"Love you, too," he replied. We went to sleep. I dreamt about a room full of cocks -- not men, just cocks -- all waiting to get into my pussy. I wondered what Dan dreamt about. But this in Chapter 2.



Friends with Janice Ch. 02



It's not essential, but this last chapter makes more sense after reading chapter 1.

The Characters:

Dan and Janice

Friends: Robert, Jake, William, and Glen

Denise, Robert's wife and Danielle, Glen's girl friend

*

In Janice's words:

A couple of weeks later Dan informed me that next Saturday we were going out for what he called "a practice run." I asked him what that was exactly. He said he would explain it all soon enough. "All you need to know is to be ready at 7pm, wear either a tight sweater or tight shirt with four buttons undone, a tight short miniskirt with a wide belt, no bra or panties, and sexy makeup." I still wasn't sure what was going on, but it didn't sound like grocery shopping.

Saturday I was ready to go and gave myself a last look in the mirror. I looked fetching if I don't say so myself. Dan walked in, stared at my mirror image and me for a long time, and then said, "You are the best wife anyone in the world could possibly have." 

I replied, "Thanks, hon. But I think you just want to get a little."

We drove to an upscale nightclub, went in and grabbed a couple of stools at the long but mostly empty bar. Dan ordered us vodka on the rocks. Other than the bar itself the rest of the club was pretty active, looked more than half full -- good for 7:30, and had a quiet combo playing dance tunes. Dan faced the bar but had me face the room. This gave the club a nice view of my legs to mid-thigh. I squeezed my legs together so my bare pussy wouldn't be so visible. 

Dan explained, "We'll just sit here as husband and wife having drinks. Before long you can expect one or two guys to come up and start a conversation or ask you to dance, even though they'll be pretty sure you're my wife or date. I want you to be civil and friendly, and when you finally dance, without enticing anyone, let them hit on you."

"Really?" I asked, "Are you sure?"

"I am. See how far you can let him -- or them -- go without going too far, ya know, no going outside or getting arrested."

"You want me to hook up with some stranger and let him have his way with me, short of letting him have a piece?" I repeated.

"Don't you want to? You're not changing your mind, are you?"

I answered, "No, babe. It sounds exciting and you're already making me wet. I just want to be sure this is what you really want."

"I do!"

"You're a naughty little boy! Making your wife do all that nasty stuff.... throwing me into the briar patch," I responded in my best coquettish voice. 

"Yeah, now start being nasty by wiggling your little ass on the bar stool to see if you can draw the attention of a pussy hound or two, make sly eye contact with him, get him to come over."

Sure enough, about 8:30 as we were into our second vodka, a well-dressed young man walked over and said to me, "You haven't been dancing but look like you might want to," and turned to Dan and asked, "Is it all right if I ask your wife to dance?" Dan said sure. He asked me to dance and we strolled onto the dance floor. We danced a slow dance very properly, carrying on small introductory talk. We danced a second. This time he held me a little closer but still our bodies were barely touching; he pulled my head on his shoulder. We started a third in a row when a young man from my dance partner's table came up and asked if he could cut in. My partner said sure and the new guy pulled me very tight into him and wrapped his right arm more around my ass than my back. He was not unaware that pulling me tight made my 38C torpedoes burrow into his chest. We had our heads on each other's shoulder. 

He whispered in my ear, "I watched you dancing with my buddy and said to myself, 'that is the best looking girl I have seen in ages; I have to dance with her and hold her tight.' I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I answered.

"Is your husband bothered by you dancing with other men," he asked.

I replied, "No. He doesn't dance but likes me to have a good time anyway. You and your friends could dance the whole night and he wouldn't care."

"Wow! That sounds dreamy," he commented. His hand went lower to just an inch above the hem but under my skirt. His hand began a rotating movement on my upper thigh. I whispered a Mmmmmmm in his ear as his hand massaged my leg. He whispered again in my ear, "You're not the easiest girl to hold tight."

"Why is that?" I inquired.

"Well, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you also have the best hooters that I've seen in a long time. They're so full and firm that I can't press my body against yours like I'd like to."

"Hhmmmmm," I purred in his ear.

He went on, "Though maybe holding tight not's the best thing with you. If I back away I can get an excellent view of your wondrous boobs. See? I not only get a look at your tits, from this position I get a close-up look at your nipples trying to poke through your shirt." He pulled our extended dancing arms into our bodies. Mine rested on his powerful upper chest. His dropped down and slid under the unbuttoned shirt, found and squeezed a tit, then found and tweaked its nipple. He then pushed the shirt slightly off to the side and exposed my tit. We were still relatively close so that my tit wasn't in full view, but anyone with a side view could easily make out my lily-white tit and prominent dark nipple and areola. My nameless partner had direct access to a bare tit and exploited that with his marauding hand. He briefly removed his hand from my leg, brought it around to my front, freed my other tit, and returned his hand to the back of my leg, this time two inches up and under my skirt. I now had two tits bared but bordered by my retracted shirt. While not visible to everyone, they could be seen by a goodly number as we continued to dance and he rotated my body around in circles. It was quite a sight: two tits pretty much open to the public with my nipples in their fully extended excited state (and getting more excited as my bare nipples rubbed against his shirt), one being mauled by my dance partner's hand, and his other hand massaging my back side just a few cunt hairs away from my ass. On one rotation I spied Dan looking at us, a big smile on his face and giving me the thumbs up sign.

"Ya know, there's too many people watching. Let's sit this one out," my partner said. He covered my tits, and led me by the hand to his table -- actually a large U-shaped booth where three friends were sitting.... and, it looked like, drooling a bit. He had one friend get up so I could sit in the middle against the wall and he could sit next to me. My first dance partner was sitting at my other side. In less than a minute a fresh vodka was in front of me and I gulped half of it down. "Isn't she a good dancer?" #2 asked the others. They all agreed vociferously. #2 continued, "Doesn't she have beautiful tits? Did you guys get a peek?" Two whistled yes, but #1 said no, he didn't. #2, with his right arm around my shoulders, took his left hand and again freed my tits. 

"See them now?" he asked #1.

"Sure do."

"Aren't they beautiful?"

"The best I've ever seen."

"They feel great, too. Reach over and feel them. Feel how firm her tits are and how the nipples stick out."

#1 started massaging my tits. It was more private in the back of the booth but still not totally protected from prying eyes getting a view of both tits. #2 returned to my left tit and #1 concentrated on my right tit. I was starting to moan and breathe heavy. #2 dropped his hand from my tit and invited the guy sitting next to him to cop a feel. As unobtrusive as possible, reaching across #2 to get to me, #3 now played with one of my tits, while #4 reached across #1, and I had hands from two men playing with my tits. I was starting to get hot. Then #2 dropped his right arm all the way down to my ass and his left hand to the front of my skirt. He tried raising my ass with one hand and pulling my skirt up with the other. It was a struggle so, thinking it was within Dan's rules, I gave him some help by raising myself up. They probably already thought I was easy meat (I hoped!) so a little help with them lifting my skirt wouldn't make much difference. In the two seconds my ass was raised an inch above the seat, #2 had my skirt up to my waist and had dropped his hand on my pussy. "Oh! Such a naughty girl," he exclaimed to me. Then he announced to the others, "This naughty little filly has no panties. And by the wetness of her pussy she is getting hot. And I'd bet she wouldn't mind if more than just me checked her out. Everyone reach done and check out this pussy. Let's see if we can really get her hot."

I spent the next few minutes with one to four different men finger fucking me and one to four hands massaging both tits. I wondered what the rest of the club might be thinking with all of these men scrambling over one another evidentially looking for something on the booth bench where I was sitting. And #2 was right. I was starting to breathe heavy and getting hotter than a pistol. Then #2 whispered to me, "How about we all go somewhere?" 

I answered, "I can't. I'd like to have all your cocks in my pussy, but my husband has set limits and I can't exceed those limits. I'll tell you what, though: there is something I can do for you right here in the booth -- I'm a good cock jerker and can jack you all off." #2's and #1's cocks were out in a jiffy. With the skill that Dan had taught me I grabbed a cock in each hand and started jacking both off. Once in a while I would reach down and gently squeeze their balls. I jacked slowly trying to make it last, even pausing momentarily to squeeze the base of their shafts. It was a little more than five minutes when both came within 10 seconds of each other, and, as they struggled to muffle their sounds, shot cum so hard it hit the underside of the table and fell on their pants. After they calmed down I purred, "You two have peter tracks on your pants and need to clean them up." 

I looked at the others and added, "While they're gone you two take their places and I'll make you cum, too." There was much shuffling and soon I was administering a hand job to two more cocks. They too blasted under the table and on their pants. With an abrupt change of pace I announced, "I hope this was as good for you all as it was for me. I hope you liked my tits and pussy as much as I liked all of you men and your beautiful cocks. But I have to go now." I continued, "The others aren't back yet so you have to wait to clean up. Maybe I can help before I go." I stealthily and slowly put my head under the table and took one cock in my mouth. It was semi-soft but I was able to suck my juices and some of his cum off of it. When I pulled my mouth off I noticed a glob of cum on his pants. I scooped that up with my finger, raised up from under the table, showed him his cum on my finger, looked him in the eye and cooed, "I couldn't get it all, but got a bunch." As he watched intently I licked his cum off my finger, swirled it a little, and swallowed it. I went back under the table, cleaned the other cock, luckily found some of his cum and repeated my performance. His response was, "Jesus Christ!" as he watched me eat his cum. I said, "That was good; maybe we can do it again sometime. But I have to go now. Say good-bye to the others for me, will you?" 

I walked back to Dan. "Did you get to watch? Was I good enough for you? Did I do it right? Did I do what you wanted me to?" 

Dan answered as he kissed me on the cheek, "You did fantastic. Beyond my wildest dreams. You are so beautiful.... so hot.... and all mine. Next time we'll do the real thing, but I'll tell you about that later. Right now I have to get you home and fuck you silly." We paid the bill, left, and broke all speed limits going home. We walked in the door and barely closed it when Dan tore the remaining buttons and ripped my shirt off. He worked on my belt as I undid his. Soon my skirt and his pants were off. I was totally naked and he naked below the waist. He threw me on the family room carpet and lunged at me, not to fuck but with the eyes of a mad man to thoroughly rape and ravage me. I could hardly wait. 

He forcibly raised my legs to my head and rammed his cock in my pussy. His rhythm was slow but he pounded me so hard that my body scooted a couple of inches across the carpet with each thrust, giving my ass carpet burns. I eventually was against the wall. Every time his cock rammed me my head was slammed against the wall and my body compressed like an accordion. With my burning ass, contorted body and thumping head the pain of this fuck was heavenly. We started talking dirty to each other. "You'd do anything for cock, huh?" 

"Can't you give me more of your filthy prick?" 

"I can get you more of my and other men's pricks.... You'd love that, huh?.... you're just a dirty rotten prick lovin' slut bitch, aren't you?... you'd fuck any prick you could." 

"How many pricks could you get for me? Do you want to watch every time, or can I have some pricks all to myself?

"That almost makes you a slut whore."

"If I'm a whore, you're a motherfucker. I'm not a whore -- unless you want me to be -- but if loving the pricks you get for me makes me a slut, then I'm your slut. Do you want me to be your slut?.... Do you want me to be a dirty, nasty, filthy cumbag slut?" 

"I'd love you to be my slut. Love to watch a hundred pricks plowing your dirty cunt... watch up close you getting fucked by the biggest prick in town.... watch it stretch your cunt lips... plow deep into your gut... and watch you grimace with the pain." 

Despite us both being on fire with passion, Dan was able to control himself and fucked me for more than ten minutes before he plastered my cunt walls with a ton of cock milkshake. I came four times in the meantime. I can't remember feeling as hot as I was that evening. I already had an inkling from the other Sunday with Dan's friends, but now I was sure: I'm going to love fucking every man whenever and wherever Dan wants me to. I get hot just dreaming about it. 

The men didn't get together the Sunday after our Saturday fling at the club. But Dan told me that everyone would be here the following Sunday, and that Robert was going to bring his wife, Denise, so there will me one more guest than normal. That was fine with me -- Denise and I got along great -- and I went about my business. Until Friday, while reading the paper, I discovered that the NFL games were locally blacked out this coming Sunday. How are we going to have a football party with no football game, I wondered. When I mentioned this to Dan, he said we were just going to have a social non-football party.

Dan said, "But I still want you to wear your jersey and hot pants. Denise is going to be dressed sexy and this will help keep the party going." Then he added, "If things go right it could be a great wild time with you two sexpots dressed slutty and us guys four sheets to the wind."

"Are you planning on anything specific?" I asked suspiciously.

He answered, "No, but one never knows how these things turn out... What were you thinking about?"

I replied, "Nothing in particular. I just know how your dirty mind works...., and, you know, maybe you had something in mind for me....., ya know....., after last Saturday....."

"You mean like you getting it on with my friends? Hadn't occurred to me," Dan lied. "But I like that image... your naked ass and open pussy getting fucked by my best friends right in front of me, with my help."

I went on, "Well, I like flirting with the guys but anything more serious -- with your friends, that is -- might be a problem."

"Oh! I doubt that," Dan disagreed. "I happen to know that my buddies can turn you on and deep down you have a thing for them."

"How do you know that?!?"

"Let's just say I have a little secret.... A little secret information.... A little insight into your desire for cock," he added with a little knowing laugh.

"What do you know?" I asked coyly but dubiously.

"Come with me," he commanded. We walked back to the den and he turned on his computer. He started a program, made a few clicks, and there, in bald-faced starkness, was a video clip of me with my open mouth near Jake's cock, cum splatters all over my face, and me sitting up and asking to see and feel William's cock as it was poised at my pussy lips.

I shouted, "That's sneaky! That's not fair! How did you do that?!?"

Dan hugged me a gave me a heavy kiss. "Yeah, it's probably sneaky.... but sure was fun. I set it up. Knowing how hot Robert -- and everybody else -- is to get into your pants, I challenged him to try on that Sunday I went to a fire. I told him that if he could get you to drop your drawers for the guys without being coercive, I would pay him $50 -- kind of a bet, I guess. But he had to have proof, which is where the video came in."

"You're a dirty rotten motherfucker," I yelled, but with an appreciative smile.

Dan retorted, "Yeah, but you're a sex-crazed cock hound.... and I like that in a wife. Now that this is out in the open, let's just look forward to the real party Sunday. We're going to have a fuckfest. Robert, Jake, Glen and William are all on board and you're going to fuck all of them while I watch your lily-white bare ass humping up and down on cocks. Glen's girlfriend, Danielle is on board but can't make it until late. Denise is on board and maybe you'll get to watch me fuck her... I might even have you help me put it in. There is some chance that we'll have you and Denise put on a show for us eating each other's pussies. None of this will be a surprise to the guys or a bother to Denise for that matter according to Robert." 

I quickly got over Dan's sneakiness and got a little tingly thinking about Sunday. "I'll do whatever you want," I purred in his ear, "suck, fuck, eat pussy, whatever."

About 5pm our visitors began showing up. I had prepared some small sandwiches to go along with a shrimp plate and munchies. We also had both beer and wine chilled and a starter set of straight vodka on the rocks. The men were dressed neatly. I had my alluring jersey and hot pants on and Denise wore a seductive Dallas cheerleader outfit with pants smaller than mine and a bra-like top that barely covered her voluptuous tits.

We downed the vodkas then sipped wine or beer and snacked for about an hour, carrying on standard small talk mostly about football. I passed out the sandwiches. It was Denise that snickered, "Are you guys getting a good view of Janice's charms when she bends over to serve you?" 

"I wish... but it's hard to see anything looking down a jersey," a couple of guys replied. 

"Maybe if she bends way over you can get a peek up her hot pants," Denise went on. That didn't work either -- too tight --so everyone went back to chowing down.

After the sandwiches and more drinking, Jake suggested, "I can't decide which of these two fillies is more beautiful. Whadaya say we have them model for us and take a vote in a little beauty contest?" All the men agreed. Denise and I stood in the middle of the room, took a number of modeling poses and made some cheerleading moves while the guys hooted and hollered. Dan passed out slips of paper that each guy marked their vote on. To my chagrin, Denise won, 3 to 2. 

Glen commented, "I wish my Danielle were here. I bet she would have done you all in. She couldn't make it though... she might stop by later... she loves these kind of parties." He went on, "What's the prize?" 

Jake answered -- I think making it up at the time, "The loser has to kiss the winner open-mouthed for two full minutes." I looked at Dan, a little perplexed. He nodded that I should do it. I think Denise had no doubts or reservations. I walked up to her and kissed her full on the lips. She embraced me and forced open our mouths. Our tongues explored each other's mouth, and then darted in and out in a joint tongue fucking of the mouth. It turns out that a two-minute kiss is longer than one thinks. Our lips rotated around each other and we both embraced each other very tight. Our breasts squeezed together and our pelvis' ground together. I had not done this before but was starting to melt like warm putty.




Friends with Janice Ch. 02



"This is great. Make it three minutes, girls," Jake intoned. 

Our kiss continued and got more insistent. I finally broke the kiss and was breathing heavily. "Wow! That was my first lesbo kiss, and it was super," I gasped. 

"Wow! I agree," exclaimed Jake. He continued, kinda as self-appointed master of ceremonies, "This is making us hot... watching girls making out is hot, so let's step it up a notch. Robert, take Janice's jersey off, and Dan, remove Denise's top. This will be husband undressing wife -- except the wrong wife! Then you girls give us another tongue fucking kiss for a minute... and make it wet.... then break the kiss and rub your nipples against each other for another minute.... kinda like nipples playing king of the hill against the other's nipples..., then another kiss, then another minute of battling nipples. Keep that up until we tell you to stop."

Robert pulled my jersey over my head, sneaking a little tit squeeze in the process. Dan removed Denise's top; he wasn't able to cop a feel but sure looked at her globes with deep admiration. Denise and I were standing bare-titted facing each other. Her tits did look fantastic. I wondered, and hoped, that she liked my tits as well. This time Denise came up to me and put a sloppy full-mouthed kiss on my lips. We held each other tight with our tits pushing each other and our pelvis' again gyrating. Her tongue reached the depths of my throat and massaged the entire insides of my mouth. I was a little surprised but had to admit I was getting hot. Little did I realize it was to get hotter. Denise broke the kiss, backed up an inch and grabbed hold of my tits. She used her hold on my tits to move them back and forth and rub my nipples against hers. I didn't want to lose the battle by default so I clamped on her massive tits and returned the action. Every now and then I would momentarily release one tit and thump her nipple. Once I pinched and twisted her nipple hard. That proved to be a mistake as my ¾-inch nipples were much more accessible to Denise. She grabbed one and pinched and pulled the hell out of it. I screeched as a pain shot through me, though it went straight to my clitoris. The men cheered loudly and our nipple rubbing contest turned into a who could hurt the other more by squeezing their nipples with as much force as our hands could, and pulling their nipples as far from the body as possible. We took turns mauling the other's nipples, each trying to make the next more painful than the previous tug. The men were delirious and paid no attention to the minute timing -- letting this tractor-level tit-pulling contest go on for two minutes.

Jake interrupted the action by announcing that that was enough. "Now each of you kiss the other's nipples and make them better; then kiss and make up." I bent over and massaged Denise's nipples with my lips and tongue. She moaned and breathed heavily which made me proud that I was doing a good job. Then she took my nipples in her mouth. 

Glen chuckled, "I bet she can deep throat those gigantic things sticking out of Janice's tits." Actually she almost did, sticking two inches of my tit in her mouth put my nipple almost at the back of it. She could tease my nipple with the back of her tongue.... and she did, for the longest time. Finally we gave each other a lover's kiss. I was getting to like this lesbo-like action.

"Very good, girls," Jake complimented. "We all need a break after that so everyone grab a drink and relax." 

I asked, "Can I put my jersey on?" 

Robert jumped in, "No, you won't be needing your jersey.... It'll only get in the way." I grabbed my drink and sat on Dan's lap. Denise sat on her Robert's lap and we all sat around mellowing. 

After about 15 minutes Jake suggested we have a little exhibition for everyone's entertainment. "Denise, you come and take Dan's pants off.... Completely off. Then Dan you slide Denise's pants down her legs and pitch them aside." My husband removed his shoes and socks and Denise unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled his pants off. She then removed his under shorts, giving a little "wow" as his already fully hard cock sprung free. They both stood in the center of the room, she bare-ass naked and he naked from the waist down. Jake continued, "For our enjoyment -- and possibly education -- these two are going to demonstrate the proper way to fuck.... if neither Janice nor Robert object."

"No objection here," I said. 

"Right on. Fuck her good, good buddy," said Robert.

"Denise, on your hands and knees on the carpet right there in the middle of the room," Jake ordered. 

Then Dan interrupted, "Hold on a minute. We need to get them prepared." Dan directed us to sit on the sofa but slouch down so we were near horizontal. He told us we were to slowly finger fuck each other with two fingers and had Denise turn on her side facing me so that we both would have easy access to the other's pussy. Denise put two fingers in my pussy and I put two in hers, and we started to massage them. I closed my eyes and soon got lost in my reverie, absorbed in the sensation of her two fingers rubbing the inner walls of my pussy and riveted on how her pussy felt encasing my moving fingers. After just a few seconds Denise's lips touched mine, forced my mouth open, rotated our lips and pressed her tongue in my open mouth. We did not break our kiss and were sharing enormous ecstasy -- lips massaging lips, mouth fucking with tongues and finger fucking each other's pussy while our bodies rippled against each other. 

"Wow! That is hot. I hope Robert's getting video of this," Glen exclaimed. 

We must have kept this up for three minutes when Dan repeated, "Now you can get on your hands and knees on the floor, Denise. Janice honey, you need to help your horny husband fuck your good friend. Spread some of her sweet cunt juice on my cock. Then grab it and aim it at her pussy, and guide it all the way in to get me started." I did as I was told, giving his cock a short kiss -- a peck on the pecker so to speak -- and loving squeezes as I directed it into Denise's snatch. Then Dan started a slow full-stroke fuck pulling on her waist for support. After about a minute he took one hand away from her ass and waist, grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled her head back hard so that it was difficult to breathe, but she damn well knew she was being fucked.

Dan got into a steady rhythm pumping Denise's pussy with slow full strokes. Robert offered some help, "Pound her hard on the down stroke. That will let us hear her grunt and also make her tits flip-flop." He added, "It's really a sight to see my wife's king-sized tits flapping like water balloons in a windstorm as a cock is pounding her pussy. Any of you guys who want a closer look, get up next to 'em. And when they're flung toward her face, give 'em a slap back.... she likes her tits whacked while she is being fucked, don't you, sweet cunt?" Dan kept up a slow but forceful pace while William, taking Robert's offer, was bitch slapping her tits every stroke -- making her moan with each hit. 

"Uuh... Umm... Uuh...Umm... Uuh...Umm," went Denise in time with Dan's cock strokes hitting bottom and William's tit slaps. 

Jake went on, "Now, Denise, as Dan is holding your head back by your hair, you take a finger and rub your clit while you're taking Dan's cock."

This was an entertaining sight: My husband stretching Denise's head far back by pulling her hair, his cock making full-length hard fuck strokes in her cunt, Denise working on her own satisfaction by masturbating her clitoris, William, with now no interference from her arms, using her tits as a punching bag, and Denise making all kinds of grunts, moans, Aaaahs, and squeals. Robert was getting his ravaged wife all on video. He got especially good shots of his glassy-eyed wife grimacing in pain while moaning and aaaaaahhing in sheer bliss. Dan showed great control and kept up his slow but steady pace for over five minutes when Denise let out a long guttural Aaaaaaaahhh and bucked her body as a wave of orgasm racked it. Dan didn't let up for a second, deeply fucking her pussy right through her orgasm and immediately starting her on her second. Nine minutes into this demonstration fuck Jake told Dan to pick up the pace and go for his release using his cock as a jack hammer. He now fucked her long, deep, fast, and hard. This got a cacophony of sounds from Denise: "Uuh... Uuh... Uuh... Aaah... Ooh... Hmmm... Shit... Fuck... Fuck... Uuh...Uuh... Jesus...Fuck... Oooww... Fuck it..." Another two minutes and Dan announced that he was going to fill her cunt with cum. He bellowed as he came and Denise simultaneously went "AAAAaaaahhhhh...Oooohh, s_h_i_t, s_h_i_t , shit" and exploded with her second cumming. 

"That was super," Jake exclaimed. "That's how it is done, people. Wow! Robert, if you got that all on video, it could be worth a fortune."

Dan and Denise staggered back to their chairs, getting welcoming kisses from me and Robert, and downing a slug of booze. Jake announced, "Now we'll see how you all learned.... at least two of you. Janice, get Robert down to his bare cock and balls, and Robert, get those hot pants off of Janice's ass. Dan, you run the recorder. We'll want a good record of your slutty hot-to-trot wife." 

Soon Robert and I were in position center stage. I bathed Robert's cock in my saliva, Robert had lubed it up with my cunt juice, and then Robert's cock snuck into my pussy, his nine inches going deep in my 5-foot frame. Robert fucked me long and hard and added dirty talk to his suite of skills: "You are one great fuck.... your cunt is so tight and soft.... Do you exercise your cunt to make it so good?... I'm going to fuck your cunt right under your husband's nose.... do you like getting fucked in front of your husband?... do you like getting fucked as everybody watches?... I bet so long as you got a cock up your cunt you'd fuck in the middle of main street... you'd do anything to get fucked.... doesn't that make you a slut...? a filthy slut...? Are you a slut...? Are you Dan's slut wife....?" I answered everything with an affirmative Mmmmmmhuh. After about six minutes Robert shot his wad in my pussy. The extraordinary thing to the others about this fuck is that I came three times -- once every two minutes. Robert demonstrated how a good slut cleans off a dick with her mouth after being fucked by it. Dan got a great video shot of me looking adoringly into Robert's eye's as I slurped on his cock. I might get to be a movie star yet, I thought.

Jake kept me on stage and told Glen to fuck my brains out. He pounded my snatch for five minutes and filled my pussy with cum load #2. Impressively -- especially to Denise, I had two more orgasms. Then Jake told Denise to get her ass back on stage and told William to, "see if you can fit that monster cock of yours in her pussy and pound the hell out of it." All the guys and I had seen William's near 11-inch cock before but still marveled at it. Denise, with her wide eyes, gaping mouth, and mumblings of 'Jesus Christ,' evidently had not seen it before. "See how much of this you can fit in your mouth to get it lathered up," William growled. Denise opened wide and got about a quarter of his cock in; she slicked it up as best she could. Fortunately her view of his cock made her pussy juices gush. He was able to scoop a lot of her juice to lube his cock with, and proceeded to aim it at her love hole. 

Jake interrupted, "Robert, be sure to get her screams on video." We all snickered but Denise stayed frozen from a combination of anticipation and stark fear.

William began forcing his 2-3/4 inches-wide manhood past Denise's pussy lips. He would push it in a half-inch, back out, and push it in another half-inch. As the head made it in Denise started babbling, "Jesus, this will break me in two.... don't hurt me.... take it slow.... shit.... Mary, mother of God.... fuck...." 

All of us, including Robert, cheered the other way, "Ram it in, William.... fuck her pussy.... don't listen to her -- jam it in hard.... make her feel it.... make her scream.... make it come out her mouth from the inside...." 

William followed our advice and speared her with his cock full force. Denise actually did scream and blubber and pounded her fists on the floor. William, taking charge, much to our delight, yanked her head back by her hair and sneered, "Tell me you want me to fuck you.... beg me to fuck your cunt." 

"Oh! Jesus!" came her reply. 

William pulled her hair so hard we thought it might pull out of her scalp. "Beg," he ordered. 

Now her reply was, "Please, William, please fuck me. Please fuck my cunt." 

William went on with a smirk, "Now beg your husband to ask me to fuck your dirty cunt." 

Denise looked at Robert as he was recording the whole scene, "Robert, please Robert, I beg you... get William to fuck my dirty cunt." Robert asked and William fucked her unmercifully with lots of control for ten full minutes. Denise spent most of the ten minutes blubbering, babbling, moaning, screeching, and even screaming. Then the last two minutes she was Aaaaaaahing, pleading to God, and started mumbling, "I've never felt anything like this.... Oh! God...! Fuck me.... Shit..... Fuck me hard...." At the ten-minute mark they both detonated. It sounded like two wolves baying at the moon. There was so much cum and cunt juices dripping out that it was forming a puddle on the floor. 

Jake announced, "Everyone has fucked at least once. Break time." We all returned to our seats, congratulated both William and Denise on a great show, and grabbed more drink and munchies.

After about 15 minutes Jake returned from the kitchen and said, "Ya know men, we still have some recuperation to do, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun. And we have two of the best cock-loving sluts to entertain us. Girls, lie down close together in the center of the room where we can all see while we do man talk." He gave me a zucchini squash and Denise an empty beer bottle and told us to lazily fuck ourselves for their enjoyment as they passed the time. I had to lubricate the fatter squash before I could press it into my pussy; Denise had no problem with the narrow necked bottle (though I wondered how she would do with the fat end after her reaming from William.) We both pointed our pussies toward the men so they would have a good view of our charms and slowly pumped them with our custom dildos. We would occasionally look over to see how the other was doing. I was getting six inches of squash in and Denise was getting more than half of the bottle -- to where the bottle was at its maximum size. 

I thought that was impressive and leaned over, gave her a heavy kiss, and complimented her, "Good bottle fuck!"

After 15 minutes of fucking ourselves the doorbell rang. "I'll bet that's Danielle," her steady Glen said. 

"Janice, answer the door..... totally naked," commanded my Dan. 

"But what if it is a deliveryman or something?" I protested. 

"Not much of a chance on Sunday, but if it is, invite him in so I can watch him fuck you," Dan retorted. 

I opened the door and saw a striking blonde with baby blue eyes, though her eyes were glued to the headlights of my tits, not looking at mine. "You must be Danielle. Come on in." We walked into the family room together. 

Glen spoke up, "Hi, hon. You're late and way behind, but I'm so happy you could make it. Make yourself at home. Relax. Take your clothes off." She laughed at what she thought was a joke. Glen went on, "No. Really. I'll get you a strong vodka starter and when I return with it you should not have a stitch of clothes on. Girls, give her a helping hand." Danielle unbuttoned her shirt as I undid her skirt and Denise removed her panties. When her drink arrived she still had a bra to take off but that went quickly. "For being late you have to chug the whole glass of vodka," Glen continued. She downed the four ounces of vodka in four swallows, ending in a coughing fit. 

Jake then resumed his duties, "We need to warm you up before you can play. Janice, Denise, you warm her up. Janice you give her a big heavy kiss. Denise, you get behind her, press your body into her backside, and twiddle with both tits. After she acts like she might be warming, then either one or both of you put fingers on her clit to get her hotter, and in her pussy to measure her juices and see how hot she really is."

That turned out to be a hot sight. Three naked females standing in a tight bunch and writhing their bodies against one another. My kiss was a top-notch tongue fuck and did as much to get Danielle moaning as anything. Eventually I slipped a finger in Danielle's pussy and it came out shiny and juicy. "She's ready," I said. 

Dan took over. "She still has to catch up. You girls came a number of times and poor Danielle none. Denise, you hold her steady by latching on to and pinching and squeezing her tits, and keeping her mouth busy with kisses. Janice, you get down on your knees. I want to see if you can suck clit and cunt as well as you suck cock. Eat her pussy for at least 15 minutes so we all can enjoy the show. See if you can get her to cum -- maybe more than once." Danielle looked over at Glen and got an enthusiastic go-ahead. It turns out any ministrations on her body gets Danielle's full attention. She moaned and meowed continuously, and ground her pussy into my mouth. What excited me was that while most engorged clits, including mine, are 1/8-inch, ¼-inch at best, Danielle's was at least a half-inch. I could suck it just like a cock. I kept it encased by my lips by pulling on her ass cheeks with both hands. It drove Danielle up a wall! 

My pussy eating was gung ho, and Danielle would utter, "Oh, God! Yes!" and moan loudly. Denise was also doing a great job on her upper half. She pinched nipples and kneaded tits with both hands. Occasionally she would twist her head and give her a big open-mouthed kiss. Sometimes she would kiss without their lips touching and just lick her lips and tongue fuck her from a distance. After a few minutes Dan told me, "Use your mouth and tongue on her clit and finger fuck her cunt with three fingers." I did as he said. Then he grabbed my other hand, removed it from her ass cheek and ran one of my fingers up and down the crack of her ass, ending on her rosebud of an asshole. "Work one or two of your fingers in that. Then we'll have all of the bitch's body parts that are worth anything getting worked over at the same time." He sneered at Danielle, "I'm right aren't I, bitch? The only stuff you got that's worth anything are your tits, cunt, and ass -- maybe your mouth if it's stuffed with a cock." All Danielle could muster was, "Mmmmmm," through Denise's tongue and closed mouth. 

Not long after I began finger fucking her asshole her body racked and shuddered with a super orgasm. "You're a good muff diver," Dan said to me, "Be sure to get all of her cum juice in your mouth and stomach." And to Danielle he said, "She's quite the cunt licker, isn't she?" Danielle responded with another Mmmmmm. Dan said to me and Denise, "You girls have another five minutes or so to go. See if you can get a double header out of the bitch." It took another four minutes for Danielle to shriek, her body to shake from head to toe, and for her second orgasm to pour more cum juice into my mouth. Being a fast learner I swallowed almost all of it and thought, this tastes pretty good... this lesbo stuff ain't half-bad. We still had a minute to go so we administered slower action on her tits, mouth, pussy, clit, and ass as Danielle came down from the heavens.

"She's ready for fucking," Jake announced. "Glen who would you like to fuck your girlfriend first?" 

Glen answered, "Dan. I'd like Dan to fuck her first. Maybe he would then let me fuck Janice a lot more... or loan her to me to eat my girl's pussy." At Jake's direction, Danielle got on her hands and knees. Dan wiped his dick across her lips, smeared cunt juice on its head, shoved his cock into her up to the hilt and fucked her in earnest. 




Friends with Janice Ch. 02



He talked to her, "You know I'm fucking you because Glen wants me to.... do you like my cock in your cunt?....Glen likes my cock in your cunt.... Ya know, you have to let everybody here fuck you -- Glen says.... You'd like all these cocks buried in your pussy, wouldn't you?" Danielle's "Uuh.. Uuh.. Uuh.. Uuh..." might have been yes answers, or just grunts as Dan knocked the wind out of her on the down strokes. In about six minutes Dan announced, "Here's your cum milkshake," and with a growl blasted his jism in Danielle's pussy. She did not cum this time. 

Glen came over to her, kissed her and said, "Way to fuck, sweetie. Way to take that cock." 

Jake continued, "She's still behind and needs to take another cock to get even. Robert ought to have a go. But I have an idea. Because she was late to the party how 'bout we use her to initiate today's ass fucking." Danielle along with Denise and me gave second takes to Jake and startled looks at the other guys. But we got no response. Jake continued, "Glen, would you like to see a cock buried in her ass?" 

"That'd be great," Glen replied. 

Jake: "How about you other guys?" 

"Are you kidding? That's a super idea," Dan, Robert and William replied in unison. 

Jake: "How about you gals? Wanna see one of your sisters take it in her ass.... See how it works?" Denise stuck her neck out and said it would be O.K. "How about you little filly," Jake asked Danielle, "Ready to show everybody how you can take a cock stretching your asshole and pounding deep in your ass?" Danielle, still on her hands and knees, just stayed quiet. Jake went on, "That's a yes. Put your head on the floor and raise your ass, then reach around and spread your ass cheeks to give Robert access. Robert, good buddy, we're all salivating waiting to see your cock buried in Danielle's ass." 

Robert stepped behind Danielle and spread some of Danielle's pussy juice around her asshole and the head of his dick. He then had Danielle spit as much as she can into his hand and added that lubricant. He placed his cock at her rosebud and pushed hard until it was just a half-inch in. 

Danielle let out a loud, "Ooooooowwww! Go easy!" Robert pulled out then pushed in hard again, now going in a full inch. Danielle: "OOOOOWWWW! SHIT!" 

Robert sneered at her, "I'll go slow, but I have to be hard... else it's not proper cornholing." He then pulled back out, then back in 1-1/2 inches which got his cock rim passed her sphincter. With Danielle still yelling and cursing he pulled out once more, then forced his cock in two inches, then kept pushing with all of his might until his pubic hair rubbed her asshole. He held it there as a panting Danielle tried to catch her breath. Then he pumped his cock full length and slowly in and out of her ass. 

Danielle's Ooooowwws turned to grunts and then to moans. She looked (as best she could from her position) at Glen and asked, "Is this what you want, babe? You want to watch a cock reaming my ass? Is this what you like?" 

"You look fantastic," Glen replied. Robert continued to fuck her ass and gradually picked up the pace. He fucked her for six minutes. Her moans combined with Aaaaaaahhhhs, and Oh, Gods, and a few quiet 'fuck's..... 'fuck it's. Just before Robert filled her ass with his cum, Danielle had a massive anal orgasm. As Robert pulled out everyone, including me and Denise, applauded. 

Glen said to her, "Way to ass fuck, sweetie. Way to take that cock up your ass."

Everyone sighed, gathered up their drinks and relaxed. After a few minutes Dan told me, "Janice, I won't be happy until I see you fucking every man here; you have two more cocks to go." 

Robert said the same thing to Denise, "You have to let me watch you take Jake's and Glen's cocks. I want one of them in your ass." He said to the guys, "You two flip a coin to see who gets her ass and who gets her cunt." Glen won the toss and picked her ass. Jake suggested they fuck her ass and cunt at the same time. Robert thought this was a stupendous idea and set it up. He had Jake lie on his back and his wife straddle him sitting up, fit his cock in her pussy, stroke it a couple of times, then lean over face-to-face which kept Jake's cock in her pussy and exposed her asshole. Jake pumped her pussy a few times then stopped while Glen lubed up his cock and her asshole, planted his feet on the floor for leverage, then roughly stretched her asshole and rammed his cock in to the hilt in one forceful push. Denise let out a shrill scream and pounded her fists on the floor. Robert got in her face and said, "That was very good. Your screaming from the two cocks make me hot." Jake and Glen fell into a rhythm. Sometimes they would alternate penetration; sometimes two cocks filled her cunt and ass at the same time which made Denise think her insides might burst. 

After the initial scream, Denise got into the groove Oooooing and Aaaaahhing and talking dirty -- "fuck, this feels good"... fuck me guys".... "jam those cocks in my cunt and asshole".... "faster".... "harder"...., and to Robert, "Do you like this, motherfucker? Do you like watching cocks fucking my cunt and my ass?" She got into it so well she came just two minutes into the dp. She came a second time when the guys came within 30 seconds of each other and filled both cunt and rectum with jism. As they dismantled Denise cooed, "If getting your ass fucked is a penalty, I hope I get penalized a lot..." 

"I can't wait anymore," Dan yelled at me, "I have to see two more cocks racking your bare ass. You have Jake and William to fuck.... though Jake might need to recover first. William is first. Where do you want his cock, in your sweet pussy or your sour ass?" William in my ass was an intriguing prospect, but I probably wouldn't survive. 

"I'd like his cock-and-a-half in my pussy." I lay on my back, beckoned William, and whispered in his ear, "Be sure to hurt me, just not a lot." He chuckled moved into position, raised and spread my legs, put his cockhead on my pussy lips. 

"Ready? he asked. 

"Uh huh. Give it to me," I replied. He then rammed the entire telephone pole in to its full 10-11 inches. I thought I'd die. I swear I felt his cock hitting my lungs. Like that Sunday, William's cock had me on cloud nine and in a daze. I had my first orgasm after just seven or eight strokes (though one William stroke was equal to five regular strokes.) "Is this what you like, babe?" I cooed at my husband, "Do you like seeing your wife getting fucked by men with big cocks? Do you like that more than anything?" 

"I love it. Not as much as me fucking you, but a close second," he replied. 

I started talking dirty: "Fuck me William... ram that monster in my cunt.... give it all to me.... make it hurt... hurt me with your cock.... Oh, Jesus!" William fucked me much rougher than the first time and I loved it. He also kept his control. I came four or five more times in the next ten minutes before he filled my entire vagina with his cum. He pulled out and brought his cock to my face and ordered me to clean it. With its purplish head it looked like a massive eggplant that he was expecting me to eat whole. I opened as wide as possible and he shoved his massive cockhead in and filled my mouth. I licked and sucked as best I could, just praying that he doesn't force it down my throat. He pulled his cock out. I looked him in the eye and meowed, "Thank you for that, William. Thank you for fucking my cunt with your wonderful cock. Ya know you could charge girls money for giving them your cock. I might pay for it. Or, if I beg will you fuck me when I want?" I turned to Dan, "Is this slutty enough? Was I dirty enough for you?"

"You done great, as always," Dan intoned. "Now I want to see a cock up your ass. Go see if Jake is ready. If he's not, suck on him to help." I went to Jake and took his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I had to suck on it for 2 or 3 minutes before it got stiff. 

I got on my hands and knees with my face on the floor and told Jake, "Ream me in the ass.... ream me good." Jake positioned himself behind me. 

Dan said, "Let me help," and he spread my ass cheeks apart as far as he could and continued, "There's your target asshole." 

Jake asked, "Don't you think we ought to loosen it up with fingers before?" 

Dan replied, "No need. It'll hurt bad but only for a little while -- and that'll be good for her." With no more extra lube Jake rammed his cock home through my asshole and into my rectum. I screeched loudly from the tremendous pain. It continued to hurt badly for 5 or 6 long hard strokes. Then the pain started to ease and soon was replaced with pure pleasure. Jake pumped fast and deep and made my asshole nerves and the back wall of my cunt tingle. He had not recovered 100% so took almost 15 minutes to cum, though he managed to stay hard and give me two anal orgasms. 

I checked with Dan again, "Do you like other men taking me in the ass? Reaming my asshole with their giant cocks?" 

"You look superb getting fucked in your ass. You take it up the ass better than anyone I know...," he growled.

Everybody chilled with more drink and snacks and leisurely got dressed. "This was one of the best non-football game parties you've ever had," Robert said to Dan. 

Dan replied, "Yeah, this worked out great. Others probably won't be at the same level as this one, but when at my house there will be minor changes. Janice will serve up the drinks and snacks as always but from now on will also offer herself to anyone wanting to tear off a piece." A cheer went up. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, hon?" he asked me. 

"Uh huh." 

He went on, "In fact my lovely wife is such a cockhound slut, I can go one better. Since you're all my close buddies, you all can bang her anytime you want. Just stop by the house anytime and she'll do anything you want." 

"AAH RIGHT," was their response. "Can we invite our friends?" they continued. 

Dan answered that would have to go through him first. To me again he asked, "And you'd like that too, getting all that cock, wouldn't you, my lovely slut?" 

"Uh huh," and whispered, "I'm your nasty slut and will fuck anyone you want me to, anytime."

We all sat around and chilled out for the next hour. Dan had said that there is one more for the grand finale as soon as everyone recovers. He had me and Denise periodically crawl around on our knees to suck and play with the men's cocks as a barometer of their recovery. A few minutes past the hour mark we were able to get quick boners from everyone; they were ready. Dan announced, "Our new initiate is going to handle three cocks at the same time, maybe four. And this will be videoed from start to finish with my professional recorder -- it might turn out to be a top internet clip." 

Danielle turned to Glen, "Do I have to do this?" 

"Of course you have to do this. The only reason you're getting only four cocks at once is that's all that's here and I don't have time to go out and find more." 

"But will this be shown on the internet?" she protested.

Glen answered, "I don't know. But I'll decide. If I decide to keep it private it will be private. If I decide to post it then your abilities will be there for the world to see." 

Danielle looked at Glen with trepidation and responded, "But all you guys will be on the video, too, won't you?"

Glen came back, "Of course not. Men don't want to see other men in porn videos. They want to see women. They want to watch a slut's face and expression and glassy eyes as she is being fucked." Danielle had no come back.

Dan continued, "I'm going to direct the action and do the recording. This is how it will be: William, lie on your back. Danielle, slurp on his cock to get it lubed up -- the better you lube it, the less painful it will be for you to get it in your pussy. Then straddle him and grind his cock all the way in your cunt." Dan started recording to get all of the preparation action. Danielle went over to William, bent over his upright cock and studied it for a moment. 

With an appalling look she turned to Glen and Dan, "How am I supposed to get this thing in my mouth?" 

Glen answered, "Just open wide and shove it in." 

"And then I have to get it inside my pussy!?" she continued. 

"We can help. Or if worse comes to worse us guys will just all grab your ass and impale you on it," Glen said with a chuckle. She looked back on William's cock, opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and sucked it in as best she could. Dan got a great close-up of her cock-puffed out cheeks. 

After slurping on his cock a few times, Danielle said, "That's the best I can do." 

"Don't worry about it," Glen replied, "It'll only hurt like hell for a little while. Then it ought to feel phenomenal." 

Danielle straddled William and lined up her pussy with his cockhead. She tried pushing it straight down, but couldn't. So she moved her pelvis in a circular screwing motion and gradually got his cock going in, accompanied by utterances like, "God damn, Jesus, Oooowww, Ooooooo, shit, fuck..." 

Denise commented, "So this is where the term 'getting screwed' comes from."

Finally William's pubic hairs were pressing against her pussy lips. After all that effort Danielle was breathing heavy to the point of panting. "Use your haunches to make your cunt slowly ride up and down his cock," Dan commanded. With much grunting and moaning Danielle's pussy began its journey up and down the full length of his cock. She pumped it slowly for about a minute -- getting only four strokes in that time. "Hold it," directed Dan, "Danielle, bend forward all the way and kiss William. Janice, you use two fingers to loosen up her asshole. Denise you smear some lube on your husband's cock and around her puckered rosebud of an asshole." 

"Oh! No! Not my ass, too? It won't fit!" Danielle said frightfully, forgetting the plan. 

I consoled her, "Don't worry Danielle. We'll make it fit. You'll do fine" We girls did our jobs as Danielle and William fucked. I really got into finger fucking Danielle's asshole, eventually gyrating three fingers in it. Denise put a little lube on Danielle's ass and a lot on Robert's dick. I guess she didn't care much about alleviating Danielle's pain compared to pampering her husband.

Dan went on, "Now, Denise, guide Robert's cock slowly into Danielle's ass. You might have to rock it back and forth, but when the rim gets past her asshole, push hard on his ass to help him ram it in the rest of the way as hard and deep as possible. Robert, plant your feet on the floor for added leverage. I want to get a video of Danielle's hair standing on end the instant she gets cornholed and see how well she takes it. If you could make her scream that would even be better." Denise struggled for over a minute feeding Robert's cock into Danielle's ass. 

Then, whop, the cock was crammed up her rectum. She yelled out with a scream and "son of a bitch," "Oh! Jesus," "I'm going to burst." 

"That was a great shot of her contortions," Dan commented.

Dan continued, "You two do a little practice double fucking to figure out a rhythm. Do it slow so -- we want to make this last a long time. And let's get some loud grunts from her -- so that's slow but hard." William and Robert worked on their dp, some of which caused Danielle to cry out and gasp. They settled on alternating thrusts. That way her cunt would be attacked and her focus would be on her front side; then the next second her ass would be rammed and all her attention would go to her backside. Dan told them to pause. "Robert, grab her arms and pull them back to you so she has no support for her head and you can yank her ass back to meet your thrusts. Glen, you face fuck her. That way she can service you while you get a front row seat of her double fucking."

Danielle groaned loudly as Robert pulled her torso back to him by her arms. Glen quieted her down by shoving his cock to the back of her mouth. He said to her, "While you're royally fucking those two you can royally suck my cock." All three then got into a good rhythm: William reaming her cunt, Robert alternatively fucking her ass, and Glen face fucking his steady girlfriend. He had to make all of the movement since Danielle was held solid. But if he held her head back he could get six or seven inches in her mouth which put his cock deep in her throat. One could tell by her gags and gasps for breath when he pulled back.

Dan told Jake, "Take one of her arms from Robert and while still holding it back tight, wrap her hand around your cock and get her to beat you off. After she gets that going, use your other hand to see how hard you can pull her nipples. Don't worry about hurting them; with her mouth stuffed with cock she can't complain anyway." And so it went -- a four-way: monstrous cock in her cunt, Robert's cock fucking her ass, deep throating her boyfriend, and jacking off Jake. At the same time trying to assess which hurt more: the telephone pole in her pussy, the simultaneous cornholing, or her nipples being pulled from her tits. Making it even better was, since it wasn't that long ago that the guys got their rocks off, all four had tremendous stamina. I timed it. Almost twenty minutes which went like this: Within 2 or 3 minutes Danielle's pain turned to pleasure and she began moaning, "Uuuummm." But since her mouth was full and the boys kept pounding her ass and cunt hard the moaning was a staccato "Umph -- Umph -- Umph -- Umph" in time with their thrusts. 

Even though she was in an awkward position, Danielle managed a decent jerk off of Jake. He started to cum in about ten minutes and called a time out. Everyone stopped dickin' her, and Jake asked Glen to remove his cock for a second, told her to open wide and finished jacking off into her mouth. Impressively, given he had just cum, his cock spit out gobs and gobs of spunk, enough so that he got one large glob right on the bridge of her nose while depositing four smaller spurts on her tongue. "You need the sustenance, so eat it up," he told her. She swirled the cum on her tongue for a few seconds, then swallowed it, then put her mouth over Jake's cock and sucked it dry and clean. 

William and Robert resumed their hard fucking. But before Glen went back into Danielle's throat, Dan asked him to wait a minute -- he saw a great video shot. He aimed the camera directly at her face and captured the two fuckers in the background making her body twitch and buck, a big glob of cum running down her face, her mouth wide open moaning and grunting, and eyes wide open and rolled halfway back in her head, not the normal glassy eyes. It was the perfect picture of a woman getting totally fucked long and hard, ten ways from Sunday. I was envious. 

Glen moved his cock back to Danielle's mouth and whispered, "Let's see if we can get another inch down your throat," to which she replied, "Umph -- Umph -- Umph -- Umph." Jake returned to torturing her tits, and I was getting excited and wanted part of the action. I slid my hand between William and Danielle, found her clit and even though it was a tight squeeze was able to run my finger around her clit in tight little circles. 

Within a minute of my ministrations Danielle had a series of strong whole body spasms and her moans became high-pitched meows. I don't know if it was a clitoris, anal, or vaginal orgasm -- or maybe all three -- but is was a doozy. As we progressed Danielle added, "fuck... shit... Oh! God!... give it to me... " to her Umphs. 

About 15 minutes into her collosal fucking Glen was ready to blast. He asked Danielle, "I'm about to give it to you, babe. Do you want my dick down your throat and shoot my spunk right into your stomach, or to cum all over your tongue, mouth and face?" He pulled out for a moment so she could answer. 

"I want to taste your cum!" she mumbled. Glen told her to open up, pulled his cock out, jacked it himself and gave her a veritable explosion of cum in her mouth and on her face. She swirled and swallowed his cum, and put her mouth back over his cock to suck all the cum that might be left.