0 comments/ 171913 views/ 13 favorites The Partnership By: RexB The partnership had been a resounding success. The three of us had bought the land, developed the subdivision and sold off the entire project at a very good profit, and in doing so had become firm friends. Ken had taken on the operations and project management, Marcel knew sales and marketing, and as for me, Rex, I handled the finance and administration. We made a very tight and effective team. We had organised tonight's dinner to celebrate our success, and to officially end the partnership now that the project was over. Julie and I had decided to host the night at our home rather than going out to a restaurant, so that we could all relax without worrying about how much we could drink, but I did call in caterers to provide a sumptuous meal and pour the wines. I knew Julie was looking forward to the night because she had gone out and bought a new outfit for the occasion - "complete with frilly underwear" I heard her confide on the phone to both Rose and Nicolette, the other two wives who would make up the party of six. "Why the underwear?" I had asked her. "Expecting to get lucky tonight, are you? Show me what you bought." It was Saturday morning, and the evening was due to kick off at 6.30 that night. Julie just laughed, and then said "You'll see them at the party tonight." "At the party?" I queried. "Oops! I meant after the party." she replied. "I think I just caught you in a Freudian slip, my girl, what's your cunning plan for tonight?" This conversation was starting to get interesting. Julie smiled at me, knowing she'd been caught out, and said "Remember six weeks ago, when we had that weekend away with Ken and Rose, how we had a few drinks after dinner and played cards? You and Ken tried to get Rose and me to play strip poker. If that happens tonight, and the other girls give in to the boys' suggestions, I'm not going to be the one wearing granny's knickers!" Then she blushed, and those beautiful blue eyes couldn't hold my gaze, as she realised that she had just implied she was prepared to strip naked in front of our friends. I laughed at her fears and reminded her that there would be caterers present, and that it was a more formal sort of dinner, but throughout the afternoon, my mind kept returning to the thought of Julie stripping down to her sexy undies, removing her bra, peeling off her panties. It was one of my strongest fantasies. Mid-afternoon, Julie ran herself a hot bath to give herself what she always called her "shave and a haircut" - the legs, armpits, and I guess the bikini line, as she always kept her full blond bush neatly shaped. I popped my head in to the bathroom, hoping to catch a peek at her gorgeous big tits that I love so much, and found her sitting on the side of the bath, her pubic area completely covered in shaving cream, and looking at herself down there with a small shaving mirror. I quickly retreated, not realizing that a simple trim job was so complicated. At about five thirty, I poured us both a scotch and soda, and started to get ready myself. By five past six, I was dressed, casual but with a jacket, and sipping my second scotch. Julie was still working on her preparations, and I knew she'd be down soon. At precisely six thirty, she descended the stairs an absolute vision, her blond hair swept back, and wearing a sheer, black, two-piece outfit, the top caressing her breasts softly, and the full-length skirt accentuating and defining the gentle curve of her hips. Stocking and heels completed the elegant ensemble and left me feeling shabby and underdressed. But what the hell, I've never been known for my dress sense. Sensing that my timing would be right, I went to the front door and opened it to find Marcel and Nicolette, just about to ring the bell, with Ken and Rose following them up the path. I shook hands with Marcel and hugged Nicki. She gave me a kiss on both cheeks in her very French manner, which I must say I enjoyed very much. She was dressed in a hip hugging, skin tight pair of black jeans that left nothing to the imagination except the faint outline of a skimpy g-string running up from her buttocks, while her top was a black and silver, swirly thing that accentuated her small breasts, making them look decidedly perky, then stopped short at the midriff. Her outfit perfectly complemented her black hair and tanned olive skin. Shaking hands with Ken, I looked over at Rose, and fell in love all over again. Every time I see her, I wonder at the perfect, flawless skin, auburn hair and fine facial features that her English heritage has blessed her with. Dressed in a light grey tartan skirt and jersey top, she simply smiled and took my breath away. Pulling myself together, I offered drinks and everyone settled down for a chat. As the easy conversation filled the room, I enjoyed musing on the differences and similarities that made these people my friends. The stark differences between Ken, Marcel and me. Ken is a bull of a man, both physically and in the way he applies himself to his work, letting nothing and no one get in the way of what he wants to achieve. Marcel, on the other hand is a handsome but slightly built man who relies on his charm and a persuasive manner to achieve his ends. As for me, I often call myself Mr Average - average good looks, medium build, steady temperament, but with one advantage that sets me apart. I'm good at working with people, planning, directing, steering them. There may be a little bit of a control freak in my makeup. I think the thing that made us all close friends in spite of these differences was the comfortable confidence each of felt in ourselves and in each other - enough so that we could accept and enjoy our differences. Ken and Rose held hands as they listened to Marcel explain the intricacies of the European soccer rules, while Nicki tousled his hair, and Julie and Rose discussed how men's conversation always seemed to revolve around balls. I laughed as Nicki picked up a cushion and threw it at me, saying "You're staring at my tits again!" and I realised I had been. They all laughed at my embarrassment. Night had just fallen as dinner was served. The meal began with the shell of a blue swimmer crab loaded with crabmeat, avocado, and a crumbling of Stilton cheese over the top. Over a bottle of crisp Semillon, I made a little speech of welcome and expressed my appreciation for the dedication of my partners, the understanding and patience of our wives, and the true friendships that we had developed. I was touched by the applause that broke out as I sat down, and Julie's kiss on the cheek that followed. Over the fresh asparagus and bacon soup, with herbed focaccia and a fairly dry, unwooded chardonnay, Ken responded to my speech, thanking me for having kicked off the project, and giving us all the opportunity for success. Marcel followed, but in a more light hearted vein with his typical Gallic charm, ending in a risqué joke. The wine was obviously beginning to take effect on the mood of the party. That set the tone for the rest of the meal, with each of us trying to outdo the others with jokes and stories. Over a most delicious steak Diane, for which I had given the caterers my own recipe, and a robust bottle of Hermitage, I told my modest little joke. "There were these three old guys on the hill overlooking the beach, sitting on the bench in the sun, and enjoying the young ladies walking up and down, or tanning themselves. The old fellow on the left says to the other two ' See that one over there wearing the green costume. Now she reminds me of a girl I used to know. I'd love to give her a big kiss." "After half an hour goes past, the one on the right says ' See that one in the yellow bikini, now she's really beautiful. I'd like to go down there and give her a big hug!" "An hour goes past, and the one in the middle says 'See that one over there, with her top off. Wow, I'd love to go down there and ... I'd love to ...I'd love to ... Now what WAS that other thing we used to do?" Everyone laughed, but Julie couldn't stop giggling as she compared the three old guys to Ken, Marcel and me. Ken and Marcel immediately voted me the old guy with the lousy memory. "I'll show you how good my memory is tonight!" I said to Julie. "Promises, promises", she replied, and in a fake stage whisper to the others, said," he'll forget in ten minutes". I let the caterers go home after the main course, telling them we could serve the rest of the meal ourselves. Over a mango and maple syrup sorbet washed down with sparkling champagne, the stories became more risqué and ribald. By the time Julie and I brought out the cheese and fruit, we were all more than a little merry, and started to ramble on about every party's favourite subject - sex. Marcel, who fancies himself as the last of the great French lovers, bemoaned the fact that there were fewer opportunities for a man to "get a bit" these days - not for himself of course he hurried to explain to Nicki as she bristled at his remarks, but speaking hypothetically. Back in the old days a man simply carried a paper bag, but now he must go equipped with condoms and lubricants etcetera. We three men laughed at the reference to a paper bag, knowing the old line about "not arranging the mantle-piece when you are stoking the fire", but the ladies didn't understand. I had to explain to them that the paper bag was to put over the heads of the ugly ones. Amid the uproar this remark caused, I quickly changed the subject to my personal favourite - tits. I said, "You know, there are six billion people on this planet. Half of them have tits, and the other half want to play with them. Now why is it that there are six billion tits in the world, and yet I only have one set to play with. Mind you, Julie does have beautiful big tits, but I could handle a lot more if they were offered. What do you guys think?" The other two men agreed with me, Ken saying yes, there should definitely be more sharing, but Marcel saying yes, she definitely did have beautiful tits. I think we lost the thread of the argument about then. There may have been a little bit of female revenge for the paper bag comment in what happened next, or it may just have been the drink, but Julie sat back in her chair, cupped her full breasts through her sheer black top, and said, "Eat your heart out guys. Oh God, they feel good tonight!" And she proceeded to massage her own tits in front of us. Nicki immediately caught on, and started to do the same thing, but she was able to reach under her little silver top and hold her breasts directly. "I'm not wearing a bra," she announced, as she tweaked her nipples and made false noises of passion in a feline duet with Julie. Rose, on the other hand, didn't join in, but she had this quiet look of arousal on her face, and her soft jersey top betrayed her passion with two very prominent nipples poking out for all to see. We all noticed. Ken let out a howl like a wolf in heat, and I joined in. The girls burst into laughter, then shooed the three of us out into the games room to pour a round of liqueurs while the coffee was brewing. I was horny. I had been since morning, since Julie talked about being ready to play strip poker, but the events of the past few minutes had made it worse. I think the other two were feeling the same way. Marcel started to apologise for his remarks, but I chuckled and asked him " Tell me, who has the best tits out of our wives?" He grinned and replied, "I don't know, I haven't tried them all yet." Ken responded "Don't I wish..." At that moment the ladies in the kitchen erupted into laughter over something and, a short time later, arrived in the games room carrying coffee. From the looks on their faces some devious plan was in their minds. They gave us a few minutes to drink our coffee, and then Julie announced that they had a party game to play, called "Paper Bag". She then told us how it worked. "We don't have any paper bags, so we will put a pillowcase over each man's head. It will be tucked in to your collar so you can't see, but it will still let you breathe. Then you'll find out how the game is played - but you must promise not to remove the pillowcase until we tell you." We agreed. This was intriguing. Each woman went up to her husband and put the "paper bag" over his head and tucked it in. We were told not to move. Then we waited. I could hear a rustling sound nearby. Then I heard Julie, standing very close to me, say "Hello darling" as she took my hands in hers. I heard Rose and Nicki say something similar to their husbands. What I wasn't prepared for was the moment when Julie drew my hands to her breasts - her bare breasts. I felt her warm skin, her erect nipples, moved my hands up to her shoulders to find them bare, back to her beautiful tits. She was naked from the waist up. And so were Rose and Nicki, judging by the deathly hush in the room. It seemed like an eternity that I massaged and fondled her beautiful big breasts, feeling the warmth of that smooth skin, the heat emanating from her hard, erect nipples. I was incredibly aroused by the intense quiet, and the certain knowledge that there were three topless women in the room, having their tits squeezed. What happened next stunned me. Our wives told each of us not to move and not to remove our "paper bags". Julie moved away, but soon my hands were taken again, and drawn up to bare breasts. But these breasts were not Julie's. Incredible! I felt a pair of firm small tits, and I knew I was fondling Nicki's beautiful small breasts, with the most erect nipples I had ever known. The blind and silent eroticism of the moment, the feeling of fondling Nicki, it was sending my senses spiralling, and my cock was fully erect. Her quiet voice close to me said "Don't move" and moved away. Soon my hands were taken again, and held against the soft, silky skin that I knew had to be the breasts of dear Rose. I was in heaven. Rose kept hold of my hands, and moved them over her breasts, drew them up to her shoulders, put them around her back, and back again to her perfect breasts. Her nipples were erect and prominent, and very sensitive. As I gently squeezed them between my thumbs and fingers, I heard an intake of breath that spoke more eloquently than words. Her head rested softly on my shoulder. Soon she moved away, and we heard Julie's voice from across the room. "Okay boys, you can take off your "paper bags". We've had our fun." I removed the pillowcase from over my head, blinking in the sudden brightness to find Ken and Marcel in a similar state. I finally focused in the direction of the voice. There they were, our three ladies, standing near the doorway to the games room, bare-breasted and posing as though for some erotic photograph. We didn't move. We were speechless, except for 'Fuck!' and 'Holy Shit!' and 'My God!' With a laugh, they quickly left the room, taking their garments with them. I went to the bar and poured each of us a stiff drink -- to match our cocks I'm sure. Then we erupted into hilarious laughter at the trick that had just been played on us. While we had been granted our wish of sharing our wives' tits, we had ended up being the "paper bag" uglies. The ladies took some time to return. Before they did, we spoke our minds easily to each other, comparing each wife's tits to what we had imagined. Both Ken and Marcel drooled over Julie's big tits, and I pointed out how lucky Marcel was to have a wife with such incredible sensitive nipples, and Ken to have such perfect creamy breasts to suck on at night. Marcel suggested that we turn the tables on them, and up the ante. When we pressed him to explain, he suggested that the ladies be "bagged", and that we each perform oral sex on our wives, with the first to climax being declared the sexiest. I agreed immediately. I was so horny I would have agreed to anything. It wasn't just the erotic petting of a few moments ago, but the realization that just a few moments ago my two partners had fondled my wife's bare breasts and had then seen her with her tits exposed, as I had done with their wives. If the ladies agreed to Marcel's suggestion, then we would be crossing a line here. But it wasn't really sex, was it? Was it just foreplay? We signified our agreement, by doing the old partnership handshake, both arms crossed, shaking the hands on either side of us. As we did, the ladies re-entered the room, having dressed themselves and reapplied their makeup. They giggled as each wife rejoined her husband, and we smiled back, knowing that the tables were about to turn. Julie sat down beside me and grinned as she put her hand between my legs and gently squeezed my cock. "Enjoy the show, did we?" she said. I noticed that she had put her top back on, but not her bra, and her nipples were still erect. I looked over at Rose and realized that she too was braless and her nipples were poking firmly at their soft jersey covering. When I looked over at Nicki, what I saw delighted me. She had settled on the floor at the feet of Marcel sitting in the soft leather chair. She had twisted to rest her arms on his leg, and place her chin upon her arms. In doing so, her top had ridden up to expose the bottom of one breast, and all of the other - a perfectly shaped, small, tanned breast, capped with an engorged dark brown nipple that I knew to be much larger than Julie's. As I looked, I realized that Julie, Ken, and Rose had also noticed, but none of us said a single word. We just looked at her tits and enjoyed her unaware flashing. Then it hit me that more was still to come, if a twist could be spun into what happened next. If I could make it happen, I would not be blindfolded, but would be free to watch as one of my friends removed my wife's panties, opened her legs for us all to see, and put his tongue inside her slit - with me watching. Oh God, I wanted to see it happen so badly. "Fancy another game?" I enquired. Julie said, "I'm game." Nicki replied, "Okay." But Rose said, "What are the rules?" Clever Rose. Choosing my words carefully, I explained the rules of the game I called "When Harry Met Sally" as proposed by Marcel. There was a moment of tense silence before Rose finally spoke up. "Okay, I'm in," she said, and the other two then confirmed that they would play. I explained that each wife must remain blindfolded, must not assist with her hands, which were to be kept by the side. Each wife was free to make as much noise as she wished during the event, but on reaching a climax, should call out "Oh Harry!" to proclaim her climax to the world. The tension in the air was palpable, as each of us applied a table napkin blindfold to our own wife - no "paper bags" for these beauties. Then Marcel brought up a valid point - Nicki was wearing tight jeans, and the other ladies were wearing skirts that could be easily lifted. The ladies agreed that Nicki should remove her jeans, and we agreed that Rose and Julie could lift their skirts before being positioned - but that all panties would remain in place to begin. Silently, Marcel kneeled in front of Nicki, and reached forward to undo her skin-tight black jeans. She flinched as he touched the bare flesh of her stomach, but he soon had the top button undone and her fly unzipped. She stood firm as he pulled her jeans down over her thighs and off her bottom. He left her tiny black g-string on, and led her by the hand to the sofa, where he turned her around and pushed on her shoulders so that she sat down. He quickly removed her jeans. Ken and I were rooted to the spot, just watching. Next I moved Julie to one of the leather arm chairs, positioned her, and unbuttoned her long black skirt from floor level to her panties, leaving it still buttoned at the top but folded back from her panties. She sat down and scooted her bottom forward, ready to have her panties removed when the time came. The Partnership "The Principal wants to see Mike Spencer," Louis Broderick's smirk showed his feelings. Just being the messenger for Mr Hess, the Principal , made him feel all superior and virtuous over me. He was one of those fat, dorky kids, who were no good at sports and not bright enough to do more than scrape into Community College. I was the opposite, near six foot, sporty with a muscular physique to match and if I'm not arrogant enough to say I had movie star looks, I certainly had the looks of handsome daytime soap star. And it wasn't a second rate Community College I was destined for, but a top East Coast establishment and then - who knew? I could see why he hated me, I was bad boy senior who seduces all the cute blondes and doesn't even leave the second pickings for guys like him. I could see it in his smile, mocking and arrogant at the thought I was going to get it in the neck for some misdemeanour or other. Perhaps, he imagined, I'd been caught making out with a cheerleader in the broom cabinet or in the hall without a pass. He knew I wasn't going to be thrown out of school, there's no way he'd have been sent as a message if it was that serious, but I guess he hoped I'd be hitting detention or at least a call to my Mom who'd ground me for a week. Mrs Kendall nodded towards the door, "You better go Mike. Louis take a seat, you're late." Even Mrs Kendall's snapped tone couldn't smother his smile as he took his seat. I picked up my bag and left him to his fantasies, knowing that was all they were. He was too dumb to realise that for what he thought of as a moment's victory over me, calling it out in class, had pissed Mrs Kendall. It wasn't just that she didn't like latecomers, whatever the reason, but she also a small case of the hots for me; lots of women young and old did, many of them much foxier than my overweight Math teacher. I sauntered down the corridor, in no hurry, taking advantage of being out of class to relax and make the most of my momentary freedom. I came to the Principal's office, entering the outer reception with an easy stride. Sitting in front of her desk was the PA, Mrs Goodall, a thirtysomething divorcee with a nice pair. "Hi, I hear the Principal wants me." I gave her a charming smile, it never hurt to keep her on my side and give her a little hope that she was still attractive. "I've been a bad boy I guess." She tittered and blushed slightly, "I'm sure it's nothing Mike." "You'd tell me if it was. Best for me to go in prepared," I smiled at her. "I've not heard a thing, it's probably just something minor. You've handed in your homework on time?" I shrugged, "Yeah. I think." I stood straighter, stiffening my back acting like I was a doomed hero heading for his final sword fight, "I better get it over with." Mrs Goodall nodded, all sympathy and feeling. She pressed the intercom on her desk, "Mr Hess it's Mike Spencer. You wanted to see him." The intercom remained silent. Instead the office door jerked opened and Mr Hess stood framed in it, an angry look on his face. "In here Spencer," he snapped peevishly. He turned back in and Mrs Goodall gave me a 'you'll be okay' look and I gave her 'I'm a strong soldier' one in reply and followed him in. The Principal waited until I was in before he slammed the door so loudly the frame rattled. For a moment we remained their in silence, me the fit, six foot High School stud and him; five foot eight, starting to run to plumpness in his late forties and with hair that was too long to be fashionable and too short to be cool. Suddenly he grinned and reached out to clap me on the shoulder, "Hey Mike. How you like the theatre?" I grinned back and shrugged, "Paul," I used his first name as I always did when we were alone, "You were born to be an actor. I was almost convinced for a second you'd caught me fucking a cheerleader behind the gym." "Have you being doing?" he grinned and sat on his desk. Without an invite I dropped down on the chair opposite it and put a foot up on his desk, making him move a couple of papers to accommodate it, "Of course I have." "Lucky bastard," he shook his head, "Some of the girls on the squad, they're fucking sexy as hell." He sighed, "But you don't shit where you eat." "But you can shit elsewhere," I consoled him. "Yes," he grinned widely, "Speaking of what you got any plans for the weekend?" "Thought I'd bang some hot cuties," I gave a small laugh and he snorted a chuckle with me, "What about you?" "I was planning to nail hot cuties as well," he replied with a grin. "So you want to get the partnership together?" "Why do you think I called you to my office?" he answered. We'd formed the partnership about six weeks ago. I'd hardly known Paul before. I mean I knew who he was; I'd even talked to him a couple of times – though talking is perhaps overstating him wishing me luck once before a game when I was a freshman and another time when he saw me chewing gum and told me to spit it out. But we weren't on first-name terms – he was the Principal or Mr Hess and I was Spencer, I'm not sure he knew my first name. I thought we moved in different orbits, he didn't even live in our town but one over; a place called Roseview. And it was while I was banging some cutie that lived there that we formed the partnership. I'll give you the details sometime, but it turns out the hot cheerleader, Becky, I was fucking was also giving it to the Principal of the neighbouring school. I'm still not sure whether she was a blonde and dumb or it was a deliberate set-up to get two big-dicked fuck-machines together with her, but on a night her parents were away she invited us both over for a fuck. Once I'd got over the surprise of seeing Mr Hess turn up, cocked and loaded so to speak and agreed that neither of us wanted to turn away and go home with balls full there was only one option; that was to share her. I wasn't a DP virgin; I'd been double-teaming girls virtually since I started banging. But most of my buddies aren't into it; they reckon it's kinda gay to be bouncing your prick against some other guy's wiener. Me... I ain't homophobic, so I don't give a shit about any queer connotations, what I do know is fucking a girl whilst she's getting dicked by another guy, especially one who's endowed, is some of the best screwing ever. Most of times I'd done it, well as I say it was fun, but short lived, the other guys quickly pulling out and leaving me too it, only coming in again after I'd cum. But Paul was into it as much as I was; and for a man pushing fifty and with a stomach that wasn't, in any way, washboard flat he'd got stamina and power. And experience. So much that after we'd DP'd her once, we recovered and did it again with Paul giving me hints on my technique. I'm a quick learner, smart y'know. And Becky, sandwiched between us, appreciated. Afterwards as she was taking a shower me and Paul got to talking. Turns out my Principal was a big a male whore as I was. Whilst he avoided students at his own school, otherwise he nailed everything that moved between eighteen and fifty-eight. And not only that he was as into sharing hot sluts as I. I guess it was inevitable that we formed the partnership, two guys, one an eighteen year old senior, one a forty-eight year old Principal dedicated to DPing and otherwise sharing hot sexy beauties. I grinned at him, "So you got any specific plans?" I could felt my dick hardening at the thought of double-fucking some cutie over the weekend and glancing at the mound forming in Paul's pants, my High School Principal was feeling the same. "I've got some ideas. teen or milf?" he asked. Over the last few weeks we'd shared and enjoyed both. I shrugged, without knowing details I couldn't choose, "Which one is the easiest?" "Gwen, she's experienced, done it before, I went to a swingers party with her and her hubby once, she goes like an express train," he frowned considering. "Thinking about it she's so easy we can leave her for any weekend we're free. We just give her a call and check her husband can take the kids to the movies whilst we nail her." "So the other?" "Taylor, just turned eighteen a few months back. I've been fucking her since then, she's hot as hell and now wanting the two dick experience," he grinned, and if in answer to an unspoken question added, "She's a friend of my youngest." I raised my eyebrows slightly. Paul was divorced, his wife having lasted a dozen years of him nailing anything that moved before having enough, but I knew he remained on good terms with her and his two daughters, the youngest a senior in Roseview High, her sister a year older and in College. "You think it'd be alright with fucking her? It's not going to piss Ceri off when she hears?" He grinned and shook his head, "Who do you think introduced us?" I hadn't met Paul's kids yet, but knowing that she was a procurer of pussy made me want to meet Ceri at least and see if she had other tight-cunt teen friends that she could introduce me to. In the meantime I nodded, "You think she's up for it, to be made a total fucktoy?" Paul nodded, "She's one of nature's sluts. I banged her ass first time we met, fucked her face as well. She'll do anything, try anything, that's why she wants to try a DP." I grinned, "Hell then. Let's do it." "I thought you'd say that," Paul said, "I'll give her a call. You want to come over about seven on Saturday? I'll give you a call if anything changes; it shouldn't though – Taylor is up for it." "Yeah, that works for me," I pulled my feet of the desk and stood up, our weekend plans complete. Paul slapped me on the shoulder, grinning for a second before he put on his fake stern face. Then he marched over to the door and yanked it open, gesturing me out with a thumb, "And I don't want to see you in here again Spencer." I gave a half-assed shrug and a mumbled "Yes sir," I trudged into the reception with just a touch of teenage rebelliousness, but not too much; I didn't want Mrs Goodall wondering why I was getting away with shit. I needn't have worried; she was looking up at me with concerned eyes as Paul slammed the door behind me. "What did Principal Hess want with you?" I thought quickly, we hadn't thought of what I would say. Inspiration hit within seconds; I gave a small shrug, "Don't know, Mrs Goodall, he just ranted for a bit and I let him." I gave a quick roguish smile that was sure to make her wet for me tonight, a bit of devil may care that would be all round the staff-room and do my reputation for being the man no harm amongst the female teachers. "Oh, Mike, you're bad," Mrs Goodall said with her mouth, but with her eyes telling a different story. * I told my Mom I was going out with the guys and would be back later before jumping in my car and going over to Paul's. I arrived in plenty of time, the only car outside was his. He answered the door with a grin and invited me in. "There's beer in the fridge if you want one." I accepted, I'm not a big drinker, especially before fuckfests, I don't want alcohol to ruin a performance, but one wouldn't do any harm. We sat on the couch shooting the breeze for ten minutes or so, reminiscing over our previous partnerings and talking about what we were going to do to Taylor when she arrived. It was one of our unspoken rules that we didn't talk school (or work for him); when the partnership was in play we were just buddies out to screw a slut together. At seven, almost as the clock hands moved into position, there was the sound of the doorbell. I drained my beer and Paul went to open it. As we expected it was Taylor, Paul inviting her in. From the way he described her I was expecting something; she was that and half again – slender, petite, with long red hair that swept half-way down her back, just a touch of freckling on her cheeks and with a smile that offered lots. She was wearing tight jeans that clung to her legs and shapely ass and a tight vest, which clung even tighter over her handful size firm titties, the nipples jutting through the material as a promise. I stood up as she confidently walked over to me, "You must be Mike Spencer." "Yeah, you're Taylor..." I realised Paul hadn't told me her surname. It didn't matter so I left it hanging. "Good to see you." I moved into give her a gentlemanly kiss on the cheek, the only gentlemanly thing I'd be doing to her all night. At the same time I put my hand on her butt and squeezed. Her reaction was to titter and giggle, "Paul has been telling me all about you and him." "He has?" I grinned, "Only the good bits I hope." "It all sounds good," the eighteen year old slut purred. Paul sat on his sofa and patted the seat next to him. "Come sit down, Taylor." She did, swinging round and sashaying over, so that I could see her ass wiggle; an ass I'd be fucking later. She sat down on the couch, literally leaving no space between herself and Paul. I seated myself on the other side, sandwiching her between us. She giggled, "This is nice." Her hands reached out to rub at our expanding packages in our pants. I could feel my cock hardening as she licked her lips, "Very nice." "It is," agreed Paul. His hand was on the back of her neck, stroking the flesh beneath the hair. He moved closer and kissed at her ear. She giggled and then giggled louder as I began to do the same, only with my mouth a little lower so that I was kissing at her throat. Her hands rubbed over our dicks, both straining at our pants. "Get them out," ordered Paul, in his best teacher's voice. He continued to fondle the back of Taylor's neck, but stopped kissing her, instead watching as she reached out and slid down his zip. I'd seen Paul's prick many times before, but I still say it was a thing of awe, nine and half inches, thick and meaty, the veins seeming to pulse as Taylor's hand slid up and down it. "And mine as well," I said. "Okay, Mike," she answered with a sexy smile. Her spare hand unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them an inch or two from my waist before reaching in under my boxers and pulling out my schlong. It was perhaps half an inch smaller than Paul's, but just as wide and hard and ready for action. Taylor's tongue flickered over her lips as she stroked our huge members up and down. Her moves were gentle and relaxed and sensual, her eyes switching from one huge dong to the other, obviously torn between which she was going to concentrate on. She didn't need to worry, that was mine and Paul's job. "You think she's ready for more?" I asked Paul with a smile. The question wasn't for her, but Taylor nodded enthusiastically. Paul's knuckle stroked her neck and he grinned back at me, "We won't know until we try it." Together we stood, leaning over and pulling Taylor up. Then as I pulled my jeans down the rest of the way Paul was taking Taylor's top of. Her tits had been enticing when covered, free they were gorgeous, not large, but firm and round, a squeezable handful. "On your knees," Paul tossed the teen's top to one side and took hold off her shoulders, pressing her onto her knees. I was holding my dick in my hand, slapping it round her face, laughing as she opened her mouth to try and get it in. "Suck it," I said and smacked the huge schlong over her forehead, "Suck my fucking prick," I laughed and swung it at her cheek. She grinned and giggled her mouth following it fruitlessly, the most she could do was manage a quick touch with her tongue as I teased her. Meanwhile Paul had got out of his loafers, slacks and shirt and was standing naked. A slight paunch didn't overshadow the huge cock sticking out. He held his hand up and I slapped it, moving to one side as he replaced me. He continued to tease the horny slut, gripping his huge schlong and using it as truncheon to lightly beat the hottie. Taylor tittered and giggled, rightly recognising that this was just prelude. "Stop, you pigs," she laughed, "Let me suck it." I removed my T-shirt and stood as naked as Paul, my hard cock as pointing at the side of her head. I could see her eyes flicking over to it and then back to Paul's as he banged it over her nose. I could have tagged him, but I knew we'd both get a turn and was content to let him go first. He smiled and nodded in acknowledgement continuing to tease the teen for another half a minute before he stopped. "Open wide Taylor." The teen did so, her mouth hovering an inch from his engorged penis. Paul grinned, "You know this cock's going to be up your ass." Taylor nodded eagerly, keeping her mouth open all the time. "You need to lube it properly before then," said Paul, "Not some half-assed sucking that you give on some four inch midget, but a proper full-on throating. I'm going to stuff this so far down your mouth it's going to end in your stomach. Now open wider..." Taylor's mouth was open so far that her jaw must have been hurting. And it went still wider as Paul pushed in, her eyes becoming rounder as her face was stretched. "Take it, Taylor. Take it like a slut." Paul's hands were on the back of her head, forcing her forward, encouraging her against her gag reflex. She tried to jerk back, instinct taking over, but Paul kept hold of her, driving her head forward as he thrust into her. I stood inches away, from habit stroking my meat to keep it hard, though with the scene in front of me I didn't need any manual stimulation to keep myself erect. "Suck it, suck it all you whore," Paul grunted as he continued feeding himself in. I could see her choking, her body trying to expel the intruder. White bile leaked from the corners of her mouth and there was a touch of panic in her eyes. But Paul knew what he was doing, knowing she was far from being choked yet. He sent the cock in further, "I told you I wanted it sucked properly. Do that, do it, do it!" He went in deeper so that his balls were shoved up against her lips. Her arms flailed and the panic moved to fear. Paul pulled back with a smile, bringing his dripping dick out from between her lips; "See I knew you could take it all." The teen's face relaxed and she smiled, "I can," she said proudly, " I can." "Open wide then," Paul said. Whereas before he moved in one slow, lengthy glide when he entered this time it was with a series of jerks, ramming back and forth as he thrust in and out. Taylor's head shuddered as far as it could with Paul gripping the back of it. I could see her eyes watering as her gag was continually activated and ignored by Paul. White saliva, so thick it looked like sperm, flooded from her mouth and there was a series of muffled grunts and groans as her hit her tonsils like they were a boxing ball. "Yeah suck it, suck it good," Paul called and hit her throat again and again. My dick was aching with desire. Paul grinned and pulled out, holding up his hand for me to slap, "Fuck her face, Mike." "With total pleasure, buddy. Open it Taylor," I stood in front of her and as soon as she opened thrust in. Paul had done the early work, showing her she could take a thick dong all the way in so I didn't need to waste any time. Straight away I grabbed the back of her head, forcing it forward as I started to ram forward. Within a few thrusts she was taking me ball deep, her mouth enveloping my huge dick and her gag reflex filling her mouth with saliva, washing my cock in spit. "Shit, girl, this is fucking fine," I said, "Your mouth is as hot as any pussy." I ain't going to say it was better, but it was wet and warm and her lips were tight round my member as it slammed in and out. "Fuck, fuck, you can fucking suck, you're the face fuck queen." Beside me Paul was standing grinning as he watched my dick ram in and out of the teen's face. "Go for it Mike. Face that slut, get your dick all the way down her throat." I jerked my hips, forcing it into her. I could see her eyes were round and wet, water trickling from them and washing away her eye-shadow as bile splurged from her lips and smudged her lip gloss. "Fuck it," I gasped, "Fuck it." The Partnership I could have spent all night face fucking her, slamming my cock into her throat and making her choke on my python; or at least I could have done if I didn't cum first. And that'd be a waste so early. I jerked my dick out, "How was that?" "Uh, uh, uh," Taylor doubled over, gasping for breath and letting bile and saliva drip from her mouth and down onto her jeans When she looked up her cosmetics were ruined, smeared across her face like they'd been applied by a half-blind clown, but she was grinning, "Fuck hot. That was fuck hot." "Let's get these off," Paul reached down and grabbed her wrist pulling her up before reaching round her front and undoing her jeans. She joined him, quickly undoing the buttons and dragging the tight denim down her shapely legs. He guided her over to the sofa, pushing her down on it. "You won't need these," he said as he pulled her panties down and threw them so far across the room they landed in the kitchen area. I looked down at her pussy, almost shaven apart from a tiny strip of red hair above it, a natural redhead. I grabbed one leg and swung it round so that she was lying across the whole sofa, her head lying on the arm rest and the other leg dangling over the side. "You want me to fuck that tight little cunt, loosen it a little," I asked. I'm sure she nodded, but I didn't wait for an answer already climbing on her and invading the teen fuckhole with my dick. The little slut was soaked and ready for it, squealing in pleasure as I pushed in. A few thrusts and I was in, pounding at the tight slit and ramming my cock balls deep. "That's it, let me fuck that cunt." Paul moved to the side of the sofa and as her head rocked back and forth on the arm rest he began to slide his cock over her face. "Let him bang that tight slit," he grunted. Her mouth opened and in between her squeals she tried to tongue Paul's large member, her tongue flicking out like a salamander as she attempted to catch it. I rammed harder, watching as Paul's prick smacked at her cute, but contorted, face. He raised his hand and I slapped it, "Your turn buddy," I laughed as I pulled the cock out and left the pussy vacant for my High School principal. "Oh I want some of that," Paul smiled. He moved round the front and with a strong jerk her grabbed Taylor and dragged her onto the floor and onto her hands and knees. "I definitely want some of that," he said as he moved behind her. "Oh yeah, I want it as well," squealed Taylor, obviously enjoying herself, "Screw me, fill my tight pussy." Just as he'd prepped her mouth I'd prepped her pussy and Paul was in it with one thrust, his balls smacking at her lips as he drove his full nine and a half in. The teen squealed and shook, "Oh my shit, that's so fucking big. It's filling me." "Yeah, fuck it," grunted Paul and started nailing her doggy style. The teen bounced and rocked, her body jerking back and forth as she was rammed deep. She shrieked in pleasure, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck me." So far each of us had been fucking her separately, but it was time she found out what a partnership meant. "Open your mouth, suck my dick," I grinned and for the second time fed my dick between her teeth and into her wet, warm mouth. This time I wasn't going so deep, I didn't want her choking putting Paul off his game, buddies look out for each other like that. Even so it was still going in a good half-way down its length, pounding at first one cheek and then the other, making it look like there was some alien beetle trying to force its way out. "Fuck Taylor, you're a slut," I grunted, "Sucking and fucking all at once." There was a muffled sound from a mouth full of dick, but from her eager movements and sparkling eyes I was guessing she wasn't disagreeing. We kept at it for a short while, two dicks ramming the slut from each end, me and Paul grinning at each other and working together to keep her squeezed and rocking. But I knew my partner so well I sensed he was ready to switch moments before he pulled his cock out of her pussy, soaked with her cunt juice. "I'm going to go for the other hole," he said, reaching down to her cheeks and pulling them apart. I pulled my own cock out, dripping with saliva and watched Taylor's face twist as she was anally invaded. "Ow," she gave a squeak, "Ooohh," she followed it with a purr. "I'm going to get it all in, stretch this butthole," Paul said. He pushed his huge whopper at her backhole, slowly forcing it apart and driving his dick in. The teen's face went through a multitude of expressions, delight, pain, discomfort, pleasure. Paul continued working back and forth, each time sending himself deeper into her until his balls were slapping at her butt cheeks and his belly was bouncing against her. "That's good. You are so fucking ass tight." "Oh yeah, big boy, do my ass, split it open," Taylor called out for a few seconds. Then my cock was in front of her face again and I was instructing her to open up. She did as a good slut does and my dick was soon being sucked again, her tongue doing wonders to my large slab of meat. "Fuck Mike, this girl's ass is so fucking hot," Paul grinned at me as he slammed back and forth, ramming his nine and half in and out of her most intimate hole. "It's so tight and taut. It's like screwing an anal angel." "She can suck as well," I smiled back, my hands holding her head and encouraging her down my dick. "She's so damned good I bet she's blown half her football team; and if she's not they're missing a treat." "Let's hope she's not, we play them in a couple of weeks and I don't want them to get any encouragement," he said, "though if she wanted to go into our locker room I'd turn a blind eye." We laughed and continued to pound her from each end. Taylor's body rocked between us, taking Paul deep in her ass and licking and sucking my large prick. "You want some ass?" Paul held up his hand for a slap and as my palm hit his he pulled out. I was round her in seconds, pushing my prick into her wide open asshole before the gape had time to close. Taylor groaned, "Oh shit Mike, oh shit, fuck me, oh please fuck me good." "I am going to," I said and began to pound it, spearing the ass with my cock. Paul was right, it might not have been as tight and taut as when he'd started banging it, but it was still damned hot. And from her moves, the way she ground against me this girl wasn't averse to a hard anal fucking. "Shit, Taylor, shit." Paul had moved round the front of her, "Suck my cock." Taylor grunted as she rocked back and forth, "But that's just been in my ass." "So," Paul grinned and slapped it at her face. "No reason," giggled the slut and her jaw dropped down for Paul to push his manhood into her mouth. Her groans and grunts turned to slurps as she sucked her ass juice from it. I slammed at her as well, grinning at Paul as he enjoyed the sensation of teen mouth on his prick. Our schlongs slapped in and out of the sexy slut, mine going all the way in, Paul's less deep but still enough to keep her mouth full. He grinned wider and gripped her head. I knew he was about to cum. he confirmed it by giving a gasp and grunting, "Swallow, Taylor, swallow." I could imagine his cock pumping and pulsing, filling her mouth with his cum. Despite his admonitions she wouldn't be able to take it all down, there was too much of it and that was without me pounding her ass and keeping her at the wrong angle for swallowing. It didn't surprise me as he pulled out her mouth opened and a rain of cum deposited itself on the rug. "Shit, sorry, fuck," gasped Taylor. Paul grinned and shook his head with a friendly, but despairing expression on it and dropped silently down onto the sofa. "Ooohh," moaned Taylor "fuck my ass. Fuck it good." I jerked out, "It's face fucking time again. Now it's my turn to cum." I twisted her round to face me, dragging onto her knees as I did. This time she didn't mention where the dick had been, but just opened her mouth wide and let me drive it in. I gripped the back of her head with one hand, using the other to balance on her shoulder and let myself rip, pounding and pummelling her throat. I could hear her noises, somewhere between a gulp and growl and a groan. I fucked her harder, "Suck it Taylor, suck my dick." Paul grinned, "Cum in her slut throat. Fill it up Mike." I was so close to cumming. I moved quicker. She vibrated under my pounding, her nose against my crotch, her chin being bounced by my balls. There was a sense of relief as I released, an explosion of pleasure. The cum exploded from my prick. I could feel it swamping her mouth, soaking my schlong as she struggled to swallow the semen down and failed. I pulled my dick out, "Drink it down, swallow it all." She was in a better position than when Paul had shot his load. And while she didn't get it all down her throat a lot less dribbled down her chin and onto her tits. I slumped back down on the sofa, beside Paul as she gasped and swallowed and then licked her cummy lips. After a few moments she looked up, an expression of disappointment on her face, "I'm not saying I didn't love being spit-roasted, but I thought I was going to get my first DP." I grinned at Paul, "Look at her, fucking demanding isn't she?" "Yeah, I mean a normal girl who's being face fucked, pussy fucked and ass fucked would be laid out, sated for the night, but she still wants more." She frowned a little and then smiled, "Hey guys I'm a slut who loves screwing." Then her face fell a little, "And I was still promised a DP." "Who said we've finished?" asked Paul. "There's more cum for Taylor," I added. The little sluts eyes opened wider and smile spread across her face, "Oh yeah." "It'll be quicker if you can give us a hand... a literal hand," Paul said relaxing back on the sofa. "Oh yeah," Taylor repeated and scooted over so fast on her knees I swear she left burn marks on the carpet. With each hand she was gripping a schlong, still slimy with cum and saliva and her cunt and ass juices. She began to pump them up and down eagerly, her eyes flicking between them as they rapidly became hard. I grinned at Paul and he grinned back – there's little better in life than having a hot chick work your dick. "Okay Taylor," I said, "Plant yourself on my prick. Ass down." "Yeah, of course," she giggled. I sat back as she spread her ass and lowered her well used butthole on it. I barely had to guide her down, just a small nudge to keep her on the straight and narrow. My cock was heaving in pleasure as her butthole walls closed round it and she gave a pleasured moan. "Spread your legs a little wider," Paul instructed as he stood up, "get them either side of Mike's." As soon as she had done so Paul came in, spearing her wet cunt with his large, thick manhood. She moaned and shook as it slid down her soaking hole. "Oh my God. I've never been fucked back and front before." "You'll love it," I smiled into her ear. "Once you've been DP'd you'll never look back," confirmed Paul and began to push himself deeper, filling Taylor's pussy with man-meat. I let him lead, setting the pace and getting into a rhythm. I could feel the teen's wall wobbling and stretching as his prick pounded at it, and the shape of it speared through the wall, touching at mine. I gripped Taylor's titties and kept her in position, as she arched and bent, squealing in pleasure, "Oh my God, guys, this is great, this is heaven, I'm loving having two dicks in me." "Yeah Taylor, you teen slut," grinned Paul, "Told you that you'd love it." "I do, I do, fuck me, fuck me, oh my God, fuck me." Paul had got into his stride, hammering his hard member down her soaked fuckhole, thudding to a rhythm. I moved from sitting there with my cock up her teen ass to fucking her, thrusting in as Paul pull back and vice versa. Taylor shrieked and squeaked between us, her body bouncing as we fucked her. She was an enthusiastic little slut, enjoying every second of her double fucking. Paul and me grinned at each other, we were loving it as well. If theirs is little better than life than having a chick work your dick one of the few things that is must be stuffing her hot holes with a buddy. "Lets really go for it," Paul said, "Show this girl what its like." He began to speed up his fucking, ramming in vigorously. I matched him, pounding my thick meat up her asshole, loosening it, but never so much that I couldn't feel its delicious clamp round my cock. Between us Taylor was screaming like she'd gone to paradise, a long series of orgasmic caterwauls. "Fuck man, this is so fucking hot," I slapped my dick balls deep into Taylor, grunting as Paul rammed down just as I pulled back. "Yeah," he grinned, "She's getting a real number, aren't you Taylor?" "Oh my God, oh my God," the teen shrieked in reply, "Oh my God, oh my God." I grinned and rammed up, my prick rocketing up the tunnel up to my sac. I pulled down as Paul hammered down, grinning and grunting as he filled the other hole. I knew my buddy would want a bit of ass and I wasn't selfish. I raised my hand, "Swap." He slapped it with a smile and a nod "Sure thing Mike." He stood up, his cock soaked with Taylor juice and rubbed a strand of loose hair from his forehead. I pushed the teen up, "Switch round. Lower your cunt on my dick this time." She was breathing heavily, hit by orgasm after orgasm so hard that she hadn't had time to recover. However she did as she was told, standing up and turning round, lowering her cunt onto my dick and raising her ass. I lent against the back of the sofa, wrapping my arms round her and sliding my hands down to her ass. I pried apart the cheek, "I think she's ready for you Paul," I grinned, not that with her ass fucked so far open he would need any help to get in. "More than ready," he laughed. "Oh yes," Taylor found her voice and nodded, crushing her naked body into me so that I could feel her titties wobbling as Paul came up behind her and pushed his huge manhood up her anus. As before as he was on top I let him set the pace. And it wasn't slow; brutal, vigorous, speedy – he was thrusting himself down that well-used ass hole so that I could feel his prick poking at the walls into mine. Taylor loved it, almost immediately starting to shake and toss her red hair around, crying out in pleasure, "Oh my God, oh my God." I began to thrust up, filling her wet pussy with dick. She shuddered harder, her body writhing at mine. "Yeah Taylor, take our two cocks, you're the middle of a fuck sandwich." "I am, oh my God, I am," she gasped and cried. Her hands rested on the back of the sofa, gripping it hard, her tits wobbling and bouncing on her slender body. Paul hands were on her waist, holding her in position as he pounded down. Mine were still resting on her ass, Paul's chubby stomach smacking against them each time he rammed his nine and halfer in. The teen shrieked louder, "Oh, oh, oh, fuck me please, fuck me harder." It was hard to fulfil her desire, but me and Paul both grinned at each other and he said, "Let's try it." We started to move quicker and put even more weight and strength behind our thrusts, really pounding those holes and stretching the walls between them so much her pussy and butt must have been aching. Not that you'd have been able to tell from her shrieks and squeals, this was a girl that was enjoying every second of her first two dick stuffing. "Oh my God, oh my God; more, more, more!" We gave it her, thrusting and ramming her holes with wild abandon, turning her into the total DP slut she was begging to be. She screamed more and louder, driving us on and we filled her more, our massive pricks slapping down deep into her holes. "Ready to paint her face?" Paul grunted. "In a few seconds," I gave a few more thrusts in and out, feeling the build up in my balls, "Let's do it." Paul pulled out, gripping his cock in his hand. He grabbed Taylor up, dragging her to her feet, before placing his hand on her shoulder and encouraging her to her knees again. "Ready for your facial, Taylor?" The redhead nodded eagerly, "Oh yes, oh yes." I was on my feet standing immediately next to Paul, our hands pumping at our hard pricks as the excited teen looked up in a begging position. She didn't have long to wait before Paul's cum started to shoot out, arching in the air and falling on her pretty, cosmetic stained face. Mine joined it moments later, blasting out as I groaned in ecstasy. "Oh yes," she cried as the white goo painted her, "Oh that's so good." The two of us continued standing their pumping our cock and facialising the teen until we were drained and she was soaked. Our cum covered her face and dripped down her chin and cheeks onto her naked tits and between them onto her flat stomach. "Shit that was fun," I grinned to Paul. "Always is Mike," Paul replied with a smile. He looked down at the cum soaked eighteen year old, "You want a shower before you go?" "Yes," she stood up and began gathering her clothes from where they'd ended up. "There's some towels up there," Paul said, "Use whichever." He turned to me, "Beer, coffee?" I had a thirst after our energetic screwing, "Just soda would be good." I dropped on the sofa and watched Taylor go upstairs. Soon I could hear the sound of running water from upstairs. After a few moments Paul returned to sit beside me, passing me a cola and sipping one himself. It had, literally, been one fuck of a night. The Partnership She just looked up at me and smiled a look of love. Then, almost as an afterthought, she said, "Did you see the size of their cocks? A girl could get addicted to being fucked like that." I gently moved her onto the sofa, where Nicki, ever helpful, had found towels and was assisting her husband and Ken to recover their stamina by washing their cocks and balls. I looked over at the group and said, "Ken, take your time, but Marcel, you have ten minutes. Oh, by the way Ken, do you mind if we fuck your wife next?" The whole room burst out laughing, and we decided that a coffee break was in order. After coffee, Ken led Rose to the centre of the rug and, very formally, passed her hand to the man who would be mounting her. Marcel accepted her hand with a bow to Ken and a kiss on the hand to Rose, who glanced over his head at me with a timid smile of trepidation. I took her other hand and kissed it, and she relaxed a little. Then we laid her down on the rug like a sacrificial lamb. As Marcel began to massage Rose's belly and pubic mound, I enjoyed fondling and kissing her beautiful tits, making her nipples stand proud, and kissing her. As I kissed her, I whispered in her ear, "I have already come in your mouth, but I want you to take me in your mouth again, and make me hard. I may not come again, but I will make sure that you and Marcel do." As Marcel indicated that he was ready to begin fucking Rose, I moved her off the mat, lay down, and asked her to kneel over me, in sixty-nine style. Marcel understood, and assisted her to get in position with her head over my penis. With Rose's knees straddling my head, I would be able to watch as Marcel offered up his penis to her waiting vagina. I lifted my head and kissed her pussy, then inserted my tongue into her slit and licked her clitoris. She groaned with intense pleasure, and lifted my penis up into her mouth. As she began sucking, I put my hands upward onto her breasts and gently rolled her nipples. Then Marcel positioned his cock at the mouth of her pussy, and gently eased it in. What I hadn't counted on in assuming that position was that Rose's body was so much shorter than mine, that my head was positioned not below her pussy, but behind it, directly below Marcel. I had a worm's eye view of his cock fucking her from about six inches away. While that was an incredibly erotic sight, I didn't take into account his balls. As he stroked, his dangly ball sac kept hitting me on the forehead. When I lowered my head down to the floor, his balls dragged across my face. For a brief moment, I had the wicked thought of opening my mouth and sucking them in, but I didn't want to give the poor man a heart attack. The thought passed, and I asked him to stop for a moment. We repositioned Rose on her back, and Marcel mounted her again and began to fuck her with her legs over his shoulders. I kneeled by her head, and she took my penis into her mouth. I massaged her breasts and clitoris, and knew that Rose would soon be filled with Marcel's semen, maybe with mine as well in her mouth. I saw that Julie, Ken and Nicki were watching every stroke from the sofa, in rapture. Julie was cuddling up to Ken, and holding his penis. Nicki was masturbating. I almost came, watching my wife, holding the cock that had just fucked her as she cuddled her lover. I felt the coiled spring in my balls, felt the pressure building, and as my climax built to its pinnacle - I pulled back, and removed my penis from Rose's mouth. Instead, I lay down beside Rose and kissed her deeply, as I fondled her breasts. That was enough to tip Rose over the edge. As she sucked my tongue down her throat, her hips bucked wildly, and drew Marcel into his own climax. He let out a low growl, and drove his eight and a half inches deep into Rose, and remained embedded as his come spilled out of his cock deep inside her. Now I don't know how long it really was that I had to wait, but it seemed like an eternity before Marcel rolled off Rose and I could quench the fire I was feeling between my legs. I kneeled between Rose's thighs, and she looked up at me and smiled dreamily, still coming down from her orgasm with Marcel. "Make love to me" she said. I entered her slowly, feeling the silky warmth envelop me, until I was all the way in. As I slipped slowly in and out, Rose moved her hips to match my thrusts. Our movements became more urgent, and Rose wrapped her legs around me. "Fuck me hard!" she said. So instead of trying to prolong the lovemaking, we screwed, with hard, pounding, deep thrusts. Rose reached orgasm a moment before me, crying out in ecstasy, and I ejaculated into her, thrusting myself deep, mixing my semen with Marcel's inside her. I continued to pump in and out, prolonging her orgasm and extending my own, until finally it was over, and I slipped out of her come-filled pussy. It took Rose a few minutes to recover from her own climax, so that she was able to stand and be led away by Ken. I kissed her, then collapsed into an empty chair. Julie came to join me and cuddled up to me. As we kissed, she said softly to me "You're a little bit in love with Rose, aren't you?" "Just a bit, enough to make the love making pretty special anyway," I replied. "You be careful", she warned. I then confided in her that I had a more immediate problem - it was my turn to fuck Nicki in a few minutes, and I had already come twice in the last hour. My penis was looking very sleepy, and didn't want to wake up. She said, " I know just the thing to fix that. Let me work on the problem, and you just relax." Julie got up and left the room, returning in a few minutes with a tablet, and a coffee. "It's a ginseng," she said, "the old Chinese remedy for your problem". I didn't ask her where that knowledge or the tablet came from. Sitting down with me, she then asked, "Did you enjoy your fantasy, watching me being fucked tonight? Marcel really filled my mouth up when he blew his load. I can still taste it. Can you smell his come on my breath?" Then she kissed me, and I could smell it, and taste it, as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I broke from the kiss, and she continued, "Ken's cock really stretched me, and I love his big balls. You know he pumped so much come into me that it's still dripping out. Can you see it?" and she opened her legs to show me her cunt. I looked down, and I saw that she was right. His sticky white semen was oozing from her vagina, and seeping down between the cheeks of her bottom. By the time she had finished speaking, my cock was well on the way to recovery. She lifted herself up off my lap and guided my cock into her vagina, then sat back down in my lap. "Can you feel his semen inside me with your cock? You slipped in easily, so I must still be full of come." By this time my cock was raging hard and throbbing. At that moment, Nicki came over, trailing Ken by the hand, and said to Julie "I am ready to be fucked by Rex now. Can I have him please?" Julie laughed, and stood up, my erect cock plopping out of her pussy as she did so. "I've been keeping him warm for you. Enjoy!" Nicki wasted no time, but positioned me on my back on the floor, straddled me, and squatted down onto my penis, facing away from me. She lowered herself, moving up and down three times until I was fully inserted. She then called Ken to stand astride my legs facing her, and pulled his cock towards her open mouth. Clearly this was a woman in control. Placing her hands on Ken's hips, she was able to use him to raise and lower herself onto my cock, while she pulled him forward in a valiant attempt to get his entire penis into her mouth. Not accustomed to being used as a human dildo, I decided to enjoy myself. I wasn't out to make love this time. No, this was going to be raw, rough bonking at its best. So I sat up, put my arms around her and squeezed her tiny tits. My god, those nipples were sensitive, popping out for me to roll and squeeze. She groaned, though it was difficult with a mouth full of cock. I took her hands off his hips, put them on his ball sac and said, "Squeeze the come out!" Then I cupped her cunt with my hand, raking my fingers through the black apron of fur covering her lips and dragging one finger through her slit and over her clitoris. Nicki moaned, and began to rock up and down on my cock. I lay back down and watched my cock move in and out of her pussy from behind. With my forefinger I gently massaged her anus as she moved. Her groans increased. I moistened my finger with the juices coming from her vagina, and slipped the first joint into her bottom. She went crazy, taking her mouth away from Ken's tool to pant "Yes, do it, yes." So I did it. I pulled my finger out, sat up and squeezed both of her tits, rolled her nipples, put one hand over her cunt and rubbed her clit, then lifted her up off my cock. As she stopped sucking Ken to look at what I was doing, I positioned my cock at her anus, and pulled her down onto it. I pulled her all the way down, until my cock was completely inside her rectum. She screamed, in ecstasy "Yes!" as I rocked her up and down on my cock. The sensation was incredible, erotically exquisite as she clamped the muscles of her bottom shut tight against my cock's invasion. I was close to coming, but Ken was having some difficulty with her bouncing up and down on my cock. He pushed her backwards, and I fell back on the floor, with Nicki lying on top of me, still impaled on my cock up her rectum. Ken moved forward, lifted her legs and put his cock at the entrance to her cunt. "It won't fit!" Nicki cried. "Just watch me try", said Ken, as he pushed the head of his fat cock into her vagina. I felt it enter. He pulled back and thrust forward again. This time I felt it go further in, about half way. One more mighty thrust, and he was all the way in. Nicki moaned in ecstasy. I looked over at the sofa. Marcel was in rapt awe, watching his beautiful wife taking two cocks at once, mine anally, and Ken's monster in her vagina. He arose and joined us, kneeling beside Nicki's head and putting his cock into her mouth. "Oh no!" I thought, "Here we go with the balls again." But it didn't happen. Ken and Marcel started to move, Ken fucking her with forceful thrusts, as Nicki sucked Marcel. I couldn't move, but the thrusting of Ken's cock, the unconscious contraction of Nicki's anus around my cock as she climaxed, the slapping of Ken's big balls against my own sac, and watching both Rose and my Julie sitting on the sofa together, both masturbating as they watched Nicki being fucked by the three husbands, it was too much. I ejaculated up into her rectum with a powerful spurt, followed by another, and another. As her anus clenched tightly around the base of my cock, I could feel my own warm semen running back down onto my shaft inside her. Nicki also felt the warmth filling her, and reached her own orgasm again. That was enough for Ken. He groaned as he plunged into her, pumping his load of sperm into her cunt. Marcel did not come. Instead, as Ken withdrew from Nicki's gaping pussy, he pushed his own cock into her and began to fuck his wife furiously. Nicki reached her climax for the third time as Marcel ejaculated moments later. After Marcel was finished with her, I rolled Nicki over onto her side, with my cock still inside her, and we lay together in the spoon position for a few minutes, before I gently withdrew from her. As I did, she said dreamily "Thank you darling, I knew you had a beautiful penis. Just the right size for what I wanted." The game was ended. We were all exhausted, and it was almost two thirty in the morning. Julie asked everyone to stay overnight, so after coffee and a final nightcap, Marcel and Nicki took the guest room, while Ken and Rose opted for the rug in the games room and a few spare blankets. I took my Julie to our bed, where we kissed, and cuddled, talked about how incredible the night had been, and loved each other. We didn't make love - I just couldn't get it up again! When I awoke the next morning, I showered, threw on some shorts, and went down to make coffee as Julie was already up. I must have woken later that the others, because they were all awake, out on the patio enjoying the morning sun. I sat and enjoyed the brew, and the view of each of the beautiful women I had fucked last night. I couldn't quite believe it had happened. As Julie walked past, she stooped down to give me a morning kiss, mouthed, "I love you" and went to sit with Ken and Rose. As she did, a look passed between the two women, Julie nodded, and Rose came over to sit beside me. She held my hand as she said, "Rex, Ken and I had a discussion last night after, you know, and he has given me permission to take a lover. Would you...?" " My darling Rose, I would be honoured to do so, but only if Julie agrees, and first Ken must ask her permission." Rose replied, "He has, and she does." We looked over at Ken and Julie, who were both nodding with smiles on their faces. "I think I've been set up, and I have a feeling that they may have made their own arrangements as well," I said. "Well, I was supposed to ask you that as my next question, actually. Would you mind if Ken and Julie got together from time to time?" I nodded my agreement. Across the patio, Ken and Julie embraced and kissed. Rose turned to me, and we kissed, softly and passionately. I went in to make more coffee, and found Marcel and Nicki embracing. "Sorry" I said, and then realized how silly that sounded. It was my house, I had enjoyed anal sex with this woman, and had this man's balls in my face last night, and I was worried about intruding! They both laughed. "Please join us, Rex. We were just talking about you. Nicki has asked me for permission to fuck you again. Apparently she likes your penis, though I don't know why, as mine is much bigger." I grinned at Nicki, "It depends what you do with it. Anyway, Marcel, you will have to ask permission from Julie for me to fuck Nicki." Marcel raised his eyebrows, and said, "Certainly, I will do so. But Rex, when I do, is it possible that Julie and I..." I nodded my permission "Just go and ask Julie." I finally got my second cup of coffee. As I wandered back out onto the patio, the hugging and kissing between various couples obviously meant that arrangements had been satisfactorily concluded between all consenting couples. I loved my friends, and had loved them all last night, especially the ladies. But these new sexual relationships were fragile, and would need cherishing. I knew I would have to manage this carefully, our new Partnership. THE END Footnote: Please vote, and please email me if you liked it. Finally, I want to give a very big THANK-YOU to my Volunteer Editor Bluetrain for your advice and suggestions. What a difference it made to the final version!