This is a stand-alone story although you may wish to read Chapter1if you are feeling randy!
When the heavy breathing started to return to normal it was Linda who spoke first.
“Christ, I’m f…”
“Fucked?” suggested Julie.
“No, I meant that I am f…”
“No, I’m f…”
Linda looked up at her friend in disbelief before she finally managed to finish the sentence, “Me frigid? You must be joking. No, I’m fucking famished!”
The owners of three limp cocks and three abused pussies all laughed.
It was time for a respite.
“Ok, you guys,” Linda went on to say, “a two minute shower each is on the cards, the girls stay here and the men can go into the guest bedroom. There are plenty of towels in the cupboards and we will all meet in the lounge is ten minutes. No messing around now,” she cautioned, “I’m hungry!”
No-one was going to argue with a starving woman like Linda and the three men galloped into the adjoining bedroom to shower as instructed.
The next few moments were spent in a steaming room as girl after girl, and boy after boy, splashed away all the sweat that they had recently leaked after all the sexual exertions that they had indulged in. True to form, although slightly more than ten minutes, they merged into the lounge, hair not quietly dried and Linda opened the first bottle of wine. After making sure that each glass was filled she proposed a toast, “Thanks everybody for a great afternoon, now here’s looking forward to a terrific evening.
“Amen to that,” Bert said on behalf of them all and quaffed his Chardonnay in one gulp.
“Hey!” Linda berated him, “that’s good stuff you know.”
Bert just licked his lips and retorted, “Any chance of another?”
“Ok,” Linda said with a huge grin, “just because it’s you,” and she refilled his glass.
“Not just because he has the thickest dick you’ve ever seen?” asked Julie shyly.
“Well,” Linda admitted, “that as well!”
Shirley made the next statement. “Off you go boys, I’m getting hungry too, and I fancy some Chinese food, is that ok?”
“Sounds good to me,” they all seemed to say in unison and the men aimed for the front door. “Anything in particular?” asked Tom. Two of the three women shook their heads. “No, just surprise us.”
Linda, on the other hand said, “Make mine Char Sui with Bean sprouts,” and then added, “with fried rice.”
“Got it,” one of the men said as they left the building and, as soon as they had gone, the three women sat down at the dining room table and started to make plans for the evening’s entertainment. There was a lot of giggling going on, even when the guys brought back the dinner, and there were four plant pots with pieces of paper inside them on the middle of the table.
The evening light was going down and Linda went to set up some seductive, and romantic, candlelight to set the mood for the evening ahead, outward giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Paul asked as he brought the bulk of the cartons to the table.
“Nothing,” Linda replied innocently.
“What are these for?” Tom pointed at the four pots.
“Those,” said Julie in a strident voice “are for us girls to know, and for you guys to find out.”
“Oh,” whispered Bert, “then the sooner we eat…”
“Now you’re getting it Mr Beans!” Linda said as she grabbed her food from Paul and plated it.
The buffet went well, the banter was good, the innuendos were well received and the ever feeling of expectation was always in the air. Linda sighed as she planted the last mouthful of char Sui and bean sprout down her mouth.
“God, that was good,” she sighed. “Almost as good as a blow-job!”
“Linda!” Shirley chastised her with a smile on her face, “how could that be as good as a blow-job?”
“It’s sticky and salty!” she retorted.
“Anyway,” Julie interrupted, “Haven’t we forgotten something girls?”
“Oh, yes,” Linda replied as she looked at the three horny men across from her. “We need dessert, don’t we girls?” As she spoke, she looked into the eyes of Shirley and Julie and winked a naughty wink that was reciprocated.
Tom apologised, “I’m sorry, we didn’t get any desserts. There’s no banana or pineapple fritters I’m afraid. After all that’s all they had to offer.” Bert and Paul both nodded and Bert added, “That’s true, and I wouldn’t thank you for a banana fritter.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Julie said in a low voice, “a banana fritter might come in handy now and again!”
“Shit!” swore Paul, almost apologetically.
“Don’t worry boys, dessert is definitely on, courtesy of us girls,” Linda soothed the mood and, looking around at Shirley and Julie, she got the two nods that she was expecting. “Shall we?” she suggested to the other two females.
As a response all three women stood up and went to fix dessert but, instead of going into the kitchen, they flaunted across the floor and went to the back of the couch and threw themselves forward so that the three short skirts that they wore rose up to reveal their underwear.
They had, obviously, raided Linda’s lingerie drawer. Julie still had on her cum-stained stockings with Tom’s emissions on them but she had augmented her posterior with a sexy pair of French knickers, also in black.
Shirley and Linda had adorned stockings and suspenders as well, Shirley had gone for the colour red, Linda green, and both wore matching thongs to complement them.
In unison the women caressed their butts with their left hand and wriggled their asses to excite the men, which seemed to work as three cocks struggled to remain in their pants. The women stopped caressing themselves and, instead, used their left hands to lift the skimpy underwear from the bum cracks where the flimsy material had nestled and pulled them to the left, revealing three extremely wet pussies.
At the same time they used their right hands to explore down the front of them and, with index finger and middle finger opened their lips, further augmenting the erotic scene as their cunt juices shimmered in the discreet lighting.
“Come on boys,” Julie cried as all three of the horny bitches leant over the back of the couch showing off their asses, “Pick a pussy!”
“Any pussy!” said Shirley.
“And fuck it, fuck it hard!” was Lind’s command.
Bert was the first to react and he made the short journey in seconds, taking off his trouser belt, unzipped himself, pulled down his boxers and pressed the head of his fat cock in the entrance of Julie’s dripping cunt.
“Don’t just stand there Bert, just stick it in!” What was a gentleman supposed to do?
Seconds later Julie was squealing with lust as she felt her pussy being stretched to the limit. “That’s it Bert, don’t hang around, just fuck me and give me your cum!”
Before Bert had managed a couple of thrusts inside of Julie, Tom and Paul were already poised to enter into Shirley and Linda respectively and they wasted no time as they began their assault on the welcoming pussies.
“Oh God, that’s so good,” Shirley hissed as a full nine inch dick hit her cervix. “Fuck yes!” she screamed as Linda was receiving the same treatment.
“Shirley?” she asked in between the sound of slaps caused by the wetness of three very moist pussies and three rock hard cocks slamming them.
“Uh, uh?” she somehow managed to answer.
“Do you know who is fucking you?”
“No, do you?”
“Nope,” Linda found the breath to go on, “isn’t that a turn on? I mean getting fucked and not even knowing who it is.”
“Oh shit yes!”
End of conversation!
The two identical looking cocks built up their speed as they started to seriously fuck, and fuck hard, in synchronisation. Now that would be an Olympic sport worth watching or, even better, participating in, Synchronised Fucking!
Julie was the first to feel her orgasm approaching even although Bert had only been inside her for a moment. “That’s it Bert” she yelled her encouragement, “Fuck me hard! Cum with me! Aagh, that is so fucking hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m cumming. Oh yes!”
Bert had been feeling horny all through the meal and now it was time to release his sperm into the sodden cunt that he was fucking with gusto. “I’m going to join you,” he hollered as he blasted load, after load, of his pent-up semen up the fuck-hole that had been offered to him a few short moments ago, a pussy that had wanted to be fucked, and it didn’t care which cock was inside of her.
“Fuck yes!” Julie screamed as she felt the force of Bert’s orgasm enter into her body. “Fuck yes!” she repeated as yet another burst of cum was dumped inside her.
Bert had to slow down as his climax waned but he still kept his cock up the wanton pussy that he had enjoyed so much. Julie, to her credit, managed to continue massaging the decreasing girth inside of her, although it was still impressive, with her vaginal muscles causing subtle groans of pleasure from both of them.
Back to the other four fuckers!
The synchronised cocks were heading for gold medals as they slammed in, and out, of the sodden cunts that they were fucking. It wasn’t to be long before, they too, were about to enjoy the fruits of their labour. Although ‘labour’ might be the wrong word to describe the pleasure they were giving, and receiving, as they approached the finishing line.
“I’ve got to cum,” Paul wheezed as he looked over towards his pal with the identical dick.
When Linda heard his voice she looked over at Shirley, “Christ!” she exclaimed, “I’ve got your Paul’s cock inside of me!”
“He’s good, isn’t he?”
Paul had heard the words and that threw him over the edge but, being synchronised fuckers, Tom knew that he had to join him so, with an extra thrust or three, he announced the imminent departure of his bodily fluid into the glorious pussy that he was battering, in synchronisation of course, with the simple words, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”
And they did, together. The girls enjoyed the moment as well as simultaneous spurts of semen, combined with their own juices, flowed in and out of them.
“Holy fuck!” Shirley swore as she released her squirting talents all over Tom’s cock, balls and thighs. The sound of it alike to pissing but it was not, it was much sweeter than that. Indeed, Paul would be the first to agree, it was very, very tasty!
The spurts from Tom and Paul got gradually weaker as they ran out of sperm to pump into the ladies, not through want of trying though. Eventually they were saturated and, with reluctance started to withdraw. Bert was in the same situation so, within seconds, there was the sound of three sodden cocks slipping out of three fucked pussies.
Plop, plop, plop.
The cum started to run out of the battered cunts almost immediately and splattered onto the carpet below. “Oh Fuck!” said Linda. “What with the stains upstairs and now this…I’ll have to get the cleaners in.”
“Well make sure that I’m there,” Julie said in a laughing tone, “after all there might be a nice cock or two that we could use.”
“Oh come on,” Bert said in mock indignity, “haven’t you got enough to go on?”
“Just joking,” Julie retorted, “but do you know what?”
“What?” asked Bert innocently as he looked down, not just at Julie’s ass, but at the other lingerie-clad butts that still seeped semen from their dripping holes. ‘Fuck, that’s sexy,’ he thought to himself.
“I’m thirsty,” Julie went on to expound.
“Eh?” Bert’s attention returned to the slut that he had just fucked. “Oh, I see what you mean, I’ll just pull my trousers up and I’ll go and…”
He never got to finish the sentence as Julie had spun around and started to engulf his big dick into her mouth, slurping whatever was left of Bert’s cum into her. She pulled out for a second and looked up into his eyes, “We don’t want to have any little cum stains on your boxers do we?” she whimpered before returning her oral talents to the flaccid, yet still productive, member and sucked off any remaining juices that still, somehow or another, managed to leak out of him.
Linda and Shirley took Julie’s cue and also started to suck their partner’s dry. The men just leant their heads back and sighed in post-orgasmic bliss before the women pulled away, grasped the boxers and stuffed the, presently redundant, pricks back into them. Trousers were the next to be replaced before the girls stood up to re-arrange their pointless knickers over their still dripping cunts.
“As I said,” Julie carried on in a seductive voice, “I’m thirsty. I don’t know why but somehow the taste of something salty always has that effect on me.”
The mood in the room changed immediately to one of laughter and conviviality and the six of them returned to the dining table to replenish their glasses.
Paul swore that he heard three squelching sounds as the girls took their seats. He was right!
“Oops, sorry,” Shirley apologised as she wriggled her tight little ass on her chair, an action that was copied by Linda and Julie.
“Anyway,” Shirley went on to say, “I take it that you enjoyed that boys?”
Bert spoke for all of them when he replied, “fucking right!” He then went on to ask, “What brought that about?”
“Well,” Julie started to explain, “When you lads were away, the three of us thought up some ideas to make the evening more fun…”
“…and naughty,” Linda added.
“Yes, very naughty!” Shirley concurred.
“So,” Julie tried to continue, “We’ve thought up some games for us to play.”
“Games?” Tom asked, trying to sound innocent, but failing.
“Yes,” was the response from Linda, “and sexy games at that!” she added with lewd wink.
“Now, you two,” Julie pointed at Bert and Tom, “you both know that Linda and I have a healthy attitude when it comes to sex. You might even say that we have slutty tendencies and dirty minds but, let me tell you, we seem to be amateurs compared to our Shirley here.”
Shirley? Surely not,” Paul countered.
“Oh you had better believe it, and you’ll find out how her filthy mind works soon enough!”
Paul looked over to Shirley with the biggest grin on his face and said, “I can’t wait!”
“Ah but you will,” Linda interrupted him, “because us three girls are off to the loo, I’ve got to take a dump!”
“Whoa!” Bert said in mock indignation, his hands held out in front of him, “too much information!”
“Well,” Linda answered him demurely, “if there is going to be any more anal action this evening…”
“…and I hope there will be,” Julie pouted her lips as she spoke.
“Then I, for one, don’t want anything up my butt that is trying to get out when one of you bastards are trying to get a cock going in the other direction!”
“Fair comment,” Bert admitted as he laughed out loud at Linda’s logic, although he doubted if it would be his dick.
“Are you ready girls?” Linda asked as she rose from her chair with a tiny sound like Velcro coming from her as her knickers and skirt strained to be released from the seat. The noise hadn’t gone unnoticed and there were huge grins all around the table, especially as a similar emission came from both Shirley and Julie as their sodden undergarments seemed to be matted as well.
“We’re off to my bedroom; you lads can use the guest room if you want. See you back here in a few moments?” and off they went with a sexy wiggle to seduce the men, as if that were needed. “Oh and be careful,” Linda turned around with a grin on her face, “I don’t want pee all over the place. I know how your aim gets even worse with a stiffy in your hand!”
Ten minutes later, all ablutions complete, the six had regrouped around the table. Another bottle of wine had been opened and had swiftly disappeared into the glasses in front of them. “I’ll get another,” Tom volunteered and swiftly went into the kitchen to make sure that none of them would get too thirsty, at least not for a short while. More wine would be opened up later, that was a fact!
“Now,” he addressed Shirley on his return, “what do you have in that filthy mind of yours that so impressed Linda and Julie, something to do with the four pots?”
“You’ll find out about them later,” she said teasingly, “First of all, I fancy a dance…don’t you agree ladies?” Two nods confirmed the rhetorical question.
“Dance?” groaned Paul, “You know that I can’t dance. I’ve got two left feet!”
“It’s ok Paul,” Shirley purred, “For what we have in mind; your feet are the last things that we are interested in!” she added with a lascivious leer.
Tom and Bert both clapped at the last remark, grateful that they wouldn’t have to display any of their non-existent talent on the dance floor.
“Anyway,” Shirley continued, unimpressed at the round of applause, “I’ve had a look at Linda’s CD collection and struggled to come up with anything appropriate…” Linda looked suitably embarrassed but allowed a lewd grin to come across her face as she knew what was coming next,
“…but there was this one album called “Swing” which seemed appropriate considering what we have been doing…”
“…and what we are about to do again…” suggested Julie.
“…and again and again!” Linda gave her invaluable input, the grin still on her face.
Tom, Bert and Paul all squirmed in their chairs as one cock, after another, struggled to stay inside their pants just thinking about what was to take place. It was Paul who asked the question. “So,” he spoke for all of the guys, “What happens now?” as his left hand made a subtle adjustment to the boner that hid inside his boxers.
“Let’s dance!” announced Julie, followed by, “Pick a partner ladies.”
Linda grabbed Bert, Shirley opted for Paul and Tom waited for Julie to start the CD. The couples stood on the woollen rug in front of the imitation fire, sandwiched between the leather-bound couches that flanked them and waited for the music to begin. Before that happened Julie, before joining Tom, announced that the ‘dance’ could only involve fondling, no groping, and the clothes must remain on with no bare flesh apart from kissing,
“Is that clear?” she added with emphasis.
“Crystal!” answered Tom as he grabbed her the second that she had pressed the ‘play’ button. Immediately the room was filled with the sound of a big band, followed by the voice of Robbie Williams as the familiar words of “Beyond the Sea” wafted around the room.
Before the first word had been sung the groping, sorry, fondling had begun. Three moist groins were pressed hard into their respective partners’ hard-ons. The women’s hands went to the gorgeous butts of the men and increased the pressure between them, further enhancing their erections. To their credit the three men answered the advances of the horny ladies by kissing them with passion. Tongues were forced down the willing mouths and the sound of slurping threatened to overcome even Robbie’s voice.
All too soon the music came to an end and the three couples had to break off, but only for a moment as Linda went to the CD player and pressed the pause button.
“Ok people, change partners.”
This time Shirley chose Tom, Julie went for Bert, and Paul waited for Linda to begin the music. “This time groping is the right word and bare flesh can be felt, but don’t forget the kissing bit…I liked that!”
The music started and the groping began, as well as the kissing. The tender tones of George Michael singing “My Baby Just Cares for Me” was matched by three pairs of male hands caressing the beautiful asses of their partners as they pulled up the short skirts and started fondling, and kneading, the barely covered butts.
To further encourage the men, as if that were needed, the girls hands also started to feel for skin as each of them explored what was under the tops that each guy wore. Bert had on a “Bud” T-shirt; Paul was wearing a light blue polo shirt and Tom was having his buttons undone of his short sleeved item, allowing the girl’s access to the male torsos.
Bert had managed to get his fingers under Julie’s French knickers and had begun to tickle her familiar ass-hole, causing her to wriggle with pleasure. She sighed and leant back a fraction allowing Bert access to the forbidden hole and he entered her, bringing another lustful gargle from her sweet mouth. Tom and Paul, on the other hand, had aimed for the wet pussies that were aching to be touched and started finger fucking them with relish. Shirley and Linda raked their nails down the backs of the digital fuckers and thrust their cunts even closer to feel the outline of the hard cocks that would soon be set free…
…but not yet!
The song had come to an end and this time it was Shirley who made the intro. “Ok guys,” she started, “Before the next piece of music let’s get rid of those shoes and socks; Ladies, just dump your shoes. I know you men won’t mind being naked soon, but is it alright if we women kept our stockings and suspenders on?”
She knew what the answer would be, “You lads are so predictable,” she purred before going on to add, “Ok, this time girls, let’s get these men topless! Change partners,” were the last two words that she said before pressing the play button and grabbing Bert. Linda tugged on Tom’s half undone shirt and Julie gripped the light blue polo shirt that Paul wore.
The music began and seconds later the men were indeed topless, although that didn’t stop them from resuming their groping. They were not the only ones as, this time, the women’s hands were able to take hold of the three tent poles that bulged out of the men’s trousers, and squeezed them through the cloth sparking a few grunts of sheer joy.
Shirley whispered into Bert’s ear as she felt his thickness, and he felt her sodden cunt, “Just think Bert, I’ll soon be fucking this!” and she gave him an extra tug to emphasise her point.
Linda and Julie had both heard her and took their cue.
Linda grabbed hold of Tom’s hidden cock and spoke out, just loud enough for everyone to hear her, “Are you going to stick this up my ass, my butt-hole, my poop-chute?”
“Fuck yes!” he answered her lustily as he felt her pussy getting even wetter at the thought of the idea.
Julie wasn’t to be out done and she also increased her grip on Paul’s fuck-pole. “What about you my darling?” she said seductively. “You can fuck me anywhere you want and you get to pick which one of my holes that you want to cum in!”
Paul groaned and pulled Julie closer to him as she continued to caress his bare back with her nails. “If I had a chance I would love to fuck you three times. The first time, I’d cum in your mouth…”
“…and the second?”
“…in your wet pussy…”
“…and the third?”
“Guess where?” he said with a huge grin.
“I’d love to feel your hot cum up my arse!”
Peggy Lee, the singer that Shirley had put on, hit her last note and the men waited to hear from Julie what was about to happen with the next dance. “These skirts,” she began, “are about to vanish. Have fun boys and swap ladies.”
Linda teamed up with Bert again, Shirley returned to Paul and Julie made a bee-line for Tom and, very soon, the men were making sure that they could all see three dripping wet cunts, unhindered by the short skirts that the ladies had worn, and covered only with the flimsiest of lingerie.
Tom had knelt down to remove Julie’s garment and his face nuzzled into the fragrant French knickers that was matted into her skin, clearly showing her pussy lips. He breathed in the aroma before she stopped him, “Hey,” she pretended to complain. “You’re supposed to be dancing you know!”
Reluctantly he stood up, but not before he licked the outline of her cunt. That brought a feeling of lust in Julie that resulted in her knees going weak, so it was with a great deal of effort that she cupped her hands around Tom’s head and encouraged him to stand up to continue the pretence of dancing.
Bert and Paul had been more traditional when it came to taking off the skirts, spending a lot of time caressing asses and pussies before, finally, allowing the small items to fall to the ground where the girls gleefully kicked them away. That just left the thongs covering their modesty but Linda’s green strip of lace, and Shirley’s red one, were so saturated that they were positively useless.
The two men’s hands went quickly to work, rubbing at both barely hidden clitorises, as the women moaned in unreserved pleasure, thrusting their hips forward to augment the feeling of excitement they were experiencing as fingers were a blur in their assault on such sensitive erogenous zones.
“Oh fuck yes!” they both screamed in unison and more sex fluid gushed out as they shuddered in an orgasmic frenzy, their cum oozing out of their pussies, through the useless thongs, and soaking the finger-fuckers.
Julie wasn’t long behind them as Tom, when he had stood up, had gone behind her, forcing his hidden cock between Julie’s ass cheeks, and used his fingers to locate and stimulate her clitoris, which wasn’t hard to find. Firstly, it was clearly on view through the soaked knickers and secondly, it was shaped just like her nipples, sticking out between her pussy lips engorged and erect. Earlier on that day Tom brought her to many orgasms, mostly through playing with her sex button and that was before the group sex had begun!
As his fingers brought her to another climax, Julie pressed her ass back hard to further enhance the erection that threatened to burst out of Tom’s trousers. “Oh God, I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” she screamed.
“Well hurry up,” shouted Linda, who was still shuddering from her own orgasm, “The music is about to finish!”
Tom’s manipulating digits sped up even more and brought Julie to her desired climax, literally.
“Oh shit, now!” and Tom felt her go weak at the knees again as her fuck juice seeped out of either side of her knickers and ran down the inside of her thighs before being soaked up by her already stained stockings. “Fuck that’s good!” she continued, and then in a softer voice, “So fucking good!”
“…and just in time too!” was Linda’s fine observation as she crossed the short distance to hit the pause button. “Christ,” she said in a breathless tone as she was bent over double, “Give me a moment!” Everybody laughed, although Shirley and Julie could barely manage a sound as they were both still in the throes of ecstasy after the finger fucking that they had received.
“For fuck’s sake!” Linda finally managed to say, “…and that was just taking our skirts off!”
Again, this was greeted with laughter before she composed herself somewhat. “Pay attention now,” she went on to say in a more relaxed manner, “I think that we are all getting the idea now, aren’t we?”
“You bet!” volunteered Paul on behalf of the other two guys.
“Well this time,” Linda started to say but stopped herself to look at the CD cover to find out what music the next scenario would have as its background, “We have Ella Fitzgerald singing, appropriately, “The Lady is a Tramp”!”
Linda earned another round of laughter before continuing, “Ok girls, you know what to do, swap partners and get these guy’s trousers off, and let’s forget the pretence of dancing! Bert?”
“I’m coming to get you!”
…and she did!
Shirley grabbed Paul and Julie threw herself at Tom. “This is going to be fun!” she giggled as her hands went immediately to the front of his trousers and began squeezing and squeezing the big cock that she knew was hiding in there.
Shirley did likewise to Paul, whispering into his ear as she did so, “Everything ok?”
“Absolutely,” he hissed. How else was he going to reply when she had his brain in her hands, “and you?”
“I’m having the time of my life, darling, the fucking time of my life!” she answered, only louder as she started to unbuckle his belt and knelt down in front of him.
Julie and Linda were doing exactly the same thing, attacking the trousers of their respective victims and, within seconds, they had all managed to get the zippers undone. It was a fraction of a time later when all three men had their boxers exposed and they had to shuffle a little bit to, finally, remove their trousers and kick them aside.
The girls wasted no time, all three of them on their knees now, and put their mouths towards the boners that were evident but, as yet, unseen. They put as much saliva on the front of the guys underwear as they could, trying to saturate the phallic beasts in front of them so that they could make out the outline of the cocks that they were soon going to fuck.
The three tongues licked, and tickled, the hard-ons and they clutched the men’s buttocks, forcing the pricks to smother them.
Julie started to taste Tom’s pre-cum and she sucked even harder at the cotton barrier that separated her from the real thing.
“Oh you bitch!” Tom squealed as the expert cock-sucker teased him.
“I’m a fucking tramp, remember!” she managed to say in time with the music.
Shirley and Linda were also enjoying themselves in a similar fashion, nuzzling their faces against the differing cocks that they were playing with. Paul, long and hard; Bert, short and colossal. Either way, they were trying to make the front of the men’s pants as wet as they could, and they were succeeding. The cocks were clearly visible after a moment or so of their oral talents, the hard objects plastered onto the front of their boxers for all to see.
“She’s a Tramp, and I love her…” the song grew gradually to a close as the women enjoyed the taste and feel of the, for now, forbidden flesh that they craved.
“Fuck, I’m horny!” Julie managed to say in a muffled voice before the CD faded into nothing.
“Not as horny as me!” Shirley countered, slobbering her saliva onto Paul’s covered cock.
“Christ, I want a fuck!” Linda whispered as she gazed at the magnificent prick that was contained within the fabric that she had turned into a sodden mess.
Ella stopped singing and it was Julie’s turn to announce the next song, and the next bout of pleasure. She, reluctantly, left the crotch of Tom and went to the music player. Looking at the next choice of music, she smiled, and announced that it was going to be Gwyneth Herbert singing “Fever.”
“Again,” she announced, “it’s time to swap, and the song is “Fever”, so have fun.” She looked at Linda and Shirley and gave them a lewd wink. “It’s time for you boys to play with tits!”
“Yea,” agreed Shirley, “make us topless, and have fun when you are doing it!”
“Come on,” added Linda, cupping her breasts together in encouragement, “Have fun with boobs!”
Julie pressed ‘play’ and the six-some coupled up. Paul grabbed hold of Linda, Tom went for Shirley, and Bert felt for the tender breasts of Julie as the music began.
The blouses came off in seconds. Julie hadn’t been wearing a bra so Bert got to fondle the sensitive breasts with gusto. He went, instinctively, for the erect nipples that just yearned to be sucked and Julie was transported into a seventh heaven.
“Oh yes Bert!” she breathed huskily, “You know how much I love that, suck me harder!” Bert complied and moved from left tit, to right tit, and back again, nibbling at the buds that sprang out of the 36C’s as Julie’s hands clasped the back of his head ensuring that she got the utmost pleasure from Bert who had settled on her right tit with the teat between his teeth as his left hand tweaked her left boob and his right hand wandered south to play with her sticky knickers.
Linda was being treated to a mangling as Paul massaged her large breasts through the thin material of the bra that contained them. “Come on, big boy,” she murmured into his ear, “get the fucking thing off and have fun with them!” Paul didn’t waste another second and undid the clasp at the back, throwing the frilly material away so that it landed on top of her discarded skirt, and attacked the fleshy boobs, mauling them with his hands and sending a shiver of pleasure from the quivering victim.
Tom was taking his time, gently caressing the huge rack that belonged to Shirley and admiring the fantastic pair that he had recently seen for the first time. He had rolled the shoulder straps down and had started to expose her ample bosom piece by piece.
Shirley was loving the attention that she was receiving. She knew that men would always ogle at her two biggest assets but, until a short time ago, she had always been faithful to Paul. That had all changed the moment that she had heard Tom’s “ring-tone” and now she was watching her boyfriend playing with Linda’s top while his best friend, Tom, was breathing hard with desire as he, eventually, unlocked the front fastener and pulled the bra away slowly, ever so slowly.
“God, these are magnificent,” Tom said as he started to knead the huge melons, causing a tightening of her desire.
“Well, fucking eat them!” Shirley ordered and Tom joined Bert and Paul in squeezing the naked boobs with relish, “Fucking magnificent!” he managed to mumble as he put his head down the impressive cleavage and gathered each tit until they covered his ears.
“Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes!” she gasped as she felt a wave of erotic pleasure run through her body and Tom was lost in a sea of flesh that engulfed him, his tongue licking up tiny beads of sweat that flowed down Shirley’s front.
It was quite a sight, all three glorious sets of mammary glands being roughly manhandled by three, very horny, men whose cocks were still hidden from view. That wouldn’t be the case for long as “Fever” was about to come to a close.
“Shit!” said Bert as he, reluctantly, removed himself from the tender nipples of Julie.
“Don’t worry,” she commiserated with him, “It won’t be too long before you can do that again, I hope,” she added as she tenderly kissed him. A gentle mouth to mouth action that quickly generated in one of real passion.
“Hey, enough of that!” Linda squealed in mock indignation and she felt Bert’s ass as she went to the CD player. “Right now,” she announced, “the next song is “Mack the Knife” and by the end of it these guys are going to be completely naked!”
“Now you’re talking,” Julie agreed and she took hold of Paul’s hand, leaving Shirley with Bert and Linda with Tom.
“Before we start…” Linda went on to say, “If you’ve ever read any porn you’ll know what happens next.”
It was Shirley who provided the obvious answer, “No hands?”
Linda nodded, pressed the play button and, as the intro to the song began she uttered three little words, “Have fun girls!”
All three of the randy women went down on their knees behind the men and bit on the elasticated tops of the boxers and pulled them down revealing their buttocks.
“Nice butt,” said Linda admiringly but, as she spoke, the piece of cloth left her mouth and twanged on the aforementioned butt.
“Ouch!” Tom cried, “That hurt.”
“Don’t worry my darling, Linda will kiss it better!” To prove the point she began to lick the base of Tom’s ass and her tongue worked its way towards his anus. He spread his legs, giving her easier access to his puckered hole and she rimmed him gleefully.
“God, you are a dirty bitch!” he gasped.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Linda smiled and left his ass for another time. She sidled around to Tom’s front and leered at the cock that was straining to be released. She leant forward and sucked his prick through the wet boxers that Julie had, just minutes earlier, left in such a sodden mess.
“Oh fucking shit!” he moaned as Linda continued with her oral talents.
Julie had started out the same way as Linda, pulling down Paul’s shorts from the rear, then she said in a husky voice, “Turn around, I want to see this wonderful cock again.”
Paul did as he was told and Julie’s teeth grabbed onto the front of his boxers and, without any ceremony, yanked them down in a blur. His cock bounced out of its restraint and hit Julie’s forehead as she continued her downward motion but, before it could do any more damage, it was safely tucked into her talented mouth.
Paul leant his head back and closed his eyes, savouring the blow job that he was being treated to from an expert and Julie’s noisy slurping threatened to drown out the music.
As with Linda and Julie, Shirley had also started by admiring Bert’s ass as she exposed it for all to see although, to be truthful, the others were too busy with their own view to appreciate Bert’s sexy bum.
She licked one cheek, then the other, before telling him to turn around and face her. She knew what to expect but the sight of the outline of his jumbo cock caused a trickle of cunt juice to escape from her soaking thong to join previous emissions at the top of her stockings. She then tried to encourage the monster to leave its sloppy home but she couldn’t get the boxers down.
Bert’s cock, although only six inches long was, at its thickest point, a fraction over nine inches in diameter, bringing an entirely new meaning to the phrase, “a whole new can of beans!”
Shirley was struggling and she desperately wanted to suck off Bert without any cloth between cock and mouth. She had to ask for help.
“Mmph?” she answered as she now had Tom’s cock in her mouth.
“Can you help me?”
Linda looked over and saw what the problem was but she couldn’t just leave Tom with a hard-on in mid-air. “Julie?”
“Mmph?” Julie tried to reply but with Paul’s cock trying to jam her airwave, “Mmph?” was about all that she could manage.
“Look after Tom for me?”
Julie leant forward and plopped Tom’s cock out of Linda’s mouth and put it in her own. She gave a quick couple of sucks before returning her attention to Paul. Two more sucks and Paul’s cock was replaced with Tom’s, and so it went on until the end of the song.
As Julie was enjoying her buffet of double dicks, Linda had joined Shirley and between the two of them had finally managed to release the gargantuan fuck-pole although he would never wear the boxers again as the sound of ripping cloth penetrated the air.
“Oh fucking joy!” Bert exclaimed as two tongues licked up and down his shaft.
“Oh fucking shit!” He said seconds later as the music came to an end.
Shirley bounced up to the CD player; well at least her boobs did, and paused the disc, trying to get her breath under control.
“Ok, you guys,” she said eventually, “Two more songs to go.”
“Two?” asked Paul in confusion as he saw that it was only the girl’s knickers that had to come off.
“Firstly,” Shirley carried on, ignoring the last question, “same rules apply, off with our panties and no hands!”
Bert clasped Linda around his arms, Shirley huddled up to Paul, and Tom and Julie were re-united. This time it was the men to get on their knees, Tom and Paul had gone to Julie and Shirley’s rears and, before they did anything, paused for a moment to enjoy the exotic view as the girls wiggled their assets in anticipation of the dirty play that was about to begin.
After a few seconds they both moved forward and clamped their teeth at the top of the knickers and started to pull them down at an achingly slow pace. As they were doing this they were interrupted by an enormous squeal from Linda.
“Fucking yes, you bastard!”
Bert had gone for the frontal attack. He had grabbed hold of the top of her thong but, instead of pulling them down, he gave an almighty heave and thrust them upwards causing the thin material to catch on her clitoris while the string of lace at the back stretched into her bum cheeks and anus.
“Fucking yes, you bastard!” she squealed again as she thrust her hips backward and forward to increase the pleasure.
Paul and Tom had looked up from the beautiful asses that were in their faces, saw what Bert had done and immediately reversed the direction of the knickers that were in their mouths to an upward direction. Shirley was the first to scream as her thongs threatened to open up her backside like a wire cheese cutter. Julie followed her with another scream as her French knickers started to throb at her cunt as Tom bobbed his head up and down in a frenzy.
“Fucking Jesus, I’m cumming!”
“Fucking Jesus, so am I!”
“Fucking Jesus, me too!”
The men increased the frantic pace as all three girls climaxed in explosive form, their cunt juices, especially from Shirley, gushed out from them as the music came to its own crescendo; “My Baby Just Cares for Me,” which had been an inspired choice and, as the girls were still squirming in delight, three pairs of saturated knickers were brought to the floor.
As the men’s heads were now directly below three naked pussies they looked up to see even more love fluid seep out of them and they turned around and held their mouths open to catch the sweet liquid before, one by one, the owners of the cunts collapsed onto their knees ensuring that the men could use their tongues on the throbbing clitorises as the women shuddered in post-climatic bliss.
The song had finished and had moved on to the next title on the disc before Shirley became the first of the girls to regain her senses. She tried to stand up but the pleasure that she was receiving from Paul’s talented oral muscle meant that she failed.
“Yes Paul,” Shirley squirmed on his face as she said so, “Right fucking there!”
Linda and Julie were doing no better at trying to stand up and the song just kept on playing. Eventually though, the feelings of lust abated, albeit gradually, and Linda managed to tear herself away from Bert’s administrations and crawled over to the CD player and pressed the stop button.
“Fuck’s sake!” she managed to pant, “That was fucking amazing!”
By this time both Julie and Shirley had reluctantly disengaged their pussies from the mouths of Tom and Paul and just knelt there on the carpet as each man made the difficult decision to stand up.
All three men just stood there with rock hard cocks sticking out from them, two feet of stiff pleasure sticks between them as Linda finally got the strength to speak.
“Right,” she managed to say wheeze, “Last song which is…” again she looked at the sleeve cover, “…three minutes and thirty-eight seconds long.”
“That’s a new one on me,” Bert said to a mixed reaction of laughter and groans.
Linda ignored the comment and continued, “Bert, you stand in front of Shirley. Paul, stand in front of Julie and Tom?”
“Come and stand over here.” She pointed at the space in the carpet just ahead of her and Tom duly obliged. “Ladies,” Linda went on to explain, “We have 3 minutes and 38 seconds to blow these guys off!”
“Fuck the 3 minutes, I won’t last the 38 seconds!” Paul admitted as he moved a fraction closer to Julie.
“It’s up to you,” Shirley said with a shrug. “Are you ready ladies?” she was answered by two lusty nods and she pressed the play button, “Then get sucking!”
Julie and Shirley had their mouths full of cock before Linda could kneel down in front of Tom and pull his impressive dick down her mouth.
Linda could tell that Tom wasn’t going to last long and Julie got the same impression from Paul as they both allowed their faces to be fucked, and fucked hard!
Paul was true to his word and, within seconds, he was warning Julie about the imminent explosion that was coming her way. She didn’t drop a fraction of the feverish pace that she had begun with and relished taste of cum that was heading her way.
“Fuck you!” Paul yelled at her as his first spurt of semen came flying out of his cock and down her throat. Although she had been expecting it, the force of the ejaculation was immense and she had to pull the vibrating cock from her mouth to allow her to swallow the salty goodness.
The next blast of sperm went up in the air and most of it landed on Julie’s hair with some making a gooey pattern on her lovely face as she returned the pulsing cock back in her mouth.
She was rewarded with another burst of semen that had made the nine inch journey at an incredible speed, all of which she swallowed as she did the next four dollops that came with each thrust that Paul made into her well-fucked face.
Eventually the force of his climax toned down and Julie took the opportunity to pull the cock out of her mouth and smothered it with saliva. It looked a mess, covered with his own spunk, sweat and bubbles of spittle and Julie slapped it against her cheeks before returning it to her warm mouth to suck of any dribbles of cum that still wanted to escape.
As this happened Tom glanced over and saw his friend’s dilapidated cock being swirled in, out and around the sticky face of Julie, whose talents Tom had enjoyed earlier. It was the catalyst that, mercifully, meant that he was about to make Linda gag with as much of his own juice as possible. He leered at the scene to his side, it was like watching a porn movie, only in HD and 3D, but even better as the smell of sex pervaded up to his nostrils.
He returned his eyes to the woman who was bobbing up and down on his impressive boner and, grabbing the back of her head, he forced more and more of his cock down her throat. “Ready Linda?” he rasped in an anguished voice. She looked up at him and blinked her eyes in anticipation.
That particular anticipation wasn’t long in coming to fruition and she slurped hungrily on the one-eyed devil, looking forward to the inevitable.
“Holy fuck!” Tom yelled as he tried to drown the cock-sucker with ejaculation after ejaculation. Linda didn’t miss a drop as she frantically swallowed all that Tom had to offer. She continued to masturbate him, forcing more of his cum out of his cock and down her throat until the explosive climax shrivelled down to a dribble.
Even then Linda didn’t stop sucking him as she tenderly played with his balls, causing paroxysms of lustful ecstasy to ripple through his body until he could stand no more, literally, and he collapsed to his knees forcing Linda to finally release him from her cum-filled mouth.
“Fucking Christ!” Tom managed to gasp and fell forward onto Linda to French kiss her, tasting his own semen in the process, not for the first time it has to be said.
As the foursome regained their wits, and breath, they all looked over to see hoe Bert and Shirley were doing.
Shirley had gone for a different tactic as she didn’t know how much of Bert’s colossal cock she could get into her mouth. She had started slowly but, by the time that Paul and Bert had both cum, she had adjusted her angle and, inch by inch, Bert’s cock was beginning to disappear from sight.
“That’s fucking impossible!” hissed Julie as she looked on in appreciation at the sexy scene.
“Unreal,” agreed Linda as Shirley managed to get more of Bert inside her mouth.
“How can she do that?” Tom asked Paul.
“Dunno,” he answered, “Something to do with deep-throating, she can swallow all of me.”
“All of you?” Linda queried without taking her eyes off the vanishing can of beans.
Two more slight movements of Shirley’s head meant that her nose was nestled onto Bert’s pelvic bone, just above the base of his penis, and her chin was tight up against his balls.
The person with the best view in the room was Bert himself and he looked down in wonder and amazement at the stretched mouth that had managed to accommodate him. Bert had enjoyed many a blow-job but this was a first, definitely a first!
No-one had managed more than half of his, almost obscene, monster before but here it was, completely swallowed. “Fucking unbelievable!” he managed to whimper as he felt Shirley start to pull out an inch or two before returning her chin to his balls.
Bert hadn’t wanted to push himself, mindful of the fact that he didn’t want to hurt Shirley, but he needn’t have worried as she began to move her head back and forward at an ever increasing rate.
“What a fucking slut!” Linda said in an admiring tone of voice.
Shirley sped up even more and her left hand went up to her chin and she started to caress the heavy sacs, bringing more groans of pleasure to Bert. With her right hand, she moved it to Bert’s buttocks and pulled him in even closer to her, if that were possible.
She didn’t stop there though, and her middle finger sought out his anus and, after a few seconds toying with it, stuck her digit through his sphincter.
“Oh you dirty bitch!” Bert exclaimed, and that was all the warning that Shirley got as she felt semen leave his testes and up through his cock, gagging her as the first spurt hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck yes!” he screamed in pleasure as his release left him.
Shirley had to pull him out before he managed to strangle her internally but, as nature dictates, the ejaculations just kept on coming!
She had swiftly released her finger from his butt-hole and, using both hands to try and encircle the pulsating cock, wanked his cum all over her. It went everywhere, on her face, her hair, shoulders and, as the force of the spurts decreased, on her magnificent tits!
Bert’s breath was still laboured as me managed to say, after Shirley had drained him, “What a blow-job that was! I’ve never…” but he ran out of steam and collapsed onto his knees.
“Mm,” Shirley said in reply as she used her fingers to accumulate some of Bert’s tasty cum off her face and stuck them in her mouth, playfully making the effort to show that she was sucking a mini cock, “Delicious!”
She then moved both of her hands down to her breasts and massaged them, smearing the sticky fuck juice with her own perspiration before licking the palms of her hands, enjoying the salty cocktail, if you will excuse the expression, that was glued to them.
“Now that deserves a round of applause, don’t you think?” suggested Julie and the five admirers of the wanton bitch cheered and clapped and whistled.
“Do you know what I want?” Linda said as the noise abated.
“Food?” answered Julie sarcastically.
“No, a drink this time!”
“I’m with you there,” agreed Bert.
“Huh,” Linda went on to explain her thirst, “You guys haven’t had a pint’s worth of salty cum poured down your throat!”
“Fair point,” admitted Paul before adding, “What’s your poison?”
“I’m for more wine,” Shirley demanded.
“Me too,” Julie concurred.
“It’s a beer for me,” Linda got to say, “Never drink wine when you are thirsty!”
“I’ll get the drinks,” Tom volunteered and went to go into the kitchen, his flaccid cock swayed from side to side as he walked on wobbly legs.
“I’ve changed my mind,” shouted Shirley after him.
“Ditto,” echoed Julie.
“Ok Tom, get a couple of bottles of wine out of the cooler and six bottles of Bud out of the fridge. I’m going to clean some of this mess off of me.” As she said this she ruffled the cum-splattered hair that was beginning to stick.
“Make that three and we will all be back,” Linda said as she looked at Shirley and Julie for confirmation.
They were true to their word as, three minutes later; the six naked bodies were huddled around the dining room table enjoying a thirst-quenching bottle of beer.
“Christ that was fucking amazing!” Julie was the first to speak as she quaffed her bottle of beer.
“To true,” agreed Bert who leant forward towards Shirley and went on to say, “I hope that you can do that again someday?”
At the same time he glanced at Paul for his approval.
He got it!
“So long as I can be there to watch it or…” he paused, “…she can tell me about it!”
Linda had finished her beer and coughed in a theatrical way to attract the attention of the others. “Now,” she said in a seductive way, “we have ‘the games’ to look forward to!”
“Fuck, there’s more?” came the voice of Bert as he looked down at his spent penis.
“A lot more,” Julie added, “and, as a little treat for you boys, Shirley has a present for you all, courtesy of Linda’s box of tricks.”
“What’s that?” Paul enquired curiously.
For an answer Shirley opened her palm and, delicately, placed three pills in front of the men.
“What the fuck!” Tom muttered, “Are they?”
“Recognise the colour?” was Shirley’s innocent response.
“Fucking blue! I’m not taking one of them, I’ve never had to and this isn’t the time to start!”
“Well,” suggested Julie, “I wouldn’t want your evening to come to a premature ending, so to speak, so why not try one and see if you can increase our pleasure?” She finished this sentence with a naughty wink and the men complied.
“I’ve tried one once,” Tom confessed as he swallowed the blue pill that was guaranteed to make his cock harder than before, “but the only thing I got was heartburn!”
The ladies smiled and squirmed in their chairs as they watched the penile enhancers being swallowed by Paul and Bert as well.
“Ok,” Linda announced, “I think that it is time for the games to begin!”