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I had been going out with Greg for nearly a month. Sometimes, you really have to pry into someone before they will tell you their deepest secrets. And when I say pry, I mean ask them openly after they are completely spent from hours of sex. That having been said, I managed to get him to tell me something that he did a lot a few months before, but had not been playing a big role in recently, because he was dating me. I told him it would be okay, and he told me.
You think you know someone, and then they tell you something that makes everything you knew seem like a first date. Greg has a friend whose wife would put on a little show for a lot of guys at once. Pleasuring herself as they watched and masturbated to the eroticism of it all. And Greg was one of those guys. I was shocked, but I thought that I should probably comfort him, since he was so open and honest with me about something that, for some girls, would have been a relationship ender. I told him that I had always wanted to pleasure a girl. I had never had the nerve to ask anyone, because I could never tell which ones would be open to that.
Greg laughed, and told me his friend's wife would love a chance to be with someone like me. I was pretty confident of my looks. I was short, but well built. Dark hair, tan skin. Polynesian descent. Greg was convinced that I was just the right thing for his friend Christie.
I don't know exactly how he did it, but there I was, a few days later, in the upstairs bedroom of Greg's best friend's house, where one of those interesting parties was being held. Greg helped me out of my clothes and I put on a lei and a flower. It was real, but it looked waxy and fake, all the same. I walked downstairs with Greg, and saw her. The girl he was talking about. I thought that someone willing to do this kind of thing might not be such a looker, but I was wrong. Christie was a gorgeous brunette with at least D-cup breasts capped in dark, firm nipples. As I walked down, she was cupping them, as she sat on her knees, nude on a loveseat with an awful pattern that rejected every other piece of furniture in the living room. I got onto the loveseat in front of her, and just... Threw myself to the wolves so to speak. I wasn't here for them really, even if I didn't mind all those horny guys around. I was here for these lips.
And the embrace of a woman. Just to know what this dark fantasy of mine was like. I kissed her intently, and she wrapped her arms around me tightly, kissing back. It was as good as I had imagined. I could feel my body heating up rapidly, just with the kiss. Music was playing in the slightly darkened room, but I could not really hear it. I stroked that perfect body slowly, and carefully, learning every curve of her wonderful body. I moved down her lithe and well endowed form, until my lips were where I had fantasized them being several times in the past few months. I cupped my mouth on that shaven mound, and pressed my tongue into her, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was so hot! Immediately, she was as wet as she could possibly get, and her hips rolled softly under my eager motions of my tongue.
I kept it up, getting hotter as well, getting onto my feet on the floor, and just leaning over with my head between Christie's thighs. I flicked my tongue side to side as fast and hard as I could on her clit, and she finally rewarded me with what I had wanted since I got her. She was climaxing! I couldn't stop though! I didn't want to. I gasped, as I suddenly felt the splash of heat over my shoulder, when one of the guys let it go. I had not realized that they were already masturbating, so intent was I on the girl I was taking care of. I kept right on going too! I heard the girl's husband, Mark, release a loud grunt, and I stifled a squeal of delight as I felt his wet heat stroke my ass in thick, feral white streaks. I grinned, becoming so much more aware of everything that was going on, and getting even hotter for it. My fantasy, which was so well known in my heart before, had been granted, I had been with a woman, and now, I was learning a fantasy that I had never even considered. It felt so good.
I could feel over my entire body, the heat and wetness of everyone who found me sexy, and so hot that they were compelled to pleasure themselves over my nude body. It was erotic, and in my mind, dirty, but so much so that it made me only become more aroused! I brought Christie off again, and just kept going, as the guys crowded around us, stroking rapidly. I was paying attention to them now, as we both started to get thoroughly covered in cum, one guy after the other coming in close, and jetting his thick seed all over us, until we were both glazed. They came at us in larger groups, three, four, or even five guys, as I pumped my fingers harder and faster into my soaking sex, and finally, Christie slipped over the edge into orgasm again, as she heard my cries of pleasure. I worked hard, even though she was whimpering, to bring her off just one more time. I wanted that.
I loved the feeling of making her cum. I had to have it just one more time. As the last thick glob of masculinity splattered on the small of my back, Christie wailed with climax, the sweet sound I so longed for! Panting dazed, and happy, I cuddled up with her, sticky and wet, and watched as the guys calmed down, and relaxed. Greg was right about one thing, however. Mark and Christie knew how to throw a party!
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You think you know someone, and then they tell you something that makes everything you knew seem like a first date. Greg has a friend whose wife would put on a little show for a lot of guys at once. Pleasuring herself as they watched and masturbated to the eroticism of it all. And Greg was one of those guys. I was shocked, but I thought that I should probably comfort him, since he was so open and honest with me about something that, for some girls, would have been a relationship ender. I told him that I had always wanted to pleasure a girl. I had never had the nerve to ask anyone, because I could never tell which ones would be open to that.
Greg laughed, and told me his friend's wife would love a chance to be with someone like me. I was pretty confident of my looks. I was short, but well built. Dark hair, tan skin. Polynesian descent. Greg was convinced that I was just the right thing for his friend Christie.
I don't know exactly how he did it, but there I was, a few days later, in the upstairs bedroom of Greg's best friend's house, where one of those interesting parties was being held. Greg helped me out of my clothes and I put on a lei and a flower. It was real, but it looked waxy and fake, all the same. I walked downstairs with Greg, and saw her. The girl he was talking about. I thought that someone willing to do this kind of thing might not be such a looker, but I was wrong. Christie was a gorgeous brunette with at least D-cup breasts capped in dark, firm nipples. As I walked down, she was cupping them, as she sat on her knees, nude on a loveseat with an awful pattern that rejected every other piece of furniture in the living room. I got onto the loveseat in front of her, and just... Threw myself to the wolves so to speak. I wasn't here for them really, even if I didn't mind all those horny guys around. I was here for these lips.
And the embrace of a woman. Just to know what this dark fantasy of mine was like. I kissed her intently, and she wrapped her arms around me tightly, kissing back. It was as good as I had imagined. I could feel my body heating up rapidly, just with the kiss. Music was playing in the slightly darkened room, but I could not really hear it. I stroked that perfect body slowly, and carefully, learning every curve of her wonderful body. I moved down her lithe and well endowed form, until my lips were where I had fantasized them being several times in the past few months. I cupped my mouth on that shaven mound, and pressed my tongue into her, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was so hot! Immediately, she was as wet as she could possibly get, and her hips rolled softly under my eager motions of my tongue.
I kept it up, getting hotter as well, getting onto my feet on the floor, and just leaning over with my head between Christie's thighs. I flicked my tongue side to side as fast and hard as I could on her clit, and she finally rewarded me with what I had wanted since I got her. She was climaxing! I couldn't stop though! I didn't want to. I gasped, as I suddenly felt the splash of heat over my shoulder, when one of the guys let it go. I had not realized that they were already masturbating, so intent was I on the girl I was taking care of. I kept right on going too! I heard the girl's husband, Mark, release a loud grunt, and I stifled a squeal of delight as I felt his wet heat stroke my ass in thick, feral white streaks. I grinned, becoming so much more aware of everything that was going on, and getting even hotter for it. My fantasy, which was so well known in my heart before, had been granted, I had been with a woman, and now, I was learning a fantasy that I had never even considered. It felt so good.
I could feel over my entire body, the heat and wetness of everyone who found me sexy, and so hot that they were compelled to pleasure themselves over my nude body. It was erotic, and in my mind, dirty, but so much so that it made me only become more aroused! I brought Christie off again, and just kept going, as the guys crowded around us, stroking rapidly. I was paying attention to them now, as we both started to get thoroughly covered in cum, one guy after the other coming in close, and jetting his thick seed all over us, until we were both glazed. They came at us in larger groups, three, four, or even five guys, as I pumped my fingers harder and faster into my soaking sex, and finally, Christie slipped over the edge into orgasm again, as she heard my cries of pleasure. I worked hard, even though she was whimpering, to bring her off just one more time. I wanted that.
I loved the feeling of making her cum. I had to have it just one more time. As the last thick glob of masculinity splattered on the small of my back, Christie wailed with climax, the sweet sound I so longed for! Panting dazed, and happy, I cuddled up with her, sticky and wet, and watched as the guys calmed down, and relaxed. Greg was right about one thing, however. Mark and Christie knew how to throw a party!
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