Loading...The party had been a good time. Once you get to a certain age you still know how to go nuts but it has more to do with blowing off stress than anything else. Booze and pot are no longer these new things to overindulge in so you don’t get yourself sick yet still the vast majority of you are feeling no pain.
Cheryl and I had been platonic roommates for about two years now. It was the kind of situation that’s common in New York: rent being what it is most people have roommates so they can afford to live and as long as you don’t drive each other to murder then it’s a good fit. Cheryl and I had actually grown to be pretty good friends which made life even easier. There was no need to label whose food was who’s in the fridge and it was nice to have someone to talk to after a bad day at work. She had also confided in me that it although it was a little awkward sharing an apartment and a bathroom with a man at first she could no longer imagine living with a woman. “Men are so much easier, no cattiness and I don’t have to worry about my clothes going missing.”
Nothing ever happened, nor as far as I knew ever would, between Cheryl and I. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a knockout. She stands around 5’ 5” and carries around 120 pounds of a tightly packed dancers body. There had been nights after working on some girl in a bar only to go home empty handed that I could almost smell the lilac shampoo that she washed her auburn hair with. I’d manage to drive the thought of her out of my head but as I came sometimes the thought of pulling out of her pussy and spilling my load across those pert 36 Cs would come flooding into my mind. But we were roommates after all and ‘don’t shit where you eat’ are words of wisdom. I can honestly say that we were good friends and we had never had a single moment of sexual tension.
As I had said, the party had been a smash. Pretty much everyone had left feeling mellow to varying degrees. Two of Cheryl’s old friends, Maureen and April, had decided to crash rather than take the train home at 3 in the morning to Brooklyn and Queens respectively. No one had gotten themselves too messed up and there was plenty of blue sky in our minds but we had been partying and I guess our judgment was still partly cloudy.
“You know what I haven’t done in forever?” Maureen posed the question before answering it herself. “Watch a porn movie. I kinda feel like watching some. Ian, why don’t you break out some porn?”
I was a bit shocked. Not that I thought it was strange that Maureen wanted to watch porn but that she thought it would be fun to watch it with all four of us in the same room. Cheryl and April didn’t seem too fazed by the request either, I guess considering what I normally do when I watch it I’m not to used to watching it with company.
When I just sat there is stunned silence Maureen didn’t back away. “Come on, you must have some.”
Then April chimed in: “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s not like we’re not going to assume you masturbate, everybody does. Why should you feel ashamed about having porn? Let’s just smoke a joint, chill out and watch a titty flick. It’ll be fun.”
My face was burning. “I’m not em… I, I don’t feel ashamed about having porn, I just, I mean…” I was stammering.
“Oh I’ll get it.” Et tu Cheryl? “It’s not like you hide it, it’s right here with the rest of the DVDs. Relax, it’ll be fun.”
I stared at my shoes blushing and grunting out an embarrassed chuckle as Cheryl grabbed a few titles from my not-so-stashed stash. “So what’ll it be, Titty Fuckers VI, Blowjob Fantasies VII shot in first person p.o.v. or the all girl favorite Where The Boys Aren’t XII?”
“Oh, oh, titty fucking, titty fucking!” Maureen was having fun with this bouncing up and down on the couch. April was a bit non-plussed with her shenanigans as it was making it hard to roll her joint.
“Put on the lesbian flick Cher, Ian’ll probably be a little more comfortable if we’re not dragging his kinks across the room.” April was always the empathetic one.
“Hmm, I have to admit I think booby sex would be a bit more of a giggle but you’re probably right. It would be fucked up if we thought it was funny.” Cheryl dropped a rather uncomfortable thought in my lap with that one. “Besides it is his porn and we owe it to him. He’ll probably feel a little better about the situation if we’re not cooing over some big ol’ porno star cock.”
April passed me the joint she had just rolled. “Fire it up, it’s only fair.” I shook my head, still bushing, and chuckled that sort of chuckle you can only muster when you’re beaten. “Oh relax, it’ll be fun, you’ll see.” April was trying her best to reassure me as Cheryl plopped the disc onto the tray and turned on the television.
The weed rekindled the fading high from the night’s festivities. That, combined with Cheryl and Aprils best efforts to calm me down were working so I just sat back and decided to go with it. I passed the joint to my roommate as the movie started in earnest with five top shelf porn actresses daisy chained on series of beach towels laid out on an expansive lawn.
“Wow, is this what you watch when you jerk off, Ian?” Maureen, always the wild one, was definitely not pulling her punches tonight.
“Damn Mo, don’t feel like you have to be tactful, just say what’s on your mind why don’t you?” April was defending me.
“Sorry. Jesus, it’s not like we don’t all know he does it, I just want to know if this is the kind of thing that gets men off?”
“Nah, it’s cool. Just chilling out watching a titty flick right?” I was definitely feeling mellow by now. Besides, she was fair game now and I planned on asking her some face blushers too. “Sure, I’ll watch this, maybe something else. It depends on what I’m in the mood for.”
“So, you’re like, all hard now?”
“Me?” I wasn’t exactly raging, but I wouldn’t be embarrassed to be caught naked in the state I was in. “It doesn’t really work like that.”
“What do you mean?” April was curious now. “Why do men watch porn when they jerk off if it doesn’t get them aroused?”
“That’s not really what it’s for. You don’t watch porn to get you aroused, it’s more like a visual aid when you’re already aroused.”
Cheryl’s turn to pose a question. “So you get horny and watch porn to help you get off. Why lesbian porn then? Wouldn’t the first person stuff enhance the fantasy?”
April decided to answer it for me. “But guys like looking at naked chicks and lesbian porn is wall to wall naked chicks, right?”
“Exactly.”
Maureen got up and ambled over to the entertainment center. “Now I’m really curious, I wanna watch the blowjob one.”
“Be my guest.” I was kind of enjoying the attention now.
The chapter selection screen came up by the time Maureen was sitting back down. She took a pull off the joint, handed it to April and grabbed the remote. “Let me see if I can guess your favorite scene.”
“Go for it.” She scrolled through the options and selected a scene I have to admit had gotten the job done many times. A petite brunette and a redhead with huge fake boobs and glasses passing a cock back and forth. “Close, but no cigar.”
“I thought that was every man’s fantasy, two women giving him head.” Cheryl and April were mesmerized watching what it looked like to see another woman give head but I could see they had their ears perked for the answer to Maureen’s question. They were working under the same assumption and no doubt wanted to know what one woman could do that would arouse a man more than two.
“Okay, fast forward to the end of this one and you see the guy finish himself off. I never understood that. Here’s two women giving you head and that’s not going to get you off? Now skip ahead to the next one and see if you can figure out why a guy might like it more.”
Maureen hit the chapter forward button and The screen faded into a leggy half white, half asian chick who had had a lot of work done. She had huge fake tits and tons of collagen in her lips, and it looked like she had a bunch of work on her face as well. She did a little dance a stripped pretty slowly staring into the camera the whole time. When she was down to her panties she breathed into the camera “I can’t wait to wrap my lips around your big, fat cock.” Then she got onto her knees and crawled between the legs of a guy wearing a pair of jeans. She unclasped the belt, yanked open the button fly and proceeded to give seven minutes worth of searing head. Saliva ran down her arms and hung off her elbows in viscous ropes. She was masterful to the point that I had to shift in my seat. Even the three girls were riveted to what they saw.
“Wow, she knows what she’s doing, but what makes that more arousing to a man than two women?” Cheryl asked.
“Well first of all, and let me preface this by saying I would never look twice at a chick in real life that has had that much plastic surgery, but you have to look at it in context. This chick turned herself into a living, breathing love doll, almost as if she exists for no other reason than to get guys hard and get guys off. The concept is pretty hot when you think about it. Then look at what she does: she strips for the guy, tells him she wants to give him head, then blows him like a champ, not to fast, not to slow, very sloppy. She keeps it in her mouth but strokes whatever’s not. See her cheeks all caved in? She’s sucking hard. Then she puts on a show, pulling it out and licking it, stroking it and talking dirty, she even puts it between her tits, which is a real turn on for a lot of guys. Then look at the money shot, she blows the guy until he’s about to cum and she does it for him. Sure the facial part is a little unrealistic, I’m sure in real life it would be better if he came in her mouth, but it’s porn and you have to take what you can get.”
They all seemed to agree and were clearly fascinated by the nuts and bolts about what it is in porn that gets a guy off. “Wanna put on the booby sex one?” asked Maureen, “I promise we won’t laugh.”
“Sure, I’d be interested in you guys reaction to it anyway. I mean I know why I like it, but I can’t figure out why a chick might be into it.”
I threw on the DVD and April offered her opinion. “It’s not hard to see what a woman might get out of that. You get off on getting your partner off. So in a lot of ways it’s like giving head. But again it feels good to have your breasts played with so I can see how some women might even prefer to get titty fucked than give a blowjob.”
Cheryl saw a flaw with that logic. “But then again if a guy cums like that it’s going to get all over your face and neck, I’d rather have him cum in my mouth.”
“What’s wrong with having a guy cum on your face?” April’s defensiveness was revealing. “It actually feels pretty good, it’s all warm and thick, like a hot mud mask or something. You like that, don’t you?”
Cheryl and Maureen gave a nod of agreement as the scene selector came on. Maureen went right to the two chicks scene. “This I’ve got to see. I can understand how two women can give a guy head but how does he titty fuck them both at the same time?”
The scene opened with a blonde and a latina with large fake tits sitting on the edge of a bed talking about how much they loved getting titty fucked and having a man cum all over their faces, your standard porn scene warm-up dialog. A man approaches from off camera and the blonde strokes him a little before he proceeds to place his cock between the latinas lubed up boobs. She squeezes them around his cock and he thrusts between them, then the camera pans out to reveal the blonde has climbed between her legs and is giving her head. This made Maureen squirm in her seat a little and I decided to turn the screws on her.
“So Mo, ever been with another woman?”
She paused before answering. “Thought about it, never did though.” She looked down the couch at April and across to Cheryl and posed the same question to them. “How about it, you guys ever munch a rug?”
There was a long silence before they looked at each other, blushed and laughed.
“No way!” Maureen shouted in astonishment jumping up to her knees. “What the fuck, you two? When? Spill it!”
“Well,” Cheryl began, “you know how it is in college, you experiment with a lot of stuff.” She looked clearly uncomfortable continuing in front of me.
I wanted to hear this too. “Well? You had no problems pulling my sexuality into the light of day, fess up.”
“Oh, I’ll tell them,” April declared. “We got our hands on some weed. We’d never smoked it before and really wanted to try. So there we are all high and totally unprepared for what it would do to us. All of a sudden I realize how horny I am. Now I’ve never even thought about women like this before but I just got this huge urge to eat pussy.”
Cheryl figured the cat was out of the bag anyway so she continued. “She looks me dead in the face and asks if I ever wondered what pussy tastes like. As stoned as I am I started laughing but at the same time it starts me thinking about it. I decided I might as well find out. Then somewhere in my pot-addled brain I manage to logic out that if I’m going to try it, it might as well be with someone I trust.”
April stepped back up to the podium. “She gets this look in her eye, you know that glazed look she gets when she needs to get laid and she’s stalking some guy. Anyway, she gets this look, we’re both sitting on the floor, and she starts crawling towards me. She says ‘Yeah, right now I’m really wondering what your pussy tastes like.’”
Cheryl is cringing with embarrassment but April plows on. “She kisses me and starts squeezing my tits, by now my pussy is just dripping.” My hand was on my cock which was now raging hard, but luckily I realized this as the three of them were completely caught up in this heretofore untold secret and managed to pull it away unnoticed. “Then she yanks off my sweats and starts giving me head. I don’t know if it was the weed or what but oh my God I came so hard. I swear she was the best head I’d ever had. But anyway when I came to I had kinda come down to earth and, well…”
“You chickened out, you bitch.” Cheryl meant it playfully, but she clearly was disappointed at the lack of reciprocation. “Do you realize how horny I was?”
“I know, I know. We were roommates, remember? I felt so bad listening to you in the shower the next two days.”
“Two days?” I was astounded. “That kept you that wound up for two days?”
“Hell yeah. Let’s see how you react when it happens to you.”
“It has. A few times.”
“Oh my God, seriously? What happened?” It was strange, they were treating me like one of the girls. I’d been around my share of locker room talk but I have to admit women put men to shame. It felt good to be able to be as graphic as I needed to be.
“Okay, for example, there was one chick I dated while I was rebounding off a four year relationship. We had been all over each other for three straight dates. Finally she throws this little party on the roof of her parents’ apartment building. Everyone is gone and we’re going at it again only this time we’re not in a bar so we can take it as far as we want to. I work my way down and by the time I’m kissing her belly button I can smell her. I put my hand on her crotch and she’s soaked through her jeans. I yanked off her pants and spent a good half hour going down on her, she’d been driving me up a wall for two weeks and I just couldn’t stop. She must have cum like four times, she scratched my head up so bad I had to wear a hat for a week. So she starts shuddering and pulls me up out of her crotch. We made out for a little bit while she winds back down and she slides her hand into my pants. She starts caressing my cock and all of a sudden she yanks her hand back. ‘I can’t do this,’ she says.”
“And weren’t you ready to kill?” Cheryl asked me.
“Yeah, but I went home, stroked one out and was done with it. I wasn’t uncontrollable for two whole days.” That seemed to be slightly over the line. Cheryl wasn’t angry but clearly a little embarrassed by it as evidenced by the ensuing silence in which everyone’s attention turned back to the porn flick that was still running in the background.
Maureen broke the silence with her usual aplomb. “Let me ask you this, how do guys managed to keep it up watching stuff like this? Don’t you feel a little weird watching a cock like that?”
“A cock like what?”
“That thing is huge. In fact almost all of these guys are hung like horses. How would it make a guy feel if he doesn’t measure up?”
“I don’t understand, I mean yeah these guys are big, but they’re porn actors. They’re supposed to be a little bigger than the average guy.”
“A little bigger?” Maureen was aghast. “I’ve never even seen something close to that big.”
“Oh come on, there’s got to be somebody you’ve seen that big.” The three of them stared at me with varying degrees of incredulity, all three giving me a slow shake of the head indicating in fact no, there is no such thing as the average mortal man with a porn star cock.
“You should know, you’ve been in men’s locker rooms, you’re telling me all the cocks you’ve seen have been that big?”
“I’ve never really had an opportunity to make a comparison.”
April didn’t believe me. “Are you trying to tell me that all the times you’ve been in a locker room you’ve never looked at another man’s cock? Women totally compare their shit all the time.”
“Look, it’s not like I’ve never seen another guys junk, of course I have, but we don’t exactly walk around sporting huge boners in the locker room.” The reality of the rest of Aprils comment hit me as I was finishing mine. “Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean women compare their shit all the time?”
April tried to explain. “Sometimes you’ll be discussing it, like ‘look at her boobs, you think they’re fake?’ or whatever and since the topic’s been raised you’ll start comparing. Like when Mo got her boobs done we all wanted to see and we wound up comparing busts.”
This was news to me. I turned to Maureen, “Hold on, you have fake boobs?”
This must have been somehow comical as all three of them burst into laughter. Cheryl let me in on the joke. “You should have seen her when she was twenty. She had maybe a small B.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
“Nothing’s wrong with having a B cup,” Maureen explained. “You should see Aprils tits, she’s got a B and they’re spectacular.
“Well then what prompted you to get a boob job?”
“I was wearing a lot of padded bras and I didn’t like they way they looked. You have to be blind not to notice if a girl’s wearing a padded bra. So I went and got those chicken cutlet things like they put on actresses that need to have bigger looking boobs for a part. When I realized I was wearing them every day I figured why not get implants? Now I love having a huge rack.”
April chimed in with her opinion. “Yeah, she got a really good boob job too. They’re much better than those big ol’ sacks of saline.” She was pointing at the screen. On it there was a man with his cock sliding between what I thought were some good looking fake tits.
“What’s wrong with those?”
“Oh my god,” all three in unison. April continued. “Dude, everything is wrong with those. The main problem is that she went too big. If you go from tiny to huge they’re gonna look fake. The trick is to go up one size, then it’s hard to tell. Maureen went up to a solid C, which is exactly what Cheryl has and you can hardly tell the difference. I mean you can feel them and everything and the only way to tell is to squeeze them.”
“Wow, I can’t believe you’ve never seen a good pair of fake boobs.” Maureen looked thoughtful for a second. “I’ll make you a deal, you can check out my tits if I can see your cock.”
“Wait, hold on a second here, I think we’re getting a little carried away.” Cheryl was a bit unnerved by the thought of me taking out my cock. I wasn’t so sure about it either.
“Oh come on Cher, I think it’s a fair trade. Besides, I want to see it.”
April seemed intrigued as well. “Yeah Cher, now that I think about it all his confusion over the size of the average male member has me curious about what he’s packing down there.”
Maureen continued with the tag team rationalization. “It’s not like he’s not going to be, uh, up for the comparison. We just spent the last hour talking about blowjobs, taking a load on the face and you two bumping donuts. He’s gotta be like the Rock of Gibraltar by now.”
April was slipping her bra out through her sleeve. “Come on Cheryl, it’s not gonna get weird. We’re already talking to him like one of us, and it’s not like any of us ever did anything when we checked each other out.” Cheryl and I both gave her a look at that one considering the earlier conversation about the two of them. April summed up with “You know what I mean.”
“I guess it couldn’t hurt.” With that Cheryl reached back and unhooked her bra through the back of her shirt. The only problem was that there was a fundamental difference between them comparing their bodies and me pulling out what I have: I had a raging hard on. It’s perfectly possible for them to compare what they have without being aroused, but for them to see what they wanted to see I had to be and an erection like this is kind of like a gun, it’s difficult to pull it out without using it.
April went first. She pulled off her tube top and two perky little B cups bounced out. Maureen gave them a squeeze and tweaked her nipples a little. “Aren’t they just gorgeous? I’ve always thought you had great tits.” Her nipples poked out like raspberries on top of two perfectly smooth scoops of tight flesh. I tried not to stare.
Next was Maureen. Her sweater came off to reveal no bra underneath and the girls were right, she had an amazing boob job, there was no way to tell that she didn’t have an absolutely real set of perfect C cup breasts. “Hey Cheryl, show him yours, see if he can tell the difference.”
Cheryl yanked her turtleneck off. She had amazing breasts, just the right amount of droop; her nipples were bright little rubies floating in a bubblegum sea of areola perfectly centered on each breast.
Maureen grabbed my wrists and coaxed me over to where Cheryl was sitting. “Now close your eyes and see if you can tell the difference.” Cheryl, though obviously just as nervous as I was, gave me a look that said “I’m okay with this if you are.” I closed my eyes and someone placed my hands on two breasts that I could have sworn were a matched pair. I could feel the nipples hardening in my palms.
Aprils voice came from my right. “Give ‘em a squeeze, see if you can tell which is which.” I gave them a gentle squeeze and April chastised me. “Come on, man, you can do better than that. You know Maureen has the fake tits, tell me who is who.” I squeezed a little harder and I could feel something different about the breast in my right hand, sort of like smooth flesh wrapped around a water balloon but not quite as squishy.
I took my left hand off its breast and pointed to my right. “Maureen.”
“Give that man a cigar!” Maureen called out. I opened my eyes to them laughing, although Cheryl’s laughter had a touch of embarrassment to it. “So, what’s good for the goose… Let’s see it.”
“Here goes nothing,” I thought to myself and unbuckled my pants.
Maureen dropped to her knees in front of me. “I want a good look at this, a front row seat.” She was having too much fun with me. She was awfully close and I tried to take a step back but she had her hands on my knees. “You’re not going anywhere, I said I wanted a good close look at this thing.” The three of them were chuckling, even Cheryl was starting to relax and enjoy it. I yanked my pants down past my hips and my cock sprang loose. All eight inches of it plopped right down onto Maureen’s forehead.
As we were all still pretty high this was funny. April shouted, “Order in the court!” and we all had a laugh. There I was with my 505’s around my knees and three gorgeous topless women staring at my throbbing hard-on, one of which was my roommate and good friend.
Oddly enough it wasn’t the least bit awkward, it was actually quite relaxing. We were looking at naked people and had talked about nothing but sex and the four of us half naked was so far outside of any kind of sexual norm that it was almost as if clothes had become an unnecessary pretense. It was actually relaxing to get out of them. Looking around I could see from everyone just leaning back with casual, dopey smiles that I wasn’t the only one who felt it. Even Cheryl who had been so uncomfortable at the fact of us seeing each other even partially naked was obviously much less tense. Maureen flopped back down on the couch; I kicked my jeans off and sat back in my recliner.
Maureen said what we were all thinking. “Doesn’t it feel so much more relaxing like this? Like nobody has anything to hide. It feels more honest. I’ve got an idea, let’s all just get naked.”
Cheryl was the first to respond. “You know what, your right. Fuck it.” If I weren’t way past being shocked I would have been. She stood up and jerked down her tight black pants and panties in the same motion. She stood there for a second and I got my first glimpse of her body uncovered. She was lithe with a gentle curve to her hips and long, sleek legs. Looking at her made me realize why people find racecars sexy. It was nearly impossible not to take her legs in slowly and when I got to the top I saw a neat triangle of that same soft, bronzy auburn hair sitting on top of a cleanly waxed, bubblegum pink pussy.
April had worn that black tube top with a tight ankle length, blood red skirt and a pair of riding high boots that she taken off long since. I thought the combination was slightly stripperish yet not in the least trashy. What she did next enhanced that stripperish quality. “Oh please Cher, I can do better than that.” She turned and faced the couch. Her back to the room she put her hands on her hips and bent over slowly dragging her skirt along for the ride. Albeit the most petite of the three, little redheaded April easily had one of the greatest asses on earth. It was plump without setting her tiny frame off balance, the strap of a black thong cleaving it into round halves. She slid her skirt off and I was looking at a peach sitting on top of two curvy legs. She wrapped her hands around her ankles and slid them up between her legs while staying doubled at the waist and looped her fingers into the crotch of her panties pulling them straight down and off. In this position she presented her puckering little pussy, nestled between two small swellings of flesh to the rest of us before wheeling back around and dropping back on the couch laughing. Cheryl was cheering and Maureen and I laughed and clapped at her impromptu strip tease.
“Bravo April, but it’s my turn.” Maureen was next. I had to see what she would do. Easily the wildest of the three all I can say about the way she dressed is that although she came to the party alone she had not intended to leave alone. She was wearing something out of a fetish magazine: an extremely short, pleated plaid wool skirt and thigh high white stockings with Mary Janes. Her curly blonde hair was pulled up into, I shit you not, pigtails by lacy little pink satin ribbons tied into bows. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor stepping out of it as she walked into the middle of the room. She faced the couch and first kneeled but then leaned back over her feet. Her knees together and in the air, her back on the floor and her feet under her hips she reached between her legs and slid her white cotton panties off. With a gymnast’s display of strength and ability she stood back up smoothly and sauntered back over to the couch as we all whistled, clapped and laughed. I couldn’t help but notice she left the shoes and stockings on.
“Well there’s no way I can top that,” I admitted and started to yank off my black t-shirt.
“Come on, at least stand up,” Cheryl insisted. I complied but still unceremoniously pulled off my shirt and tossed it on top of my jeans. I got booed when I sat back down.
Looking around the room the first thing that caught my eye was that April was soaking. Her rosy pink pussy was glistening, as was the smooth skin down her inner thighs. Given the content of the evening’s conversation I felt perfectly justified in commenting. “Wow April, you certainly looked pleased with tonight’s outcome.”
After I pointed it out everyone noticed. Cheryl and Maureen giggled. April, probably more than a little embarrassed defended herself. “And why not? What about you? You’re sitting there staring at three naked chicks and you could run a flag up that cock. And just what do you think women fantasize about when they get themselves off? Big, thick, hard cocks. I shouldn’t get wet looking at yours?”
April had succeeded at reminding everyone about the state I was in. Maureen chimed in. “Yeah Ian, you look ready to pop. I bet a strong breeze would get you to paint the walls.” More laughter from the peanut gallery as I blushed again. True to form Maureen pushed the envelope. “You know, I’ve never watched a guy jerk off. You look like you need to let off some steam, why don’t you go for it and let us watch.”
Cheryl once again looked a little uncomfortable with the turn of events. Sitting around naked, even being as obviously aroused as we were all getting seemed to be appropriate given the context of the evening. Now Maureen was trying to make it a little too sexual and she was starting to have second thoughts.
April didn’t give her a chance to voice her opinion. “Yeah, I wanna see. Besides it’s not going to take much to get me off right now either and God knows I could use it.”
Maureen thought this was a capital idea. “Hell yeah, let’s do this. Hey Cher, why don’t you get that vibrator you borrowed from me. You know, the one you wanted to try.”
Cheryl turned bright red. “Mo!”
“Oh stop it. You know you want to, I could do the backstroke in that little pool you’re leaving on that chair.” Maureen was right. April and I weren’t the only ones who needed to get off. Maureen and Cheryl were sopping wet as well.
“Fine.” Cheryl was pouting but marched off to her room to get the toy anyway. She came back with a bottle of lube and a veiny cock-shaped vibe that really did look like the real thing. My pride swelled seeing it was actually a little smaller than mine.
“Oh yeah, me first.” April had her hand out for the vibrator. Cheryl gave it to her and tried to hand her lube as well. “Trust me, I don’t need it. Give it to him.”
Cheryl handed me the lube and sat back down in her chair. She was sitting there indian-style looking torn between her obvious need to get off and her hesitations about doing it in front of me. Maureen had no such reservations and slid two curled fingers into herself.
“You really don’t beat around the bush, do you Mo?” Being that I’d never seen it happen outside of a video I was actually pretty curious about how a woman gets herself off as well. I took the opportunity to ask questions while I drizzled lube onto my cock.
“Ouch, that pun hurt.” I actually didn’t even notice I had made it but it got a chuckle when Maureen pointed it out. “But actually I get the most enjoyment out of rubbing my g-spot. Normally if I wasn’t this wet I would start by caressing outside until I got there. Obviously there’s no need for that now.”
April had turned on the vibrator and was sliding it up and down between her labia and over her clit. “I prefer to do tease myself until I just can’t handle it and need to be stuffed full. Once I get to that point I usually lose it, just fuck the hell out of myself with a toy and cum almost instantly.”
Maureen turned to Cheryl. “How about you? Want to let him in on what does it for you?”
Cheryl was simply sitting there trying to make up her mind about the whole situation. “Actually I’m going to wait and see how things turn out for while if nobody minds.”
Uncharacteristically, Maureen let this slide. “Spoilsport. Okay, whatever suits you, I guess.”
Things changed pretty rapidly when April did as she predicted. She was panting pretty heavily and started to howl as she slid the vibe into herself. Hearing her cum ratcheted the mood up a notch. My hand started stroking over my slippery shaft a little more quickly and twisting as it caught the crown. Maureen bit her lip and picked up speed as her fingers slid back and forth in her pussy. Even Cheryl started to gently rub her slick labia as she watched April piston away with the veiny silicon cock. Her hips bucked hard enough to knock her off the couch. When she landed the vibrator was rammed into her to the hilt. This made her absolutely lose control and she screamed out what looked like a mind-altering orgasm. She looked up with amusement and with the vibe still lodged deep in her she cheered with her arms up in the air like she had just won a gold medal.
By the time she finished Maureen was looking pretty intense and whatever part of Cheryl that was protesting had given up the ghost. “Okay, my turn.” Cheryl reached for the slick toy that April was sliding out of her pussy with a shudder.
Maureen stopped her. “Oh no, sweetie. Me first. You already know what she tastes like.” That raised eyebrows. April gave Cheryl a slack jawed smile and handed the sloppy dong to Maureen.
“Oh ho ho, so it’s like that eh?” Cheryl was amused. “Then by all means, be my guest. You’ll like it, it’s just like those dirty gin martinis you like so much.”
Maureen fumbled getting her grip on the vibrator at first. “My my, this is awfully slick. You must have really enjoyed yourself.” Maureen turned to face me and ran her tongue up the shaft of the toy. “And you’re right Cher, this is awesome. Remind me to try it from the source sometime.” Maureen then put on a show that I can only assume was for my benefit. She looked me square in the eyes as she sucked the thing clean and then continued to give it some rather elaborate, noisy head. Then apparently she was ready to take care of her own needs. “Okay, enough fucking around.”
Maureen ran the vibe down her neck and winked at me as she paused to squeeze it between her boobs. Then she very slowly sank it into her swollen pussy. Cheryl now had two fingers knuckle deep in herself and April had begun to lightly stroke her labia. Maureen began to pound the toy into herself almost violently, I thought to myself that it was lucky I wasn’t fucking her because I could never keep that pace up. It didn’t take long before she was shaking and squealing. Her belly contracted hard enough that a fine mist of sweat bounced off it. She was silent for a second, her whole body flexed and tensed tighter than a drum before she collapsed like an overcooked noodle back onto the couch.
When she came to she looked over at me and down into my lap. “How have you not cum yet? You looked like you just got out of your pants in time before.”
Responding was difficult as my mouth was bone dry. “It’s not easy, but I like to take my time.”
“What do you mean?” April asked. “If you want to get off why do you drag it out?”
“Well, I only get one. If you guys want to spend time masturbating you might as well try and cum quickly because you can just keep going after you do. I have to stop after I cum, so I like to take my time. Sometimes I’ll keep at it for a couple hours.” I kept stroking my shaft, although very slowly. I paid a lot of attention to my balls as if I stayed on the shaft too long I would cum. The natural progression here dictated that Cheryl was next up to bat and by this point I really wanted to see that.
“Can I ask a favor?” Maureen wanting a favor would have concerned me half an hour ago. Now I was ready for whatever she had in mind. “I’m really curious to see what that looks like from your angle. Why don’t you sit over here?”
I got up and sat down on the couch next to Maureen. She hung her head over my shoulder and stared into my lap. April leaned on my leg and looked up at my tightly clenched balls. “No, this isn’t doing it at all. I still just feel like I’m watching. Scoot down.” I obeyed and slouched down onto the couch. Maureen slung her leg over my abdomen and sat down. I could feel her soft patch of pubic hair against the top of my shaft. “So this is what it looks like to have a cock.” She reached down, scratched my balls and grunted. Once again Maureen got a laugh from the crowd. “Let me do it, I got to see what it’s like.”
April got up and handed Maureen the lube. She pulled my hand away from my cock and poured lube over it like she was drowning an ice cream sundae in hot fudge. Her hand wrapped around the base and clumsily yanked up slipping off the head. The shudder that flashed through me awakened me to the fact that things had once again got heavier. Now Maureen was giving me a hand job.
“This is a lot harder than giving a hand job. The physics are totally different.”
I found that comical. She really didn’t look at it as if she was jerking me off. She honestly was curious what masturbating looked like for a guy. “Don’t worry, you’re doing just fine.”
“Yeah, but now I just want to see more. What does it look like when you get this big thing sucked?”
“Oh if that’s all you want I’m sure we can arrange that.” April was standing in front of us. “That is if Ian doesn’t mind.”
“Of course not, why would you mind Ian?”
By now these two knew what they were doing. April kneeled down between our legs and grabbed a paper towel to wipe the lube off my member. She looked up at Maureen. “Can you see okay?”
“Perfectly.” April’s mouth descended onto my cock. I gasped and Maureen giggled. “I guess that feels pretty good.”
I decided to make this a little more interactive. “Well if you really want to know what it’s like…” I slipped two fingers over her clit. “You see,” I was trying hard to be coherent, “in the womb, before our anatomy is gender specific we really all have the same equipment. Eventually it just takes the appropriate form, but it’s all basically the same stuff. This right here,” I gave her clit a gentle squeeze for emphasis and she sucked in a sharp breath, “turns into the head of a penis. Your clit hood and the foreskin are the same thing too. My scrotum?” I curled my fingers up the sides of her labia eliciting a low coo. “Right here. And down in here,” my fingers slid inside her. She was tighter than I had expected. “That would’ve been your shaft if you had one different chromosome. So whatever April here does to me, I’m going to do to you. Then you’ll really have a proper understanding, yes?”
All Maureen could do was bite her lower lip and nod. She stared down into April’s eyes; April was staring at me smiling about the situation I had put them in. She was about to give the both of us the same head. I guess she decided to start simply to make the logistics easy for me. She flicked her tongue quickly and lightly over my sac and my fingers tickled Maureen’s lips. April grabbed the base of my shaft and snaked her tongue around the head and swirled the tip of my index finger around Maureen’s clit. Then April began to blow me in earnest, my cock disappeared into her mouth. I slid two fingers into Maureen and tried to mimic Aprils tongue flashing about my crown with my thumb on Maureen’s clit. April brought a hand up to cup my balls as she pumped me slowly in and out of her mouth. My other hand corresponded on Maureen’s labia.
“Fuck this is hot.” I looked across the room and saw Cheryl had fetched the vibrator. She had turned it on and was stroking the head of it across her clit as she watched me give Maureen exactly what April gave me.
April pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at Maureen. “You must like your first blowjob, I can taste you on his cock.” Maureen’s pussy was soaking down my crotch and onto my shaft. Pulled my hands away from her for as long as April was talking.
“Please,” Maureen was starting to get desperate, “God please don’t stop sucking that cock.” April’s mouth went back to work on me and my hands went back to work on Maureen. April teased my head with her lips and I pinched gently at Maureen’s clit. Maureen clenched her fingers in April’s hair and pulled her down onto my cock. I had to give her credit, if it wasn’t for the fact that my hands were busy it’s just what I would have done as April was doing a pretty god job of teasing the two of us. She brought her hand back up to cup my balls as she pumped her head up and down in my lap aided by the guidance of Maureen’s hands. Maureen was reacting to my fingers, which pumped in and out of her just as fast as April pistoned on my cock.
Maureen started to shake and squeal again and her body tensed up crushing me back into the couch. Her legs clamped together pushing April back and off my cock with a loud pop. She slid off me and dropped to her side on the couch with her legs pulled up to her chest. I could see her pussy twitching between her thighs as she came and I followed her down. My lips found her clit and sucked hard on it while she continued to convulse through her orgasm.
When she finished I sat back up. She splayed her body out on the couch and panted, her leg falling across my lap. April was beside herself with glee and gave me a high five. When her breathing steadied she looked up at me, “Is that what we put you through when we give a guy a blowjob?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“I think I’m gonna stop teasing you guys so much. That was intense.”
“Oh, don’t stop doing that, that’s what makes it intense.”
“By the way,” April interrupted, “how was I?”
“You suck some mean dick.”
“I’ll say,” Maureen agreed climbing back onto my lap, “but there’s still one thing I haven’t seen from this perspective.”
Cheryl now had the vibrator shoved into her pussy as far as it would go, but she wasn’t too busy to see Maureen was looking at her as she spoke. “And what would that be?”
“I still need to see what it looks like for a guy to get fucked.”
“And you’re suggesting I climb onto my roommates cock?”
“Don’t be so coy Cher. You’re the only one of us that hasn’t gotten off yet.” She wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and shook it in Cheryl’s direction. “And just look at this thing, you know your dying to.”
Cheryl didn’t say a word as she stood up. She simply slid her toy out of her pussy and walked over to the couch. She stared down at my cock. I could see the debate raging in her. She threw her leg over mine and tentatively reached out for my cock. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this.” Her fingers brushed against the underside my shaft and I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to be inside her. Then her fingers wrapped around my cock. Feeling how hard and hot it was, feeling it jump at her touch seemed to change something in her. “Oh my God…” She looked at Maureen. “Get off him.”
“Come on Cher, don’t you want…”
“Get the fuck off him.” Cheryl snapped at Maureen and she practically leapt off me. “You really want to see what it looks like when a man gets fucked? Then watch.”
Cheryl sat down on my lap and leaned in close to my face. Her arms wrapped around my neck as her swiveling hips ground her slick wet pussy against my painfully hard cock. She kissed me gently then whispered against my lips. “Are you okay? Because I really want this.” She pulled her head back and bit her lip waiting for my response. I nodded yes and she replied with a half lidded smile. Her hips rocked forward and her pussy found the tip of my cock. When her hips rocked back down I was inside her. We both gasped as I felt her honey pot stretch to accommodate me. Her hands still clasped around the back of my neck she slid gently up and back down.
Cheryl came down into my lap and stayed there. Smiling mischievously she gripped my cock inside her, undulating her pussy around my cock and grinding her hips into mine. The feeling was exquisite. She rocked her hips back and forth as her pussy milked my shaft. “You like that?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you would.”
She had a slight smugness to her. She knew how well she was giving. I thought it was time she learned I could give it just as well. “Oh yeah? Well I know a few tricks too.” I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and picked her up. I continued to thrust up into her as I turned her around and laid her on her back on the couch.
She skipped a breath as I came back down on top of her driving my cock into her to the hilt. I brought my hips up and down sliding the back of my shaft across her clit as I stroked in and out of her. “Holy shit, Ian…” her speech trailed off and her pussy gave away why. She was still gripping and undulating her hot box around my cock but it no longer had the deliberate rhythm she had when she was trying to get me off. It was grabbing and releasing uncontrollably. Her head tossed from side to side and her fingers dug into my scalp. She grabbed my ass and wrapped her long legs around my hips pulling me as far into her as I could get and ground her crotch wildly against mine.
After she came her legs came loose from my hips and she dropped back down onto the couch. My cock popped out of her sweet pussy completely undramatically. I was probably two strokes away from cumming and frantic. “Oh fuck, no, Cheryl, I’m so close.”
“About fucking time, too.” Maureen’s voice sounded almost distant.
“Yeah, come here baby,” April was no farther away than 5 feet but it sounded to me like she was in the next room. My ears were ringing. “I’m gonna finish sucking you off.”
I felt hands grab my hips but I was transfixed on Cheryl’s body laid out before me. Her voice I heard loud and clear. “No, come fuck my tits. I want you to cum on my face.” I knelt over her and I saw Maureen’s hand soak Cheryl’s cleavage with lube. She wrapped her tits around my cock and I started to tremble as I stroked between them. “That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum all over me.” I don’t even think it took seconds. I came so hard my vision blacked out. I felt myself screaming but heard nothing but white noise and ringing in my ears. It felt like I was cumming pancake batter. I fell off the couch and landed with a crash on the floor.
When my eyes opened all I could see was three flesh colored blurs. My vision cleared and I saw Maureen staring at my spent cock. April was giggling and chatting with Cheryl who was sliding her fingers around a lake of jism that was pooling on her neck and face. Large splatters ran down the wall above her head.
April kissed Cheryl gently on the cheek and helped her up. “We’re going to head off to bed. It’s getting pretty late and I have something I have to make up to Cheryl.”
Maureen and I smiled and said goodnight. She helped me up off the floor. “Mind if I crash with you tonight. If you’re up to it later I’m gonna want to try some of that.”
I think our next party is going to have a much shorter guest list.