So anyway, where was I when I had to stop?
Oh yes. The four young guys in the bar at the restaurant.
Rog had just gone over to proposition them after the regulation knicker display had failed to attract their attention, and that doesn’t happen very often, let me tell you. Most guys can spot a pair of knickers at 200 paces across a dark and crowded room, and even if they’ve got their backs turned some kind of radar tells them it’s time to turn round and look.
These didn’t, from twenty feet away, and there was no-one else in the room, a\nd it was the full display, heels, hold-ups and transparent white, so I guessed they were gay or something. Which was a pity, because as I said before, I’d already decided I wanted them to fuck me, even if they were ugly and unpleasant. Especially if they were, to be honest. It was Rog who got started on the uglies first (wouldn’t you know it) and discovered that seeing me enjoy a shag with someone I’d normally cross the street to avoid was hugely exciting.
So of course we had to do it several times just to be sure he really did like it (and that I did, of course) and the fact is, I found I rather did. Somewhere between him pushing into me for the first time and the bit where he really starts to fuck properly (and hard, if I’m lucky) I get into it as well. Usually that happens pretty quickly once the fucking begins, but even before that Ican feel myself getting very wet, although there’s nothing remotely attractive about the actual bloke and usually he’s fumbling about in my pants rather crudely, so it’s not even a question of technique.
Rog says it’s BECAUSE he’s all rough and crude that it has the desired effect, and since I can’t think of another reason, we’ll have to accept that he’s probably right. Like to hear from you if you have any other ideas.
Anyway, Rog went across to these four, but at the same moment he stood up, so did they, and because they were nearer the door, they’d left the restaurant before he reached their table. But he doesn’t give up easily, and he followed them right out the door, so I finished my drink and paid the bill because I figured we’d be leaving now whatever happened.
Outside in the car park, he asked them about the birthday thing and they all mumbled excuses – that’s what he said afterwards, anyway. One just didn’t seem interested (small, dark hair, glasses, Clark Kent mini-me) two said they’d got girlfriends, and one, biggish blond guy with shoulders who might have been called Matt but don’t hold me to it, he seemed half interested and Rog said he thought he was up for it if the others had been a bit more interested. He’ll be the one with the big cock, he said as we were driving home, which made be even more disappointed than I already was, and made my pussy ache with a need that can only be satisfied by one thing, or better still four of them.
It had been building up for a few days, that feeling inside that tells you (well, me, anyway) that you’ve got to do something bad, and we’d sent the kids to their granny for the weekend so we could stay out as late as we liked, and I already knew this was going to be a busy weekend, even without the feeling of let-down I was suffering from now. And thought that this was going to be a great start, these four lads and now here I was driving home empty-handed. Well, almost. I was consoling myself with a gentle fingering as we hummed along ion the car, feeling the wetness that was ready and waiting for those four lots of keen young fingers and stiff cocks and was now going to waste. It’s not often I get turned down, even if I do say so myself, and I don’t think I’ve ever been turned down by four lads in one evening!
It hadn’t helped that they’d all stood there watching as we’d walked across the car-park and driven away, buit thet were definitely staring and I thought ‘I know that look, even though you’ve turned me down’, so I gave them my nicest smile and a good long look up my skirt when I sat down in the passenger seat, just so they’d know what they were missing. But I was missing it too, now, and I knew we’d have to go out tomorrow and try again or I’d jump on the postman, even though I was already planning a busy night tonight with Rog and just about everything we’ve got in the toybox. And mine is very well stocked, I can tell you.
So we pulled up in the drive and Rog waas locking the car when he nodded meaningfully over my shoulder, and I turned to see a white car parked across the entrance to the driveway, with four guys watching us carefully. Watching ME carefully, is what I meant. Were you serious, the big one shouted over their engine. I could see from the corner of my eye that Roger was nodding, as much for me as for them. Oh yes, he said, we were serious alright, weren’t we Lucy? I knew what he meant, and I took the hem of my skirt in both hands and slowly lifted it up so they saw stocking-tops and then sheer white knickers. I smiled, and turned side to side, doing a little twirl so they could see clearly and there could be no misunderstanding.
The big one switched the engine off and in the sudden silence his voice sounded very loud. I want some of that, he growled, and swung the driver’s door open. He looked at the others and they sat there like they were struck dumb. Just me then, he said and stood up. If that’s okay with you? talking directly to me now, not Roger, which is a good sign, believe me.
I said fine, or okay, or some such, but waited for Rog to say yes as well. We don’t invite people into our house, but since they already knew where we lived the main reason for not doing so had already been removed. Come on then, Rog said, and set off to the front door.
What about them, Big Boy was asking, pointing at the three monkeys in the car.
They better come in, or they’ll get arrested for loitering, Rog said and I knew he was right about that and it was a sensible idea, but I felt a quick tensing of tummy muscles and a warm thrill in my pussy thinking about having an audience, and suddenly my knickers were very very wet. Then I remembered that these three had already turned me down and that made me even wetter, because I knew I was going to give them a display that would make them wish they’d said yes right away. I’d MAKE them want it so much they had to have it, and then I’d turn THEM down so they could see how it felt.
Actually, I knew Iby the time ‘d make them want it I’d want them just as much, so I would let them have it, and that little picture sent another dribble of hot slush into my pants.
They trooped in behind their mate, and I think I was more excited at the idea of them watching than I was about actually doing it with Blondy, but that’s just one of those things, isn’t it? I mean it’s funny the bits you remember and the things that excite you at the time. But I was definitely excited as we settled into the lounge and the three monkeys all sat in a line on the settee, while Blondy chose a chair and so did I, and Rog sorted out lights, music and drinks. Even the monkeys had a beer,, so they weren’t completely inhuman. Maybe they were just shy. Blondy certainly wasn’t. What now, then, he asked, loud and clear, talking to me again, and looking up my skirt, which had somehow stayed taut across my thighs when my knees spread apart so he and the Monkeys could all get a good look.
The music was quite loud, not deafening, so I said let’s dance, and he was on his feet like that, so I stood up too, letting him pull me close. But not too close because his cock was sticking out a foot in front of him and that was as close as I could get. Okay, not a foot,but straight out at 90 degrees, prodding me in the tummy. Roger was right about size, then. Let’s do something about this, I said, and unzipped him, so that once it was set free it could stick upwards and let me move closer, like you do when you’re dancing, except I hadn’t let go, and was still holding him, thick and hot inside his boxers.
He started kissing me quite hard, which I like, and always makes me wet (kissing is so underrated in this area), and plonked a big hand on each side of my bum, giving it an encouraging squeeze, which also has the effect of squeezing and massaging the pussy – not a lot, but just enough to be interesting. It also allowed him to gradually gather up my skirt until his hands were squeezing skin and the Monkeys had a clear view of that and the little wet bulge of white over my pussy.
I know they did because so did Rog, and he said it was a very erotic sight, and he couldn’t believe the monkeys could remain immune to it, but they never moved a muscle. They might not want to speak any evil, but they were about to hear and see quite a lot of it, was what he thought at the time, and he wasn’t wrong.
Now he fully understood none of this was a trick, Blondy was suddenly ready for action, pulling up my skirt at the front and sliding a hand over the mound of my pussy, fingers searching between my legs. The monkeys sat up straighter in their seats, watching his fingers burrowing into the white material, but still never said a word, not even to each other, not even when he found a way past my knickers and slipped a thick finger into my pussy. They could hardly miss noticing, what with it happening about two feet in front of them and at face level, since they were still sitting on the settee and we were standing right in front of them.
Just in case, I lifted my right fot up onto the arm of their settee, leaning slifghtly forward, opening myself up to their gaze and incidentally making enough room for Blondy to slide another finger in with the first, which Rog said looked REALLY rude and definitely got their attention, bringing them all forwards to the edge of their seats, so the one with glasses at my end must have been close enough to smell the pussy (which is apparently nice and spicy, according to what people say) and all three of them were close enough to touch, but none of them did. Just you wait, I thought, you won’t be able to resist by the time I’ve finished with Blondy.
And he was helping out, as it happened, doing quite enough touching of his own, his two fingers going in and out faster and faster, making wet squishing sounds in my pussy that I could easily hear over the music, and despite all the signs (lots of noise, lots of jerking of hips and lots more wetness, plus pumping his cock faster and faster) despite all of that, he was as surprised as anyone when I started yelling as I started cumming, but he understood completely when my pussy started clamping onto his fingers, gripping and releasing half a dozen times before it was all over. If you’ve been reading this since the beginning you’ll remember that moment had been a long time coming, so it was a fairly major event, and I collapsed against him, all weak at the knees.
He took my weight but sort of ducked under and then stood up straight and his cock was there, touching my pussy, and he was holding me open with the tips of his fingers, pressing against me, and I was still holding it, steering it in and there it was, slipping easily into the wetness, big and thick and hard, and long too, going deeper and deeper until just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to breathe if there was any more of it I felt bone against bone and that was the lot.
I clearly remember saying ooh, that feels good, before I started trying to bounce up and down on it, not easy given the way I was standing with one foot still hiked on the arm of the settee, but Roger swears blind I just made a lot of mumbly noises with a couple of oohs in there for good measure, but then he started to move, bending and straightening his knees, the whole length of it sliding out to the tip and then pushing back inside in a long, slow, wonderful surge of thickness, and I think that’s what did it for both of us. I love the long slow thrusts that start at the outside, with the tip tickling my clit and then seem to go on and on pushing inside for ever. You need a big cock to make this work and he definitely had one of those, and it only took half a dozed in and outs before I was ready to cum.
The good and bad news for a guy of course is that it puts a lot of emphasis and sensation on the very tip of his cock, and I’m told that the sensation of wet pussy lips slipping slowly across the end can drive a guy wild in very short order. Blondy seemed to like it, and spent quite a while with the head of his cock just lightly spreading my lips before he leaned slowly back and brought it gliding up inside, which I loved but can’t have helped him very much, because it all got too much while he was in one of his tease-the-pussy moments and then suddenly he was spraying hot cum all over the place before he crammed it deep into me and finished off with a few hot spurts right up inside. That always makes me cum, in the right circumstances, and this was definitely right, and I remember my second orgasm very clearly, grinding down onto his cock, feeling bone on my clit, rubbing the last few spasms of my pleasure on it and the tip of him right up inside, the hotness of hs cum warming me.
Rog said there was cum everywhere, and that it was very erotic watching him spray across my lips and push inside still spurting, his cock and balls jerking and jumping for ten or twelve more seconds as he squeezed the last drops into me.
Me and Blondy were just clinging to each other for support and I realised that keeping my foot up and my knee bent like that was actually quite painful after a while, so I lifted my foot and twisted slightly to ease the ache and then put it on the floor, but of course as soon as I started to move his cock was squeezed out of me with a wet plop, and I felt still more of his cum dribbling out of me, which I hoped the monkeys would get a good look at. So I paused to make sure, and then dropped my foot. He looked a bit silly with a soft wet cock poking out of his jeans, all shiny with both our juices and still atractively large, so I undid his belt and pushed his jeans and boxers down, and helped him step out of them, which left me more or less kneeling at a convenient height.
As you know, I love sucking cocks, and I especially like to suck them after they’ve just cum in me, while they’re still hot and wet and sort of half-hard and easy to swallow. All of his went in my mouth without any trouble, and as I started to suck and let it out and then suck it all back in I could tell he was enjoying it. And he wasn’t alone. One of the monkeys actually spoke for the first time and I heard a low voice breathe bloody hell, and I can remember thinking that I’d been wondering what it would take. Now I knew, I turned sideways on a bit so they could all see and they WERE all watching, all with that look that says they’re mine if I want them.
Which I still did, even though I could feel Blondy’s cock thickening up in my mouth. Right then, I thought, and let him slip out, standing up to undo the waist of my skirt and let it drop, sliding my knickers off and dropping them on top. Then I laid Blondy on the carpet in front of the settee, his feet almost touching the middle monkey, and placed a well-heeled foot either side of his face. I watcher THEIR faces as I squatted slowly down, watched them staring at my pussy as I lowered it so he could stick his tongue straight up into me, which he did without hesitation. I let the monkeys stare at that for a minute or two, and then waited till they were all watching my face.I gave the,m a smile, leaned forward and took Blondy’s still half-hard cock in my mouth and swallowed it right down to the bone, so my nose was pressing into his balls.
Then I started the full up and down, which was quite a long movement even though he wasn’t hard yet. But like I said, I love this bit and I’m told I do it very well, so I was expecting pretty quick results, which was a good thing, cos his tongue was right inside me now, then licking outside then back deep inside, and I was wanting to swap it for a nice hard cock as soon as possible. But I was also enjoying the look on the faces of the Monkeys as I sucked, so I concentrated on that for a while, licking the end like an ice-cream, swallowing it all the way in, leting it gflop out on his tummy so I could breathe, smile at them and then suck it back into my mouth.
Then I realised I was about to cum again, so I thought I’d let them see that in close-up and I just stayed where I was, kneeling over Blondy’s face, rocking my hips in time with his slow, deep tongue-thrusts until I couldn’t stop myself, and I looked into their eytes as my shoulders began to heave and my breath became gasps and then loud shouts of o yes and so on like I always do, yes, yes, yes and then it happend, and I lost control of my body, shaking from head to toe as he sensed what was needed and pushed his tongue as hard and deep as it would go and kept it there, still and stiff while I shook and trembled till it was all over.
The Monkeys stared as one, mouths wide, doppey expressions on each face. Mine, I thought, and changed my plan. I’d been meaning to suck Blondy until he was stiff, then shuffle forward and ride him in reverse cowgirl so the monkeys had a grandstand view of his large cock going in and out of my pussy till he filled it with cum again. But, perhaps because he’d been concentrating on licking me till I had to cum, his cock wasn’t really haqrd. And after such a huge, earth-shaking orgasm, what I needed now was a stiff cock all the way up inside me.
Time to invent plan B.
I changed position, still kneeling over him, still sucking him, but with my bum acing the monkeys and now only inches in front of their faces.
I’d been like that for about thirty seconds, lifting my hips and waving my pussy right under their noses, and then I felt the first touch, a hand, resting gently on my bum. I pushed myself towards it, moving my pussy even closer to the one who’d cracked up first, and sure enough he let his fingers drift down until he touched the wetness. I’m not boasting, ask any girl, but once he touched the pussy I knew he was mine. It works both ways, though, and if yoy get your hands on my pussy it’s very hard for me not to fuck you.
One finger felt good, the second was gorgeous, and I was fucking his hand, pushing myself back and forwards, when I felt the second hand, brushing across my bum from the other side, and then there were new fingers touching the wet lips of my pussy, and slipping inside.
I have to tell you that this is THE most amazing sensation, when two guys have both got fingers in you and they start moving around independently, doing different things at different speeds, as if there’s so,me alive inside you, and the effect on me was the same as always – massive and instantaneous. and very, very loud.
I’d given up trying to suck Blondy back to life and was just kneeling over him, gripping his cock in my hand, going fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and luckily one of them did. I heard his clothes rustling, then I felt the movement of his body, then the fingers were gone and innediately a hot and hard cock just whooshed up inside me and started pumping away like a mad rabbit on heat.
It’s a fantastic feeling, when a guy wants you so bad he just jerks around inside you like spastic puppet with a million strings all being pulled different directions by a million different puppeteers, but it never lasts long, although it doesn’t matter to me. It didn’t matter that he was smaller than Blondy – not small, just not big, but he was very, very hard for as long as he lasted, which was probably no more than a minute, and then he was squeaking and gasping for breath and pumping into me again and again and gain, hard hot spurts that I could feel high up inside and which triggered a lovely little orgasm that made me squeal as well.
I was halfway turned round to complain when he pulled it out of me right awa, because I could have done with having it in there a minute or two longer, but before I’d finished saying hey, never mind where do you think you’re going, he’d moved aside and his mate was filling me with another hard one, already in and out, in and out at the same frantic pace, fucking like a fourteen year-old and cumming like one too, ten, maybe fifteen seconds-worth of fucking and then one huge long spray of cum inside that compleely took me by surprise, so I was cumming too, both of us shouting our heads off, though I can’t remember what he was saying.
And I didn’t get the chance to think about it because all of this had now had the desired effect on Blondy, and he whirled me round flat on my back, clkimbed between my legs and pinned me to the rug with his rather excellent cock and proceeded to fuck the life out of me, so that I quite missed the two monkeys telling the one with glasses what he was missing and urging him to have a go as well, like I was some kind of ride at Disney, and then saying stuff like look she really loves it and see how much she likes cock and go on, get it up her and make her scream and so on, which Roger said was hugely erotic and only goes to prove what a pervert he really is.
In the end they tried telling him to just have a blow job because it’s not like infidelity, it’s hardly even sex, and one of them told him to get it out and just drop it near my mouth and I’d do the rest, and that’s exactly what happened. He just knelt beside me, and I looked at him, still heaving and writhing under Blondy, and smiled, because he was the only one I hadn’t won over, and I thought he never would, but he smiled back, finally, unzipped, and dropped a huge cock into my mouth. Actually, it wasn’t really hue, probably the same as Blondy’s, except he was a big rugby type with large thighs and shouldewrs, and his cock was more or less in proportion. Brains here was about six stone, and his cock probably accounted for half of that. It was wildly out of proportion to the rest f him, so it looked enormous – and it was so totally unexpected.
But it was rock hard, and he obviously liked having it sucked, so I tried to be slow and gentle, but if you’ve ever done MMF you’ll know that the guy fucking the pussy sets the pace and the guy being sucked has to go along with that, and so Brains was getting quite a rapid hand and mouth job, and clearly the sight of that was spurring Blondy on so he was getting faster, and I was feeling a familiar sensation in my pussy that made ME go faster, and the whole thing got rapidly out of control and suddenly I was cumming and so was Brains, squirting into my mouth and all over my face and boobs, and that did the trick for Blondy and he just gacve a big heave and started filling me again with quick, hot jets of lovely lovely cum.
I was so busy sucking the last drop out of Brians I hardly noticed Blondy roll away, but I was very aware that the cock in my hand and mouth was still as solid as a rock and I jerked it towards my pussy without even thinking. Brains sort of resisted, his mates were shouting go on fuck her silly and oher encouraging thoughts, and for a moment I thought that would put him off, so I said yes come on, fuck me silly with your enormous cock or something like that (Roger only heard the fuck me silly part) and that seemed to do the trick, and he let me pull him between my legs, but while I was trying to hold him there by the cock with one hand and pull his jeans down with the other I swear he started to have second thoughts and pull away(really, I’m not kidding).
So then I said everything I could think of that might change his mind – come on and fuck me till I cum, make me scream with your cock, fuck me till you cum, anything and everything, and to be really really honest I meant every word, because although I’d had several hard cocks in me already I hadn’t had a really good long fuck and above all I really really WANTED this one. It may have been a point of honour or whatever, but I was gagging, really desperately gagging – for him, the boy beween my legs and the cock in my hand.
In the end I think it was the desperation he found too arousing to resist and when I said oh come on please, just fuck me please, just fuck me, only got as far as fuck the third time when he did just that and stuck his lovely big cock rtihgt up into me, sloppy and wet as I was, and it filled me right up, hard and stiff in all that cum and juice. And then he started to fuck me, not too hard, not too fast, buit just steady in out in out, no change in speed or action, just in and out, on and on and on.
Within a couple of minutes I’d lost the plot completely. This was what I had wanted and NEEDED all night and I started to cum underneath him but he didn’t slow or stop and it didn’t seem to have any efect, he just kept pounding away until it was happening again and then again and I thought I was going out of my mind. Big cocks have that effect on me if I’m fucked non-stop, and though he had the body of lark Kent this boy had Superman’s cock and he just fucked me stupid so I lost all track of time and place.
Not more than 15 minutes Roger said, but it seemed like a lifetime and it felt like I must have cum a million times though it was probably only five or six. I can remember feeling him swell up when he started to cum, and I was so sensitive by then I@m sure I felt the cm rising up in his shaft like a ball in a cartoon hosepipe, and I can remember another screaming orgasm when it burst inside me like one of those hot sprays in New Zealand or Iceland or wherever, and the feeling of it slowly going soft as he finally slowed down and stopped.
I also remember feeling empty when he slipped it ot of me, so I wasn’t sorry to see both the other monkeys were ready to go again, and I knelt on the carpet, rested my boobs on the settee and spread my knees so they could fuck me as much as they wanted.
Roger always says that’s one of his all-time favourite moments, when there’s a group of guys taking turns and I never now or care who’s who, just let them get on with it and enjoy the feeling of whatever cock is in me at the time. Well, I may not have mentioned it before, but I really like that too. It’s fucking on a whole new pl;ane, unlike anything else you can have with one person, because there’s a really very slutty element that’s an important part of the way I feel about what’s happening to me, and one guy just can’t make that happen, even if he IS Superman.
The bit Roger likes best of all is when I’m so far out of control that when one guy pulls out, my body keeps on moving, just fucking air, trying to recapture the cock and get it back inside, and it just swallows the next one as if it was the same as the last. Most guys don’t do that until they’ve cum a few times already and they know that it’s going to be a while before they cum again and when they do it will probably be their last of the night. That’s when they start trying to make it last, taking it out BEFORE they cum, swapping places without letting me feel theior spunk in me, and that’s when I start to fuck air, just trying to get more cock.
Roger is my scorekeeper as you know, and he said hey’d all cum in me three times before that started to happen, and then they fucked me for two more hours, sometimes on my knees, sometimes on my back, sometimes face down on the carpet and once or twice standing up holding the back of the settee, which I really like.
If it’s early in the evening, I’ll stand there and watch Roger’s face while he watches me being fucked, and I’ll let him watch my face while there’s someone else’s cock going in and out of my pussy – I really like him to see how much I’m enjoying being fucked by another man.
By this time on this night, as on many other occasions, I’d forgotten all about Roger, forgotten who I was or where we were, and all I could feel were the waves of sensation in my pussy and the continual high-pressure thrill of behaving like a total slut, opening my legs for these strange men and letting them fill my pussy with their cocks and their cum, begging them not to stop, pleading with them to fuck me again, taking them in my mouth and sucking them till they could, lying back with my legs wide apart and fingering myself to orgasm while they gathered strength to fuck me again, letting them spit-roast me on the two biggest cocks and then on the two smnallest ones to see if it made any difference to how much I seemed to like it or how quickly I would cum and finally helping them all to cum really quickly inside me, one after the other, because they knew that feeling them cum in me would make me cum too and they wanted to see if they could make me cum four times really quickly.
So they lay me on the settee, and while one fucked me I sucked the next one and as soon as the first one had cum (and so had I) the one I’d been sucking started to fuck me while I sucked the next one. You understand the idea I’m sure. They were highly delighted with the idea and the effect. The first two worked, the third didn’t because it was too quick but the fourth was perfect and spectacular too, the sluttiest moment of the night, and as I lay there with my kness up, grabbing his bum and pulling him deeper and higher, I knew that I would have happily carried on all night if they had been able to. Or if there were more of them…
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