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House Party

By: Mag58



The first Saturday in the month was Amy's night out with 'the girls'. 

She was mother of two, in her early 40s, with short dark hair. She had recently lost a little weight, which had made her look and feel more confident and sexy. Her friends were all of a similar age and background, all married with kids ranging from 6 years old to Amy's own sons -20 and 22. 

On that particular Saturday night her husband, Alan, sat himself in front of the TV with his cans of beer ready to watch the football as Amy got dressed for her night out. 

At exactly 7. 30 the doorbell rang and Amy came running down the stairs and opened the door to find her best friend Bev. 

"Hurry up, " Bev told her, "taxi's cost money!" Bev turned back to the taxi as Amy went in to the lounge and kissed her husband goodbye. 

"How do I look" Amy asked him. 

Alan hardly looked up, although she was wearing a short black skirt, low cut white top and black high heels. 

"Lovely, you look lovely. " He told her; eyes fixed on the TV. 

"Bloody football, " she thought, "I hope they lose!"

His wife shook her head and smiled, she quickly joined her friends in the taxi, who were all giggling like schoolgirls. 

As the taxi chugged out of the street, Amy's friend (Sue) introduced another woman, "Amy this is Alison, who used to work with me. . . Until her husband sold his business for a fortune. " 

The women both nodded 'hello'. 

30 minutes later they were in a bar on Newcastle Quayside. 

It was a typical Saturday night everyone was drinking heavily and having fun in the packed bars. Within the hour Amy could feel the buzz from drinking too quickly. 

By 10 o'clock she was standing in a corner of Chase Bar, drinking, chatting and 'people watching'. 

Sues friend Alison whispered to Amy that they were being "eyed up. " She looked across the bar and noticed a group of black men were indeed looking them up and down. 

Once the men made eye contact, they needed no further encouragement and came over and introduced themselves. "Hi, I'm Paul, " the tallest said, as he held out a massive brown hand. 

Allison reciprocated, with her own, dainty, fingers, "I'm Allison, and this is Amy. " 

"Cool, he continued, "Stevie, Mikey and BJ. " He nodded to his friends, who smiled at the women. 

"Ooh! BJ? That's a strange name, Allison laughed at the innuendo. 

"Ha, ha, ha, " he laughed, "Big John!" 

Alison looked at Amy, and continued the joke, "He doesn't look that tall to me, " and raised her eyebrows, making Amy blush. 

By now Bev and Sue had returned with their drinks. Allison was talking to the men the most, but BJ and Amy chatted about life, love and the Universe. Allison was tall, elegant and blonde with large, full breasts that she wasn't afraid of showing off. Amy wasn't surprised at the attention that her friend was receiving as she thought that black men do go for blonde woman. 

After 20 minutes the others decided to go to the Quay Club. Bev overheard Alison invite the black men to join them later. She thought that she was being a little pushy and presumptuous to be making decisions for the whole group. 

The women finished their drinks and made their way to the Club next door. It was only 10. 30 so it was still a little quiet. They found themselves some seats and ordered a round of drinks. 

The others drank vodka and Red Bull but Amy was on Southern Comfort and lemonade (doubles) which usually had the effect of making her a little naughty and flirty. 

The women danced and drank and as the time went on the club filled up. 

Alison looked unhappy, "What's wrong?" Amy enquired. 

"I thought those black lads would have turned up by now, " she replied, scanning the entrance. 

Smiling and shaking her head, Amy left her to go on the dance floor with Sue and Bev. 

"Your friend's disappointed that those lads haven't followed us, " Amy told Sue. 

"I'm not surprised, she's got quite a reputation with the men. " Sue replied. 

"How do you mean" Amy enquired. 

"She is a right old tart and 'luuurvvvees' Black men" Sue told her, grinning. 

Amy and Sue finished dancing. As they approached their table they noticed that the men had now turned up. Allison's mood had changed and she was now laughing and flirting outrageously with the men, who had bought a round of expensive cocktails for everyone. 

One of the black men then led Alison by the hand onto the dance floor. His friend then asked Sue to dance but she grabbed Bev's hand and said they were just off to the toilet. 

The large imposing figure, BJ, then turned to Amy, "would you like to dance with me?" he asked her. His big brown eyes smouldering, in a way that made Amy unable to refuse. 

On the dance floor he held her close to him. Amy could see Alison on the other side passionately kissing, her man, as he discretely fondled her breast. 

Amy tried to hold John loosely as she did not want to give him the wrong impression. But he held her in a strong grip, she could feel his hands on her bum; stroking and groping her buttocks through her tight skirt. 

Smiling at him, and shaking her head, she pushed his hand away until it was in the small of her back. 

As he held her close she could feel something hard begin pressing into her stomach. Amazed she instantly knew that it was his cock. 

It felt long and thick, much bigger than Alan's did. In fact much bigger than any she had ever seen, even her husband's magazines. 

What with the drink and the loud music, Amy became more than a little preoccupied by John's cock. Pressing herself against it as they moved on the dance floor she did not notice his hand had moved up her leg, pushing her skirt up at the back so everyone on the dance floor could see her tiny knickers through her black tights. 

As the music stopped, she suddenly regained her composure and pushed his hand back down. Embarrassed, she rushed back to her friends. 

There was only Alison at the table, as Sue and Bev were fetching more drinks and the other men had moved on. 

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself!" Alison laughed. 

"Err not really. I was a little, err distracted" Amy sheepishly replied, as she gulped down the last of her drink. 

"Why were you distracted" Alison enquired, knowing full well what had happened. 

Amy blurted out; "It was the size of his. . . dick. It was sticking in my stomach!"

Alison laughed "You've never been with a black man, have you?"

"No, of course not. " Amy replied. 

"Well loads of them have oversized cocks, its not unusual" Alison nonchalantly told her. 

"In fact I've had one black man who had an 11 incher, and let me tell you I have never been so satisfied. . . You couldn't get the smile off my face for a week. "

Shocked, Amy stopped her, "But I thought that you were married. "

"I am, but a girl's got to have a hobby!" Allison laughed, as Sue and Bev delivered the drinks and went straight back to the dance floor. 

She then went on to tell Amy how, 'in her opinion' black cocks were always much longer and thicker than white men's and stayed harder for longer. 

Amy looked at Alison in awe. 

Alison could tell that Amy was fascinated, she leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Can you keep a secret?" Amy nodded, "Sue doesn't know about this, and mustn't find out, but once a month I organise a 'Ladies Day' for other women who. . . share my hobby. "

"What do you mean, Ladies Day?" Amy asked, drunkenly. 

"Well, some friends and I, while their husbands are at work pay for a man to come and. . . service us. "

Amy looked at her in surprise. 

She then went on to say that they recently had a Jamaican lad who had a such a large cock, that all five women had fucked him twice each and when they had finished with him he had to be helped into the taxi!

Then out of the blue Alison said to her, "Would you like to come to one of our days?"

Amy shook her head, "No I really couldn't, no, no, my husband wouldn't like that at all. "

"Don't be silly, just don't tell him" Allison laughed out loud. Realising that Amy was nearly hooked, she continued, "You can always come to one of our parties and just watch. You don't have to take part, although most women do, eventually. "

Amy's interest was pricked. 

"If you give me your mobile number, I could tell you when the next one was on and perhaps, if you fancied it, you could come along. " Allison said, trying to sound uninterested. 

Amy gave Alison her number as the girls left the club and went for something to eat before going home. 

When she finally crept into her house it was 3. 30 in the morning, it was pitch black and not a sound could be heard. She was feeling very horny, so she crept into the lounge, closing the door silently behind her. 

Unable to stop herself, she sat deep into an armchair. Putting her legs either side of the chair arms, she hitched her skirt up to her waist then slid her manicured hand down the front of her tights and knickers. 

Her red fingernails quickly found her swollen clit, "Oooohh!" she groaned as she started to play with herself. Biting her lip so as not to make a sound, she lay back thinking of Big John and his huge cock. 

Her fingers flicked and teased her pulsating clitoris as she visualised herself outside the club with his monster cock inside her, fucking her and stretching her, as they could still hear the music and laughter from inside the club. 

As she imagined his huge length fucking her mercilessly with his balls banging against her, she came to a shuddering climax, biting her lip hard so as not to make a sound and wake Alan. 

With her legs shaking she staggered upstairs to bed only slightly relieved. 

The next day after she had sobered up she felt a little bit foolish as to what had happened and a little guilty, although she did not let on that there was anything wrong to her husband. 

Weeks went by, and the memory of that night had all but faded, when, one day when she was at work her phone started ringing. 

She looked at her phone; it was another mobile calling her although she did not recognise the number. 

"Hello this is Amy" she answered. 

"Amy, this is Alison, Sue's friend. . . from the other Saturday" came the reply. 

Amy's heart started racing, her breath became short and she suddenly felt very flushed. 

"Err hello Alison how are you" Amy stammered. 

"Were having a party at my house, tomorrow, and your invited, if you want to come, " Alison said provocatively. 

"Oh no, I don't think so, no, I couldn't. " Amy stumbled over her words. She knew exactly what the 'party' would entail, "I can't, I've got work, and. . . I don't know where you live. " Her heart was beating like a drum and her stomach was spinning. 

"I'll text you the address, you can get a taxi. Turn up at 11. 00. It's an all day event. "

"Err yes I will try" Amy feebly replied. 

"I am expecting you Amy, we have two gorgeous young black studs turning up and I've seen their photo's. From what I remember about you at that club, you will want to see them in the flesh, if you get my drift. " She laughed. 

"OK I'll try to be there, " Amy said nervously, her stomach twisting and turning. 

"Oh and Amy, wear something nice and sexy. I know you just want to watch, but please try and get into the spirit of the event. "

The next day was a Thursday and Alan, her husband, left for work at 7. 30 and wouldn't be home until late, perhaps after 9. 

As he left for work Amy lay in bed, debating whether to go to work herself, or not. 

After 20 minutes the hot tingling feeling between her legs gave her the answer. "What harm could it do?" she thought, as her fingers explored her soft pussy, "I'll only be looking, not actually touching, or anything!" she giggled as a tiny orgasm lit up her face. 

"Hello this is Amy" she told the girl who answered the phone, "I'm sorry but I have a really bad headache and I just can't make it into work today. "

"OK, look after yourself. Hopefully we will see you tomorrow" the receptionist told her. 

She was so pleasant Amy felt a little guilty that she was deceiving them. 

In the bathroom, she took out her 'Ladyshave' and just as she finished her legs, a delicious thought ran through her head. Five minutes later, she looked down to admire her freshly shaved pubes. Whatever happened later that day, Alan would get a lovely surprise at bedtime. 

When she began to get dressed, she remembered Allison's instructions. 

"Why not?" she thought, as she put on a brand new pair of 10 Denier black stockings, black suspenders and a matching g-string that she normally kept for 'special occasions'. This was followed by Alan's favourite white uplift bra that really emphasised her 34D tits. 

She then put on her faithful short black skirt and white silk blouse. 

As the taxi arrived she wore a long coat over her sexy clothes and made her way to Allison's house. 

Her new friend lived at the other side of town in a very nice area, in a large, five bed-roomed, house. 

Amy arrived at the house at just before 11. 00. She was the last of the women to arrive. Allison led her into the lounge where the curtains had been drawn to stop anyone from snooping, and where the other 6 women were seated. 

They were all very pleasant and made Amy welcome into their little group. It could have been a 'tea morning' anywhere in Middle England, but for the fact that all 8 women were 'dressed to kill' and were waiting for a 'cabaret act 'with a difference!

Amy was given a large red wine and told to make herself comfortable as the "act, " were on their way. 

Amy took off her coat and sat down on the sofa next to another lady called Pat and took a large sip from her glass. 

At that point the doorbell rang and Alison sprang up, "They're here" she said excitedly. 

The women all made themselves comfortable as the two black lads came in. 

They were very young; Amy thought maybe 18 or 19, younger than her own sons. 

The men, who were introduced as, Leon and Dave. Both were about six feet tall with rippling muscles and 'six pack' stomachs. After placing a CD in the Hi-fi, they slowly stripped off their clothes, throwing items to each of the women, who seemed to be being whipped up in to state of high excitement. 

Within 20 minutes the lads were reduced to just their jockey shorts which did little or nothing to hide there soft oversized cocks. 

Dave did a series of press ups and sit ups as Leon went into a series of bodybuilding poses, before offering his arms and legs to the women to feel, straddling their thighs as they giggled with delight. 

Each woman had a good feel and some tried to grab their more intimate parts, which they made no attempt to stop. 

Leon put his leg on the sofa next to Amy, who turned away, blushing. "Would you like to feel my thigh?" he asked. 

Allison raised her glass and winked. 

Reluctantly, Amy felt his rock hard muscles. They were like iron, but also she could not fail but notice his huge cock was now almost erect in his baggy shorts. 

As the music became louder, Dave and Leon danced in the centre of the room and ripped off their underpants, exposing their huge wobbling black cocks, to the delight of the middle-aged women. 

The men slowly walked around the room waving their cocks under the noses of the assembled women. Every one of them 'had a good feel' with one or two, bending forward to kiss the tip, or give it a little suck. 

Allison had arranged it so that Amy was last. She sat nervously and uncomfortably as the two men stood in front of her waving their huge dicks only inches from her face. 

"This is Amy, she's new to this" Alison told Leon and Dave. 

"I'm only here to watch, " Amy said coyly. 

"Really" the young men said looking at each other. 

They then moved Pat away so they could both sit either side of her on the small leather sofa. 

Leon then took Amy's hand as she sat uneasily on the edge and put it around his large penis. 

"That's it, don't be shy. " He told her, "Does that feel good?" he asked. She weakly smiled and nodded, as her hand gripped his rigid cock, "Is it bigger than your husbands?" Grinning, she nodded as her grip slackened and she began caressing it. 

Much to the amusement of Allison, and the others. "Mmmm, that's good, you're getting used to the size now, aren't you?" Leon asked. 

She nodded as she examined it, running her fingers down the ugly blue veins, making his cock stiffen even more, until it felt like steel. 

Her mouth was dry and her stomach was spinning with excitement as she tried to guess, in her mind, how big it actually was. 

As she played with Leon's cock, Dave started to unbutton her blouse. 

"No, no, please don't" she protested. But he carried on anyway, squeezing her large fleshy breast at the same time. 

As he finally opened her blouse, Leon's hand was now stroking her stocking clad leg, moving further and further up her skirt, as she openly played with his cock and balls. 

Two of Allison's friends had stood up, and were hovering close by, not wishing to miss anything. 

Amy tried to keep her legs tight shut, but Leon's hand had pushed her skirt up over her stocking tops and was stroking the tops of her legs which he could see was making her very aroused, because she was squirming in her seat. 

"Come on Amy, you will feel better once you get that off" Allison said as she helped Dave pull her blouse off and threw it on the floor. 

Her eyes were closed as the young man stoked her ample tits through her bra making her nipples stiffen through the material. 

Leon had now pushed her skirt right up past her waist exposing her black suspender belt and tight silky black thong. 

Dave's big black hands were now mauling and groping her tits through her bra. Leon had already unclipped her skirt and was now trying to pull her knickers down too. 

As Dave finally unclipped her white bra, she looked around the room to see that the other women were undressing each other and some were openly masturbating at the show that she was giving them. Within a second he had whipped her bra off, exposing her large milky white tits for the world to see. 

Dave's hand continued to grope her tits, his big black hands squeezing and groping her soft white skin, as his tongue now found her mouth and started kissing her. 

Amy was now very aroused and was shocked to find herself responding to Dave kisses as she deep tongued his mouth as he felt her tender tits. 

She could feel her thong now being pulled down her legs, and her hairless fanny being exposed. As she continued to kiss Dave feverishly, Leon was now opening her legs and kissing and licking her soaking wet cunt. 

Amy willingly opened her legs to allow the young stud better access to her most intimate part. 

Leon licked around her bald fanny lips in a circular motion as Amy had her first orgasm, before he had even found her clit. 

When he started tonguing her clit his middle finger penetrated her fanny, only to be joined soon after by his second and then a third finger, making her wriggle with delight. 

While Dave was still kissing her, her hand had found his big cock again and was wanking him as fast as she could. 

"That's it babe make me cum" Dave hissed. 

"No way" she gasped, "I'm not going to waste a drop. "

As she unlocked lips from her lover, she looked around the room to see an assortment of women licking pussies and fucking each other with dildoes of all shapes and sizes. 

Without letting go of the long shaft, Amy dropped her head to Dave's waist and started licking and kissing his balls. 

Then she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, to engulf his fat knob with her mouth. His young cock was so big and fat Amy could only get 3 or 4 inches in, but her blowjob was near perfection. 

Dave lay back on the sofa playing with her tits as Amy's head sucked his big cock, and Leon continued to lick and finger her soaking pussy, as a big fat woman lay between his legs, sucking his cock. 


House Party



Another Saturday night house party at my best mates place. It was almost a ritual these days, we'd have a massive blow out once a month at his joint. He lived in a huge 2 story house, massive pool out the back, jacuzzi on the back patio, and a huge wrap around balcony that surrounded on side and the rear of the house, overlooking the pool.

These parties became almost legendary within our group of friends and their extended friends for been an amazing night, full of booze, music and debauchery. You see, it wasn't uncommon for people to start getting it on anywhere in the house, no matter who was around. You'd get people screwing in the pool, the jacuzzi, lounge room or one of the may bedrooms in the house. 

I'd been there since about lunch time, drinking and generally enjoying an amazing time. I'd seen 2 girls getting it on in the jacuzzi, a chick I'd known for years get gang banged in the pool and a whole bunch of first timers to one of these parties getting their dicks sucks, pussies eaten out and making out throughout the house.

I was sitting with a friend of mine, Charlene, a French exchange student who had been here for a little under a year. Charlene was a petite girl, about 1.6m tall, long brunette hair, slim athletic body with long slender legs that ran up to a shapely ass and nice C cup boobs. 

She was wearing a short, white skirt and tight blue top that accentuated her boobs and ass nicely. She'd heard about these parties and wanted to come to one. 

At that moment, we were sitting on the outside lounge on the balcony, looking over the pool. She was snuggled up beside me, my arm wrapped around her slowly stroking up and down her side. Her gaze was glued to the scene below. In the jacuzzi, 2 petite girls were in a 69, moaning and writhing in pleasure, their full attention focused on each other. 

As we watched, 2 dudes walked out from under the balcony and towards the girls. They slide up behind a girl each, and without warning, slide their hard cocks straight into their pussies, without breaking stride they began to slowly slide in and out, the moans of pleasure becoming more insistent and lustful.

I felt Charlene push into my harder, her hand coming to my chest, slowly tracing patterns onto my front, I leaned over her ear and whispered, 

"Do you like what you're seeing?" slowly tracing my fingers down her side and over her ass. 

"Oui" came the laboured reply, her body tensing slightly at my touch, eyes never leaving the scene below.

I pushed her head back slightly, planting soft kisses on her forehead, as she push up, her lips meeting mine, tongues intertwined in each others. I ran my hand up her body as we kissed and cupped her tit, gently massaging it through her top. She moaned louder into my mouth, almost in time with the moans from below. Her hand slide down to the front of my shorts, as she began to rub my semi erect cock through the fabric. 

I could tell she was getting quite turned on, but know she'd never been to anything like this, done anything like this I didn't rush her, I decided to let her lead, for her to choose what she wanted to do, how she wanted to do it. She broke of the kiss, placing her head back down on my chest as she looked back down below. I let my hand wander back down her body, over her taught stomach and down her thigh, my finger hooking under the hem of her skirt and slowly pulling the skirt up towards her hips. 

My hand slid down the front of her panties and over her smooth shaven pussy, this elicited a sudden intake of breath and her gripping my cock even harder through my shorts. I let my fingers slide over her clit, her body tensing and jolting as i she was been shocked by electricity. I slid two fingers into her pussy, Charlene now quietly moaning in pleasure as I slide in and out, thumb flicking over her clit occasionally. 

Charlene's hand had worked itself past the waist band of my shorts and now had a firm grip around my cock, stroking it. I felt her move, raising her right leg giving me better access to her pussy. Charlene wasn't a very experienced girl, having only slept with 1 other person before coming to Aus. I knew she wouldn't last long under the attention of my fingers. I brought my other hand across in into the top of her top, gently tweaking a nipple between my fingers as I stepped up my assault on her soaking pussy. 

I was rewarded a few moments later as her body tensed, her grip becoming vice like on my cock as she moaned out in pure ecstasy. She came, body quivering, panting and muttering french. I let up, allowing her to regain her composure as she resumed her stroking on my cock. She looked up ad me again, her hazel eyes gazing up at me and kissed me again, 

"Do you want to go inside?" I asked, breaking off our kiss. 

"Yes I would like that" she replied.

I stood up, picking Charlene up under her knees and arms, cradling her close to my body as I carried her through the house. People were partying it up hard inside, the music was pumping out form the stereo, please sitting around drinking, dancing and enjoying each other company, in the corner a girl was on her back on the table, her boyfriend pumping in and out of her ass like a man possessed, her hands pawing at her own tits, eyes closed lost in a sea of pleasure.

I carried her down the hall, as she sat up in my arms, kissing my neck. We wandered into a room down the back, kicking the door closed with my foot as I laid her down on the bed. She locker her legs around my hips, pulling me into her as we kissed hard. I pulled her top over her head unhooking her bra with one hand. Charlene pushed me over, rolling onto my back as she rolled on top, straddling me. I sat up, taking her tit into my mouth as I sucked on her nipple, my hand pulling her hair back behind her forcing her to push her chest forward thrusting her perfect tits closer to my face, I alternated my attention between each tit. 

Her moans got louder as she squirmed in my lap. She stood up, turning away as she bent forwards, legs crossed, pulling her skirt and panties down giving me a perfect view of her bronzed ass and legs. She turned back, biting her lower lip as she grabbed my shorts and slid them off, my cock springing up and sitting on my stomach. Charlene crawled back up onto the bed, straddling me, as she reached behind and grabbed my cock. 

She gave me a few hard, long pulls before guiding the tip of my cock to her pussy "base moi" fuck me she whispered,

"Due basie moi" (fuck me hard). 

I placed my hand on her hips and in one hard thrust, buried my cock deep inside of her. 

"OUI" she exclaimed, as I began to fuck in and out of her tight French pussy. 

Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as we built up a rhythm, her hand resting on my chest to hold her upright, her other reaching down between us to rub at her clit. Suddenly I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as she screamed out, 

"I'm cumming" As she fell forward. 

I clamped my arms around her waist as I pistoned into and out of her, feeling her body shake and tremble as I slowed her through her orgasm. I looked over her shoulder to see 2 girls standing at the door, hands rubbing each other's pussies, pawing at each other tits, fully engrossed in what they were watching.

"We've got admirers" i said as I lifted her off me, turning her around as I scooted to the edge of the bed. 

She either didn't notice or didn't care, as she knelt on either side of my legs and sunk back down onto my raging hard cock. She rocked herself back and forward, bringing herself up until just the tip of my cock was inside her and then slamming herself back down my full length. She did this over and over, moaning, and gasping as she did. I reached up and fondled her tits, kissing her shoulders, her neck. 

We sat there, fucking each other for what felt like hours. I glanced over occasionally to our admires, who were now totally engrossed in themselves to notice what we were doing. I'd noticed that they had found a purple dildo and one of the girls was intent on slamming it into and out of the other. 

Charlene laid her head back onto my shoulder as she turned her head and whispered 

"Encule-Moi, s'il vous plait..." (fuck my ass, please she pleaded). 

I lifted her off my cock, slightly, positioning my hard thick cock at the entrance to her ass. She sat back slowly and in one deliberate, slow movement she pushed herself back onto my cock, taking me in one go. She sat there, panting, not moving, letting herself get used to my cock. 

"So full" she gasped as she slowly began to rise and fall on my cock. 

"Mmmmm, this feels amazing" she said as I reached around her and started to fuck her pussy with my fingers, plunging into and out of her in time with her rise and fall on my cock. 

I could see her reflection in the mirror at the base of the bed, her eyes we closed, her brunette hair flowing around her beautiful face, a look of ecstasy on her face. She leaned back on my chest, me still buried in her ass as she rocked back and forth, me bucking my hips to trust into her as deep as I could. 

Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips as I had an idea. I beckoned to the girls at the door to come over. They sauntered over toward me, standing beside the bed. I reached up to them, withdrawing the dildo from the girls. They seemed to know what i was about to do as they sat on the desk beside us, their fingers going back to each other. I brought the dildo to Charlene's mouth, and without opening her eyes she took it in, running her tongue around the dildo as she slowly sucked it. I pulled it out, trailing it down her body, around each of her tits, her nipples, over her navel and onto her pussy. This brought a sharp inhale as she turned to me as said "do it".

I reversed my grip on the dildo and, as I paused my fucking of her ass, slide the dildo into her pussy, Charlene screaming in joy as her ass became even tighter with the invasion of the dildo in her pussy and my cock in her ass. I built into a rhythm, pushing my cock in her ass as I pulled the dildo out of her pussy, then alternating. 

The feeling was exquisite, as she panted, gasped and yelled phrases in french I'd never had the chance to learn. I managed to hook my free arm around her arms and behind her back, pinning her arms and forcing her to push her chest high once more. I built up a furious pace, could feel my release near. 

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum" she started to chant. 

I focus my attention on bringing her another earth shattering orgasm I nibbled and kissed her neck, building up a furious pace with my cock and the dildo. One of the girls had an idea, and as she crawled over the bed and began to suck on one of Charlene's nipples. This proved too much and she suddenly tensed up ass clamping onto my cock as she screamed out as she came. The vice like grip on my cock was too much and with one final thrust I buried myself as deep as I could, feeling jet after jet of cum shoot into her ass. The girl sucking on her boob suddenly cried out as she came, her friends face planted firmly on her busy form behind. I kept thrusting, determine to make this feeling last as long as possible.

I felt Charlene's weight collapse onto me, her energy completely spent. I looked over at the girls, mouthing thank you as they smiled and withdrew from the room, closing the door behind them, but not before the girl sucking her nipple reached down and withdrew the dildo from her pussy, give her clit a quick flick with her tongue. I felt Charlene's body jump at this contact. I rolled onto my side, gently rolling Charlene with me, cock still buried into her ass "Merci" she mumbled, turning her head to kiss me tenderly once more "Thank you" she said, as she snuggled back into me, wrapping arms around her as she fell asleep in my arms.



House Party



As Amy sucked, Dave started to groan. She realised that he was close to climaxing so she increased the speed of her wanking and sucking. 

"What a fucking cocksucker!" Dave shouted as he held Amy's head over his cock. He shouldn't have worried however as she did not intend to waste a drop of his precious fluid. 

As he exploded in her mouth, she greedily swallowed as much as possible before licking the rest off his shiny black cock. 

Leon's licking became more frantic as the fat woman sucked him to orgasm, making him spill his seed all over her face and big fat tits, as Amy screamed, "YYYEEESSS!" As her biggest orgasm yet flooded her body, making Dave's spunk dribble out of her mouth. 

Dave sat back on the sofa recovering as Leon got up and said to a tall thin woman in a green basque and black stockings, "I need a fuck, do you want some?"

Without answering, she dropped onto all fours on the thick Persian rug, pointing her willing cunt at him. He immediately rammed her with his huge cock. 

Dave got up from the sofa and began fondling two older women's fanny's, at the same time, "Who wants to go first?" he asked them. 

Amy lay on the sofa, recovering from her exertions, but she couldn't help but play with herself as she watched the acts of debauchery going on in front of her eyes. 

After an hour or so, she was horny beyond belief and had an insatiable urge to fuck one of these young men. 

She was drinking her fourth glass of wine as Leon walked past her, drinking a beer, his cock swinging from side to side. 

"Hey!" he realised, "We haven't fucked you, have we?"

Amy smiled and shook her head. 

"Okay, let's do something about that!"

Leon lay on the floor and told her to get on top of him as he held his aching 10" dick in his hand. 

Amy had never taken anything remotely as big before, her husband's cock was only 5 or 6 inches long, but she was so turned on and wet she was going to give it her best bet. 

Dressed only in her stockings and suspenders, she straddled Leon so she was facing him, and slowly lowered herself onto his huge cock. She spread her legs wide, taking it further and further inside her sopping white cunt. 

Amy had about 7" of meat inside her when she started bouncing up and down on it. As she fucked him his cock penetrated deeper until his cock nudged the depths of her womb. 

"Oh yeessss! Oh Yeeesss! That's good, that's good!" she repeated like a Mantra as she fucked and fucked his big black cock, her tits wobbling like two blancmanges, while he held her by the waist. 

Amy was now in heaven, as she had never felt this full or stretched in her life. Leon's cock was touching pleasure-zones that had never been touched before. 

She was lying on top of him, grinding her clit into his groin when she felt her anus being coated with a cool liquid. Shocked she stopped fucking the boy and looked over her shoulder to see Allison, smearing her fingers with k y jelly. She knew what was about to happen and blew her a kiss; relishing the thought that she wanted to be filled up like never before. 

Allison knelt behind her as Amy began fucking her black lover, again. As she rubbed the jelly over her tight hole, Allison pressed her own breasts against Amy's soft arse cheeks. Gently she parted the tight folds of Amy's arse then, with a long skinny finger covered in jelly, and probed the virgin brown hole, making Amy gasp and pick up speed. 

"Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted as Allison worked her long fingers deep into her tiny arsehole, while Leon began thrusting into her with his monster cock. 

"Dave, come here!" Allison called to the other black youth, "finish her off!" as she withdrew her fingers making Amy bury her face into Leon's chest. 

Allison smeared KY all over his shaft until it was hard again. With a huge grin on his face, and surrounded by semi-naked women, he pushed against her stretched anal hole. The moment his knob entered her she had a very intense orgasm. He pushed further deeper and deeper, the pain was immense for her but it was a pleasurable pain, like she had never felt before. 

The men thrust their cocks into her in unison, both out at the same time and then back in together as hard and as deep inside Amy's cunt and arsehole as possible. 

Amy was now gasping for breath with her eyes closed. 

She was shaking with pleasure as she could feel their dicks touch each other through the thin membrane, separating her two holes. 

She then became aware of someone standing in front of her. It was Alison. The others were all standing close by watching this newcomer getting her brains fucked out!

Alison was still wearing a silky pair of pink French knickers. She pulled them to one side exposing her own bald fanny. 

"OK you may as well give me an orgasm as you are hogging both of the men at the moment" Alison told her. 

Amy did not need to be asked a second time. She had never ever had any kind of lesbian feelings before, but it seemed the most natural thing in the world as she stuck her tongue two inches inside Alison red hot fanny. She placed her arms around Allison and began lapping her love juice like a little puppy. 

To give her a chance, Leon and Dave slowed their double humping while she licked and sucked on her friend's juicy bald cunt. 

Allison held her head in place, and began trembling as Amy's soft tongue 'hit the spot', "Oh, oh, oh, " Allison panted, "faster, faster. " Amy complied, licking the nubbin the way she liked done with her own, 

"You little. . . you little. . . oh, oh, oh. . . you little CUNT!" Allison screamed as her orgasm made her tremble and shake. 

Amy was now red in the face gasping for breath herself, and close to passing out from ecstasy and pure exhaustion. Taking Allison's screaming as their cue, both men began pounding her cunt and arse with all their might. 

"Aaaaagggghhh!" she screamed as she felt her once tight arse fill up with his hot sticky spunk, which immediately made her orgasm yet again. In seconds Leon was emptying his load into her fanny. As she lay sandwiched she realised how glad she was that she was still on the pill. 

When the two men withdrew from her, her arsehole and fanny remained wide and stretched. 

Allison kept hold of her head, and made Amy continue pleasuring her with her tongue. 

"You dirty little cunt, " she told her, as Amy's tongue flashed over her wet pussy, "I only want to watch!" she mimicked, as she ground her cunt across Amy's face, "You didn't just watch when they were shoving their cocks up your arse, did you?" She continued, Amy's tonguing getting faster, as she got more turned on, "Look at you. You've got their spunk in every one of your fucking holes, you dirty little cunt!" Amy was really enjoying licking the soft folds of Allison's womanhood; "You'll be back for more black cock. . . Won't you? You dirty little cocksucker!" Allison screamed as Amy sucked her engorged clitoris making her cum with the most intense orgasm of the day. 

The other women had descended on Leon and Dave; two sitting on their faces as the others scrambled to suck their long cocks. 

Amy was totally exhausted and now had a problem standing, as Allison flopped onto the couch. 

Allison was right, this afternoon had changed her life. 

It was gone 5 O'clock before the party broke up and Leon and Dave collected their money and left in a taxi. 

Amy arrived home long before Alan, giving her time for a long warm soak n the bath. It was hard for him not to notice that she was walking around the house like she had just got off a horse. 

But, as they say, that's another story!



House Party



Pat Seese wore a silly smile as she sat in the restaurant munching her lunch. She could only think about what she would be doing this evening. She heard the conversation going on around her but her mind was not on it. Spaced around the table were the girls she had considered her best friends in the whole world, a year ago. Then she would have told them her most intimate secrets. Life moves on and there had been a lot of changes in her and her life, particularly her love life, in the last year. Now her idea of "juicy" had changed dramatically. She wouldn't dare tell them about her love life now.

She could hardly wait for the work day to end. She squirmed in her chair, her panties testimony to her new "juicy" secret as she thought about the prospect of holding the best part of a man in her mouth while feeling another heeding the invitation of her femininity.

She wondered what the girls around her would think if she told them that she had journeyed into the world of swinging and group sex. She wondered what they would think of her if they knew just how addicted she was. She didn't like it, she craved it, lived for it. There was no way she would voluntarily go back to the monogamy she had thought so wonderful before.

She smiled again at the group around her. She was wondering what they would say if she told them about her plans for the night. It was one thing to talk about how big your husband's tender parts were, or even your most successful technique for pleasuring him or him you, it would be quite another to describe how wonderful it felt to be sucking one man's cock while another pleasured her. She could hardly wait to be the center of attention of more than one man. She thrilled to the thoughts of seeing and hearing other people fucking around her while she was similarly engaged.

She thought of the words she was thinking and wondered. These girls understood the word fuck full well, but they never used it. Instead they seemed to think in terms of making love. A year ago she did too, but now her understanding of semantics had changed. She made love with her husband, she simply fucked her new friends. Some of them were so very good at fucking too!

How could she ever explain that she no longer felt jealousy at the thought of her man being with another woman. In fact, could she even tell them that she loved the idea of watching him having sex with one of her new girlfriends, especially if she could be laying beside him being fucked by one of her new male friends? Would they understand that she felt no anger when another woman asked her husband to the bedroom? She was sure they would never understand if she told them that she had even asked some of her new girlfriends to fuck her husband. Could they understand the pride she felt in his performance?

Would they understand if she told them that she no longer found the idea of sitting naked among a group of equally naked people and talking about normal things unusual? Could they comprehend not feeling anger or revulsion or disgust while watching other people fuck around you? Could they envision sitting with a group of naked people and not being offended when a semi-stranger asked you politely if you wanted to fuck? Would they understand that that question now held no more significance than if a man asked her to dance? Would they understand, if they knew, that she was quite likely to accept that invitation to fuck him? 

This would be the first swingers "house" party Pat had attended and the idea of a large group of people all having sex excited her. She had no misgivings, she had already been with three other couples and this would just be more fun. She felt herself dampening as she thought of it. 

All of the couples they had swung with, and all the men but Rod had come from miles away and this would be the first time they had swung with a anyone from nearby. She wondered who she would meet tonight. She looked around the restaurant and wondered if any of the people eating lunch were swingers and if any of them would be there tonight. She spotted a good looking man and smiled, hoping it was him.

She looked at the four women with her and wondered if any of them could be swingers. They had been such good friends. She wondered if any of them would tell her if they were, or if they would keep that to themselves like she had been doing. She wondered if any of them could possibly be among the people she would see at the party tonight. She looked at each of her four friends and smiled at the thought. She dismissed the idea as an impossibility. 

Deb had short dark hair and brown eyes that glimmered in mirth. Her figure was chubby and she could stand to lose a few pounds. Her breasts were large but not exactly overdeveloped and her waist more padded than it should be. What made it unlikely that she would be there tonight or even understand what Pat was feeling, was how easily she blushed at the slightest sexual innuendo. She wasn't exactly prudish, but the red came to her face so easily. Pat would never subject Deb to the embarrassment of talking about any of this with her. Strangely though, she felt like Deb found such discussions titillating despite the blushes.

Judy was attractive long hared red head but she seemed so conservative. She acted shocked by the idea of even oral sex. Pat was totally sure she would never see Judy there and convinced that Judy would condemn her totally if she ever talked to her about her sexual interests of late..

Beth was not far behind Judy in conventionality. Beth always dressed like the conservative grandmother that she was. Her hackles came up quickly when anyone talked about how cute one of their coworkers might be. She was offended by the idea of cheating which she seemed to define as even thinking about someone other than her husband. Pat would never even bring up the topic in her presence and there was no possibility that Beth would be numbered among the people there.

Sally was the one that Pat couldn't figure out. Sally was a petite woman with light brown hair and blue eyes. Her figure was quite impressive. Her makeup and dress were businesslike but a touch sexy. Something in her appearance said sex. Sally said little in their discussions but seemed to have that same lost smile and no comment as Pat, when the subject of sex came up. Pat would never openly talk to Sally about her new found love life. She wasn't afraid of Sally being offended, as much as she wasn't sure where she might stand.

Pat wondered about Sally for a second then discounted her. It didn't seem possible that Sally was a swinger. The only reason Pat could find for that conviction was that she didn't believe that anyone she knew could be involved in the crazy sex that she was now addicted to. 

When lunch was over Pat realized that she had said almost nothing, simply sat there with a silly smile on her face. She also wondered if it was just her of if the conversation had been more mundane than usual. None of them had actually said much.

The afternoon seemed to crawl by. Pat could hardly focus on work but still she managed to make her in box move to her out box. When 5:00 came, she was out the door like a flash.

Pat rushed home to jump in the shower. Her husband, John, would be home in about an hour and he was bringing dinner. She planned to soak and primp for the full hour. 

She thought of John and smiled and silently thanked him for the fun of the last year but she also wondered if he knew what he had created. She knew full well, that he had orchestrated the changes in their lives but she wondered if he knew what those changes now meant to her.

He had started talking about swinging two years ago and at first it fell on totally deaf ears. She had had no interest in any of it. Then he started talking about inviting another man to pleasure her. She knew what he was really saying was that he was willing to condition her with another lover so that she would then permit him to have one. Finally, he convinced her that they should try it. He was willing to stop at that, to allow her to decide if it would ever happen again or progress from there. 

She remembered the day she had acquiesced to his suggestions. It was a Wednesday and they had just made love. He was snuggling up to her afterwards. Frequently, he just rolled over and went to sleep. Rarely, he snuggled just because, but usually when he snuggled he wanted to talk. Most often he talked about mundane things in their life. 

He had always brought up swinging during or before he began foreplay. She assumed that it excited him and he thought it did her. It didn't, but she had been thinking about it and while she wasn't excited by the idea, she was no longer totally opposed. She had decided that she would like to please him and this would either please him or end the whole discussion. She had serious misgivings but had decided to go along. She was secretly hoping that he would think about it and decided that he wanted to call it off.

He nibbled on her ear and whispered, "Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a man on each side of you snuggling after we both made love to you?"

She had not expected this discussion after they had made love and the timing caught her off guard. She considered the timing and pondered her response for several seconds and then decided it was time to announce her decision to him. It was time to do it and get it over with. She was sure this discussion would not end until she had agreed. 

She remembered the look on his face to this day when she looked at him seriously and said "Maybe." She had never before made any kind of positive response.

"Does this mean you've thought seriously about it?"

"Maybe." The excited look on his face got more excited.

"Does this mean you might try it?"

"Maybe, but I get to pick the man." He looked positively ready to pop.

"Do you know who you would pick?"

She answered him immediately. "Rod." Rod was John's best friend, a good friend to both of them. He was almost as hunky as John and with a good easy going personality. She was rather hoping that John would object and hopeful the whole thing would die. If John didn't refuse, she hoped that Rod would. She held her breath and hoped that John would think better of it.

John smiled, his face practically beaming and an excited gleam came over his face. "Rod would love to get into your panties. I can't wait to see you two together."

Pat felt a chill go through her but she also felt an erection poke her in her side and a hot kiss on her lips and he made passionate love to her. Pat was consumed with the fear of it and didn't respond like normal. For the first time she faked an orgasm.

The very next night, John had told her that he had talked to Rod. Pat held her breath. He told her that Rod couldn't wait and he would be over tomorrow night. She was filled with a mix of emotions. Her hope that Rod would refuse had evaporated. For the first time she knew it would be happening and she was filled with foreboding. Still, she had responded to his excitement with her own.

Friday dragged for her. She was filled with strange emotions. She was nervous of her reaction to a new lover. Nervous that she would be a disappointment to Rod, which was a worry she hadn't expected. She was worried about her ability to please two men at once. She was frightened about what her reaction to him would be after they had made love and how this would change their friendship. She was positively terrified about what John's reaction would be when they actually made it happen. Through all that however she also felt a tinge of excitement at the prospect.

They ate a pizza that John brought home. Pat picked at her meal with none of the usual gusto. John attributed it to excitement, wrongly assuming that she was feeling the excitement that he was and not the fear that she really felt. When the meal was done, he helped her prepare for "her" big night. He dressed her in her sexiest nearly see through nighty. She said nothing but she was mortified at the prospect of seeing Rod while dressed for sex.

Rod rang the doorbell promptly at 7:00 P.M. exactly as promised and John greeted him at the door with a smile and a handshake. Pat was more reserved but her terror didn't show.

The evening started out awkwardly. They all knew why they were there and the air was full of sexual tension. Rod and John couldn't wait for the evenings sexual activities to start, and it was obvious to Pat but she was less enthusiastic. Finally, after an hour of nervous innuendo and conversation, Pat surrendered to the inevitable and they moved to the bedroom. 

Even after they arrived at the plush destination of her marital mattress, no one knew how to start. Who should undress whom and how? Finally, John began removing his clothes and they all did the same. 

Pat watched her husband as she stripped. There was a smile of anticipation in his eyes. As she removed the last of her clothing, she looked at Rod. She knew she was attractive but the look on Rod's face said even more. He was positively drooling as he looked at the swell of her shapely if not huge breasts and the curls of her blond pussy hair. The look made her flush but she wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or arousal.

John allowed Rod to have a "get acquainted fuck" and simply watched while Rod fucked her. Pat responded properly but she was much too frightened to truly enjoy that experience. When Rod rolled off her and lay snuggling beside her, she looked frantically for her husband. John was watching and smiling at her. He came to her side and she kept shifting her gaze from the smile on his face to the huge erection he sported. She saw, not the revulsion and anger she had feared, but lust in his eyes and she felt the first slight relief from her fears.

"You two looked so beautiful together, sweetie. I love you so much." He said as he kissed her tenderly.

She had been close to crying when he said that. A huge flood of relief flowed through her and much more of her fear slipped away as she returned his soft loving kiss. She felt slightly reassured.

"Damn, you're a lucky man, John." Rod said. "Pat you are so beautiful and so damn good!" A twinge of pride hit her as her husband demonstrated his lust. Wisely, he started by kissing and reassuring her before he gave her the best loving she could remember. 

Rod watched and said nothing through that experience and Pat didn't even know he was there. She was lost in the loving with her husband. When John collapsed beside her, she suddenly remembered Rod's presence. He smiled at her and told her how beautiful she looked. Rod's easygoing attitude put her much more at ease. She could not remember what any of them said but Rod was making comments that had her softly laughing. They all just had fun for a few minutes while they recovered. It was kind of like old times with Rod, except now they were laughing about sex instead of sports. They made her feel beautiful and special. If it hadn't been for the remaining fear about her relationship with John, it would have been great but that tinge of fear would not go away.

It was not long before she was aware that Rod had fully recovered. John noticed too. At her husband's urging, she found herself reaching for Rod's erection. As she stroked it, she reached for John and felt him harden in her warm loving hand. Both men smiled at her lustily and while she couldn't remember what they said, she remembered a feeling of relief and desire coursing through her. At that moment, she wanted them both.

John suggested that she suck Rod's cock. She rose to her knees and took Rod into her mouth. Moments later she felt John's cock nuzzling the entrance to her pussy. She moved to accommodate, invite his manhood into her. This time, as a strange man pounded into her mouth and her husband rocked her world from behind, they were more vocal. The two of them were talking about her, saying lewd but complimentary things and she discovered that it aroused her. She exploded in an orgasm that wouldn't quit. 

Then they rested and recovered. Again Rod's sense of humor had her relaxed and laughing. She forgot her fears and was warmed by the soft touch of four male hands roaming her body. She basked in the feeling.

It was just after 10:00 when Rod kissed her softly. "I think I need to leave you two alone to work this out. I don't want either of you to feel that this changes our friendship. If you don't want to ever do this again, I'll understand and just be a friend. I'll never bring this up again." He looked down at his flagging penis and laughed. "Hmmmm looks like you wore him out Pat." He giggled softly. "If you ever want to do this again, just call, I'll be here in a flash. Thank you both for having me over for this. Pat, you are one amazing lover."

John looked at Pat. There was a flush of excitement on his face. "What do you say Pat? Should we do it again?"

She sighed contentedly and looked at the two handsome naked men. She thought that they should have had this discussion after Rod was gone, just between them. She didn't know what to say. Her only reservation was with John. She desperately wanted to talk to him before answering that question but he had put her on the spot. She was still worried about her relationship with John but at the end it had been a wonderful experience.

She looked deeply into John's eyes and saw that he was anxious for her to agree. In that moment she made her decision. She sucked in her breath and answered. "What are you doing tomorrow, Rod?"

A huge silly grin spread on his face. "Well, I'll let you two talk about it and change your mind if you want, but I have no plans so if you call me I'll be here fucking the living shit our of you."

Rod had dressed and told them to stay where they were, he knew the way out. He left them there to talk.

They talked most of the night and then made love before falling asleep in each others arms. Pat's fears about John had totally dissolved and she began to think of the fun things three people could do. 

They awoke in the morning and talked more. They made love again and then just before noon, before they had even gotten out of bed, Pat picked up the phone and dialed Rod's number. 

After that call, there would be no turning back for Pat. She was not the girl taking orders that night, or any night after. She became the ring leader. She threw herself into the sex, directing the activities to give her the most pleasure. The second night had been truly incredible. From that second night with Rod, she had been addicted. She craved the attention, being the center of the world. She loved the way they talked about her, the way they fucked her.

Rod still came over once in a while for a night of incredible sex.

After that night John had introduced her to swappers chat rooms on the net. From the day they signed up, their mail was flooded with single men who wanted her. In the next several months, they waded through them and found five men that appealed to Pat. Four of them turned out to be great, and one a jerk. Four of them gave her truly great sex while the fourth got kicked out before he caused any damage to her love of threesomes. 

The sex was incredible. She loved everything about it from the thrill of holding two cocks and loving them to the way the men talked around her. They made her feel so beautiful and desirable.

She also started chatting with other swingers in the swappers chat rooms. She made a number of good friends, both mail and female. As she talked to other swinging women, she came to grips with her feelings about swinging. She didn't love the men they invited to fuck her. She just had good dirty fun with them and they didn't interfere with her marriage which had become even stronger. The women she talked to in the chat rooms, led her to think about things. They had no problems with their husbands with other women and explained that there was no difference in the way she thought of her fuck partners and the way her husband would think of his. John would no more want to run off with one of their partners than she did with her male "friends".




House Party



She knew that John was encouraging her chatting so that she would take the next step even though he said nothing. She chatted with the swingers and she found herself thinking. There was no love, no chance that she would run off with the men she fucked. There would be no danger to her marriage swapping with a swinging couple. The only remaining question was weather she could deal with seeing John with another woman. It took her several months of self searching before she was ready to take the plunge but she finally came to the conclusion that they should try it.

John's eyes lit up when she suggested that they meet a couple. She knew that was what he had wanted all along. She had already chosen the first couple and John readily agreed. 

She chose the couple wisely and it was a wonderful experience for them all. She discovered that first time with a couple that she truly loved the sounds of other people making love around her, especially when she was similarly engaged. The sex had really put her and John's private love life in a supercharged mode.

After that, there had been more couples and then two and then three other couples at the same time. She was surprised at how turned on she was to have other people fucking around her. How excited she became when she overheard men talking about what a great fuck she was. 

Her only regret was that she hadn't gotten involved when John first suggested it, or maybe even before.

She was standing naked in front of the mirror carefully adjusting her hair when she heard John come home. The sound of him coming in the garage door, brought her out of her reverie. 

Pat was almost too excited to eat and she knew that when John brought dinner it would be either a bucket of chicken or a pizza. She smiled and kept primping as she waited. She knew John would know where she was and be up shortly.

She heard him come up the steps and she saw him in the mirror as he came up behind her. She smiled softly as she felt him wrap his arms around her as his hands found her breasts. She felt the erection in his pants and she smiled. She wiggled her ass against his hard on and giggled.

He kissed her naked neck and moaned softly. 

"O.K. lover boy, enough of that. Get your cute ass in that shower and lets get the show on the road." She watched him strip in the mirror before she began to dress in her sexiest nearly see through undies. She decided to eat in just her bra and panties and make sure she got nothing on her strapless dress that emphasized her figure and pushed her cleavage to new highs.

She was munching her first piece of pizza when he came down to join her. She saw the lust in his eyes and smiled at him. "You better save that thought, lover. As good as you look, there will be a lot of girls who want a piece of you."

A slow grin spread over his face. "I only wish there would be as many women after me as there will be men after you."

Pat chuckled softly. "There'll be more than enough to wear you out sugar, and you know it. Now get to eating your pizza and lets get going. I don't want to miss any of this party and you can't wait to have some sweet thing bouncing up and down on your lap, and you know it."

She really didn't want to be late. The party was supposed to start at 7:00 and it was already 6:30. She knew John. It should only be a 10 minute drive, but he would get lost and he wouldn't ask directions and it would take them at least half an hour to find the place.

She hurried him through his dinner and his preparations then stood and examined him closely. Inspecting him for the proper look. Her husband was hot. The girls would eat him up. She almost wanted to rape him on the spot but decided to save that till later.

Her estimation of his navigating skills proved to be faulty. He had no trouble finding the house and they were 10 minutes early. As they parked, the nervous twitch hit her stomach. She took a deep breath and smiled at her husband. 

John looked at her and read the nervousness. "Getting cold feet? We don't have to go, you know."

Pat chuckled. "My feet aren't as cold as my pussy is hot. Lets get the show on the road. I don't want to think about it too long. You know we'll both be fine, as soon as we're there."

He smiled at her and then did something he hadn't done in years. He came around the car and got the door for her. "Damn, you look hot!" He told her as he led her toward the door. They both sucked in their breath and rang the bell.

Neither knew what to expect but what they got made them feel much better. An attractive woman greeted them at the door with a big smile and a warm welcome. Jenny, the hostess, was in her mid 40's with shining eyes and chestnut brown shoulder length hair. She wore a low cut dress that excentuated her ample bosom and pulled tight at her slim waistline. She showed no sign of being rumpled by their 10 minute early arrival and showed them into the living room. They chatted for a while about who they both knew and how they had been invited. Pat smiled as she watched Jenny and John both looking each other over.

Her husband, Mike came up behind Jenny and wrapped his hands around her waist. He smiled at them and introduced himself. Pat felt his eyes roving her body and a flush of warmth flowed through her.

Jenny suggested that she should show Pat around and Pat followed her through the house. Pat started by showing her where the lower level bath room was and the kitchen for the mixers, then led her upstairs and showed her the bedrooms. Jenny pointed out the ground rules. Their son's bedroom and the master bed room were off limits for the evenings activities, other than that the other three bedrooms and anyplace else was available. Pat blushed slightly at the easy way that Jenny pointed out basically and in other words, the places where Pat was welcome to fuck. She smiled at her own blush.

They were upstairs when they heard the doorbell ring and the voices of other guests. Pat was glad that they were no longer the only guests.

Jenny led her back to the kitchen where they found a man standing at the counter mixing a drink. He was a tall athletic looking man of about 40 with a handsome face. Jenny smiled broadly and came up to the man. She wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss on his lips. Her right hand came around to grope his crotch as the kiss ended.

"Dan you sexy hunk of man. You are saving some of that fine cock for me aren't you?"

Dan smiled showing his perfect teeth and a rather large bulge in his pants where Jenny's hand had been. "Have I ever disappointed you, Jenny?"

The hostess smiled. "If only I didn't have to greet the guests, I'd make you show me right now!" She sighed softly and then smiled. "Dan may I present Pat, Another damsel in serious need of some good cock." Pat felt a gush of warmth and wetness strike her crotch. "Pat, this is Dan, the proud possessor of a good cock." 

Pat blushed and noticed that Dan was blushing too. Pat's blush turned deeper as Dan reached for her hand and brought it lightly to his lips. "A pleasure to meet you. Since our hostess is busy, and you are in distress, May I offer my services?"

Pat looked the man over. He was strikingly handsome and she liked his smile and the twinkle in his eyes. He came with the recommendation of their hostess. She considered and then her sly smile spread over her pretty face. He was desirable and she was horny as hell. 

"Kind sir, lead on, for this damsel is in serious need of servicing." She giggled at her own speech and Dan chuckled with her. He offered his hand and led her back upstairs.

Pat felt strange for a number of reasons. She considered herself an experienced swinger, but she had always had her extracurricular sex in front of her husband. Always before, when she had had sex with men other than her husband, he had been either in the same bed or at least the same room. She had never had one on one sex without her husband being there. Still she knew he would not object and she knew that in a group of people, she would not be the first in the crowd to begin the activities. She was ready NOW.

Dan led her to the first available bedroom and pulled her into his arms. They left the bedroom door open and strangely that made her feel better. They rapidly undressed each other and then fell naked to the bed.

Dan took his time, Pat had no need for the foreplay but she found his slow style delicious. His mouth roamed her body tasting and pleasuring her. Finally his lips and tongue found her clit as two of his fingers stroked her pussy and the other hand pinched her nipples. He brought her to the screaming edge of orgasm only to leave her on the edge and then kissed up her body until she welcomed his lips to her mouth and she welcomed his cock to her femininity. His slow strokes into her came faster and faster until she exploded in a powerful orgasm, just before he filled her with his seed. 

He kissed her softly as she came down from the wonderful orgasm. They took their time recovering. 

Pat wasn't sure if she should get dressed. Later she was sure nudity would be the dress of choice and while she and Dan had spent the best part of an hour "getting acquainted", she couldn't be sure if the party had reached the, nude was acceptable, part or not, yet. She cleaned up in the upstairs bathroom then put her clothes on. Dan was gone by the time she was dressed. She could hear the sounds of another couple, no wait, a couple with a spare woman or perhaps two couples having an interlude in one of the vacant bedrooms. The sounds stirred her again.

Pat had a trace of a smile on her face as she wandered down the stairs. The party was in full swing and she almost regretted not having deferred her trip up the stairs with Dan and instead had met the people as they arrived....almost. 

There were women in evening gowns, and more prominently in skimpy outfits of various sexy descriptions as well as nude individuals and couples engaged in various sexual activities. Pat wandered looking for her husband and occasionally stopped to watch and listen. The sight and sounds of people fucking got her juices flowing again.

Pat recognized her husband by his feet. She couldn't see much more of him. He was laying on his back on the floor in front of a couch in the living room. A petite girl with longish light brown hair and large breasts was grinding her pelvis into his face. That wasn't much of a surprise, John loved to eat pussy and he was good at it. What surprised her more was that there was a girl with short dark hair and a slightly pudgy figure bouncing on his cock with abandon while she and the brunette kissed. She couldn't see the girls faces because their faces were pressed together in their kiss and the longish hair of the slender girl was obscuring her view.

Pat stopped to watch and then joined a naked man on the couch. She watched the look of lust on his face as he watched the chubby woman enjoying her husbands manhood and rightly assumed that it was her husband. He had a pleasant look but, like his wife was carrying a couple too many pounds. Still his blue eyes were enticing and he had a huge cock that impressed her as she sat down on the couch beside him.

She watched the show before her and the pleasant man beside her with the raging hard on. He may not have been a "hunk" but he was not bad looking and the show and the sounds had her juices flowing. She regretted having her clothes on but she smiled at him. He looked at her and his eyes took in the hourglass figure and the sexy face. Pat could read the desire on his face and decided he deserved something too, besides that cock looked so good to her.

She decided that this would be a night of firsts for her sexuality. She had never, well never since getting married had a one on one with another man. She had never had any kind of sex with a stranger before. Well, O.K. the men they met on the net were kind of strangers but they had spent weeks talking to them and she didn't quite see them as strangers.

She leaned against the strange man and he shivered at her touch. "That's your wife riding my husband , I take it?"

The man looked at her and his blue eyes seemed to look into her soul. "Well, it's my wife riding someone and they do seem to be doing a good job on each other."

"You wouldn't mind if I nibbled on your cock while you watched would you?" 

The man smiled. "I never allow strange women to suck my cock. Hi, I'm Ed. Can you tell me your name so we can say we aren't strangers?" He chuckled and looked at her with a big lewd grin.

Pat laughed. "My name is Pat, so now we're not strangers, but I'm still strange."

Ed smiled. "I don't mind strange, just not strangers"

Pat chuckled. "I bet you don't mind strange."

He just smiled. Pat felt overdressed so she stood up and shed her clothes, carefully folding them and putting her clothing in a pile with her husbands by the couch. Ed's eyes wandered from his wife's show to the strip show Pat was putting on. She saw the look of admiration and lust as he appraised her naked body.

She sat back down beside him and leaned over to suck his cock into her mouth. She licked softly, tasting another woman on him. She had tasted that before and she liked the taste. She wasn't able to see the show while she sucked and wasn't quite comfortable so she sat up. Besides, that big beautiful cock would feel good in her right now.

"Ed, has already been a bad boy tonight." She giggled at him.

He chuckled. "Was not! She said I was very good."

"Mmmmm I believe it!" Pat said. She wanted his cock. She debated weather to sit on his lap so she could face the fucking trio or if she should face him. She looked in his blue bedroom eyes and at the pleasant smile on his lips and decided she would rather face the man fucking her. She put a knee beside his leg on the couch and let her pussy touch the head of his cock. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked him.

"We already established that I like strange. Be my guest." Ed replied.

Pat slowly lowered herself onto his hard cock, feeling it filling her. She gasped at the feel of that large cock as she slowly impaled herself on it. Damn it felt good! She adjusted herself to the size of the monster and then began to rock on his wonderful cock. His eyes looked into hers and she lowered her lips to kiss him. Their tongues played in each other's mouths as she rocked on his cock. Each stroke brought her closer to her goal. She broke the kiss and sat back, reaching behind her for his balls as one hand rocked her on his lap and the other hand grasped her breast. 

Pat heard the sounds of the trio reaching their peak. One after the other she heard her husband and the two women climax as she felt Ed tense in her pussy. The sound of his gasping breath excited her as his balls contracted and then he blew his wad into her. The sounds of the three people cumming and the feel of that beautiful cock exploding in her pushed her over the top and she had a monumental orgasm. Her pleasured pussy lips smiled around the softening cock as a touch of his cum dribbled from her. Her fingers, which were still playing with his balls were coated with their mutual juices and she brought them to her mouth and licked. "Mmmmm, yummy" She smiled at her lover. "Damn Ed, you're good!"

"Thank you, but Pat you're incredible!"

"I think it was the inspiration of our spouses show that made it so good." He looked around her and then just smiled.

Pat felt eyes on her back and knew that Ed's wife was watching and as she turned her head slightly she heard a giggle that she knew. Her jaw dropped.

"Well, girlfriend, I'd introduce you to my husband, but I see you've already met." She looked at the chubby girl still sitting on her husband's cock and her face broke into a big grin.

"Damn Deb, I was just wondering at lunch if any of the group could be here tonight. I was sure none of you could be swingers and why didn't you tell me that your husband had such a wonderful cock?" She giggled at her girlfriend

Then she realized that it was Sally who had been sitting on John's face. "Oh, my god! Sally!"

Just then a naked Dan scooped Sally into his arms. "Don't bother to introduce me either, Sally. Pat and I already met, too. So if you haven't told her about my cock, she already knows."

Pat looked at her two friends. "Somehow I don't think lunch is ever going to be the same."

Deb was laughing. "You don't know the half of it. If you go upstairs, you'll find Judy and Beth trading husbands in one of the bedrooms."

"No you won't. We already wore them out and we're out looking for fresh meat!" Judy said as she and Beth smiled at them. Both of the girls were naked and both had their arms around an equally naked man.

Sally was laughing. "You didn't think these two were the prudes they pretend to be, did you? Judy doesn't suck cock, but she fucks like a bunny. Beth truly hates cheaters but cheaters means fucking someone without your husband around. So long as they're both in the same room, it's not cheating."

Beth smiled and reached for the flaccid cock of the man she had her arm around. "Yea, it's O.K. to play with Judy's hubby's cock, as long as Judy is right here."

"Well, ladies, we'll talk about this Monday, but for now I have things to do!" Pat said. She kissed her husband and tasted Sally's sweet juice on his face. Then she wandered off to clean up and search for fresh meat.

Pat knew two things for certain. Lunch would never be the same again and the party was just getting started!



House Party



You come out of the room and you look fabulous you are wearing a short black skirt with thigh high stockings and a white blouse that has a silky touch to it and you are wearing some kickass boots. Your hair is done up in pig tails and as I look at you I can feel my cock stirring to life in my pants! You ask me how you look and all I can say is stunning!! I can tell you are not wearing a bra because your nipples are clearly visible through the thin material of your shirt. I walk up to you and give you a huge kiss and run my hands up and down your body! At that point the door bell rings and you break the kiss and tell me that the guest have arrived. 

You open the door and there is Alicia and Mark they are the first to arrive. They come in and I ask them if they would like a drink. So I move to the bar and make some drinks. As I am doing this the doorbell rings again and it is the last couple of the party it is Dave and Stacy a couple that we met on the internet. You invite them in and we all sit down and have some drinks. You are sitting by Alicia and mark and before I know Alicia has her hand on your thigh and she is working her hand up your leg and up and under your skit. I get up and put on some music and when I get back you are kissing Alicia deeply and now Mark is running his hands in your blouse and pinching and twisting your nipples. 

Dave is between your legs pulling your thong off and running his hands up and down your thighs. Once he gets your panties off he then starts kissing and sucking on your now very wet pussy. He licks it up and down and slides his fingers in you and starts to fuck your sweet pussy with his fingers as he continues to suck on your clit. You still have Mark playing with your tits and know he has them free and he is sucking on your nipples and massaging them. This is so hot to watch and I just sit down on the other couch and Stacy comes over to me and she starts to kiss me and run her hand up and down my cock through my pants. It feels wonderful. Then she just lays her head on my lap rubbing my cock as we watch you getting pleasured. 

Alicia still has her tongue down your throat and Dave is still eating your pussy and now Mark has taken off his cloths and moved up and was standing on the couch! He takes his long hard thick cock and puts it to your lips. You open and lick the precum from the tip of his cock and moan how well it taste then he slides it into your throat and starts to fuck your pretty little mouth. Alicia is now naked and working on your tits. She has your nipple in her mouth and she is sucking on it good and hard and twisting the other one. Dave is still between your legs fucking your sweet pussy with his fingers. You can't take it much longer and you start to cum all over his fingers you are bucking and moaning and soon Mark can't take it anymore and he grunts loudly and fills your mouth and throat with his cum! You try and swallow it all but you can't and some leaks out and runs down your chin. You look so hot!

As Stacy and I are watching you know you has my cock out of my pants and she has it in her mouth and she is gently sucking on it as we are watching the show. Soon Alicia is on all fours on the floor and Dave is behind her fucking her pussy good and hard. I see you sitting on the couch fingering your own pussy. I tell you to get on the floor in front of Alicia so she can eat that pussy. You slide into position and Alicia starts to eat your pussy. I grab a hold of Stacy and get her on her feet we both get naked and I have her get on all fours right above you.

As you lay there on your back getting your pussy eaten you can see my cock enter into Stacy's pussy and start to move it in and out. Soon you lift your head up and lick my cock as it is going in and out of her. Mark is sitting there watching all of this and he can't take it anymore and he has you slide forward and he puts your legs up on his shoulders and he is starts to fuck you good and hard. I am fucking Stacy above you and Mark is fucking you below me. Soon I can feel the pressure rise and I pull my cock out and I cum all over your face and Mark moans loudly and fills your pussy with his man juice! Everyone kinds of collapses and we continue on touching and sucking for awhile!

Finally the other two couples get up and get dressed and head home. They all thank us for a great party and then we are left there to are ourselves. We head for the bedroom and you hug and kiss me and tell me how much fun you had. You are wearing just a t-shirt and I have nothing on. As you kiss me I start to get hard because I love to kiss you! Soon you move down to your knees and you take my sticky cock in your hand and you start to lick my cock and get it good and wet. Then you wrap your mouth around it and engulf my cock into your mouth and take it good and deep. You push me back on the bed and we move into a 69 position. You put your pussy over my face and tell me to eat you until you cum! I start to work my fingers into your pussy and it is good and wet from all the sex you had had earlier. I start to finger fuck you and lick your clit. It taste so good and it so wet and juices are flowing all over my face. It doesn't take you long and soon you start to moan that you are going to cum all over my face. 

Your breathing gets heavier and your body stiffens as you scream that you are cumming! I start to really lick up the juices that are flowing out of you now! You flip around and mount my hard cock then you start to lick the juices off my face and we kiss passionately and soon I am fucking you good and hard from underneath and your body goes stiff again and you fall down onto my chest as you cum again! I don't stop fucking you though and soon I tell you I am going to cum and jump off my cock and wrap your mouth around it and as I start to cum you catch it in your mouth then move up right away and kiss me so we can share the taste of my cum! 

You cuddle up to my chest and tell me how much fun you had and we cuddle and I kiss the top of your head and tell you how much I love you and how happy I am in my life! We then drift off to sleep with smile on are faces!



House Party



It was supposed to be a small house party. Some regulars at the resort wanted to do something a little more intimate. Ed suggested his house would be perfect. Secluded, sunny, a great place to soak up some rays in the nude without prying eyes and away from the place we all frequented on warm weekends. It was all that and a little more than I expected.

Most of our crowd had been going to clothing optional places for years. We all knew each other and, for the most part, we socialized and soaked up the sun and the warmth in the hot tub but little else (or so I thought). Ed's house was very cozy, inviting, yet elegant. The kitchen opened up onto a sun-soaked patio with a hot tub and a vine-covered trellis. Most of the crowd was lounging outside enjoying the sun and liberally massaging sunscreen into each other. This, combined with amply flowing wine produced a, shall we say, heady environment. Clothing optional was quickly giving way to other options.

I had shed my clothes quickly, as I like to do, but now my towel was wrapped around me to cover the bulging curiosity between my legs. I've played around over the years. I've been in threesomes and once a moresome, but I wasn't anticipating it this time and felt, well, embarrassed. Ed must have noticed my anxiety. He came over and chatted with me for a while and I began to regain my "relaxed" state. His wife stopped by and added to my comfort by engaging in some sweet small talk. With all the sexual activity going on it was really difficult to not stare at her sweet round breasts. The nipples seemed to be a perfect pink color and they kept calling to me, softly whispering my name. Suddenly off she went and, much to my surprise, she began kissing our friend Julie like they'd been lovers for years. Once again Ed noticed my surprise and said, "I guess you didn't get the memo." 

"What memo?" I stuttered.

"This is supposed to be a boy-boy, girl-girl party," said Ed, much to my amazement. 

"I had no idea... I, I, well, I guess I should check my mail more closely," I stammered.

Ed told me no one would think anything of it if I left. I gave it a moment's thought, but my adventurous side kicked in and I told him that I was "up" for anything... or so I hoped.

I decided to go back into the house where things were much tamer and just observe for a while. I plopped down into a nice overstuffed chair and took in all the goings on. As a single guy at a clothing optional resort I tried not to view all the naked bodies from a sexual standpoint. We were all just enjoying the freedom from pretension that clothing adds to our lives. Today was more about tension, sexual tension. 

My friend Ron, who I've regularly sunbathed with for the last three seasons, came up to me and asked if he could sit with me. I noticed his wife off in a corner chatting with another woman. Ron leaned over and told me how much he admired my cock and asked if he could touch it.

"Ahhhhhh...," was the only response I could muster. Next, I surprised myself and said, "Sure, go ahead, knock yourself out."

Ron looked straight into my eyes and began to talk about his son's little league team while he gently began to stroke my, now, semi-hard cock. I was having trouble listening when I noticed Ron's wife walking up behind him. She slapped him on the shoulder with a giant-sized rubber cock and said, "What's taking you so long...you've been talking about sucking this guy off for ages!"

Ron grinned and then popped my hard cock into his warm mouth like a kid munching a banana. My head popped back and my hands gripped the chair in response to the sensation. "There you go," she said, "I'm off to find a little pussy to tease."

"Wow..." I whispered to Ron, who was now licking me like I was a giant candy cane. Ron slowly tongued my hard shaft up and down. One hand was gently squeezing my balls while the other maneuvered my cock back and forth. Soon he was licking the tip of my cockhead while he gently stroked the shaft up and down. Seeing that I was enjoying his handiwork he sped up and started to go down deeper and deeper. Soon my cock disappeared into his mouth and his middle finger was buried into my ass. My back arched under the pleasure. My eyes shut to the scene. 

We were not alone, however. A small group assembled to watch Ron's expert craftsmanship. Ron's wife returned with a friend in tow and asked him to share. Ron and Betty began to take turns sucking my cock while Jill, Ron's wife lubed up her giant rubber cock. 

"Oh, no... I whimpered."

Jill laughed an evil laugh. "Don't worry," she said. "This is for my bad boy Ron."

Just as Ron turned his head to see what was going on behind him he stiffened from the pressure of that monster dildo poking into his ass. "More lube," he breathed! The crowd squealed with delight and Jill poured it on. Soon, Ron was sucking my cock in rhythm with Jill's pounding of his ass. All I could do was watch in amusement. Finally I'd had enough. The sight of Betty climbing under Ron to suck him off while he sucked me with Jill at the rear was way too much visual stimulation. I exploded into Ron's mouth at almost the same instant he came into Betty. We all crumpled into a pile and welcomed the applause and cheers of the crowd. 

Ron and I still sunbathe at the club. We all get along great and have much more personal friendships. I just tend to cover my ass whenever Jill's around. 



House Party



Please note that this is a cuckold/bull story. If that is not your FANTASY, please do not read this. This story is a FANTASY. The people are not real. The situation is not real. It is a FANTASY.

*

The part of town that we were driving in was new to me. I was concerned about getting lost on all of the winding streets. I could only hope that the GPS had all of the streets in its system. Anne kept looking around at all of the houses and then turning to me. 

"Are you sure that this is the right way?" 

"Yep." Slight pause. "Well, I think so." 

"You think so?" She looked around at the surroundings again. Nothing looked remotely familiar to her either. 

"Well, its where the guy told me to go on the phone." 

"O.K," she answered. I turned to look briefly at my wife. She looked awesome. Although she was wearing a coat because of the cool weather, I knew that underneath was a tight blue top and a short little jean skirt. Long black boots finished off the look perfectly. We had discussed stockings and garter, but in the end she wore just a tiny black thong underneath. I had helped her shave in the bath. My cock had grown hard looking at and touching her body, but she only smiled and told me that we didn't have time to play before we had to, well, go and play. Her long black hair fell seductively around her beautiful face. 

She turned and saw me staring at her. 

"What?" she asked. 

"Nothing. You look, well, beautiful tonight." 

She smiled and her whole face lit up. 

"Are my eyes smoldering?" she asked. This was our private joke about her make-up. I loved when I could tell her that her eyes smoldered. 

"OF course," I answered. "You're making me extremely horny." 

"Good," she answered. "Now keep your eyes on the road." 

We turned down yet another winding little sidestreet. It didn't look much different than the last one, but the GPS told us that we were arriving at our destination, and we saw that the street was filled with several parked cars. 

"I think we found it," I said. Anne was staring out the window. She then turned to me. 

"I'm pretty nervous," she said. 

"Hey, we can leave any time you want. You do know that, right?" 

"Yes." She smiled again. "But I'm still nervous." 

"We don't have to go in if you don't want to." 

Anne shook her head. "Oh no, I want to go." 

"Ok, then we will go in and have a good time." 

Anne grinned mischievously. "Oh, I plan to!" 

I parked the car and we got out. We saw another couple getting out o their car nearby as well. The other woman was a tall, thin blonde. She was cute. The other guy - I assume her husband - with her seemed a bit nervous. They walked by us and we all said some quiet hellos. I thought I saw Anne and the other woman exchange a longer look and both smiled slightly at each other. We collected ourselves, put unnecessary items in the trunk, and headed towards the house that the guy I had been chatting with online had told me to go to. 

I rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a rather large black man. He looked at me sternly, then shifted his gaze to Anne. He smiled and ushered us in. 

"Can I take your coat?" he asked Anne. 

"Thanks," she said, slipping it off. The man's eyes instantly locked on to her large breasts. 

"Nice," he said, smiling. 

"T-thanks, again," answered Anne, blushing a bit. But, she seemed to stand a bit straighter, causing her breasts to jut out even more prominently. 

"We have drinks and food in the next room. Why don't you go in and make yourself comfortable?" 

"Great," said Anne. "Is there a bathroom close by?" 

"Yeah," answered the other guy. "I'm Tim by the way." He held out his large hand and pointed. "Third door down on the left." 

Anne turned to me. "I'll be right back." She headed off to the bathroom and Tim turned to me. 

"You guys haven't been to one of our parties before, have you?" As he was asking, Tim handed me Anne's coat. 

"No," I answered. "But I've only heard great things about them!" I tried to lighten the mood a bit. 

Tim adjusted his crotch and smiled. "Well, they certainly are great." I looked down at his crotch then back to his face. I simply stood there, awkwardly, for a bit. 

"So here's the deal," he finally said after letting me suffer a bit. "The whole house is one big party. Everyone is in and out of the rooms having a great time." 

"Sounds great to me," I said, thinking of all the erotic things that could be going on anywhere in the house. "So, uh, should I wait here for Anne or should I go check things out?" 

"Oh," said Tim, looking slightly annoyed. "I guess you wouldn't know what to do." He went to a door close by and opened it. It led to a basement. A basement in Florida? I was surprised to say the least. "The coats are put down there, and um, that's where you guys hang out." 

"Us guys?" I asked. Then I realized that he was talking about the husbands. "Um, sorry. I guess I'll head down there then." 

"Great," said Tim, smiling again. "You'll have a good time. And don't worry about your wife," he said, pausing a bit. "She'll have an awesome time!" 

"I, uh, hope so," I answered as I headed towards the door to the steps. 

Tim looked down the hall. I followed his gaze and saw Anne heading back towards us. 

"She's got a great set of tits," he said to me. "I can't wait to suck on them." He turned and smiled at me again. "Have a great time." 

I didn't say anything. As I walked down the stairs, Tim closed the door. I didn't get to say anything to Anne when she got back. At the bottom of the stairs, I entered a large room. There were several couches and a large screen t.v. in one area. There was a bar in the corner that looked like it had a kitchenette in it. The whole set up was especially nice, and it must have cost a fortune to put this in a basement in the area. There were about 6 other guys in the basement. White guys. No women. I noticed that the big screen t.v. was on and a porno was playing. As I watched briefly, a white woman was getting fucked by a black guy with an enormous cock. I smiled - what other kind of porno would they have playing? 

I walked over to the bar. There were beers, sodas and some wine. Typical bar set up. I cracked open a beer and surveyed the room again. 

"First time?" 

I turned. The guy next to me also had a beer in his hand. He was dressed similar to me. Khakis and a button down shirt. Nice looking guy I guess. I wondered briefly what his wife looked like. 

"Um yeah," I said. "Is it that obvious?" 

He smiled. "Well, you have a bit of that deer in the headlights look about you." 

It was my turn to smile. "I guess I do." I put out my hand. "I'm Eric." 

"Mike," he said, shaking my hand. "My wife's name is Beth." 

"Anne." I answered. "So, um, you guys have been to these parties before?" 

"Yeah," said Mike. "A few. Beth likes to come every few months. She tells me that she gets the itch." 

"I see." I looked around the room again. Guys were either talking quietly or sitting on the couches watching t.v. "I wasn't quite expecting this." 

"Oh, you mean the husbands down here?" 

"Yes," I answered. "Although I guess I wasn't sure what to expect." 

"Well," answered Mike, "it takes some adjusting to." He paused, then continued. "But I think it adds to the experience. You know, wondering what's going on upstairs." 

I noticed that I could feel and hear the faint thumping of the stereo upstairs and also some faint muffled voices. 

"How many people usually come to these parties?" 

"Usually anywhere from 6 to 12 couples," said Mike. I looked around and saw that 1 or 2 new white guys had joined us in the basement. "I think there are usually around 15 to 20 black guys who come." 

"Wow." 

"They like us to stay down here, but we can go up and take a quick look if you like." 

"Um, sure," I said. 

Mike and I headed back up the stairs. When he opened the door, the music hit us loudly. It was also rather dark, compared to the bright basement. Only a few dim lamps were on that I could see. From the front hallway, we walked into the room that Tim had told us about when Anne and I first arrived. Although it was somewhat hard to see, I could make out about 4 women in the room with about 8 black guys. Two women were dancing very closely with their partners. One of the guys had a woman's skirt pulled up and he was fondling her ass as they danced. The other dancing couple were making out and I thought that the guy was rubbing the woman's breast. In the corner, one woman was sitting in a guy's lap. They were also making out. His hands were between her legs. The other woman was on her knees. I could only assume that she was sucking the guy's cock. None of the four looked like Anne. I couldn't decide if I was relieved or disappointed by this. 

"Can I help you guys?" a voice said behind us. I turned and saw yet another large black guy. 

"Oh, um hey Bo," said Mike. "This is, um Eric. He's never been to a party here and I just wanted him to take a quick look." 

Bo looked at us for a few seconds. "O.k." he finally said. I could tell that he didn't really care. He just wanted to get back to the party and to the pussy. 

"C'mon," said Mike. "Let's head back downstairs." 

"O.k." I answered. We went back down and went back over to the bar. While we were upstairs my cock had gotten hard. I adjusted myself to get more comfortable. Mike saw and smiled. 

"Quite a turn on, huh?" 

"Um, yeah," I answered. I looked down, rather embarrassed. 

"Hey don't worry about it. Made me horny as hell too!" he said. "See?" I could see his cock tenting his pants as well. 

I looked around the room and again began watching some of the porn on the t.v. It made me even hornier. Several of the guys were on the couches watching t.v. They looked uncomfortable. Horny. 

"So, um, its just a room full of horny white guys?" I asked Mike, wondering how long I could manage like this without exploding. The though of Anne fucking and sucking a big black cock kept flashing through my mind. This image, added to what I saw upstairs and the porn on t,v, was an equation for one horny and frustrated guy! 

"Its something isn't it?" answered Mike. I noticed that he was rubbing his crotch. Did he even realize that I saw? Did he care? 

"I didn't know how I was gonna make it the first time," he continued. 

"No kidding," I said, laughing a bit. 

He smiled. "Well, there is always R & R." 

"R & R?" I asked, not sure what he was referring to. 

"The release room," answered Mike. "Its what we," he gestured to the other white guys in the room, "named it." 

"W-what is it?" I asked. 

"C'mon. I'll show you." We walked to the far side of the basement. For the first time I noticed a door in the wall. 

Mike opened the door. Inside was another room. It was very dimly lit. We walked in and Mike closed the door. I looked around and noticed a couch, futon and table. On the table were some boxes of tissues, some towels, tubes and what looked to be some condom packets. Mike turned to me. 

"First, what happens in R&R stays in R&R." 

I smiled. "I think I've heard that somewhere before." 

"I'm serious," he replied. "We are all extremely horny. Sometimes you just have to take care of it. We set this room up so that we could do it, um, undisturbed." 

I looked at the stuff in the room. "So, guys take turns coming in here and jacking off?" 

"Jack off, meditate, do whatever they need to do." He was less than specific. I thought for a moment and then looked back at the table and the futon. 

"So, um, more than one guy --" He cut me off. 

"Like I said, what happens in here stays in here. This whole night is about having fun. A good time. For your wife and for you. This room can be a part of it. However you want to use it. O.k?" 

"Sure," I answered. I still wasn't quite sure what else the room was good for other than jacking off, but we went out and back to the bar. I didn't see any new faces in the room, and I assumed that the full 'group' was there for the evening. I could hear the music still thumping above. Not much else. I could only imagine. 

"Eric," said Mike, standing next to another guy, "this is Bill. Bill, Eric." I shook Bill's hand and we said out hellos. He was a pretty non-descript guy. Again, dressed in similar nice pants and a button down. Its like we had uniforms. Team "Our wives are fucked by black men!" Mike and Bill chatted for a bit while I nursed my beer. Obviously, this wasn't what you would call a "normal" party, and thus it seemed, at least to me, that all these guys down here really didn't know what to say or do while we waited. 

"So," said Bill, "how long have you been in the lifestyle?" I paused for a bit. 

"You mean swinging?" I asked in response. "Anne and I have been involved for about 5 years or so." 

"Oh," said Bill. "I meant the cuck lifestyle." 

"The what?" I asked. I think that I knew what he was talking about, but was taken by suprise by how forthright he was. 

"You know, cuck. Cuckold. Letting another man fuck your wife while you watch or," he looked around, "stay in the basement with a bunch of other cuckold husbands." 

"C'mon Bill," said Mike, smiling. " Ease up on the questions. Its his first time here." I knew that Mike was just trying to make be fell better, but I didn't really mind the questioning., I'd never really spoken to other men who felt the same why that I did. About watching wives fucking other guys. 

"It's ok, " I answered. "I, um, I don't know how long Anne and I have been, um, talking abouth doing something like this, but, ah, this is our first time, you know..." 

"Having her get fucked by some big black cock?" asked Bill. 

"Yeah." 

"Pretty wild, isn' it?" 

"Definitely." 

"Well," said Bill, "These parties are definitely the way to start." Mike nodded. 

"You can say that again." 

I was a bit confused. "What do you mean?" I asked the other two guys. At that moment, I noticed a woman coming down the steps. She had oh a short dress, long brown hair. SHe had a nice set of tits, but nothing that could compare to Anne's. 

"Watch," said Bill." And you'll see a bit of what I mean. The lady who had come into the basement looked a bit tired, but had a huge smile on her face. She went over to one of the guys I hadn't talked to and tapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his watching the porn on T.V. He smiled as she sat next to him. Well, more like laid down next to him. Her little dress rode up and I could see her naked pussy and ass. Her pussy was all ref and looked very wet. The guy instantly put his head between her legs and, I had to assume, began liking her. She began moaning and moving her hips up and down. I realized that she was talking tot eh guy as well. I couldn't really hear what she way saying though. 

Mike must have noticed that I was trying to listen." She's telling him about the big black cock that just fucked her." 

"Oh. Um. Ok." I said. My cock was rock hard again. I couldn't help but think about it being me licking that woman's gooey cum-filled pussy. I glanced over at Mike and Bill. Both were staring at the action and both were rubbing their own hard cocks. 

The woman was moaning rather loudly now and then with a few really load gasps, she seemed to collapse into the couch. Obviously, she just had a huge orgasm. After that, some light conversation started up between some of the guys again. The lucky guy on the couch sat up, his face all wet and sticky, and began helping the woman, who I assumed was his wife, get to her feet. The guy pulled her dress down as she tried to straighten her hair a bit. She gave the guy a quick peck on the cheek and I thought I heard her say, "Thanks honey, see you later." Before she turned and walked to the stairs. After she was gone, I looked back at the guy and saw that he had his hand down his pants and was rubbing his cock. He eventually took his hand out and went straight tot he R&R room. I didn't blame him. 

I wondered what Anne was up to? 

----------------------------------[as told to Eric by Anne]-------------------------------------------- 

Anne saw Eric head down some steps and then the door closed behind him. Well, Tim closed it. He turned when he saw Anne and smiled. 

"Welcome back," said Tim, eyeing the gorgeous brunette. 

"Thanks," answered Anne. She couldn't help but feel like Tim was undressing her with his eyes. 

"Ready to go party?" 

" I think so," said Anne. She pointed down to the door where Eric had gone. "Is it down there?" 

Tim laughed. "Oh no. That's where all the husbands go to wait." 

"Oh, OK," Anne was a bit nervous about being separated from Eric. 

"Hey," said Tim. He obviously could sense Anne's nerves." Relax and have a good time. That's what you're here for, isn't it?" 

"Well, um yes." 

"Don't worry," said Tim, "You don't have to do anything, or anyone, you don't want to. If someone tries to mess with you, they'll answer to me." 

Anne felt better after having the reassuring words. She smiled at HTim and seemed to relax a bit. "Thanks". 

"No problem. Can I get a hug?" 

"Sure," said Anne. She hugged the big black man and felt a huge bulge pressing into her belly. Anne was startled and stepped back. "Oh." 

"Something wrong?" said Tim smiling? He brushed his hand across the front of his trousers, his bug cock twitching. 

"Um, no," mumbled Anne. She was sure that she was blushing furiously, and was glad it was dark in the front hallway. "It's, um, just, uh..." 

"Yes?" Tim still smiled. 

"Is that all you?" blurted out Anne. She was getting wet. Really wet. She and Eric had talked about her fucking a big black guy with a big cock, but she never realized how big it could be. 

"Oh, yeah," answered Tim. "Wanna see?" Anne could only nod her head. Tim unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. His huge cock flopped out -- Anne could see he wasn't hard yet and was already bigger than Eric when her husband was fully erect. And Tim' cock was much, much thicker. Anne could only stare, wide-eyed. Tim stepped forward and hugged Anne again. She could feel his big cock between them. Tim began caressing Anne's ass. Soon one hand was on a breast and he leaned over and kissed her neck lightly. 

"MMMMM," moaned Anne. She was so hot that she thought that she was going to explode. She began grinding her pussy in Tim' leg. 

He knew that she was ready to go. 

"Let's take this party upstairs," said Tim in Anne's ear. As she backed up and tried to calm down, he pulled his pants back up, then put his arm around her. Tim also grabbed Anne's hand and placed it on his cock. Anne reflexively grabbed it, again marveling at its enormous size. She rubbed her hand across his pants. 

"Nice," said Tim. AS they got to the stairs, he let Anne go first. As she walked up, Tim put his hands on her delectable ass. He lifted her skirt up, exposing her little black thing. Tim put a finger on her hot pussy. He felt how wet Anne was. How excited she was for black cock. 

"Oooooohhhh," gasped Anne. She was close to cumming and nothing had happened yet. What kind of magic could this guy do on her? 

At the top of the stairs, Anne saw a hallway with a number of rooms. Some of the doors were open, while others were closed. As Anne and Tim walked by the closed doors, she hears moans and screams. Raw, powerful sex. In the rooms with the doors open, Anne saw movement of people. She couldn't tell who or how many, but she heard the sounds of sex - the slapping of flesh on flesh, sucking, moaning. It was all overwhelming Anne. She couldn't remember ever being so horny before. The two got tot he end of the hallway and Anne saw that the last room was empty. Before they went in, Tim stopped her. 

" Like I said downstairs, you don't have to do anything or anyone that yout don't want to. That includes me." 




House Party



Anne smiled and walked close to Tim. Her left hand caressed his bulge, "Fuck me." 

Tim smiled and took her hand as they entered the room. Like most white wives, she couldn't resist a big black cock. Anne saw that the furniture in the room consisted of a large king-sized bed and a dresser. The dresser had some towels and sheets on it. The bed looked pretty freshly made. A small lamp on the dresser dimly lit the room 

"Strip for me baby" said Tim. Anne smiled, but glanced at the open door. 

"Do you want to shut that?" 

"Nope." 

"OK." Said Anne as she lifted her tight top over her head. "Maybe he likes people to watch." she thought. Tim lay back on the bed, rubbing the front of his pants. The bulge was growing. Anne unsnapped her bra and her large breasts swung free. 

"Mmmm," said Tim, "I knew I was going to like seeing those big titties! I can't wait to suck on them." 

Anne blushed a but but quickly unzipped the short skirt. It fell to the floor, leaving her in her thong and shoes. Tim stood up. 

"Now undress me." 

Anne knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt. After unsnapping his pants, she let them slide tot he floor. He was wearing red silk boxers. The big cock moved underneath. Standing, Anne grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. Tim put his arms up, allowing Anne to pull the shirt over his head. He stood in the boxers and shoes. Slipping out of the shoes, he stood again in front of a kneeling Ann. She slid the boxers down. Tim's cock sprang out. 

"Oh my." said Anne. "It's huge." 

"Nine inches of pleasure baby." Anne tried to put her hand around it. She didn't come close. 

"It's so thick," she whispered. 

"Yeah, gonna fill up your pussy real good." Anne slid her hand up and down the big shaft. Tim moaned slightly. 

"Suck it baby. Suck my big black cock." 

"Oh my," said Anne. Her lips touched the black shaft. Warm and spongy. It smelled good too. Freshly washed. Anne's lips opened and part of the big head slid in a little. Just. She was amazed. She could get most of Eric's cock in her mouth with no problem, but she could barely get even the head of Tim's cock in. She slid her mouth down the big shaft, getting it slick with saliva. She used her left hand to slowly jack the big cock up and down. She could feel her little thong getting soaked in her juices. Sucking cock always made her wet. After several minutes of slurping, her jaw began to get a little tired. She looked up into Tim's eyes. He was staring down at her. She let the big cock pop out of her mouth. 

"Fuck me!" Anne moaned. She was going crazy with lust. 

"Not yet baby," answered Tim. He pulled her up and turned with Anne. She moved and sat down on the bed. Starting with her lips, Tim began to softly kiss her all over her body. He spent a lot of time on her tits. Licking and sucking. Moved down to her stomach. When Tim grabbed her thong, Anne lifted her ass up, allowing him to pull the little panties down her legs. He parted her legs and shoved his tongue deep into her sex. 

"OHHHH GOOOOOD!" moaned Anne. She could feel his tongue penetrate her pussy. It felt so good! Electric shocks hit her when he ran it across her sensitive clit. 

Tim assaulted Anne's pussy with a vengeance. He was very very good at licking pussy. Not like Eric, but good. But she wasn't in this room, this house, to only have her pussy licked. When she was nice and juicy, Tim slid up her body. 

"Ready for my cock?" 

"Oh, yeah!" 

"Beg me for it." 

Anne smiled. She loved the idea of being owned and used. "Please sir, fuck me with you big black cock." She paused. Tim looked at her. They both knew what she was going to say next. 

"Master." 

Tim slid the tip in slowly. Anne gasped. No matter how wet she was, Tim knew that he had to go slowly. Get her used to him. The size. Inch by delicious inch, he worked the big piece of meat into her. Anne was moaning and gasping. She came. Once. Twice. Little orgasms that were building in intensity. 

"It's so big!" Anne couldn't believe how full she felt. The cock was stretching her insides in a million different ways. 

"Only about half way there babe." 

"Oh god," moaned Anne. She didn't think that she could take it all. It was just too damn big. Tim backed off a bit, sensing that Anne was tensing up. He eased out a bit, then back in a bit more. Slowly but surely the cock went in. More and more buried in her hot wet pussy. After 15 minutes, Tim finally sank all the way in. 

"You took it all baby." 

Anne couldn't answer. Couldn't think. The pain/pleasure was just too much. Tim didn't move. He simply let her adjust. Get used to big black cock. He knew that she would never want anything else again. Tim began to slowly, oh so slowly, move in and out. Pulling out farther and plunging back in. Anne moaned and gasped. She pawed at her own tits. Her legs thrashed a bit. 

"I think my slut likes her big black cock." 

"G-god yes!" Anne gasped, cumming yet again. 

"Never had a cock fill you up like this before, have you?" Pumping in and out. 

"N-no." 

"Your hubby make you feel like this?" Slap. Slap. Slap. Big balls pounding against her little white ass. Tim slammed his meat into her. Anne grunted. 

"N-nnno." 

"He can't, can he? Doesn't have the cock for it?" Slap. Slap Slap. Slap. 

"N-no!" Anne came again. 

Tim began to pick up the pace, driving his cock in and out of Anne's pussy. Both were sweating from the raw animal sex. Anne moaned and screamed. It felt so fucking good! 

"Your pussy belongs to me now," hissed Tim in Anne's ear. 

"Y-yes! God yes!" Tim pulled out completely. His cock popped out with a loud squishy noise. 

"Turn over so I can fuck my pussy good and hard from behind." Anne rolled over and stuck her ass high in the air. Tim lined his cock up and sank it deep into Anne. 

"Ooooohhhhhh Gooooood!" gasped Anne again. Tim didn't let up though. He began thrusting in and out of her hard. He slapped her ass as he fucked her. He reached around and grabbed a tit, pinched a nipple. Anne loved it all. 

"You like that big black dick, don't you slut!" 

"Yes!" SLAP! 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, master!" 

"I own you!" 

"Yes master!" Anne could feel her orgasm building. Could feel Tim's cock get even bigger in her pussy. 

"No more fucking your little dicked hubby!" 

"N-no!" Slap. Anne's ass stung. "N-no master!" 

That put Tim over. He loved to hear those words from these white bitches. "Gonna cum bitch!" He thrust in and out faster and harder. 

"Yes master! Cum deep in my pussy!" 

"Fuck yeah!" The first spurt was like liquid fire. Anne could feel it deep inside of her pussy, and that set off yet another huge orgasm. 

"Oh! Oh! OH GOD!! OH FUCK!" screamed Anne. She could still feel the spurts from Tim's cock. So much cum! Anne saw stars! 

When she next opened her eyes, Tim was looking at her. He smiled. 

"You passed out," he chuckled. 

Anne smiled weakly. " I..I guess I did." She looked around. She forgot where she was. Didn't know how long she had even been there. "How long" 

"Just a few minutes, " answered Tim. "I was afraid I hurt you at first." 

"Oh, No," answered Anne. She sat up. "Oh my." That was unbelievable. I don't think I've ever cum that hard before." 

"You liked it?" 

"Hell yeah!" said Anne 

"Enough to want to do it again?" 

"Hell yeah!" Anne paused for a moment. "Unless you mean now. I don't think I can do it again right now." 

"No," said Tim. "Not right now." He smiled. "I'll give you a few minutes to recover." 

Anne reached down to scratch an itch on the thigh. It was all wet and sticky." I'm a mess." 

Tim got up. He began putting on his clothes. Anne looked at him puzzled. "It's a good time to go and see how your hubby is doing." 

"Really?" Asked Anne 

"Yep." Anne still looked puzzled. "Trust me." said Tim. 

"O-oh." Said Anne. She stood on wobbly pegs. She reached for her thong. Tim held his hand out. 

"You won't need that." Anne gave him the damp little panties and proceeded to put on the rest of her clothes. When she tried to clean some of the sticky cum off of herself, Tim stopped her. Anne did as he asked. She was still in the after glow of the glorious fucking he had given her. She was thinking of his big black cock and found herself getting a bit aroused again. Anne was surprised as normally after a good orgasm she was done for the evening. Tonight, however, she could see herself fucking another black cock. 

"Ready?" asked Tim. 

"I thought you needed a while to recover." 

Tim smiled. "That's the spirit. I'll be ready to go soon." He paused. "And then we'll get a buddy to join us and we'll both fuck you. One in you pussy and one in your tight little ass." 

Anne got weak-kneed again. Now she was definitely horny. She wanted to feel two big black cocks going in and out of her. The two went back through the hallway. Anne looked in the rooms and saw various combinations of white women and black men. Big cocks getting sucked and fucked. Women moaning and screaming in passion. Deep voices telling then that they loved big black cock. Anne was definitely having a good time! 

After stopping and getting some water in the kitchen, where a guy named Bo took some time to squeeze Anne's big tits for a while, Tim and Anne headed down to the basement to see what the white cuckie hubbies were up to. 

___________________________________________________________________ 

I was sitting on a couch, watching a bit of porn when Mike, who was sitting next to me, suddenly said, "Damn, look at her!" 

I turned and looked and saw Anne coming down the stairs. Her hair was a bit messed up, and her skirt and her top were a bit rumpled. Mike continued. "Now there is a beautiful woman who has just been fucked. Hard." 

"That's my wife," I told him. 

"No shit?" Mike looked at me and then back at her. "Dude, she's fucking hot." 

"Thanks," I said. She looked awesome. I noticed Tim behind her. Anne saw me and smiled. As she walked over, Mike mumbled something about getting a fresh drink, got up and left. Anne came over and stood in front of me. My face was about even with her crotch. The smell of sex was overpowering. 

"Hi honey!" she said, smiling. 

"H-hey," I mumbled in response. I could barely talk. I wanted to know everything. What happened? Was it good? Did anything happen? I was a whirlwind of questions. I was paralyzed by them. And I was so fucking horny that I though I was going to burst. 

"Just, hey?" said Anne, still smiling. Wickedly. She slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the front of her skirt up. Enough so that I saw her wet, sticky thighs. 

"Don't you wanna know what I've been up to?" she asked innocently. She continued to pull that damn skirt up her waist. The bottom of her pussy peaked out. Covered in cum. Wet sticky cum from a big black cock. 

"Oh god," I moaned. I couldn't help it. It was so hot. I pushed my face closer to her crotch. Wet. Cum everywhere. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick. Slowly at first. Then like a madman. The taste was strange. Salty. Sweet. Sticky. Gooey. She was a mess. I moved and licked her thighs, her belly. All over. I also noticed how easily and deep I could stick my tongue into her pussy. She had definitely been fucked long and hard by a big cock. 

Anne moaned and sat on the couch and lay back. Her legs splayed open. I dove into her pussy again. As I licked, Anne began to recount her recent fuck session. How big Tim was. How thick his cock was. How she never came so hard in her life as she did with his cock. How it was so much better than mine. I thought I would cum right then. We were both getting more worked up as she talked. Finally, Anne gasped and I swallowed a whole lot more spunk. I looked up at her, my face a glistening mess. 

"Thanks, honey," said Anne. "That was nice." After a minute or so, she sat up, moving her skirt back down. I looked around, most of the other white cucks were looking at us -- wishing that they were me. Wishing that they were licking Anne's cum drenched pussy filled with a black man's cum. I felt pretty lucky. And horny, I shift my cock around uncomfortably in my pants. 

Mike came back over to the couch and I introduced him to Anne as I wiped my face off with a napkin. Anne blushed a bit as Mike told her hot she was and how lucky I was to be married to her. I shifted again, and Anne put her hand on my dick. 

"Are you having a good time?" she asked. Her hand slowly rubbed me up and down. Rubbed my rock hard dick in my pants. 

"Y-yes," I answered. I noticed that Mike had sat down on the other side of her. Anne put her other hand in his crotch, rubbing his dick as well. 

"And you?" 

"Y-you bet," Mike answered. I could tell that Anne was getting off on how horny we both were. How close we were to coming in our pants. 

"Great!" exclaimed Anne as she patted both of our little dicks and stood up. We both groaned in unison. "Cause I am too!" She added. I noticed that Tim had walked over to us. He glanced at Mike and I and may have mumbled a hello. 

"Hi Tim," I said. Anne turned and kissed my head. 

"Well," she said, "I don't want to keep you boys from having your, um, fun." She giggled and turned to Tim. "Let's go find your friend to fuck my tight little ass!" 

I moaned. I think that Mike did as well. 

Tim smiled. "Who said that he would be the one to get your ass?" Anne smiled and the two of them headed back up the steps. 

Who was this wild woman and what had she done with my quiet little wife? 

When they had gone, Mike turned to me. "Man, she is fucking hot! Are you sure that this is her first time at this kind of a party?" 

"Y-yes," I stuttered. "well, at least I-I think so." 

"Well, she's got me so hot that I may explode." Mike rubbed his crotch as he said this. 

"Me too," I answered. 

"I don't know about you," he said, "but I need some relief in the R&R room." He paused, and then asked, "You coming?" 

"Y-yes," I answered. I looked around the room. Another wife was getting her pussy cleaned from her hubby. Guys were at the bar drinking and others were watching the porn on t.v. I noticed Bill rubbing his pants furiously as he watched another guy lick a woman's pussy. The whole situation was very surreal. Mike opened the door to the R&R room and we went inside. I walked in and turned to close the door. When I turned back, Mike had his pants unbuttoned and his cock out. I noticed that he was wearing a little pair of panties. 

"Ahhhh," he said, rubbing his dick. "God am I horny." I noticed that his cock was about the same size as mine. White and very average. Not very thick. I imagined that Tim's cock was bigger than both of our little cocks put together. Mike took off his pants and shirt - - well, all of his clothes and sat on the couch. He rubbed his cock, his eyes closed. After a minute he opened them and looked at me. 

"Hey, don't be shy on my account," he said, as he continued to jack off. 

I briefly hesitated, then quickly took my own clothes off. I too was wearing a little pair of panties. It was something that Anne and I had gotten into as we fantasized as about getting together with black men. Little did I know that this was something that I shared with other cucks! I sat down on the couch, naked, with my own little white hard-on. 

"Nice cock," said Mike. He was looking at my dick while he stroked his own. 

"Thanks." I answered. "Y-you too." I stroked my own hard cock. 

" I can just imagine Beth now," said Mike, jacking his cock, "getting drilled by some big black cocks." 

"Yeah, I answered, "all that cum leaking out of Anne was so hot." 

"God yes." said Mike. "She looked well fucked. She's not gonna want anything but black cock from now on." 

"N-No," I croaked in agreement. I slowed down on jerking because I knew I could pop at any moment. 

"Uh, you and Anne every play with any toys?" 

"What do you mean?" we both continued to stroke our cocks. Almost in unison. 

"Like dildos and stuff?" 

"Oh, yeah," I answered. "We have." I thought about Anne ramming her toy in to me and smiled. 

"Mmmm, us too," said Mike. He paused. "She ever fuck your ass with one?" 

"Y-yes." I said. I was stroking faster again. "You?" 

"Oh yeah. Beth loves to fuck me with her strap on." 

"That's hot," I said. I again imagined Anne fucking my ass with our dildo. 

"Yeah, very." said Mike. He stood up and went over to the table, got some lotion and walked back over. He stood in front of me, his cock bobbing inches from my face. He squirted some lotion into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. Up and down. It made a squishing noise. I looked up - he was staring at me. "You wanna?" 

I wasn't sure what he meant. "I don't see any dildos," I said. 

Mike continued to rub his cock in front of me. "I didn't mean dildos " he said. " I'll fuck you and then you can fuck me." 

I groaned. I was so hot. His suggestion was nasty and erotic. I knew that Anne would love to see it. "S-sure." 

"Over on the futon," he said. I went over and kneeled down. Mike got behind me. I was still stroking my cock when I felt his hand on my ass. I groaned a bit as he held my ass cheek with one hand and slowly slid a well greased finger into me. Ever so slowly he began sliding it in and out of my tight little ass. 

"Yeah, that's it," said Mike, "I think you like that." 

"Yes." I groaned. I was so hot thought I would explode. Thoughts of Anne kept running through my mind. I loved seeing her cunt full of cum - loved licking it out of her. I groaned again as I felt Mike work a second finger into me He had taken his other hand off my ass and was stroking himself again- getting himself nice and hard to fuck me. 

"Are you ready to get fucked now?" 

"Uh-huh," I mumbled. I had to force myself to stop stroking my own cock or I would have cum, hard, right then. Mike slid his fingers out of me. I felt the head of his cock brush against my ass. He pushed. I tried to relax. Not tense up. I felt the head slip in. I briefly thought about how Anne must feel getting fucked by a monster black cock. Mike's cock was not that big, but inside me it felt huge. I couldn't imagine Anne taking a ten or eleven inch dick all the way in her. These thoughts shot through me as mike sank in to his balls. 

"Oh yeah!" he groaned. "God that feels so good." I couldn't speak. I only nodded. Mike pulled his cock out and pushed in back into me. We both groaned. 

"Y-you like that?" I gasped. The mix of pain and pleasure was driving me crazy. Although the pain continued to fade and the pleasure continued to build. My little cock was rock hard as I rubbed it against the futon. I could feel myself getting ready to cum. Hard. 

"Ugh! OH, yeah!" answered Mike, speeding up his thrusting into me. "B-beth hasn't l-let me f-fuck her in a while!" He continued to pump in and out of my ass. "S-since she s-stared f-fucking b-black guys." 

"N-no?" I answered. "S-so you l-like this?" 

"God yes!" yelled Mike. He was pumping in and out of me faster and harder. His balls were slapping against my ass with a rhythmic sound. 

-slap- -slap- -slap- -slap- -slap- -slap- -slap- -slap- -slap- 

I was stroking my own hard cock. "Yeah, fuck me!" 

That was enough to put Mike over the edge. With a roar he exploded in my ass. I could feel the hot spurts of his cum shooting deep into me. Now I finally knew what Anne was talking about when she told me that she could feel me spurting inside of her when I came. All of this was enough to put me over the edge as well. I grunted hard and shot my own load all over the futon. Visions of Anne and hard black cocks danced in my mind. Mike continued to thrust in and out of my ass, coming down from his own sexual high. He slowed down and I felt his deflating cock slowly slide out of my ass with a wet and sticky plop. 




House Party



"Mike lay on the futon next to me. "God that was great," he said. "Thanks. 

He paused for a moment, then looked at me. "Oh, sorry man. You wanna?" He started to move into a position that I assume would let me fuck him. 

"Oh, ah, no thanks." I said, somewhat awkwardly. "I, um, ah." I pointed down to the cum all over the futon. "Sorry." 

Mike smiled. "Hey, its ok. That was really hot. I probably would have cum too if you fucked me first." He paused. "Besides, it seems like you really like to get fucked in the ass." 

"Well, um. . . " I stopped, not knowing how to answer. "So, uh, has it really been a while since you fucked your wife?" 

"Yeah," said Mike. He was cleaning his cock off with a rag. "At first, we didn't do it for a few days after the parties because she said that she was just too sore and also stretched out that she wouldn't feel my little dick in her anyway." 

"Um, I guess I can understand that," I answered. I had cleaned myself up a bit and had started to put my clothes back on. It was definitely a weird feeling to have Mike's cum in my ass as I slid my panties back up. I was leaking a bit and for some reason found that humorous. 

Mike continued. "Yeah, then she wanted to, uh, not do it, I mean with me, for a few days before a party to, um, you know, build up the sexual tension." 

"I see." I felt my cock start to stir again as I thought about Anne depriving us both of sex before a party. We'd both be climbing the walls because we would be so horny. 

"Well, the time after became longer and the time before became longer too." 

"So, uh, when was the last time that you got to fuck your wife?" I asked. 

Mike thought hard for a few moments. "Huh. I guess its been several months now." 

"Jeez," I said. "How do you both go without sex for so long?" 

"Well," he answered. "I jack off a lot. Beth likes to watch me jerk my cock in a little pair of panties. And um, she has a boyfriend." 

"What?" I was shocked. "Really?" 

Mike looked a bit sheepish. "Well, um, yeah. One of the guys from a party. They hit it off really really well. And, uh, they go out once or twice a week." 

"Damn," I said. "That's really hot." My cock was hard again. I could see the lump in Mike's pants as well." 

"No kidding," said Mike. We cleaned up the room as best we could and went back out into the main area. "I fucking love it when I dress her up for a date with her lover. They're planning on a long weekend away together this summer." 

"Nice!" I could only imagine Anne doing that with a hot black lover! 

We headed back over to the bar for some water or soft drinks. My legs were a bit wobbly from the fucking I just received. I felt a little better but was still horny. I noticed that a few of the guys were gone. 

"I imagine that some of the couples have left," said Mike. "Some of the ladies can only cum a few times and then they're done. Didn't seem that way for Anne." 

"N-no." I could only imagine what she was doing back upstairs. 

----------------------------------[as told to Eric by Anne]----------------------------------

Anne couldn't believe how horny she was again! Having Eric lick Tim's cum out of her messy pussy was so fucking hot! She was like a ball of fire again, even though she had already cum several times this evening. 

"So, what would you like to do?" asked Tim, as they reached the top of the stairs. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, you're probably tired. We could just chill for a while. Have a drink and chill on the couch. I know its your first time and all. You're probably kind of wiped out right now." 

Anne smiled at Tim's sweet concern. Sitting on the couch and drinking a glass of wine might be nice. Anne, however, didn't come to the party to be nice. 

"I guess we could do that," said Anne, as she stepped close to Tim. Her big tits mashed into his chest and she grabbed his crotch. "Or you could fine that friend that you were talking about." 

She could feel Tim begin to stiffen. "Are you sure?" 

"MMMMMMM, oh yeah," answered Anne. She wasn't going to let all of these thick black cocks get away from her tonight! 

"Ok, I'll be right back. Stay right here." 

Anne noticed that they were standing in a little side room. A few other guys were in the room as well. Black of course. As soon as Tim walked away, another quickly came up to Anne. 

"Hey," the guys said to Anne, checking her out. 

"Hi," answered Anne. This new guy was big, black and hot. 

"Wanna dance," said the guy. He was quite cocky and sure of himself. 

Anne didn't see Tim hurrying back. "Sure." 

The music was soft and erotic. Anne wrapped her arms around this new guy's neck and he began kneading her ass. He pulled her close and she could feel his big cock on her belly. 

"I-I'm Anne." She could feel herself getting flushed. 

"Mmmmm. Hi Anne," he said into her ear. "I'm your new boyfriend Colonel." He was quite cocky as he answered her. 

"Huh?" said Anne. Colonel had slid his hand up her thigh and was pushing a finger or two into her pussy as they danced. It was getting harder and harder for Anne to concentrate because of the wonderful feeling radiating from her sopping wet crotch. "W-what about. . .?" 

"James? Don't you worry about him. You have your fun with him tonight. But you and me are gonna be fucking from now on." 

"Uh, ah, well, I'm. . . "Colonel had quickly unzipped his pants and placed Anne's hand on his cock. Huge and thick. She instinctively began sliding her hand up and down. 

"Married?" Colonel smirked as he said it. 

"Uh, huh. ohhhh. . . " moaned Anne. Colonel was plunging three fingers into her soppng wet pussy now. She was close to cumming again. 

"Great, the little sissy will get you ready for our dates, 'cause after tonight, the only cock you're gonna be fucking from now on is my big fat black one. Ok?" 

"Uh huh. . . "Anne's eyes rolled up in her head. She could feel herself getting even wetter and hotter. 

"You're a hot little slut, aren't you?" said Colonel, his fingers pushing in and out of Anne's pussy. 

"Yessss," was all that Anne could say. Colonel had gotten her so hot, so fast! Perhaps it was the whole evening. Maybe it was his attitude! Such a cocky guy. Such a real man! Whatever had caused it, Anne felt like her body was on fire. 

"What's going on here?" said a booming voice. Anne turned, startled, and saw Tim standing with his hands on his hips, staring at the two and looking mad. 

"What'chu mean man?" answered Colonel. He kept his fingers deep inside Anne. She turned and saw a serious look on his face as well. The idea of two big cocked black men, facing each other, strangely was turning her on. A lot! Two black bulls fighting for her little white pussy. Anne moaned with need. 

Colonel backed away from Anne, finally removing his fingers from her pussy. His baggy pants fell to the ground, leaving his huge cock to bob obscenely in front of him. Tim walked towards the two. 

Oh, so it's gonna be like that huh?" Tim walked right up next to Anne and quickly undid his own pants. They also fell to the ground and his large cock stood out erect in front of him. Anne licked her lips and looked from one to the other. She wasn't sure what these two studs would do next. Fight? Wrestle with their big cocks sticking out? The thought made Anne squirm. Very hot. She realized that her own hand was rubbing her pussy. She also noticed that neither man had saud anything. When she looked up at both, she saw that they were both smiling. . . trying not to laugh. 

Colonel looked at her. "We're just playing with you," he said. 

"Yeah," said Tim, now laughing. 

Anne was mad at first at the joke being played on her. Then she smiled. "So no cock fight over little ol' me?" she said sweetly. She thrust her chest out a bit more as she said it. and both men's eyes were drawn to her large tits. 

"No," answered Colonel, putting his hand on her ass. "We're just gonna take you upstairs and fuck you." 

Anne smiled as the three, after the two men pulled their pants back up, went to the stairs. As they climbed, Anne turned to Colonel. 

"What about the part of you being my boyfriend?" she asked. 

"Oh, that part's true," he answered. 

Anne turned towards Tim. "Is that ok with you?" She didn't want to upset the guy she was having so much fun with so far that evening. 

Tim smiled. "Well, I, uh, got my own white wife girlfriend. So, um, its ok with me." He was clearly a little nervous that Anne would be upset about that. She wasn't. 

"Great!" said Anne, smiling. She couldn't wait to share the good news with Eric! 

At the top of the steps, the three went down the now familiar hallway. Anne, however, found that many of the once occupied rooms were now empty. 

"Where did everybody go?" she asked the two men. 

"Most are gone I s'pose," answered Tim. "People don't mess around at these parties. They get right to the fucking. And when they're done. . . "He didn't finish the sentence. 

"Yes?" Anne asked. 

"They leave." 

Anne smiled. "You mean, the guys don't want to stay around and talk and cuddle?" 

Colonel laughed at that." "That's what your little dicked white hubby is for!" The two men continued to laugh and Anne smiled. It was true though. She knew that she would be able to tell Eric about this night for a long time. She thought about his little white dick getting hard in his cute little girlie panties as he used his magical tongue on her pussy while she whispered brief glimpses into her night of getting fucked by two big dicked black men. Anne shivered with excitement at the thought, which brought her back to the moment. 

The three went into a room that was different from the one that Anne and Tim had used before. The bed was a bit bigger. And it was directly across from another room. And it was occupied! Anne turned in the doorway and looked over. Another woman, blond, was riding a cock for al she was worth. She was moaning continuously as she bounced up and down. The black man beneath her was letting her do all the work. He simply supplied the big black fuck pole. 

"Nice, isn't she," Tim whispered in Anne's ear. He had moved a hand around Anne's chest and was massaging her large left breast. His other hand was caressing her ass. 

"Mmmm hmmmm," moaned Anne in response. "D-do you know her?" 

"Yeah, that's Beth," said Tim. His hand had moved from Anne's breast to her pussy. Tim had pulled Anne's skirt up, and he was rubbing her clit. His hand, plus the idea of flashing the other couple, were really turning her on. It didn't matter that they were paying her no attention, she was still getting more aroused. Through the fog of her excitement, Anne was still able to think about the situation and the people in the house. 

"She's your married white girlfriend, isn't she?" Anne asked Tim. 

"Mmmm, very good. You get a prize. What would you like little girl?" 

Anne smiled. "How about two big black lollipops to play with?" she answered. 

"Are you sure that you can handle two?" asked Colonel. He was obviously serious. Anne turned and looked at him. Then she kissed him, long and hard. SHe was touched by the fact that even in the midst of al of this sexual frenzy, he was looking out for her. It was much appreciated. 

"I think so," she answered. She looked back over at Beth and the other black man, who were still fucking. "Doesn't she get, um. . .? I mean, don't you?" Anne was unsure how to phrase her question. 

"No. There's no jealousy at the parties," answered Tim. He smiled. "I know that I get her the rest of the time." 

"Um, what about?" 

"Her husband? He knows that and loves it too." 

Anne was a bit confused. "But, um, don't they still?" 

"Not for several months," Tim answered. "I told her that her pussy was mine now, and that his little pecker didn't get to fuck her anymore." 

"So, what does he, um, do for his pleasure?" Anne was getting turned on by the idea Beth not having sex with her husband and only with her black lover. 

"She tells him when he can take his little dick out of his panties and jerk off." 

"T-that's it?" 

"Yep." 

"O-oh." It was almost too much for Anne to take in one night. She could only imagine what it would be like with Eric. Him in his cute little panties all the time, waiting for her to let him jerk off. Knowing that she was going out and getting fucked by bigger and better cocks than his! Her head was spinning and she was very very horny!! 

"Are you two coming or what?" asked Colonel. Anne looked over and saw him laying sprawled on the bed naked. His big cock was laying across his thigh. Even soft it was enormous. 

"Mmmmm, definitely coming soon," said Anne. 

She went over to the bed and crawled between Colonel's legs. She grabbed his cock and tried to swallow the big mushroom shaped head. 

Tried. 

While she could get most of it into her mouth, it was simply too big. Anne wondered briefly how porn stars were able to swallow so much cock. She was to again content herself with licking the shaft and head -- kissing and licking all over. She slid the still growing shaft up and down in one hand, and lightly caressed Colonel's balls in the other. Anne was so into Colonel's big cock and balls that she almost didn't notice Tim's hands on her ass. Anne paused and looked behind her. Tim's cock was bobbing obscenely in front of him. She felt him pull her back on the bed. 

"Slide back a bit." Anne scooted back. She felt Tim move his hand between her legs, holding her open. Ready to be penetrated. She was so wet from cum, saliva and her own juices that he slid right in. So big and so good! 

"OOHHHHH," moaned Anne, as she was filled up again. Tim's cock felt so food in her. So right. She loved the full feeling that he gave her. So deep and wide in her tight pussy. A feeling that Eric's cock just didn't give her. Focusing a bit, she turned back to Colonel's cock. She tried to kiss and suck it some more, but Tim began fucking her and she moaned again. 

"You like that?" asked Tim. 

"God yes," answered Anne. She saw stars as she had a small orgasm. 

"She likes it so much that she isn't giving my cock any love," said Colonel. 

"Maybe a little DP then?" asked Tim. 

"Huh?" Anne was dazed by the feeling in her pussy. Did he just say? 

"Sounds good to me," answered Colonel. "What do you want?" 

Tim smiled. "I'll take her ass." 

"Wait." Anne wasn't sure what just happened, but she did feel herself getting even wetter. Then she felt Tim slide out of her with a pop. Colonel easily moved Anne up as he slid down. He was quickly underneath her. His big cock lined up with her gaping pussy and slid right in. 

"OOHHHHH!" moaned Anne. He felt as good as Tim. Perhaps even better. So big and thick inside of her! As Anne fucked herself on Colonel's big cock, he whispered in her ear. 

"I'll be having your ass a lot in the future." Anne could only moan again. Tim quickly went over to the dresser and grabbed some lube. 'Lube Tube,' Anne thought. That made her smile. Although she couldn't see it, she imagined Tim squirting a bog dollop on his hand and rubbing it all over his big black cock. Then she felt him part her ass cheeks and slide a finger deep into her tight little asshole. 

"Mmmmm." Anne loved the new sensation. Colonel's big cock stuffed into her pussy and Tim's finger in her ass. His big finger, Anne thought. It felt so damn good! She thought that Tim's finger was probably bigger than Eric's dick! Before she got too comfortable though, Tim slid a second finger into her. It burned for a bit, but Anne tried to relax. and soon the pain turned back into pleasure. Colonel had stopped moving beneath her, giver her body time to adjust to the new feelings. 

Anne moaned and heard the squishing noise of Tim's finger sliding in and out. She could feel yet another giant orgasm building within her. 

"Fuck me," she moaned. Tim smiled and looked at Colonel. He smiled as well. They both knew. Another white married cum slut for black men. She would crave big black cock from now on! Tim eased his fingers out of her ass, and lined his cock up with her now stretched open little hole. He went in REAL slow. Anne was surprised at how easily the big head of his cock slid into her ass. The feeling was mind-numbing. She kept getting more and more full of cock. Black cock. 

Tim could feel Colonel's cock in Anne's pussy. A strange sensation, but one that they had shared with many many other married white wives. Women like Anne would just not be satisfied with hubby's little dick like they would be when stuffed with black cock. The more the better! The bigger the better. After several long, agonizing minutes, Anne felt Tim close to her. 

"All in baby," he whispered in her ear. "Ready to fuck?" 

"Uhm oh, ahm uh," was all that Anne could utter. She was seeing stars and was afraid that she was going to black out. Tim took that response for a yes and eased out. Then back in. And out. And in. He began a nice slow rhythm. Anne moaned. A lot. Colonel began to move underneath her as well. While certainly not easy, the two big black men had done this enough times in the past to have worked out a nice pace that worked for both of them. 

Anne was breathing hard. Colonel kissed her nose. She looked at him, eyes glazed, and smiled weakly. 

"Like this?" Colonel asker her. Anne could only nod a bit. She couldn't concentrate on anything but the feeling, the wonderful feeling. In her pussy. In her ass. All over her tired and well-fucked body. The two men began to move faster inside of her. And harder. 

"OH! OH GOD!" Anne yelled. She moved to a whole new plateau. This orgams was coming on like a freight train. "F-FUUUUCK!" 

"Yeah baby," grunted Tim. "Take it." He was now slamming into her ass. His huge cock sawing in and out. Colonel's cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. Anne's little white body almost being thrown between the two men. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" yelled Colonel. "I'm gonna cum slut!" 

"OH! OH! OH! N-NYAAAAAAA!!!!!" screamed Anne. The orgasm hit her like an explosion going off in her belly. 

"Yeahhhh!" screamed Tim, pumping his own cum deep into her ass. His cock spurted repeatedly. 

"FUUUUUUCK!" answered Colonel. His cock spurting thick ropes of gooey cum deep into Anne's pussy. The three came for almost a full minute. Yelling, writhing, moaning and sweating! Tim tenderly pulled out of Anne's ass and collapsed on the bed beside the other two. He looked over at the pair. Colonel looked back and smiled. 

"That was ok," said Colonel. 

"Fucking hot," answered Tim. 

"Unbelievable," said Beth, standing in the doorway. She and the other black guy were watching and smiling. 

"Thanks," said Tim. "I'd say that you could be next, but I'm gonna need more time than a few minutes to recover from that one." 

Beth smiled. "That's ok. We can make up for it when we go out on our date next Thursday." 

"Mmmmmm, you bet baby," answered Tim. "Make sure that your hubby has you bathed, shaved and all pretty for me." 

"Of course." Beth turned to the other black man. "That got me all hot again. Wanna go fuck again, or should I go downstairs and have my husband lick my pussy for a while?" 

The two walked out of the room, discussing their options of more sex. 

"Hey man, she's out cold," said Colonel, referring to Anne, who was still lying on top of him. His cock had slid out of her pussy, but he didn't want to move her off of him. 

"Not a surprise," said Tim. He got up. "Why don't we get her cleaned up a bit?" Colonel moved Anne a bit, and his big cock slid completely out of her pussy. Cum was flowing out of Anne like a river. 

"I bet her hubby would love this mess," said Colonel. 

"Yeah," answered Tim. "Should we just take her down there?" 

"Nah," said Colonel. "Let's take her to the shower. I'll clean my lady up with some soap and water." 




House Party



My wife has always had a knack for surprising me. Although she is normally pretty conservative, she is also outgoing and vivacious, especially if she's had a few drinks. She is also tall, slender, and an attractive package.

We are now in our late fifties, but when we were in our early thirties and lived in the Northeast, we had some pretty crazy neighborhood parties. There was plenty of liquor along with dinner and parties tended to last into the early morning hours. 

Walt, our next-door neighbor, was rather small and thin, but he was a horny devil according to his wife Lynn. Walt suggested that we all play a game of strip poker after dinner. There was a lot of joking around during the meal, with toasts to the gal's beauty. I'm sure all five of the men, including me, were imagining what the gals might look like naked as we ate and passed around the wine.

All agreed to hold desert until later. We cleared the table before pouring after dinner drinks. Walt again brought up what most were thinking about, judging from the glances flashing back and forth.

"So, who's ready for a little game of poker?" Walt asked.

Emily, our hostess, quickly replied, "You can see the dining table from the sidewalk, so we can't play sitting around the table." 

Her response didn't exactly rule anything out, but it wasn't approval either. I think she wanted to get a sense of what the other gals thought.

Margie, our European neighbor, laughed as she looked outside. "Yeah, we'd better go to the living room. It faces the backyard so it will be more private."

My wife, Barb, was silent. She seemed to be reluctant to make a commitment, one way or the other.

Mary asked her husband, Burt to get her another toddy. When he left, she spoke up. "I'm game, but I don't know if Burt will go along."

"I'll go ask him privately," Margie volunteered. "I'll give you a nod, Mary, if he agrees."

Dave, our host, seemed to be okay with Emily's tacit agreement to play if we left the dining table.

Frankly, I was anxious to play, knowing how arousing it would be to see Barb shed her clothes in front of our friendly neighbors. Walt had often commented about how our two wives resembled each other, so it would be interesting to see if his observation was correct.

Margie and Burt returned with Mary's drink. Margie nodded and smiled as she handed the glass to Mary. I also noticed a small grin crease Burt's face. Mary had the largest breasts of the group and Burt was a few years older than the rest of us. I think he secretly wanted to show off his younger 'trophy' wife a bit.

Dave turned to Emily. "I'll go find a deck of cards, Walt. Why don't you make everyone comfortable on the living room floor."

When Emily started for the door, we all just followed her to their large living room and instinctively formed a loose circle. We sat boy/girl and Emily made sure each couple separated. Dave returned with the cards and began to shuffle.

My wife followed along, but she had been silent about playing. I sat there wondering if she would take something off. The tension was palpable. 

"Okay, if you are playing, you must put something in the pot," Walt announced as he tossed a shoe into the center of our circle. 

Everyone followed and soon there was a pile of ten shoes. Cards dealt and the game began. I was mildly surprised that Barb joined the game, and I was unsure how far things would go.

Ivan, Margie's husband, won the first hand and he pushed the pile of shoes behind him before tossing his shoe back into the pot. We all followed and built a new pile. 

There was a lot of banter back and forth about the rules for the game. Some thought that only the low hand should have to forfeit an article. Dave said, as host, he would set the rules. He said that would just prolong things and since it was late, we should make it a quick game. To a group of drunks, his logic won out.

Emily won the second hand, leaving everyone without shoes except Ivan and her. The game went on and it wasn't too long until the men were down to underwear and the women were sporting various panty/bra combinations. 

It was exciting to see Margie's lacy set and Lynn's slightly transparent silky set. Barb wore a pair of white nylon panties and a plain white bra, but Walt seemed to enjoy ogling my wife anyway.

Emily wore plain white underwear like my wife, but her curvy figure was entirely different. Emily was also aroused. She had tiny beads of perspiration on her upper lip and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Mary was an Irish redhead. Her large breasts bulged from her bra. She was sitting next to me and I could see wisps of red hair peeking out of both sides of her bikini panties. My cock swelled noticeably as I glanced around the circle.

"I think it's getting too late to finish this game," Emily announced. "After all, you guys have now seen us in our underwear, isn't that enough for tonight?"

Walt groaned. "We're just getting started, Emily!"

"I agree with Emily," Mary stated. "I should have picked out more conservative undies. I'm too exposed already."

Burt began to nod his agreement, seeing that Mary was truly uncomfortable with her hairy red bush partially exposed and the tops of her light pink nipples peeking out of her bra.

"Well, we can pick up the game next time, I guess," Dave announced. "Let's have a nightcap and just talk for a while, okay?"

The poker game quickly cooled off. Some began to search for their clothes in the various piles, but Dave interrupted. 

"I called off the game, but nobody said anything about getting dressed. It's now come as you are nightcap time!"

I joined the others in laughing at our common predicament. Poor Mary was still partially exposed, and Lynn's brown bush was visible through her thin panties. Several semi-stiff dicks, including mine, were easy to spot pressing against our Jockey shorts. 

The circle broke up and we filled our glasses with brandy or sweet stuff. I headed for a bathroom to relieve myself and try to tame the stiffness.

*** Returning to the living room, I sat on the couch between Lynn and Mary, a neighbor on each side of me.

"I can't believe that I'm sitting here like this," Mary mumbled. "I've got to put something on."

Lynn leaned across me, her right breast pressing into my side. "No fair, Mary. Besides, I think Paul is enjoying the view."

I smiled and turned sideways to examine Mary thoroughly. "Yes, I think you look very charming, Mary," I replied. "I've often wondered if you are a true redhead...now I know that you are."

"Yeah, Burt keeps telling me that I need to trim the shrubs," she giggled. "Oh well, you've all seen me now, so it doesn't much matter anymore."

Lynn leaned back and laughed. "Show him your tits, Mary," she teased. 

"You first, Lynn," Mary retorted with a chuckle. "You have all seen most of mine because they pooch out of my bra so much."

"Good idea, Mary," I grinned. "You go first, Lynn. Walt keeps saying you and Barb look a lot alike, so let's find out for sure."

I really didn't expect Lynn to agree, but as Mary and I waited, Lynn shrugged and lifted the bottom of her bra up to her chin, releasing her firm boobs. They did, indeed, look much like my Barb's tits. They were nice, firm cones with only a little sag. Lynn's small pink nipples were identical to Barb's also. Lynn did have a lot of freckles, I noticed.

"There, did you see enough?" Lynn challenged. Mary smiled. "I sure wish mine were still firm like that."

I turned to Mary. "Now, it's your turn." Mary slowly shook her head. "I really shouldn't, you know."

She glanced around, evidently to see if Burt was nearby. Then, she pulled the cups of her bra away and down, releasing her two large globes, crowned by two large, light pink nipples. 

Moments later, she replaced her bra and sat back breathing hard.

"Perfect, Mary, just perfect," I stated admiringly. "They're so soft and full. I'm surprised that you don't have many freckles. In fact, Lynn has more freckles than you do."

Lynn poked me in the ribs. "You weren't supposed to look that closely, you cad! You are as bad as my Walt."

"Speaking of Walt, where is he?" I asked Lynn.

"How would I know. He's such a sneaky devil."

Burt entered the living room and Mary quickly rose and took him by the arm into the kitchen. I think she was making sure that her husband didn't see the stiff bulge in my shorts.

Soon afterward, Emily joined us, taking Mary's place next to me. "Are you two having fun?"

"Mary just showed Paul her big tits," Lynn whispered to Emily.

Emily grinned. "From the look of things, she must have some nice ones."

I followed Emily's gaze down to my bulge and saw it pulse involuntarily. 

"They were indeed. So were Lynn's, I added." 

"Shame on you, Lynn, you didn't say that you showed yours too," Emily giggled.

"Tattle tale," Lynn pouted. "Now, you have to show us."

I was now in the hot seat. Lynn had challenged me to expose myself.

"Yeah, let's see it," Emily urged. "It must be pretty nice based on the size of that bulge."

Thinking quickly, I said, "I'll show you if you both slip your panties down and give me a peek too."

"It's a deal," Emily agreed. "Right, Lynn?"

Lynn nodded. Now it was up to me. I stood and faced two gals who were now transfixed and waiting. I hooked my thumbs into my Jockey shorts and slowly lowered them to my knees. My stiff cock bobbed up and down at their eye level. 

Emily licked the moisture from her upper lip and stared rather hungrily at the bobbing head facing her. My neighbor, Lynn, said nothing but, instead, reached out and held me in her hand. She rubbed her finger over the smooth head and smiled. 

"It's nice and thick, Paul, thanks for sharing."

I pulled my shorts back up and sat down. "Okay, girls, show me two pussies," I purred.

I saw Emily look around, trying to see if any others were looking. She stood, reached across me, and pulled Lynn up by one arm. "On the count of three," Emily said.

It was only for a few seconds, but I got a nice view of Lynn's light brown bush. Truly, I could have been looking at my wife's pussy because they were almost identical. Lynn's pubic hair did have just a bit more of a reddish tinge. 

Emily's was different. Emily had trimmed her darker, thicker bush into a small, neat triangle. 

They pulled up their panties and sat back down. "Dave likes to trim me a little bit," Emily said, answering my unspoken question.

Lynn leaned over me again, putting her warm hand on my upper thigh. "You have to show him your tits too, Emily, that's our rule."

"Sure, why not," Emily agreed. "They aren't much, but they're all I've got."

Emily stood and removed her bra completely, exposing her b cup breasts and erect, brown nipples. "Dave loves to suck on these," she boasted as she pulled on her erect nipples.

"Very nice, Emily," I responded. "My compliments to Mother Nature, they look delicious."

"You can have a taste if you like, but not tonight," Emily teased.

Burt wandered into the room and stopped short when he saw Emily's bare boobs. "Have you seen Mary?" he asked. 

We all shook our heads. "

Emily stood and walked up to Burt. "I'll help you find her."

Emily led Burt by the hand in the direction of the den, leaving Lynn and I together sipping our drinks.

"I think Emily enjoys showing off," Lynn offered. "She's short, but very cute, don't you think?"

I just nodded, wondering where Lynn's comment was going. Before she could speak again, Burt and Emily returned with Mary trailing behind them. They busied themselves trying to sort through the piles of discarded clothing, then Burt and Mary began dressing.

"You don't have to leave," Emily insisted, "we still have desert."

Burt fastened his belt. "Maybe next time," he muttered as he hurried Mary along.

After Mary and Burt departed, Emily returned to our couch and plopped next to me. 

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"We found Mary in the den," Emily explained. "She was busy sucking my husband's dick and didn't see Burt and I walk into the room. I don't think Burt was very happy seeing his young wife in that position. Oh well."

"What about you, Emily?" Lynn asked quietly. "How did you feel?"

Emily shrugged. "Dave and I are pretty lenient with each other. We find that it adds a little extra spice to life. I hope Burt gets over it soon and doesn't hassle Mary too much. I'll bet that it was Dave's idea. He has a thing for big boobies, maybe because mine are somewhere near the other end of the scale."

Lynn sighed. "Maybe it's time for us to go too. It's getting pretty late."

Burt and Mary's departure put a bit of a damper on things and I agreed with Lynn.

"Let's go find our spouses and put ourselves back together," I suggested to Lynn.

"Nobody's in the den. Dave went to the kitchen, so Walt and Barb must be somewhere upstairs," Emily volunteered.

I followed Lynn up the two-level stairway, admiring the way her firm ass moved in her thin panties. Together, we checked the office and the guestroom. The office was empty, but we found Margie and Ivan in the guestroom. Margie was busily riding her husband's long cock, and neither acknowledged us as Lynn and I took a moment to watch Margie slide up and down. 

"Ivan's got a long one, huh?" Lynn whispered as we moved past the doorway.

Holding hands now, Lynn and I moved quietly down the hall to the master bedroom. I began to feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Why would Barb be up here? Is she with Walt? 

Dave and Emily's bedroom was spacious, with an alcove facing the woods out back. First, I was relieved to see that the king-size bed was empty, then my heartbeat surged when Lynn and I looked into the alcove. 

There, on a maroon, upholstered chaise lounge, my wife lay stretched out with her legs splayed apart. Walt was next to the chaise and facing away from us. He wasn't wearing his underwear. It was obvious that he was busy sucking on Barb's left breast as his fingers fondled her right. Walt's other hand was busy inside my wife's panties. The movement of his hand clearly indicated that to me that he had one or more fingers inside Barb's tight pussy.

It is difficult to recall all of the emotions that surged through my body in those few seconds after our discovery. I was witness to my next-door neighbor sexually stimulating my wife, and my wife apparently responding to his mouth and hands. I'm sure there was a mixture of jealousy, rage, curiosity, and surprise, along with a heavy dose of arousal. My cock was now like a steel rod in my Jockey's.

Thankfully, Lynn waited to see what I would say or do.

I stepped a little closer and cleared my dry throat. "Honey, the others are leaving. When you are done, let's go downstairs and find our stuff."

Barb's eyes snapped open and she tried to rise. Her movement caused Walt to fall away, exposing his small, but very hard penis. 

"Oh, Paul, I'm sorry. I'll come with you right now!" Barb sputtered as she realized her position.

I stepped to the chaise, picked up my wife's bra and handed it to her. "Here, honey, let me help you put it back on. It's okay, don't worry."

Walt quickly slipped his briefs back on and exited with Lynn following close behind him. 

Barb's shoulders seem to slump as I helped her arms through her bra straps and carefully refastened the snaps in the back. 

"Too much to drink," Barb mumbled as she slowly shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her brain.

"We all had way too much to drink tonight," I confirmed. I put my arms around my wife and squeezed her tightly. I'm sure that she could feel my hardness against her bottom as I kissed her neck. "I love you, baby, never forget that," I added softly.

"How will I ever be able to face them again?" Barb moaned. "Lynn is going to hate me. You are going to hate me."

"Wait and see," I advised. "I certainly don't hate you. I think Lynn and Walt have played around like this before. I know that Dave and Emily are very open-minded too. Nothing serious really happened, did it?"

Barb turned in my arms and gazed into my eyes. "No, nothing...well nothing really serious I guess," she replied very tentatively.

I kissed my wife lovingly. "Tell me," I half-ordered.

Barb hesitated, apparently trying to clearly recall what had transpired. 

"I needed to pee, but the downstairs bathroom was busy, so I went upstairs to use the master bath. Walt was in their bedroom talking with Margie and Ivan. The three of them were lying on the bed when I closed the bathroom door."

"When I opened the door again, Ivan and Margie were gone, but Walt was sitting over on the lounger. He said something to me and I walked over to answer. He started telling me how I looked like Lynn. He wanted to see if my breasts were like hers. Here I was in only my bra and panties; talking to him like it was a normal thing to do." 

"I said that I couldn't do that, but he kept talking to me and putting his hand on my leg. He insisted that I sit down and talk to him, so I did. That's when he kissed me and I somehow ended up lying back on the lounger."

I nodded as she confessed. "Is that when we walked in on you?"

"Oh, not at that point. Walt took off his underwear then and he told me he wanted me to suck him. He was hard and it was sticking right out there. For some reason, he looked and sounded pretty pathetic."

"So, did you do it?"

"I sort of did, but just a little bit. I kissed the head. It was wet and leaking. He managed to get a little of it in my mouth, but then I told him that was enough and made him stop."

He told me, "I'll stop if you let me take off your bra."

"So that is how you lost your bra?" I whispered.

"Yeah, I thought if he got to see my boobs, then he would leave me alone."

I smiled at my naïve wife. "But seeing your breasts made him want to suck on them instead, right?"

"Uh huh. He sucked on one, then the other. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't seem to do it right then. I was pretty much out of control at that point, I think."

I nodded my understanding, recalling my own encounters with Emily and Lynn earlier. "How did it feel to have Walt's hand in your panties and his fingers inside you?"

Barb shuddered. "It happened so quickly. All of a sudden, he was sort of holding me down and his fingers were inside. You know how I love that, don't you?"

"Yeah, it turns you on instantly," I agreed.

"He only did it a little before you and Lynn surprised us. I hate to think what would have happened if you had waited a few more minutes!"

I grinned at my vivacious wife. "Who knows, you might have really enjoyed feeling another man. I've been your only lover...as far as I know."

Barb recovered enough to swat at my arm. "You know you are the only one!"

"Don't you sometimes wonder what it would be like to experience another man?"I asked seriously. "Didn't you look around the circle tonight and check out the bulges?"

"You were watching me?" Barb asked.

"That's as good as a confession," I chuckled. "It's alright, honey. I'm okay with anything you decide you want to experience. I mean that."

"Well, if I did decide to do anything, it probably wouldn't be with Walt. He's pretty small, in case you didn't notice."

"I did notice," I admitted. "Poor Lynn must wonder what an average or large dick feels like." I put my hand on my wife's bare back. "We need to get downstairs and find our clothes. We may be the last to leave at this rate."

We found our clothes and quickly dressed while Dave and Emily sat nearby and chatted with us. 

"I hope you both had a good time," Emily offered, trying to determine if we were upset.

I was surprised at Barb's response. "It was a fun party, Emily. I think it is our turn next month. I'll have to think hard to come up with a way to outdo you, hun."




House Party



Evidently, my response to discovering my wife and neighbor in each other's arms was reassuring for Barb. The world was not going to end, and neither would our neighborhood house parties!

Dave's smile gave his devious mind away. Emily was still topless and all smiles too as she hugged each of us at their front door. I shook Dave's hand and he gave me an evil wink. 

"We're already looking forward to next month," Dave told us as we stepped onto their porch to start our short walk home.



House Party



Josie and I had been invited to a house party at the home of one of Josie's girl friends. It didn't sound like we would know that many people there but we both felt like partying and decided we may as well go. Both my wife and I had downed a couple drinks so we had to catch a cab there. When we arrived at the party Josie and I split up, she went to find her friend and I went to make us a couple drinks and put our stuff away. 

When I found her next Josie was with her friend who was introducing her to a couple guys, Mark and Chris. Mark was a scrawnier guy with short, spiky hair, cargo shorts and a polo while Chris was slightly taller than I am with short brown shaggy hair and wearing blue jeans with a white beater. She shook their hands and Chris made a comment about how beautiful she looked. Josie blushed slightly, thanking him for the compliment. When I joined the group Josie introduced me to Mark, Chris and her friend; as I had not met her yet either. 

Chris looked at me, saying "I hope you don't mind my saying but you have one hell of a wife there, John, you are a lucky man" We all chuckled and I smiled, thanking him, telling him no offence was taken. 

After more small talk, and some subtle flirting between Josie and Chris, we all hit the dance floor for a while. Josie danced with me for a bit, moving seductively to the music, she then moved to her right and began dancing with Mark, sort of joking around flailing her arms to the music. After a moment she moved on to Chris, dancing much closer than she had been with Mark. The crowd of dancers was thick but I saw as he put his arm out and caressed the small of her back, pulling her slightly closer. Josie put her hand on his chest; feeling, caressing back and forth. She turned around and backed against him, pushing her body tight against his and then suddenly leaving him to dance back toward me. 

She came up and put her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately. We continued kissing, our hands roaming wildly. Josie looked into my eyes and whispered "I'm so fucking horny, John, I need you..." I pulled her close, kissing her and telling her that I wanted her badly but that I had to run to the washroom first, promising that I would take her away somewhere afterwards. Josie pouted at me, reluctantly letting me go. 

It took me a few minutes to find the washroom and even longer in the line up to get in. It had been over 10 minutes by the time I got back to the dance floor and Josie was nowhere to be seen. It took a minute but eventually I saw Josie's friend and asked if she had seen her but was told that she had not seen anyone for a while. I headed out to look around the party to find my wife. 

I covered the whole first floor, running into Mark in the kitchen. He told me he saw Josie and Chris grabbing a drink in the kitchen about ten minutes earlier but had not seen them leave. I continued my search, spotting the staircase that goes downstairs. I wasn't familiar with the house so I slowly worked my way down in the darkness. I could see a couple cracks of light coming from some of the doors in the hallway. 

I walked slowly down the hall so I didn't trip in the dark when I heard a husky male voice say 

"Are you sure about this? What if your husband finds out?" 

I peeked around the corner of the door way and saw my wife and Chris sitting next to each other on a couch in what appeared to be a guest room. 

"Don't worry, I'm going to tell him anyways and I know for a fact that he's going to enjoy hearing about this." she tells him. 

Chris had a shocked look on his face but seemed to take it all in stride, saying "Well, if you're sure..." 

At this point I got a good look at the scene before me. Looking down I saw Chris's cock in Josie's hand and her eyes were open wide; her hand barely covered the bottom half of his shaft! I watched as my sexy wife leaned forward and slowly licked the head of his cock, all the way around, twisting her tongue around it. She began to move her mouth on his shaft, up and down just over the head, sucking hard. 

Josie stopped for a minute looking up at him and saying "If this is going to happen it's going to happen my way, now stand up in front of me" Chris readily agreed with her, standing up and dropping his pants.

He put his cock to my wife's lips again and said, "Please Josie, your mouth feels so good." Grabbing his rear with her hands she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of it as she could, which was maybe a little over half. 

As she moved her head back to take a break her eyes rose up and met mine in the doorway. Her gaze lingered on mine for a moment, even as she began to go back down on his big cock. Josie released one hand and beckoned me to come in with one finger. I closed the door behind me and took my pants off, releasing my painfully erect cock. 

She stopped sucking on his cock long enough to say "You see what happens when you leave me all alone and in need, John? Not that it appears to have bothered you too much," she giggled "does watching me suck on this big dick turn you on, honey?" she says as she noticed my erection. 

Josie continued to stroke Chris while leaning towards me and swallowing my cock all the way down, slithering her tongue all over, taking me right into her throat. She took her mouth off my cock and sat there holding both our cocks, one in each hand. Chris had to be 10" at least and made my wife's hand look tiny. I don't think I'm small by any means but this thing was ridiculous. 

Josie looked at each of us in turn and asked "Who's going to fuck me first?" I looked at Chris and told him that he should go ahead, he was there first anyways.

"Are you sure honey? Look at his cock, that thing is going to stretch my little pussy" she says. 

I wink at her telling Chris again to go ahead but that I had to take care of one thing first. I laid her down and begin to kiss and lick her extremely soaking pussy. Her wetness was literally dripping, and I just lapped it up. 

"Okay, if that's how you want it baby get out of his way and let him at my pussy." 

I shuffled out of the way as Josie spread her legs wider. Chris lined up his cock and slowly began entering my wife's tight little pussy. It seemed as if he was continuously inserting it, like it just wouldn't stop. He got about half way inside and stopped, giving her little hole time to adapt to that large of a cock. 

He slowly started to move back, once again taking forever sliding his cock out and then back in slightly deeper this time. 

"Ooooh" Josie let out a big moan, unable to control herself. "I have never felt anything like this before!" she exclaimed "I'm just so full." 

Chris continued slowly fucking her, taking his time pushing his big cock in and out of her tight little pussy. He reached down and played with her clit while continuing to screw her. I moved in and began kissing, first her neck and then her mouth. I could feel her panting between our kisses from the passion of her love making. 

I looked into her eyes as she bit her lip "This is so good baby; his cock is stretching my pussy so much." 

She told him she needed a break and that he should stand next to her. As Chris moved his cock to Josie's face level I moved down and started licking and sucking on her clit and pussy. She was still unbelievably wet, more so than before if that was possible, dripping all over my chin. Josie began to shake as an intense orgasm rocked her body, with Chris still in her mouth. 

She told Chris that she wanted to feel his cock inside her again as she knelt on the couch with her breasts hanging over the back side. I moved around in front of my wife and she took my cock in her mouth, as Chris entered her from behind. I could feel the vibration of her moan as he pushed his swollen cock inside her. 

This time he was not so slow and he began fucking my wife faster and harder than before. Josie told him that she wanted to feel his cum inside of her and that sent him over the edge as he released a big rush of cum inside my loving wife's tight pussy. His cock popped out with an audible "pop" and some cum began leaking out of her honey pot immediately. Josie looked at Chris, thanking him for a wonderful time but letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was dismissed now. 

"Did you like finding me here and watching me baby?" I nodded "Good. Now get over here, I need to feel you inside of me, my love." were the words from my beautiful wife's mouth. 

I moved over behind her, as she remained kneeling on the couch, and I pushed my cock inside Josie's stretched and sloppy pussy; enjoying the silky feeling of my wife's pussy full of a strangers cum. It didn't take me very long to pump my own load inside of her, with all of the excitement of the night.

We both collapsed on the couch after that, me holding Josie from behind, when we heard someone say "So that's where you got off too... good to see you found your wife, John."

We both turned to see Josie's girl friend standing in the door way with one hand in her skirt...

To be continued.....?



House Party



"...This is for the ones who stood their ground..." Bon Jovi

~For those who write long (and short) stories about unrepentant (women)cheating fantasies, especially in my absence, and those who enjoy them~

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'House Party'

(SU Rules! No. 14)

The warm spring sun gently caressed the soft breeze that passed lazily over the jewel-like city of Shorehaven, as if it too would rather rest on this idle Sunday morning just as many of the inhabitants of the great City of Taboo Dreams were. Many of the City's residents were already up and about, some going about mundane chores, others enjoying their day off, while still others either headed to work or already slaved away, while they wished they were still in bed. Some, of course, were already in bed (or elsewhere) and enjoying themselves...their illicit moans and groans teasing the air before quickly being lost in the hubbub of the noise that always filled a city the size of Shorehaven.

As the wind meandered languidly north-westwards, from the golden beaches, up over the sprawling metropolis and over the sparkling blue of the great River Aphrodite, until it finally brought its warm, refreshing sea air into the northern-river part of Downtown that held the extensive campus of Shorehaven University. Here too the same things were happening as in the rest of the City, as if the campus was a miniature version of the grand metropolis that it belonged to. Onward the gentle breeze drifted, towards the edge of the grand campus, until it teased its way onto a raised street lined with large older-looking houses that the university rented to groups of students, each able to house eight or more people. From that hilly street one could see the great river not far away as it sparkled bright blue in the sunlight; however few around the university were up and about at that time on a Sunday morning to see.

Within one of those houses that stood with a large front garden with no fence, the mass of people that lay about in all manner of places remained silent as only one person stirred from their deep sleep after the chaotic night before. And so it was that the warm southerly wind found Rebecca Vaughn, as it sighed through the large open windows of the upper front bedroom and softly, almost lovingly, reached in to tenderly stroke her bare shoulder and arm as she lay sweetly and soundly asleep within the large pine double bed. Delicately the breeze stirred her soft, long mahogany-brown hair and warmly passed over her soft cheek, almost like a breathy moan at how beautiful this 20-year-old student was.

It was that soft, warm air that gently stirred the beautiful girlfriend of two years from her sweet sleep, her large hazel eyes slowly fluttering open before she sighed contentedly, relishing in the best rest that she had had in a long time. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time that she had slept so well, nor felt more peaceful and, well, strangely...content. That was it; she thought drowsily as she smiled dreamily to herself, she felt perfectly content, as if the whole world were just right. Her whole body seemed to tingle all over and yet at the same time feel more alive, more absolutely relaxed and stress-free than ever before; as if every muscle within her body was relaxed and renewed.

Smiling again as she sighed and continued to relish in that feeling, Becca, as she was known to all of her friends, pulled the covers a little down her body so that she could feel the soft air caress her smooth skin. It was too hot to have the things on really and so she was glad that she was only wearing her black lace underwear, not her pyjamas, though why she was still wearing her bra in bed the sleepy girlfriend didn't know. Wondering about that however quickly passed, as did the contented feeling that she was so enjoying, as Becca tried to lift her head to look at the clock on the bedside table.

It wasn't the fact that there was no clock that made the attractive brunette grimace however, but rather the sudden sharp pain in her temples and behind her eyes as she moved her head. Stifling a groan, Becca lay her head back on the pillow and as the pain began to recede again her large hazel eyes fell on the empty cocktail glass on the bedside table and suddenly the beautiful brunette girlfriend understood both her headache and why her clock wasn't there. Last night she and Danny, her boyfriend of two years, had gone to a house party at her friend Rachel's place. Becca knew that she'd had a few drinks, but obviously she had had more than she realized, and more obviously she had been too drunk to head back to Danny's place to crash.

Rubbing at her temple with her free hand, Becca winced at the hangover pain. Why had she drunk so much? She had promised herself that she wasn't going to get so drunk again, she hated hangovers. Frowning at the throbbing behind her eyes the stunning brunette glanced once more at the cocktail glass, hoping to see it filled with water to help her head but unfortunately it was still empty.

Sighing again, though this time more in resignation than contentment, Becca decided that she would have to head downstairs to get some water otherwise her head would kill her all day. However, before the knockout girlfriend had moved her fingers from her temple the bed suddenly shifted behind her as someone moved. Calmly dropping her hand to the covers that were just about covering her bra-clad tits, Becca was about to turn around when a toned arm suddenly moved from behind her to rest on her stomach over the covers and she felt a firm kiss on the back of her head.

Smiling brightly at the thought that Danny was there too Becca let her hand reach down to gently grasp her boyfriend's strong hand as he lightly held his arm around her. She always loved being held by her boyfriend, he was just so loving, and strong, and...well, hot, and she especially loved it when she could feel his toned, muscular chest pressing against her slender back as they lay in bed together, just like she could now. The feel of him close to her, his skin on hers, sent a gentle pulse of warmth coursing through her pussy, and for a moment the slowly receding pain in her head vanished at the gentle stirrings within her hot body. At least, they did until she was about to turn her head to kiss him, then she winced again and decided that for now it was probably best not to move.

She was, however, about to ask him if he could go and grab her a glass of water -- as she doubted that Danny was in as bad a state as she was; he was always more careful when he drank -- when suddenly she heard her favourite song blast out from the bedside table. For a moment all the hot girlfriend could do was squeeze her eyes shut at the sudden throbbing in her head as she reached out to frantically slap at the table when her hand suddenly landed on her phone, and with a half-painful, half-irritated expression lifted it up to try to silence it as quickly as possible. It wasn't her phone's alarm, she knew that despite only having just woken up, it was her ringtone, and she had had this phone long enough now that she could answer it with her eyes closed. And so, trying to get rid of that pain-inflicting noise, Becca didn't even look at the screen as she quickly pressed the 'answer' key and held it to her ear, squeezing her eyes again as she wished for her head to stop pounding.

"Hello?" She said, sounding half asleep as she felt her boyfriend gently pull her against him - the sudden feel of Danny's bulging underwear against her tight ass once more sent a pulse through her body that made her pussy tingle even more this time -- as he made a noise as if he had just been woken up by the sudden blaring of her phone, before he once more kissed her firmly on the back of her head again.

Becca was about to try to turn to face him again, the pained expression changing to a small smile of teasing pleasure, when the person on the other end of the phone replied.

"Hey babe, wakey wakey." Came the familiar voice of her sweet, loving boyfriend of two years, and suddenly Rebecca Vaughn, the stunningly hot brunette girlfriend, forgot all about the pain in her head and the pulsing heat in her loins.

"Danny?" She asked, sounding stunned, before she could think straight. How could he...?

Her boyfriend chuckled down the phone at her, obviously amused. Becca felt every part of her body suddenly go cold.

"I take it you drank a lot more after I last saw you?" He asked in reply, sounding even more amused.

"What...?" Becca began to ask, still feeling numb as her mind reeled. What was going on? "Where are you?"

"You really got wasted, ah?" Her loving boyfriend teased down the phone, oblivious to anything untoward. "I'm on my way to Rach's, guessing you crashed there, I shouldn't be long. You really don't remember?" He asked, sounding vastly amused at her drunken state.

"I..." Becca began before she realized that she didn't know what to say...and then, as if a switch flicked on in her mind, the hot brunette suddenly remembered the arm around her and the bulging crotch pressed hard against her lace-underwear-clad ass.

That was when the sexy girlfriend's eyes shot open, and all the pain in her head was forgotten as she felt her stomach twist, her mind racing.

She was in bed...in her underwear...and some guy had his arm around her and his bulging cock pressed against her as he held her from behind...he had kissed her head...and she was on the phone to Danny...so Danny wasn't this guy...

...She was in bed, half-naked, with some guy that wasn't her boyfriend...

...Her boyfriend was on the phone while she lay in the arms, and pulled against the hard chest and bulge of this guy...

...What had happened??

Panic set in as Becca moved faster than she ever had in her life and spun around and sat up at the same time. The fact that the bed covers fell into her lap, fully exposing her heaving, only black lace bra-covered breasts, didn't register to the hot girlfriend as her eyes suddenly fell on the attractive, just-woken up but smiling face and well-built body of Sean Danton...her boyfriend's team mate and one of his best friends.

Becca's mouth fell open and her heart seemed to race at an unthinkable speed. Thoughts should have been flooding the stunning girlfriend's mind as she stared into the face of the half-naked friend of her boyfriend lying next to her, however right then it was as if the whole world had stopped.

...What had happened? What had she...they...done? How?...

It was in that numb state of shock that Becca finally registered that Danny, her sweet and caring boyfriend of two years, who was oblivious on the other side of the phone to the fact that his girlfriend and his team mate were half-naked in bed together, and obviously had been all night, spoke her name to question her sudden silence. Becca, however, couldn't think straight right then...all she could do was stare in utter shock at Sean's face, ignorant of the fact that he was openly enjoying the sight of her swelling, luscious breasts perfectly on display before him in their lush confinement.

...Then Danny's words finally hit her -- he was on the way to Rachel's...

...He was on the way here!!

"Uh...how long are you going to be?" The stunning girlfriend asked numbly as she watched Sean stretch before he pushed himself up to lean against the headboard. Becca's eyes looked from his naked muscular chest to his smugly pleased face.

"Shouldn't be long." Danny replied, completely unaware of what was going on with her. "Only about ten minutes or so, I just started back from Matt's."

Becca still stared at Danny's friend for a moment before she pulled her eyes away and frantically looked around the room, as if some answer lay there. Her mind reeled, and she didn't know what to say.

"Uh...ok, I'll see you soon then." She replied, trying as hard as she could to sound perfectly normal.

"Yeah." Her boyfriend said, still seeming amused at what he thought was the results of her drinking too much. "Love you."

"Love you too." She replied, trying hard to ignore the sudden spike of panic, or guilt, or whatever it was, that lanced through her heart as she said those words and thought about where she was and with who.

The moment she heard the phone click off on the other side, Becca dropped her phone on the bed and ran her hands through her long hair before she turned with wide eyes to stare at Danny's friend.

Sean sat back against the pine headboard, calm and serene as if everything was as it should be in the world, rather than that he was sitting in only his underwear, in bed, with his friend's almost-completely naked girlfriend.

"Fuck Sean, what's going on? What happened?" She asked, sounding as bewildered and panicked as she felt. Her hands fell from her hair to grip her phone again as she stared numbly at her boyfriend's friend and team mate.

"You don't remember?" He asked calmly -- calmly! -- with a small, amused smile.

"I..." Becca began, when suddenly memory crashed home like a rampaging flood...

- - - - - - -

"You're not going to Matt's tonight, are you?" Becca asked as she finally managed to clip the delicate silver-link bracelet around her slender wrist before reaching for its matching necklace, which had a small pearl hanging from it, and looking over at her boyfriend of two years through the mirror.

"Huh?" Danny answered as he turned to look at her as he placed his phone on the bedside table, obviously not having heard what she had said.

"Matt. You're not going to his tonight are you? Rach is expecting both of us." She repeated as she reached beneath her long deep-rich mahogany hair to fasten the fine chain around her elegant neck, her eyes still watching Danny calmly.

"Oh, no. He was just asking about tomorrow." Her loving boyfriend replied as he stood up to check his pockets before grabbing his hair gel and styling his relatively short dark hair.

Feeling herself relax at his answer, Becca smiled to herself as she watched him, letting her hands rest on her neck as her eyes took in his handsome face before they slid slowly down to follow every toned, well-displayed inch of his muscular body. Danny was on the football team at SU, and surprisingly he wasn't one of these jock-types that had nothing in their head but footballs, beer, beating each other up, and as many women as possible in their beds. Oh, he was still the kind of guy that did most of those things -- at least all but the other women part -- but he was also kind, caring, and smart. Of course, that didn't mean that he was without his flaws, he was a guy, and still a jock, after all, so he did sometimes get too obsessed with the game, or with 'the guys' and what they got up to, but still, no one was perfect...and he was incredibly hot!

That thought, and the sight of her attractive boyfriend brought a familiar heat to Becca's hot body that steadily built a tingling fire of horniness within her hungry pussy as her eyes took in every solid inch of him, and for a moment, the stunning brunette felt her cheeks heat and her breathing deepen as she thought of just ripping his new clothes from his body and screwing him senseless on the bed!

"You alright babe?" Danny asked as he turned the collar of his new shirt up a little and popped open the top two buttons...both of which sent a flutter from Becca's stomach deep into her already gently buzzing pussy...damn but he had a great body!

"Fine" She replied with only a touch of breathlessness, something that her sweet boyfriend didn't pick up on. "Just thinking how lucky I am, that's all."

The gorgeous smile that he gave her in return made that gentle flutter become a rampaging horde of butterflies and Becca had to force herself to look away before she made them late, instead of him. Still, the thought that later would be more intense the longer that she held her horniness inside brought at least a little comfort to the beautiful girlfriend as she tried to settle the feeling in her body, only to have it spike again as she watched Danny walk over to plant a firm kiss on the top of her head.

"Not as lucky as me." He said from above her, and this time the feeling in the stunning girlfriend's heart was a deep, warm love. He really was a great guy. She gave him a pleased, loving smile in return as she finally moved her hands and grabbed the bottle of perfume that she'd decided to wear tonight.

"So what did Matt have to say?" She asked as she rubbed the scent into her wrists, sides of her neck and top of her chest.

"Oh, just something about getting the fight tonight." Her boyfriend replied nonchalantly. Too nonchalantly. Becca's hands froze for a moment and she looked back at him through the mirror.

"You didn't say that you were going to drop by, did you?" She asked very neutrally as she placed the top of the bottle back on and stood up.

"Bec, I told you I'm not going. He just mentioned it, that's all." He answered in an honest, yet obviously slightly forced, way. She knew that part of him wanted to go, though why when he could catch the fight any time, hung out with Matt and the rest of the guys most of the time, and could have a party with beer, most of his friends, and her, she would never know. Guys were just weird.

Becca eyed him a moment through the mirror, watching as he put his sneakers on, before she turned to look at herself, checking to make sure that everything was just right.

The party was just a house party, and so it wasn't the kind of thing you dressed up for, so Becca had decided not to go over the top. But even still, it was still a night out with her friends and so she had wanted to dress up a little...especially because she hadn't really had much chance to party lately with the amount of work she had had and Danny's being busy all of the time.

So Becca had decided on a pure black party dress that clung gently to her upper body and slim waist yet hung loose around the tops of her thighs. The skirt ended just above the middle of her thigh and the top of the dress was snug around the swelling firmness of her succulent 34D breasts and cut low enough in the centre to display a generous view of her full, deep cleavage. The dress itself was held up by two thin straps over her shoulders and a small zip at the back. Underneath she had chosen her sexiest black lace underwear, something that she knew Danny would love later. She had also chosen a sleek pair of black heels that had a beautiful strappy design that wound around her slender ankles. The necklace and bracelet that she wore were presents that Danny had bought her for their two year anniversary a few weeks ago. Her long, mahogany hair hung down to the bottom of her shoulder blades in luscious waves, and she had decided to leave it loose tonight, despite Danny enjoying it when she wore it in a ponytail...for obvious reasons...as it just looked better with the dress. That and she could always put it up when they got back anyway...

Finally she had decided on a deep red, almost a brown, lipstick for her soft lips that seemed to set off her large hazel eyes in a way that was only magnified by the deep, rich colour of her hair. Her long, smooth, sexy legs were bare and displayed to perfection by the length of the dress' skirt and her heels, just as the dress seemed to emphasize the slenderness of her waist, the flatness of her stomach, and the tightness of her ass. In fact, smiling at herself as she looked at her reflection, the stunningly gorgeous 20-year-old girlfriend felt more than pleased and knew, as she glanced through the mirror at Danny, that she was definitely going to make a certain man very happy tonight....

...which of course she was...only at that time the sexy brunette had no idea who that guy turn out to be...

Still, for now, with that feeling still tingling within her hot body, Becca couldn't help but turn around and place her slender hands on her slim waist as she smiled a small, teasing smile at her boyfriend's head as he finally pulled his sneakers on.




House Party



"So, what do you think?" She asked, trying to hide a deeper smile at the reaction on Danny's face as he looked up at her. He froze with his hands still on his trainers.

"Uh...wow!" Was all he could say as he looked her over with very wide, and very appreciative, eyes. "You look great Bec."

Giving him a small smile as if she was only just about pleased with what he had said, rather than positively beaming inside, Becca ran her hands down her flat stomach, which to the still goggling boyfriend seemed to emphasize the swelling of her large, heavy breasts.

"You sure it's not too much?" She asked, feigning uncertainty. She was well aware that how she looked was fine, and wouldn't have changed anyway, but Becca just wanted another compliment from him.

"Babe..." Danny began as he stood up and walked over to her, placing his hands on her waist as he looked down at her. "...You look fantastic."

Those words bought a smile to the beautiful girlfriend's face and she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him, staring up into his eyes.

"Have I told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" She asked

"Hmm, yeah, but not for a while." He jokingly teased back

"Well you are." She replied honestly, running a hand down his cheek. "And I love you."

"I love you too." He replied sweetly, before his eyes took on a familiar look of intense hunger. "Though if you keep pressing against me like that you won't be wearing that dress for long." He added with a grin, and Becca felt her own eyes sparkle with the heat that was once more pulsing within her as she contemplated pulling the buttons off his shirt yet again.

"Well maybe when we get back..." She began, about to dig her fingernails into his neck, when suddenly she heard his phone ring. 'Perfect timing as always', she thought.

As he gave her an apologetic look, Becca gave him a mock-accepting one that he should have easily seen through and unwound her arms. "Tell your boyfriend Matt I said hello." She only half-joked in a lightly irritated tone

Danny didn't even comment on how she knew which of his friends was calling him -- he knew as well as she did that nine times out of ten when his phone rang it was Matt on the other end -- and so Becca's boyfriend just chuckled to himself lightly as he walked over to the side of the bed.

Becca tried her best to just ignore the conversation that sprung up and again went back to making sure that she was ready, before checking the bag that she would take with her and deciding against taking a coat...it was spring after all, and this was Shorehaven.

Fortunately for both her boyfriend and his friend, by the time that she had finished checking everything and had turned around Danny was leaning against the wall, stuffing his wallet into his jeans as he watched her warmly. That look softened the minor irritation that Becca had felt as if it had never been there, and once again she thought of ruining that shirt.

'Later', she said to herself as she bit her bottom lip and finally managed to pull her eyes up to look at her boyfriend's face, which was when she noticed the small, amused, yet equally turned-on smile on his face too, that definitely promised a lot 'later'.

"We better go." Becca finally said as she forced herself to turn towards the bedroom door and let out a deep breath as she tried to calm herself 

"One sec" Danny called as Becca reached the top of the stairs and waited for him, only to eye him quizzically as he finally came out with his team jacket on.

"You're not going to wear that in this heat are you?" She asked, already knowing the answer he would give.

Sure enough, with a glance down at the 'lettered' jacket and a confused look, followed by a pleased smile, Danny gave her the same answer that he always did when she asked that question.

"Come on babe, you know I'd never go anywhere without this." He said as if stating the perfectly obvious. Which Becca supposed he was in a way, after all, he never did go anywhere without that thing. It must be another weird guy thing.

Rolling her eyes the beautiful brunette let her boyfriend's odd behaviour pass as the two of them made their way down the stairs and out of the house that he shared with four of his friends.

Rachel's house wasn't far from where Danny stayed and so the two of them decided to walk. The night was really quite beautiful in its gently fading light and fine warmth, and the full-of-life atmosphere that the entire university campus had -- especially on a Saturday night -- made the distance seem even less than what it was as they passed groups of students running around half-drunk or heading out to some club further downtown. The whole mood soon had Becca feeling that same, familiar excitement at a good night to come, a sensation that suddenly grew as she saw the large three-storey house that Rachel shared with some other of her friends.

The unfenced garden was already teeming with life and from the amount of people that Becca could see through the front windows as she and Danny made their way to the front door, there were even more people inside. That excitement buzzed brighter inside her and the beautiful brunette smiled broadly at her handsome boyfriend as they walked in.

The party was already in full swing, with people everywhere holding paper cups filled with varying kinds of alcoholic drink, laughing, chatting, or doing...random...things, like trying to handstand against the wall while drinking through a straw, and Becca couldn't help but smile deeper as the whole party atmosphere suddenly washed over her. There were so many familiar faces, and, like at any of these kinds of parties, there were even more unfamiliar ones, and the house was packed full. It was exactly the kind of place that Rebecca Vaughn, the stunningly sexy brunette girlfriend of two years, wanted...well, almost exactly...

"Where's the music?" Danny suddenly asked as he turned to look at her with the same expression of confusion that Becca wore.

Shaking her head, the attractive brunette was about to say that she didn't know when suddenly a familiar female voice answered in a tone that was most unimpressed, "Max hasn't turned up yet."

Becca's smile returned full force as she let go of Danny's hand and wrapped her arms around Rachel, hugging her tightly as she said hello, before moving back again. Danny gave his usual nod and Rachel's smile was friendly in return but clearly preoccupied by her irritation at Max.

"He isn't here?" Becca asked as she took hold of Danny's and leaned against him.

Rachel raised the cup that she was holding to her lips and shook her head, her uniquely styled mostly pink and slightly purple hair only vaguely moving from all of the pins holding it in...whatever that pattern was that Rachel had managed to come up with. As always, though, it did suit her.

"He said he had to get a few things fixed with the system but that he 'definitely would be there before everyone else'..." Rachel answered, the sarcasm in her voice at the end clearly plain as she looked around at the packed house. "Still, nobody seems to care."

"They have beer and vodka" Danny chimed in with a grin, eyeing the cups that everyone carried as if he wished that he had one as well. "Most students will forgive anything so long as they have that."

This time Rachel's smile was a little more relaxed as she laughed gently, nodding at how true that was.

"It's a good job that we've got enough to supply a whole army then." Becca's friend replied as she pointed towards the kitchen "I didn't even know there was this much in the whole City!"

That brought a round of light smiles from all of them.

"I'll give Max a slap when I see him next." Becca said, trying to show some girly solidarity, which seemed to work as Rachel's smile lost the last of its irritation.

"That'll make two of us" Rachel replied in the tone of voice that only a woman who was talking about the guy she was seeing could have used.

Well, Max and Rachel weren't really together, they just had sex whenever they felt like it. But, the fact that neither had slept with anyone else since that had begun kind of made them together...at least that's how Becca thought of them anyway.

"Alright, let's get some drinks!" Danny said abruptly and Becca and Rachel shared a very amused glance at Becca's boyfriend's obvious uncomfortable feeling at suddenly being the odd one out in that moment of 'girl power'.

"Drinks" The knockout brunette agreed as she tried not to smile too broadly, however as Danny cheered and began to walk down the hallway, Becca suddenly became aware of that jacket that he was wearing again. "Babe, are you going to wear that thing in here?"

The look of consternation on her boyfriend's face at what she was talking about would have made the gorgeous brunette laugh at any other time, except it only lasted a heartbeat as Danny caught on and looked down at his jacket before looking up at her

"Well, yeah." He answered finally, sounding confused about why she would ask...despite the warmth from the night and the fact that the house was packed full of people.

"Really?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him before glancing over at Rachel who looked as perplexed by Danny's insistence as Becca was. Men were odd.

Their twin stares seemed to have no effect at first, however after a moment Danny finally; though he did so in a way that seemed to say that he was only removing his precious baby for her, and that probably only because he wanted that 'later' that she had promised.

"Everyone's put their coats in the front bedroom upstairs." Rachel said when the silent exchange was finally over; though she said it more to Becca than Danny, and adding another moment of 'girly solidarity' with, "Though I don't know why anyone brought them in this heat."

Sharing another amused 'men-are-odd' smile with Rachel, Becca walked over and took her boyfriend's hand before she left her friend and followed Danny up the stairs, squeezing passed the people crowding the staircase and the hallway above and down towards the room on the right side at the end of the hall.

The bedroom was not overly large, though it was far from small, but the big, comfy looking pine double bed in the centre made what space was left seem less than what was actually there, an effect added to by the large stack of coats that were piled on the sofa by the door; that sat under part of a window that looked down on the front garden and took up almost the entire wall, seeming larger due to its wide ledge that was broad enough to sit on. The rest of the room was just like any other generic bedroom; bedside tables, wardrobe with mirror, a bookcase against one wall, and a spiral-designed circular rug on the floor.

Danny added his coat to the pile, at least after he had wrapped Becca's bag in it, before the pair turned to head back down to the party, squeezing passed everyone as they went. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the loving couple turned to head down the hallway towards the kitchen before promptly deciding to head via the lounge when they saw how many people had jammed into the narrow passage.

"Danny-boy!!" A deep male voice boomed, and was quickly followed by more male voices hollering excitedly, as the pair entered the room.

Becca had no need to see who it was before a guy that was about the size of any two other people in the room stepped in front of her and Danny wearing the same type of coat that her boyfriend had just left upstairs.

"Boulder!!" Becca's boyfriend roared before instantly giving his friend one of those 'man hugs' that guys didn't class as a 'normal hugs' because they involved lots of back slapping.

The two laughed and grinned as they always did when they saw each other before Aaron 'Boulder' Biggins looked over at her.

"Hey Bec, how you doing?" He asked good-naturedly and Becca smiled as she replied.

"I'm good, Boulder, thanks." She answered, receiving a nod before any further conversation was broken off as the rest of Danny's team showed up and more roars and back slapping began.

Despite the fact that they had all seen each other the day before, the beautiful brunette couldn't help but smile at the friendly family-type atmosphere, a smile that deepened after the 'man love' had ended and Danny wrapped his strong arm around her almost bare shoulders in a way that felt so good.

Which was the moment when the group of testosterone-fed guys noticed that their team mate's girlfriend was there also, wearing a dress that showed off her smooth legs, emphasized her voluptuous curves, and displayed her swelling 34D breasts and deep cleavage. Their immediate grins and ogling eyes were even less of a surprise to the hot girlfriend than who had made the shout in the first place.

"Hey Bec" More than one said simply as they grinned and took her in with their eyes. 

Most of the rest either nodded and ogled her or just plain undressed her with their eyes, none of which Danny made any fuss about, largely because it made him feel good to know that he had her and they didn't, and they were just guys being guys. Two others, however, did say a little more.

"Hey Bec. Nice dress." A guy called Marcus said as he gave her his best winning smile, which, Becca had to admit, would have been breathtaking if she hadn't already been spoken for.

"Bec" Sean Danton, a very good-looking brown-blonde-haired guy chimed in suavely as he leaned on another of the guy's shoulders and openly let his eyes trail over her body with a very clear interest. "Looking good as always."

For the most part, the gorgeous brunette simply nodded, smiled, and said hello back, taking the way the guys acted around her as normal -- after all, she'd been with Danny two years now, and he'd known these guys longer -- and even let herself enjoy all of the attention, after all, she was human and none of these guys were bad looking. However with the last two, Becca couldn't help but blush just slightly from the way that they looked at her; as if Danny wasn't there at all and she was about to let her dress slip from her shoulders to the floor. And so, smiling slightly, the voluptuous girlfriend leaned closer to her boyfriend and turned to focus her attention on the other guys. At least, that's what she intended until Danny said something that got her attention.

"What's up with your face Danton?" Danny laughed as he looked from his friend to the rest of the group in amusement.

"Huh? What?" Sean replied, seemingly confused; which amused the other guys no end, yet Becca could see something in his eyes...as if he were only pretending to be so lost in thought at that moment. Her boyfriend's friend's next words confirmed her suspicions. "Oh, I was just amazed at your girlfriend. That dress. Damn but you look good Bec!"

The unexpectedness of the compliment, not only from her boyfriend's friend, but also that he had said it right in front of Danny, made Becca's heart suddenly miss a beat and for a moment the stunning brunette didn't know what to say. Instead of replying she just looked up at her boyfriend, expecting him to say something, however all Danny could do was grin like an idiot, still amused at his friend's expression as if his team mate hadn't just blatantly been eyeing her up in front of him and then had the balls to not only compliment her, but quite obviously show how much he meant it too!

"She does look good." Danny said as if it were just the most perfectly normal thing to say after his friend had had his eyes all over his girlfriend and had told him, and everyone else, about it. "But if you'd stayed in that daze any longer Boulder would have tackled you from behind and you'd have been on the floor before you realized it." He added with a grin, and the other guys, especially Boulder, broke out in a jeering laugh to which Danny couldn't help but add more banter too. "We'll have to watch him guys, don't want to be losing a game because Sean-y hear loses himself in a daydream on the field."

The guys broke out in a roaring laugh at that, once more slapping each other on the back as they made fun of their friend. Becca meanwhile noticed that none of the words made any impact on Danny's friend at all, rather he seemed to pay none of the other guys any mind at all as his slightly alcohol-glazed eyes remained fixed on Becca in a way that had the hot girlfriend once more feeling as if Sean could see through her dress at the black lace underwear that hinted at her sexy body. Despite herself, the beautiful brunette girlfriend found it hard to look away.

That was why she noticed her boyfriend's friend say something in response to Danny that the other guys seemed to miss.

"I know someone I'd 'tackle from behind'." Sean said so softly that Becca hardly made out the words before he lifted his cup to his lips and drank deeply.

His words once more made Becca's heart skip a beat as her mind reeled, wondering if she had just heard what she had thought, before a momentary thought popped in her mind. Sean had spoken softly, and the only reason Becca had heard it was because she had been paying attention to him...but if she heard it, had Danny...?

Glancing up at her boyfriend again, the stunning brunette noticed that the only thing on her boyfriend's face was a grin, which he certainly wouldn't have had if he'd heard what his friend had just said about his girlfriend. Though, thinking about it again, Becca thought, considering how Danny had reacted to what Sean had just said before, he'd probably have just laughed again. Laughed. At another guy saying that he wanted to 'tackle' his girlfriend 'from behind'...

As Becca turned confusedly from her boyfriend, she caught Sean's eyes rising from her legs, blatantly staring at her swelling breasts and deep cleavage, before grinning 'triumphantly' at her as his eyes returned to her face. He had to be drunk; that was the only way to explain it, she thought. And so as the jokes from the other guys cooled down, Becca decided to join in -- after all, Danny had been calm about what his friend had said, hadn't he?

"If you like the dress so much you can wear it if you want?" She said amusedly as she hugged Danny closer.

That caused an even greater round of laughter, especially from Danny.

"She got you there Sean-y" Becca's boyfriend laughed before he grinned down at her.

Becca smiled back up at him before she turned to see the red rise in her boyfriend's friend's cheeks as it was his turn to be a little embarrassed now. Still, his eyes seemed to watch her approvingly as he nodded to her for a well-scored point before he quickly cut short her victory.

"If you're gonna take it off in front of me, I'll wear it." He challenged jokingly and the laughter of the group quickly changed to half of the guys turning to look at her for an ogling-response and the other half punching Sean's arm for admitting that he'd wear a dress. Danny was one of those latter.

For her part though, Becca didn't know what to say at first, as her boyfriend's team mate's tone was clearly honest as well as joking, especially as the way he watched her, so admiring and appreciatively, seemed to say that he really would do whatever she suggested to see her slip her dress from her slender shoulders. Once more the hot girlfriend felt her heart beat a little irregularly and once again she glanced up at Danny who still had no reaction other than amusement at how his friend was speaking to his girlfriend.

This time though, at least Becca didn't blush.

"I think you're dreaming Sean" She joked, brushing his words off, and then added amusedly, "Though by the sounds of it I think you should be on the cheerleading squad rather than the football team."

Once more the group erupted in a round of laughter and for the first time her boyfriend's friend pulled his eyes away from her as the other guys began making fun of him and pretended to dress him in a cheerleader's outfit. Danny joined in and all Becca could do was laugh as Sean tried to fend them all off, until Danny finally slapped him on the shoulder and said that they needed a drink, and so the two of them left the group while most of them, including Sean, were too lost in their fooling around to notice. At least, Sean hadn't seem to notice, yet as Becca turned to glance over her shoulder as she and Danny made their way through to the kitchen, she once more caught her boyfriend's team mate's eyes upon her, though this time they were following the sway of her barely-covered ass as she walked away, until he noticed her looking, and then he gave her one last smile before he turned back to the others and tried to turn the jokes around on them.




House Party



As Becca turned back to listen to something that Danny was saying, her mind and heart finally began to settle again and the sexy girlfriend quickly put any thought of what had happened behind her. Sean was just being a guy after all. Sure he, and the others, often made comments about her and any other girls they saw; it was just that she was around them more than most other women because of Danny, he and the others were just being guys. And so Becca let herself forget about it all, which was simple to do when Danny leant down to kiss her as they entered the kitchen. Oh yes, any thought disappeared as his lips met hers and her arms entwined around his neck while his strong hands held her slender waist firmly, pulling her flat stomach against his toned body. As he did, Becca's boyfriend looked down at her with his handsome face and once more the beautiful, sexy brunette suddenly felt her desire to rip his clothes off returning with avengeance. Damn, but she wished that she had him alone right then!

"Mmm, wow!" She purred contentedly as she finally felt her feet rest on the ground again when Danny finally pulled away; though her head was still somewhere in the clouds.

"My thoughts exactly" Her boyfriend replied as he brushed her hair behind her ears and smiled down at her in a way that made Becca's heart beat stronger with love...and her pussy pulse hotter with lust.

For a moment that latter sent the blood racing through the hot girlfriend's veins and this time when her cheeks coloured it wasn't from embarrassment, and for that one moment Rebecca Vaughn stood in her boyfriend's strong, loving arms, with her eyes sparkling with the lust that beat hotly within her, and desperately...oh so desperately...had to fight back from digging her nails into Danny's neck and...

"I need that drink." She finally said, forcing herself to look away from her handsome, HOT, boyfriend, and, hearing Danny chuckle gently as they walked over towards the nearest counter that had bottles and plastic cups on it.

Pouring herself a small shot of rum, Becca mixed some cola with it and was about to taste to see if it was balanced enough when Danny picked up the rum bottle and added at least another two shots worth to her cup.

"Oi!" Becca exclaimed with a laugh, nudging the bottle back and sniffing the now only cola-coloured rum. "I told you I was being careful from now on!"

"You looked like you needed a stiff one." Danny shrugged and replied amusedly as he put the bottle down and grabbed himself a can of beer that seemed twice the size of what it should have been.

Becca didn't let her boyfriend know just how much she did need 'a stiff one' right then, and instead reached for the cola, though after thinking about how true her boyfriend's words were, she left the bottle where it was before slapping Danny's arm in response.

"That's your fault." She replied to him insinuatingly before she once more sniffed at her potent drink. Damn this was strong rum. Glancing at the bottle only widened her eyes slightly as she saw the 'sixty-five percent vol.' on the side; Rach did like her White Jamaican.

Shying back from her slap, Danny chuckled to himself as he opened his can and took a deep swig, letting out a contented sigh after his first taste.

"That's alright." He said finally, smiling warmly down at her. "You'll soon use up all of that energy later. It'll be fun." He added with a dirty raise of his eyebrows.

Of course, the loving boyfriend had no idea just how true his words were, or just how much 'fun' his girlfriend would be having later that night...

Becca just slapped his arm again, this time just for good measure, before she took a deep sip of her own drink and almost gagged at the strength of it. Still, the heat and potency of it was exactly what she needed, and so with a smile that was only a little contorted from the flavour, the hot girlfriend turned from the counter.

"Come on, let's see who else is here." She said, grabbing Danny's hand and leading him into the rest of the house.

And so the party began for the stunning brunette girlfriend. With how many people were there it didn't take long before she and Danny were talking and laughing with this group or that group, and despite the initial taste it didn't take long for Becca to get used to her drink, and as the alcohol began to flow through her veins, and the pure relaxed atmosphere of the party soaked into her, a slow buzz of happiness began to fill the hot brunette that pulsed in time with the ever-present electricity that gently hummed inside her pussy -- though most of the time Becca wasn't really aware of the latter; at least until Danny kissed her or let his hand gently caress the back of her neck beneath her long hair.

And so the conversations continued, as did the jokes and the laughs...especially when Rachel found them again and the two of them made fun of Danny and his two other team mates that had found him. In fact, that conversation had been so funny that Becca hadn't realized that she'd finished her drink until Danny tried to get her back by knocking her cup into her face when she raised it to her lips. Bobbing her tongue out at him before she kissed him on the head, Becca asked whether he would like another before she ruffled his hair and left her friend to insult the three of them until she got back.

Of course, getting to the kitchen again wasn't that easy as the beautiful brunette got caught up talking to some of her friends as she made her way through the lively house, but still, before long she was once more at the counter and had grabbed a beer for Danny and was about to pour herself another rum and cola when suddenly someone spoke next to her.

"On the weak stuff, ah?" The familiar male voice asked, and Becca turned to smile up at Sean Danton as he leaned against the counter beside her, holding a cup of...something...and smiling brightly down at her.

"I wouldn't call this stuff weak." The hot girlfriend replied as she held up the Jamaican White to show her boyfriend's friend the label. "Besides, it's nice"

Sean's smirk seemed half-amused and half-condescending, at least in a joking way, as he took a deep swig of whatever it was that he'd been drinking and turned towards the bottles.

"I'll make you something that'll put hairs on your chest" He said confidently as he began looking through the bottles, completely oblivious to the oddness of what he had just said.

"I don't need hairs on my chest, thanks" Becca replied, amused at the obvious tipsy state of her boyfriend's friend...especially when he looked at her for a moment confused before the sudden realization of what he had said made him laugh.

"No, you definitely don't." He said quickly as his eyes openly descended to take in the marvellous view of her bulging cleavage and succulently round, heavy tits.

Rolling her eyes as her boyfriend's friend finally looked up from almost falling down the top of her dress, Becca was about to reach for the rum bottle again when Sean said something else odd.

"That's nice" Her boyfriend's friend remarked, and when Becca turned to ask him what, she noticed that his eyes were once again staring at her half-exposed chest.

'Did he just blatantly compliment my breasts?' Becca wondered incredulously, remembering how forward he had been when she and Danny had walked in. What was with him tonight!?

Whatever it was, it was strange considering that she was his team mate's, and one of his best friend's at that, girlfriend. Becca was about to call him up on it and slap his arm when Sean, noticing the way that she looked at him, spoke again.

"I mean that" He clarified, pointing a finger at her chest that stopped only a mere inch and a half from touching her bare skin.

For a moment the sexy brunette was still confused, even as she glanced down, until suddenly it dawned on her what Sean was actually talking about, and when she did she finally broke out into a smile of embarrassment as she took hold of the delicate silver and pearl necklace that was hanging beautifully around her neck. Apparently this time it was her mind that had gone to the wrong place, she thought as she stopped herself from blushing by speaking.

"This? Yeah, Danny bought it for me for our two year anniversary." She replied, feeling a warm feeling of love as she thought about how sweet that had been. "And this too"

Sean smiled and nodded, surprisingly seeming genuinely interested as Becca lifted up her other hand to show off the matching silver-link bracelet. However, despite his interest, as Becca lowered her arm and turned to grab the rum bottle again, her boyfriend's team mate suddenly smirked amusedly.

"Did you think I was talking about something else?" He asked so smugly amused that Becca felt her cheeks starting to heat at having jumped to the wrong conclusion...even though she had had reason to. Again, however, she managed to appear perfectly calm and unperturbed.

"Hmm? I've no idea what you mean?" She replied as if that were true, though Sean's smirk growing deeper told her that even he saw through the obvious lie Thankfully, though, he didn't call her on it as he appreciatively glanced down once more at her half-covered, curvaceously-displayed breasts before he turned to select three bottles from the counter.

"They're very nice too" He said then, sending a flutter of embarrassment through the hot girlfriend. This time her cheeks did colour slightly and she half-turned to slap him hard on the shoulder.

"You're such a perv" Becca chastised him light-heartedly, shaking her head and trying to ignore the smile that he gave her as she glanced curiously at what he was mixing together...tequila and, what was that?

"Well, what's a guy to do when he sees a beautiful sight like that?" Sean replied honestly as he grinned, "Besides, you love it Bec."

The hot girlfriend's mouth dropped open at that and she once more went to slap his arm, however this time Sean dodged out of the way just in time, laughing at her reaction. What was she to say to that? While Sean was most definitely attractive, with his shortish brown-blonde hair, toned body, and confident, 'who cares' attitude, Becca most certainly didn't find him attractive, nor 'love' him looking at her.

A part of Becca questioned that last bit, as part of her did feel a little pleased that a guy as good-looking as Sean Danton would not only find her attractive but also give her so much attention and appreciation, but that was just normal, and it definitely didn't mean that she wanted him to act like that, or that she 'loved it'...she just, felt flattered by it. That and his attention stirred up how she was feeling because of what Danny had done to her. And so, the attractive girlfriend dismissed the questioning thought as she eyed her boyfriend's team mate calmly.

"You do know I'm your friend's girlfriend, right?" She asked in a light-hearted, but still reprimanding, tone. "So you shouldn't be looking, or commenting."

Sean once more grinned to himself at that as he began adding another type of alcohol to that mix before adding some lemonade.

"No harm in looking Bec. Or in telling things as they are." He replied nonchalantly before he looked over at her with a not-so-hidden smirk and adding conspiratorially, "Besides, what Danny doesn't know he won't mind, right?"

Becca didn't know what to say to that, and so instead she decided to change the subject, which came quite naturally as she really was getting bemused by the cocktail of drinks that Sean was mixing together.

"What is that?" She asked with a mix of confusion and startlement.

"This..." Sean answered proudly, as he lifted the drink up and tasted a bit, nodding to himself in satisfaction before he offered it to her. "...is what's going to make your night fun"

Eyeing the cup warily, the brunette girlfriend took it and cautiously took a sip. Oddly, despite the odd mix of drinks that Sean had put together the concoction actually tasted quite nice, however after a moment of swallowing the strange liquid the potency of it suddenly hit Becca's head like a rush of adrenaline. With eyes widening, the hot girlfriend of two years stared at the cup in surprise.

"This is..." She began, and then words failed her.

"I know" Was all Sean replied with a self-satisfied grin and a nod. "I know"

Taking another, less cautious, sip, Becca enjoyed the feeling that coursed through her head and veins this time as Sean began to make another for himself. For a moment, all the beautiful brunette could do was savour the taste and ass-kicking potency of the drink in her hand, and so it was Sean who spoke first.

"Are you coming to the game on Saturday?" He asked as he began adding whatever the second liquid had been.

"Probably" Becca answered after a moment of trying to remember what game he was talking about. "Danny said it's just you guys having fun though, nothing serious, so I'll see"

Sean nodded as he added the third bottle's contents to his cup and reached for the lemonade.

"You should, it'd be good to see you on the sidelines" He said calmly as he mixed the drink, adding "I'd definitely play better" in the same nonchalant way that he had commented on how she looked earlier.

Both comments suddenly snapped Becca's attention to him and just like earlier a strange feeling shivered softly through her, as if Sean's compliments had been more seductive than simply praising, just as his eyes had earlier seemed more intense than usual. His words seemed to convey the feeling that he wanted to slip the thin straps of Becca's dress from her shoulders.

The feelings that Danny had sparked within her resonated in time with her confusion at Sean's flirting, stirring a soft pulsing within Becca's body that the strength of the drink only heightened. As she stood there unsure of what to say, as she didn't want to seem to flirt, the hot brunette girlfriend increasingly felt the desire to wrap her arms, and legs, around Danny and...

...That thought not only didn't help the already steady humming within her horny body, which suddenly seemed to ignite a notch higher, but also abruptly reminded the sexy girlfriend that Danny was still waiting for his drink. That, at least, gave Becca the words that she needed.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine" She finally replied noncommittally, and before Sean could respond, Becca added "I better find Danny, he'll be wondering where his drink is. Thanks for mine."

With a friendly smile as she grabbed her boyfriend's can of beer, Becca turned and began to walk away as Sean happily said that he'd 'see her later' before he too turned to head back into the lounge as if that had been what he had intended all along.

Trying to settle herself down as she made her way back to the others Becca suddenly felt the feelings within her intensify as her eyes fell on Danny again, so much so that she had to stop and take a deep breath before heading over. 'Get a hold of yourself girl', she thought as she walked, 'just take deep breaths and save all of what you're feeling for later'. The promise of what would happen later only served to send a jolt of horniness through Becca's pussy, however the thought did seem to calm her somewhat after that.

And so Rebecca Vaughn returned to sit beside Rachel, handing her sweet boyfriend his can of beer as she crossed her smooth, slender legs and took a sip of her own drink, trying hard to ignore the oh-so-slowly fading pulsing within her veins, and to forget Sean's flirting, which worked for a little while...

...but the night was about to turn hotter, and inevitably towards where she would wake up...

Sean Danton smiled to himself as he enjoyed the view down the very low-cut tops that the two women were wearing who were talking to him, well, flirting with him, about how 'impressed' they were at how good he was on the field. One wore tight jeans and the other a very short, tight skirt, showing off their shapely legs perfectly yet in different ways, and Sean enjoyed looking at both as much as they obviously enjoyed flaunting themselves in front of him. Oh, he had no illusions that these two wanted anything but to sleep with a football player, but hey, he was fine with just screwing them, especially as both of these attractive women were more than hinting that they would both sleep with him at the same time.

Sean was just enjoying that prospect when Marcus clapped him on the shoulder and smiled at the two ladies, who then quickly decided that as there were two football player's smiling at them they could have one each.

"Sean-y, you haven't introduced me to your fine friends" Marcus said suavely as he came to stand beside Sean and leaned casually on his shoulder.

"I was just getting to know them...'both'...when you came" Sean replied, trying to hint at what his friend had suddenly spoiled.

The grin that Marcus gave told Sean that he knew exactly what he'd done and found it amusing, which was confirmed by the slight shrug of his shoulders that seemed to say 'hey buddy, if I can't have both, you can't'. Thinking that he would punch Marcus' arm until it was dead later, Sean turned back to the two women and put on his best smile as if nothing bothered him; after all, the one thing a woman hated was a petulant man.

That was when he saw Danny come in to the lounge with Becca, and for a moment Sean's eyes remained on his friend's ridiculously hot girlfriend and whatever the two women and Marcus were saying was lost as Sean let his eyes drink in every fine curve of Rebecca Vaughn's stunningly sexy body. Damn but she was by far the hottest woman there tonight! He had always had a thing for her, ever since Danny had introduced them a couple of years back, and man had he had more fantasies about her and how incredible she would be in bed than he could count. He was sure he'd go blind just from those fantasies alone!

Not that he needed fantasies, he had more women under him than anyone else he knew, except maybe Marcus -- that was something they both competed over. But still, Rebecca Vaughn was not like any of the other attractive women he had screwed; she was on fire. Her slender legs, showed off so tantalizingly in that short dress with those delicate heels, her tight ass that begged to be pulled hard against his ragingly hard cock, her slim waist that cried out to be held in a tight grip as he watched her ride up and down his thick shaft, those amazingly big tits that oh-so-desperately needed his hands to squeeze them roughly as his lips and teeth devoured the succulent flesh, her slender neck that seemed perfect to kiss and bite, and her absolutely gorgeous face with those large hazel eyes and soft, perfect lips that yearned to be mashed firmly against his or wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock as she sucked the cum right out of his balls and deep down her throat...damn, but she was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life.

Lost in his lust-filled thoughts about his friend's knockout girlfriend, Sean hadn't realized that one of the girls had asked him a question when Marcus punched his arm. Only then did he recall, after a moment of wracking his brain, what they had said.

"Yeah, sure, sounds like a plan" He said almost absently to their question about whether he wanted to do something later with them.

Marcus eyed him as if he had suddenly grown another head, or at least said 'no' to their offer -- a look that the two women shared -- however Sean was already glancing back over at Becca -- who had just managed to find a seat on the sofa for Danny and had promptly sat, well, half-lay, across his lap -- and so Marcus, figuring he had an opening quickly began to chat both women up.

Sean, though, kept only half of his attention on what the three were saying. The rest of the time he was stealing glances at his friend's girlfriend, especially at how her legs were so perfectly displayed with how she was sitting in that dress. Damn but he would have loved to get inside her! Not that Becca would ever let him while she was with Danny, but fuck, Sean could fantasize. Danny was a lucky fucking bastard getting to nail that hot piece of ass every night. Sean bet that she was hot as hell in bed, and probably a sexy slut too...that suddenly made him wonder if Danny ever took pictures of Becca naked, or in her underwear at least, or if they ever videoed themselves having sex...finding those would be hot! Sean thought that next time he went over to Danny's he would try to find out. Fuck but that thought made his dick hard. He was going to have to get laid tonight.




House Party Backyard Fun



Liam sighed as he pulled his car to the curb and parked it a few houses away from the massive house party he was pressured to go to by his friends. It was a Friday night and they were getting together to celebrate finishing their economics midterm. 

He didn't want to go out because he was tired. The night before, he had stayed up pulling an all-nighter to ensure a passing grade. Liam finished the last sip of his Red Bull and got out of the car and started walking towards the party.

He swam through the bodies in the house and walked into the massive backyard. He wasn't even sure whose house it was but he soon found his buddies hanging out by the pool smoking a massive joint. Liam suddenly found a beer in his hand and the doob in his mouth as he resigned himself to a night of fun. 

The music was blaring and Liam soon downed four more beers and his seal broke. He walked into the house and started looking for a bathroom. He walked upstairs and down the hall until he saw a girl standing there with a beer in hand, leaning against the wall near a door.

"Bathroom line?" Liam asked as he walked up. 

"Yeah.. at least it's better than downstairs. I saw a massive lineup!" She smiled. Liam thought she had a gorgeous smile.

"I'm Liam," as he stuck his hand out. 

"I'm Noelle.. nice to meet you, Liam." Noelle took his hand and shook it. Their handshake lingered for a minute as they just stood their grinning at each other.

The bathroom door opened and a drunken frat boy stumbled out. 

"Catch you on the flip side!" Noelle winked as she disappeared into the bathroom. Liam felt his cock stir in his pants as he caught a glimpse of her ass in the smallest denim shorts he had ever seen in his life. A few minutes later, Noelle came out of the bathroom. 

"All yours sailor. See you around the party, Liam." Noelle winked again as she started walking away. Liam could have sworn that she was purposely shaking her ass as she walked away. His eyes were fixated on her beautiful ass and the small glimpse of her bare ass with each step she took.

Liam hurried into the bathroom and locked the door. He unzipped his pants and finally relieved himself into the toilet. He flushed, washed his hands, and walked back into the party. Without reason, the house had gotten even more packed with people and he had to swim his way back to his friends again. 

When Liam finally got to the pool side, his friends were nowhere to be seen. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he started walking and exploring the vast backyard. 

"Oh hello there!" Liam turned to his right side and saw Noelle appear out of nowhere.

"Hey! Where did you come from?"

"I can't find my friends. I'm sure they're all getting stoned somewhere, which sucks because I was really hoping to relax tonight." Noelle glanced around again but to no avail.

"I think mine are doing the same except I do have some if you want to go smoke one together?" Liam grinned as he saw Noelle's mood perk up. 

"Okay but let's not do it right here.. then everyone will want some. Let's go find a secret smoking place in this backyard!" Noelle grabbed Liam's hand as she pulled him along the path farther away from the house. She continued to pull him until they were in the middle of a few trees and saw a small shed and a tractor parked out front.

"Must be the garden shed. This seems good." Noelle walked over to the side of the house off the path and Liam followed. He pulled out a joint and lit it, then passed it to Noelle who took a long haul.

"Shit! This is good shit!" Noelle coughed a little. Liam watched this incredibly hot girl blow smoke rings in his face and he enjoyed it. It was dark but the glowing house that had every light fixture turned on still seemed to reach them just enough to illuminate their illicit activity. 
"I'm going to inhale and I'm going to pass you the smoke to blow out." Noelle took the joint and took a big puff. She stepped close to Liam and looked up as he leaned forward for their lips to meet as she opened her mouth a little and started to gently blow smoke into his mouth. Electricity ran through him as Noelle's soft lips pressed against his. Regretfully, he pulled away and blew out all the smoke in rings. 

They looked at each other and continued to smoke in silence. Noelle took the last puff and leaned against the wall of the shed. Liam took a step closer and let his hardening cock lead his actions. Despite their intoxication, the heat between them was growing with every second that passed. 

Liam pressed his body against Noelle and made sure she could feel his bulge through his jeans. She moaned softly as he reached around her waist in an embrace and started to kiss her. They started to make out feverishly like the college kids they were. Noelle reached down and without any foreplay started rubbing Liam's crotch with her hand until she started to feel it stirring in her hands.

Noelle continued to kiss Liam as she reached down with her other hand and started undoing Liam's jeans. She pushed them down and started to grope at his now almost fully hard cock through his boxer briefs. Liam trailed his hands down to grope her ass while they made out. He started undoing her shorts as she continued to rub his length making a wet spot of precum start soaking through the grey fabric. He pushed Noelle's shorts down her slim legs and discovered she wasn't even wearing underwear. 

Noelle readjusted her position and spread her legs a little to allow Liam's hand to slip in between to touch her hot sex. Liam's fingers were completely soaked with her juices as soon as he started stroking her smooth pussy. Noelle had rubbed Liam's manhood to its full length as she yanked his boxer briefs down and let his stiff prick spring out into the cool night air. 

Liam's swollen mushroom head was leaking precum down his thick, veiny shaft. His nine inch boner pointed straight up in the air as Noelle continued to jerk him off, using his own precum as lube. With her other hand, she groped his balls and massaged each one at a time. 

Not wanting to be the first one to climax, Liam slipped two fingers into Noelle's tight hole and started to finger her. Noelle started to pant and moan as she bucked her hips to meet Liam's finger fucking rhythm. Her pussy walls clenched down on Liam's fingers as her sopping hole was expertly pleasured and her clit rubbed with his thumb. Noelle didn't want to cum just yet but Liam wasn't letting up as he continued to finger bang her harder and faster. She picked up speed as she frantically jerked Liam's massive meat stick with her hand. 

Suddenly, she pushed Liam back away from her. He gave her a look of surprise as his wet cock had a thick stream of precum dangling from his cock head. Noelle winked at him as she turned around and bent over, resting her elbows on the shed window ledge. She spread her legs and exposed her drooling pink pussy to Liam.

He walked back over to her and started rubbing his mushroom head all over her wet crotch. He felt the warmth radiating out of her hole as he glided his tip lightly over her opening. Mixing their juices together, he reached down and started to lube his cock up, pushing lightly against her clit. Noelle's pussy continued to leak wetness as she began to squirm to try to get Liam to stick his cock in her. 

"Fuck me already! Stop teasing me, just fuck my pussy! Put it the fuck in! FUCK!" Noelle begged Liam. 

Liam continued to rub his tip all over her squirming pussy and without warning, slammed his entire length into Noelle's hot hole. He pulled out the full length of his wet cock and pushed in all the way to the hilt again. Liam started to pick up his thrusts until he settled into a good rhythm. His balls were slapping her ass and loud wet sounds filled the cool night air. 

"Shit, I think there are people.. come over here!" Liam pulled out of Noelle suddenly and pulled his pants up. They quickly walked around to the back of the shed and saw a picnic table. Liam sat down and Noelle straddled him with her tits in his face. 

She reached down and slid his juicy sausage back into her dripping hole. Noelle started to grind her hips into Liam's lap and began to pick up speed until she was frantically riding his dick. Liam reached down and began to rub her clit in circles. He felt her pussy walls began to tremble and clench down on his member that was steadily leaking precum inside her wet box.

"Fuck I'm going to cum!" Noelle started to moan as her pussy spasmed and began to leak her nectar juices all over Liam's thick tool that was still buried inside of her. He slowly pumped his dick in and out a few times as her juices leaked out of her pussy. Liam began to pick up his speed as Noelle began to near another orgasm. 

"Shit babe, I'm going to blow in your cunt!" Liam began to furiously slam his hard dick into Noelle's drenched pussy. His balls were so tight and he knew he was only a few more thrusts away from emptying his balls into Noelle. 

"I'm going to cum again!" Noelle moaned as she furiously ground her hips to meet Liam's frantic thrusting. She reached down and began to rub her clit. He was in a state of oblivion as he watched his dick disappear in and out of Noelle. She threw her head back as another orgasm washed over her and her pussy walls tightened around Liam's boner. 

At the same time, Liam's cock erupted as jets of his hot seed coated the inside of Noelle's pussy. He couldn't believe how much semen was coming out of his dick. Noelle lifted herself off his cock that was still dribbling cum and rock hard, pointing straight in the air. His mushroom head was red and engorged and his entire cock was lathered with a mixture of their cum. 

Noelle quickly got on her knees and started to suck Liam off, trying to suck out the rest of the cum spurting from his veiny member. Liam's balls were twitching as the last few drips of spunk dripped out of his dick. He looked down at Noelle's cum covered mouth and chin and smiled. He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. 

They broke their kiss and got dressed quickly. Liam pulled out a cigarette and handed one to Noelle. They lit them and started walking back to the party. They walked in complete silence until they reached the remainder of the crowd in the backyard near the pool. 

"Liam!" He turned and saw a group of his buddies waving at him. 

"Looks like you've found your friends," Noelle smiled at him. "I guess I will see you around. Thanks again for the smoke."



House Party: Starry Night



This piece came from a brainstorming session with Money, and thanks goes to him for suggesting it. Everyone is over 18, etc. Comments and Feedback are welcome. Enjoy! 

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The music was thumping, vibrating the entire house with the heavy bass line. Speakers set well past 11 blasted out the sounds of rock. This place was a party. Red cups and bottles flowed freely; the smell of sweat, cheap liquor and cheaper beer mingled in the air. Through the din one Katy Perry made her way around, a cup of mystery drink in her hand. 

It was not her idea to come here, rather her friend Tory, who was now nowhere to be found. No doubt she was enjoying herself. Katy however was subject to a never-ending barrage of college age boys. Drunk with liquid courage, they threw themselves at her with reckless abandon. It was embarrassing. Fortunately, no one had recognized her. Lord knows what would happen if that happened. 

Katy desperately wanted to leave, but Tory had the keys. From her survey of the crowd in the living room, she had already found companionship. 

"Ugh." She grunted as she stepped over a drunk; passed out clutching a bottle of Canadian Mist like a newborn with a bottle. Katy recognized him as one that shamelessly threw himself at her earlier. She really wanted to kick him, but resisted lest she damage her shoes. Looking for a change the raven haired singer stepped outside. 

The smell of sweat vanished as she stepped outside onto the patio, but the smells of liquor and regret lingered. All about people shuffled. Cups floated alongside top less girls in the pool. Occasionally a brave boy would cannonball in, unconcerned about his clothing or whoever he landed on. As much as she was revolted, being outside was much preferable to being inside. Already the track had changed, AC/DC threatened to knock the house down with a live version of TNT. 

Katy stared at the large two story as it seemed to vibrate. "Quite the show huh?" 

Katy snapped out of her reverie and looked about for the speaker. Seated all alone on a pool chair was a man that was seemingly unconcerned by all that was happening around him. She approached carefully. 

"I suppose it is. All are the parties like this?" 

He gestured to the chair next to him, inviting her to sit. "Usually. My friend needed a ride here so I obliged. I'm not one for the party scene but I figured I would watch the fireworks." 

Katy sat down next to him, eyeing him up. Average height, with a mass of close cropped brown hair on his head. Tan skin from working outside, a goatee that had a surprising amount of red in it, and impossibly blue eyes. She could like this guy. "Katy." 

"Greg. Pleased to meet you Ms. Perry." He extended a hand. 

She shot upright. "You know?" 

"Yep. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret." He smiled as she shook his hand. It was strong, pleasant. 

"Thanks." She leaned back down and brought the red cup she'd been avoiding to her lips. 

"I wouldn't do that." 

"What?" She looked down at the cup with suspicion. 

"The cup. The boys spiked it with something." 

"Did they?" She asked, setting the cup down. 

"It's their style." He watched as she pushed the cup away. "They want the easy lay, and it improves their odds." She knocked it over, not caring where the contents went. 

"I need a drink." 

"Here." He reached behind his chair and pulled out a beer bottle. He popped the cap and handed it to her. 

"Matilda?" Katy asked, studying the label. 

"Classy beer for a classy lady." 

She giggled at the line, but took a sip regardless. It was good beer, much better than the PBR and stale Miller coming out of the kegs. The two settled in, coming to a comfortable conversation over the next hour. Katy remarked on her career, while learning about Greg. He was a bit of a traveler but did volunteer work for the rescue service during wildfire season, hence why he was here now. Occasionally an errant splash or bikini top would fly towards them. It was all going well, then Chad came over. 

"Hey G, what are you doing at this dig. You're not a party guy. And certainly not for the likes of this fine female." The bleached blonde douche bag was slurring his words, obviously drunk. He constantly pulled at his white tee, trying to cool off, or show off his body. 

Katy wanted to tell him off, her anger rising, but Greg handled it. "Her name is Katy." 

"Whatevs man, you don't belong here. Just leave so the real guys can meet with this lady." Chad's face turned an even brighter shade of red. His anger overcoming his already inebriated self. 

"Fine. I guess I'll leave." He turned to Katy and winked at her. "I'll be seeing you again." 

Katy watched as he got up and made room for Chad, walking around the drunk. 

Katy watched in horror as he left. Uncertain what to do. Though when he stopped to tie his shoe right behind Chad, she realized his plan. Greg looked over and winked again. "Shoelace." 

"Now that the idiot is gone...let's get to know each other." Chad moved uncomfortably close. 

Katy stood up, putting on an obviously fake smirk as she came up to him. "Lets." She slowly lead him back until he was mere inches from the prone Greg. 

"Let's start with a kiss." Chad moved in, his face puckered in an even more obnoxious pose. 

"Let's start with this!" Katy put her hands to his chest and shoved. The bleached blonde stumbled back, his legs leaving him as he hit Greg. His balance now gone, he flailed about before taking a nosedive into the pool. He disappeared under the water, breaking the surface mere seconds later. 

"You bitch!" Chad managed to shout as he tried to tread water. 

"Later hon." Katy gave a mock wave and joined Greg. "Ready to go?" 

"With you? Always." She looped a hand around his and they left the party. The house still shook as heavy rap took the revelers deeper into the night. Greg lead her to his car, an old Dodge Durango, and opened the door for her. A real gentleman. She thought to herself. Already she could feel a longing within her. 

"Where are we going?" Katy asked. 

"I know a place that's much nicer." He responded, putting the car in gear and started to move away from the house party. 

"Oh wait." Katy dug through pockets until she pulled out her phone. With it, she punched up three numbers and hit call. "Yes I'd like to report a house party...Yeah, probably underage...Very loud...318 Elm Street...thanks." She killed the call with a satisfying beep. 

"What was that?" 

"Oh nothing, I may have just called the police on the party." Katy said with a satisfied smirk. 

"Oh you little devil." The pair drove in silence for several moments, the tension increasing in the air. Katy was concerned when Greg suddenly turned off the main road, and the truck started up a hill. After several more moments of driving they came to a stop. "Here we are." He unbuckled and exited the vehicle. 

Katy too stepped out. "Where are we?" 

"Overlook. You can see the city below, and I'm guessing those lights are your police." 

Katy looked and indeed see several pairs of flashing lights speeding across a road. She burst out laughing. "I'm a serious party pooper." 

Greg was at the back of the truck, pulling something out of the trunk. "You're the party Ms. Perry." Katy tensed for a moment thinking the worst, then relaxed when he reappeared with a heavy blanket. He opened it and spread it across the clearing. 

Almost automatically, she went and laid down on the blanket, she didn't realize how cold it was becoming, especially this high up. She looked up into the sky, truly amazed at the sight. The city tended to wash out all the stars, but out here they were all visible. Something warm fell on her as Greg wrapped a blanket around her and pressed another beer into her hands. 

"Thank you." She took a sip, her eyes wide in wonder at the spectacle before her. "Wow there's so many." 

"Billions. If not more." Greg said as he sat down next to her. 

"What's that one?" She pointed up to star that seemed to lazily cruise along the sky. 

"A satellite, maybe the ISS." 

Katy shivered and instinctively scooted closer to Greg, their bodies touching. Only the fabric of their clothes preventing them from getting closer. "What about that one?" 

Greg watched follower her finger. Far above a meteor shot past, the nose bright while a trail of trail of red flames followed as it streaked across the night sky. "Meteor shower. You better make a wish." 

Katy shut her eyes and wished as the flaming rock winked out. They sat watched the sky for a few more minutes, the starry visage occasionally illuminated by flare of another meteor entering Earth's pull. Katy liked this far better than the party down below. 

The tension wasn't thick in the air, but rather ever present. Intoxicating as it surrounded the pair. At one point their fingers intertwined. Katy unknowingly rested her head on his shoulders. It would only take one little drop for the pot to boil over. One little push for the sexual rock to start rolling down the hill. 

They both turned to say something to the other at the same time. Their lips met, electricity dancing between them as the spark hit their brains. The stone was now rolling. Katy melted back into the bottom blanket, her grip taking Greg with her. After several seconds the kiss broke and the pair looked at one another. 

Another kiss, with even more passion. Their lips parted and their tongues danced around each others mouth, an elaborate dance that only they could feel. Katy's free hand slid down Greg's chest, picking out the bumps and ridges of his muscles. When she got to the bottom, she slipped under and started to slide the shirt up. Her fingers felt his bare chest and she liked it. 

Greg broke off the kiss with a sigh from Katy. He reached up and took his shirt off the rest of the way. His hands crept down to her chest, the two large breasts heaving, begging for attention. Katy rotated and flipped him onto his back. Now straddling him, she admired his worked out upper body, vaguely aware of something poking her back. That was for later however. Her arms pushed together her breasts, buttons strained. 

"You like?" She giggled when he was only able to nod. A finger popped off a button. Then another and another. With each button inches of tantalizing cleavage went on display. At last, she got to the final button. Pulling with each arm, her shirt went wide her full glory on display. Her large breasts confined in a black bra. She reached around and undid the strap, sending the bra tumbling to the ground. Despite their size, her boobs were remarkably perky. Resisting gravity's pull with a giant middle finger. Her nipples puckered from both the cold and desire. 

Katy sighed and her eyes fluttered as she felt his hands. The masculine hands wrapped around her waist. Slowly they crept higher and cupped her breasts. Her firm globes felt exquisite in his hands as he hefted them, testing their weight. He slowly began to fondle them. The cold air only adding to the arousal Katy felt. She could only suck in air in gasps as Greg continued his handiwork. 

His hands massaged her chest. Greg seemed to know just where to touch her as he began to gently kneed her bountiful breasts. This wasn't the rough face smashing sex she used to get. She had previously decided that this is how she wanted to be treated. No, this is how she deserved to be treated. His hands cupped each nipple and gently worked them between his fingers. His action elicited a moan of approval. Her nipples responded even more so. Greg had skilled hands and he was a master of his craft. Katy moaned even harder as he kneaded her further. 

Carefully, one hand stopped its actions and slid down her body. Her pants popped open easily as the hand ventured forth to its destination. His hand, left she surmised, slowly worked along her lower abdomen to the V that was her nether regions. Fingertips gently massaged her as it crept lower and lower. It scooted over to her right jean contained thigh and went back and forth slowly. It was the back of his hand, she felt his closely cut nails dragging across her nearly naked flesh. 

She bit her lip in near frustration. Greg knew how to make his tea, he was letting her simmer, but not boil over. She desperately wanted to take over, to grab his hand and shove it deep within her, but knew that would not be the case. He was already putting her pleasure ahead of his. To Katy it was exquisite, this must be what making love felt like, far different from having sex. This was a whole other level. 

His fingers on his right hand squeezed her breast again, causing her to moan out loud, no doubt sending forest creatures moving with her cries. Katy threw her head back in a cry of pleasure as his left got to her clitoris. She felt each finger as is deftly worked on her bud. She never had it gentle before and this was something else. Her ex husband and previous men all were concerned with themselves; a rough pounding then sleep. Slowly his hand withdrew leaving only his thumb. Katy gasped again as she felt a finger probe the lips of her vagina. The finger idly traced their path across her sex before spreading them apart. 

A lone finger slipped into her moist, and leaking, sex and started to explore. Her vagina felt tight as she could feel his every move with his exploring finger. It carefully probed every inch of her insides that it was able to reach. It paused and seemed to tap over her g-spot. The spot that none of her previously lovers, despite the size of their equipment or technique were able to reach. Now this man was able to do it with a single finger. 

A second finger joined the first and together they cut a path across her insides. They hit the g-spot on either side, and squeezed it, massaged it and did everything fingers could to it. Katy felt her orgasm building. She hadn't even felt his penis and she was already cumming. She cried out, shattering the peacefulness of the forest with the throes of her orgasm. Katy spasmed as her lover continued his work. 

Katy leaned forward, doubled over. She landed on Greg, her large breasts dangling in front of his face; her nipples aching for more attention. She whimpered again as she felt his hands withdraw from their work, only to sigh in contentment as both hands started to work her jeans down. Katy worked herself up and stripped down the rest of the way. She turned about; presenting her ample butt to him. His fingers delicately worked over her behind, then began to rub it in a sensual pattern. Katy tensed up as she felt a shift. A hand settled at the small of her back, another at her waist. Her eyes darted open and she tried to look behind her. This was usually a prelude to anal sex. Something she had done, but not enjoyed. Now that she had a moment to reflect, it was probably because who she was with not the act itself. Her magnificent rear end blocked most of her view however. She need not worry, she felt the large bulbous head of his penis probe the folds to her vagina. When did he even get his pants off? She didn't know and quite frankly didn't care. 

He was slow and deliberate in his actions as he worked himself in. He would go in an inch or so, then withdraw another inch, then work two inches in. He kept up this pace. It drove Katy nuts, it was providing her so much pleasure. She swore she felt every ridge and bump of his penis as it worked its way into her sex. She felt, and heard him bottom out within her. His testicles, she had no idea how big they were, hit her thighs with a soft thud. 

He slowly started to withdraw from her, when just the ridge of the head was all that was keeping him inside, he worked himself back in. The pleasure was intense for Katy. It was hard to comprehend the power that he was driving into her. It wasn't the rapid slamming that she had usually received, it was sensual. Her boobs rocked back and forth with each motion. Her engorged nipples traced across the blanket. The sensations fogged over Katy's brain. Her nipples would be cutting through the material if they could get any harder. 

Katy felt her second orgasm coming this time, and she wanted it. She wanted it bad. She urgently pushed back against his efforts, trying to drive the process on faster, but he wouldn't be rushed. For what seemed like an eternity she was on the very edge of a true orgasm. 

Finally, he pushed into her one last time and the dam inside her burst. Katy's entire body went rigid for a moment before starting to spasm, her voice screamed the rainbow as she was suddenly transported to a higher state. In her pleasure filled brain she felt and heard a grunt from her lover and the rush of his semen. She felt each spasm from his dick as more and more of his love juice flowed into her. 

Katy settled down from her high, her consciousness had finally flowed back into her body from where it had be launched and she collapsed in a heap. Her breathing was ragged, and she gasped for breaths between sighs of contentment. She moaned as her lover rotated her over to face the sky and kissed her on the lips. Their tongues intertwined and danced with each other. His head moved to the side and kissed her nape again. 

For several moments the merely laid intertwined with one another, his softening cock dribbling a small amount of cum onto her thighs. Katy shivered, suddenly reminded of the encroaching cold. "We should get going." She said, her tone resigned. 

"We should." Slowly Greg gathered his clothing. In the bare moonlight Katy saw his semi flaccid member. It hung low, hinting at its erect size. Just behind, she could make out the outline of his testicles. The two eggs sat comfortably in their sack. She knew she be seeing those again later. Often and repeatedly if she got her way. 

Katy slowly put her clothes back on. Her nipples stubbornly remained erect, a product of the cold and the sex. She released a gasp when she tried to get her bra back on. The black material scraped along her chest, threatening to restart what just finished. 

Greg was now fully clothed, already gathering up the empty bottles and blankets. When finished he joined her in the car. The pair kissed. "Where too?" 

"I don't know, just start driving." Greg complied and started back down the road. Coming back on the main road they passed the house party. A half dozen squad cars were out in front, their lights illuminating the night in bursts of reds and blues. The pair burst out laughing when they said Chad handcuffed being lead to a cruiser. As the officers directed them past Chad scowled at them. 

"I didn't ask up there, but did you get your wish?" Greg asked. 

"I won't tell." Katy responded a smile on her lips.