Authors: Jane Prescott
I kiss them. They kiss me. There is a point where I am on the floor between them, my fingers stroking their nipples in tandem, and then we rise from having our backs to the floor and I’ve got my hands in their pants, working those cocks with my hands while they suck on each other’s necks. Is this me? I wonder as they lay me down and minister to my body.
I’m rising up out of myself; I cannot believe that this is Justin, the object of most women’s eyefucking and fantasies, who’s curly brown head is in between my legs, lapping me, thrashing his tongue in a focused spot, allowing me to uncurl and free myself from inhibition. There is a Nando behind me, tweaking my nipples into focused points, marking my neck with little bites, and when I reach my moment, it is a moment I can see glistening all over Justin’s mouth.
I like it. Is that wrong? I like that now, every time he sings, I will be able to see his mouth as it is now, wet with my juices. I like that I’ve filthied him.
He doesn’t wipe his mouth before he kisses Nando, and now I’m on Nando, too, and they share me through a tumble of tongues. Nando leads Justin to a chair, and when he sits, his cock is pointing up towards the ceiling. He grasps it in his hand and works himself as Nando gathers my still-trembling form from the floor and walks me over. It’s time.
Both guys grasp each one of my hands as I settle down onto Justin, my mouth releasing an unconscious little O as I feel the unfamiliar fullness fill me. Justin closes his eyes, tilting the longer waterfall of his hair back as he feels me slide around him. I lean forward and press my breasts on him, leaving my behind exposed. To my shock, I can feel Nando’s mouth there, licking me, little muscles I didn’t know I had working in response.
I’m wet everywhere. I am the wettest person alive. Soon, the reason for those ministrations becomes clear, and I’m split two ways, from the front and from behind. They go slow, which is good because I am unaccustomed to having one, let alone two men in my body. I can feel them sliding against each other inside me, and they can, too, as is clear from the way they’re looking at each other across my shoulder. And then Justin looks at me, and I know his moment is close and building because his mouth has gone slack.
There is a hot spurt inside me and I hear Justin’s voice as I never heard it before, a strangled animal sound, and I know I’ve unleashed him. Nando stills, pulls out of me, and I get off of Justin. I lay back against him and Nando finishes himself off, directly onto my chest, hands working lightning fast. Sated, we all lay, hand to hand, on the floor, and the first one to break the silence is Justin.
“Good jam session, everybody,” he says, and we all laugh, our strained voices a whisper of memory in the room.
THE END
In Bed With My Best Friend’s Boyfriend
Chapter 1 Friendship
“I’ve heard about these parties they're nothing more than an excuse to have sex, I’m not sure I should be going?” Olivia just wants her best friend to tell her to stop worrying and enjoy herself, which her best friend, Sara, does. “I wish you weren’t going away, then we could go together. I hate going anywhere without you,” Olivia continues.
“You’ll be fine, and it’s not as though you won’t know anyone, lots of your work colleagues are going so I’d feel the odd one out anyway. Stop worrying Olivia Quattro, you are a confident and beautiful young lady, you really don't need me to be there to hold your hand. I think you’ll have a great time and probably meet some handsome dude,” Sara assures her. “Anyway, what will you do if I get this new job and have to move away? We’re growing up and not teenagers anymore, we have to take chances that come our way,” she finishes.
“You’re always the brave one, the adventurous one. Me, I jus
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hings are they are. Part of me wants you to get the job, because I know it’ll make you happy, but another part, my selfish side, doesn’t, ‘cos you’ll be leaving this town, leaving me!”
“Maybe if I go then it’ll encourage you to take the plunge into the big wide world and leave this small town,” Sara suggests. “Expand your horizons, Olivia, you’re a big girl now.”
“Nah, I’m not as adventurous as you. I’d be too scared to go to a big city all by myself, I don't know how you can do it.”
“Look, if I get this job, then maybe in a few months, you can follow me. You can visit with me, meanwhile, get used to being away from your mom and dad. It’ll do you good to break those apron strings,” Sara says, keen to help her best friend move on with her life, now they were both in their twenties.
“One step at a time. I don’t want to work in the store, filling shelves, all my life, but you know, we do have a laugh. Plus, I get invited to cool parties. I’m supposed to be staying there all night and I have no idea how there’ll be enough beds for everyone?”
Sara laughs at her friend’s innocence, finding it hard to believe that Olivia really is this naive.
“Oh, there’ll be beds alright, but I doubt you’ll be sleeping in them,” Sara says, coyly.
“Hey, I’m not a virgin you know,” Olivia exclaims at her friend’s mockery. “I’ve had sex and if there’s a dishy guy I like, then who knows what it might lead to.”
“Livvy, it’s a fancy dress party, you’re not going to be able to tell who’s who,” Sara thinks she’d best explain a thing or two about these parties, she’s been to enough of them herself. “That makes it all the easier to have wild sex with someone completely anonymous. They don't know you and you don't know them. No hang ups afterwards. I really should have taken you to more parties, you’re such an innocent.”
Olivia pokes at her friend’s arm, aware she’s making fun of her, but in a kind way, though she is right, she does allow her parent’s to influence her too much. They’d only recently agreed to her buying her own car. She knew they were over protective and all it did was make her more insecure, than anything else. Whereas Sara’s mom is a single parent and has brought Sara up with an open and trustworthy attitude. Sara is so much more daring than she could ever hope to be, and she’s probably had more sex too.
“You’re absolutely right,” Olivia announces. “I’m going to this party with an open mind and doing whatever I desire. Time for me to grow up, but I’m still gonna miss you so much,” Olivia hugs Sara tightly. She really was dreading the future changes.
“I haven’t got the job yet, Livvy, I may not be going anywhere,” Sara reminds her.
“I know you, if you really want something you give it everything you’ve got until you get it. Poor Wayne, what’s he gonna do when you leave, he loves you I’m sure.” Olivia suddenly remembers, it won’t just be her who will miss her friend.
“Yeah, I know,” Sara just shrugs her shoulders, she knows that will be the most difficult decision, if she does get this job.
Chapter 2 Cocktails
“This house is huge,” Olivia exclaims as they walk through the front door, to be greeted by loud music and people partying, and having fun.
“Yeah, it’s one of the company bosses, he’s gone wild since he got divorced, so I hear,” one of her work colleagues tells her. “Let’s go find the bar,” she suggests, and soon disappears into the crowd, leaving Olivia stood on her own.
Olivia is secretly glad that her face is masked so no one can see her embarrassment. She decides that she will also try to find the bar. A drink might help her to feel braver at such a large party. None of her work mates are as close as Sara is to her, and they’ve all gone off in their little cliquey groups. She’ll search for them, once she’s got a drink.
As she turns around she bumps right into a guy who’s carrying a large plastic cup full of beer. Luckily it didn’t spill it on her or him, but some of it does go over the floor.
“Whoops, I’m so sorry,” she says, loudly, trying to apologize over the noise.
“Do you know the punishment for spilling a man’s beer?” he asks her, laughing. “It means that I have to get you a drink and you have to spend at least an hour of your time with me,” he tells her.
“That’s good, ‘cos I was just trying to find the bar,” she admits to him.
Olivia feels an exciting tremor in her stomach, she only just got here and already a guy is hitting on her. She can’t see what he looks like or even if she already knows him, because of his disguise, but that just adds to the excitement. He has a black mask over his eyes and is dressed in a tight black shirt and even tighter black pant. A sword, probably plastic, hang son a belt at his side.
“I like your sword,” she tells him, laughing lightly.
“I am Zorro, swashbuckling adventurer and savior of damsels in distress” he says with an exaggerated tone to his voice, like a movie narrator. “And, you lady, in white, look like a maiden in distress,” he charmingly explains to her.
Olivia is dressed in complete contrast to him, where he is all in black, she is completely in white. Short skirt that just conceals her panties, white nylons and a white, very tight and almost see-through, top. She would never have dressed so provocatively, but Sara had chosen her outfit. Her only concession that Sara allowed was the bra, though she almost insisted she went without it. A white feathery mask covers her eyes and fits across the bridge of her nose. She may have had doubts about dressing so risqué, but it seems to have worked, as she already has an admirer.
“What’ll it be, the bar is on the house all evening?” he tells her.
“I’m going to go straight on to the liquor tonight,” she says, wine was usually her drink of choice but tonight she decided to live a little dangerously.
“Tell you what, I’ll get you a cocktail so it lasts longer and you don’t have to keep going back to the bar, then we can spend more time together,” he laughs.
A man of his word, he returns in a few minutes holding two glasses, one full of an exotic looking liquid. It tastes exquisite as she sips on the cool drink. She was so glad that Sara had talked her into coming, she felt that it was going to be a great night.
He led her up a large stairway, where they stood at the top and peered over some railings, watching the party people mulling around below, in the huge hallway. They settled to chat while she sipped on her delicious cocktail drink.
“You’re not here alone are you?” he asks.
“I came with work colleagues, the sort that like to have lots of fun, so as soon as we were in the doorway, they all headed off in their own direction. Some for the dance floor, others for the bar, and others I have no idea, I’ve lost them all,” she explains.
“Indeed, I am your rescuer then,” he says, in his deep tone, moving closer to her to make himself heard above the loud music. His arm brushes against her breasts causing her to quiver involuntarily. She can feel her nipples stiffen at the contact.
“I’ve got a friend here somewhere,” he tells her, “he’s dressed as a gladiator but I haven't seen him for a while. He’s probably already found himself an attractive young maiden.”
They had to stand close together to make themselves heard above the loud music, his body pressing lightly to hers, and his face close to her ear. She turns her head slightly and their lips brush together. Sensing his opportunity, he presses his lips to hers and kisses her passionately. Livvy doesn't pull away, instead she returns his kiss and their lips mash together.
“Look at you,” he said pulling away from their passionate embrace. “You’ve drunk that already. I’m gonna go get you another, you stay right here so I don’t lose you,” he suggests.
She quite likes the idea of staying with this tall, muscular guy all night, as much as she likes the idea of having another drink. Nodding at his suggestion, she watches as he makes his way back down the stairway, towards the room with the bar. Half way down, he stops to chat to another guy. As she studies the other man, she realizes he must be the gladiator friend. They both look up at her and wave, so she politely waves back, smiling. They go off together, heading towards the bar.
Her swashbuckling amour arrives back, but this time he isn't alone, with him is his friend, the gladiator.
“I got you the same one,” he says as he hands Livvy her drink. “You seem to be enjoying it so much. This is my friend I told you about earlier, he’s jealous that I’m with a female and he isn’t, I hope you don't mind him joining us?”
She felt a little displeased that it wasn't going to be just the two of them. Things were just getting interesting and heaven only knows where it might have led to. Still, she was courteous, not showing her displeasure and instead smiling at his friend and offering him her hand in greeting. Perhaps she should be relieved that her virtue is intact, but she can’t help the feeling of disappointment.
To her surprise his friend takes her hand and turns it over, brushing his lips across the back of it on her bare skin. For the second time tonight an involuntary shiver of desire rushes through her. Perhaps the would be gladiator felt her shiver, or maybe he’s just bold, but while still holding her hand, he pulls her towards him and instantly kisses her full on the lips. She is shocked by his boldness but doesn't resist, opening her mouth in response to his tongue probing her lips, welcoming it and pressing her tongue against his. The kiss is intoxicating and she can feel her inhibitions slowly slipping away.
“Hey man,” Zorro cries out, “I saw her first.”
Olivia feels him pulling her away from the gladiator as he turns her to face his and replaces the gladiator’s lips with his own. Her lips are still wet from her clinch with his friend and they slip and slide on each others easily with their tongues dancing together in their passion. She feels her arousal levels rising as she is passed from one to the other strong male arms, each kissing her deeply and passionately as their juices mix together in a heady cocktail of lust and desire.
She simply can't get enough as she is passed back and forth between the two handsome young men. She has never felt so hot in her life as the heat in her panties spreads to the rest of her body, causing every nerve ending to tingle in a lustful pleasure. She’s intoxicated with passion. Without her even realizing, they manage to maneuver her into a quiet corner, away from seeing eyes. Sshe surrenders completely to them as she feels hands roaming over her body. Someone, she isn't sure who, cups her breasts and squeezes them firmly, causing her to moan quietly into the mouth of whoever is kissing her at the time. She doesn't know who is doing what, and she really doesn't care.
Another pair of hands land on her ass, squeezing fingers dig into the soft flesh. Livvy pulls away from the hot lips kissing her, moaning lightly and gulping in air as she tries to clear her head. The hands lift up her skirt and slip under the elastic of her panties, fondling the bare skin of her ass, before slipping further down her crack and searching out that wet pussy. Livvy is drowning in lust and her legs weaken, causing them to open slightly as a finger slips into the folds of her wet labia. As the finger probes her wetness, her legs nearly give way. Luckily she has her hands firmly clasped around someone’s neck, otherwise she might simply slip to the floor, overcome by her wanton passions.
She can’t believe how quickly she’s been manipulated and made into a quivering mess by these two guys. She is definitely no prude and lost her virginity years ago, but still, she isn't an easy lay either. Whilst the alcohol lowers her inhibitions, she is still in complete control of her senses. Fighting her inner battle, she steps away from the two guys and straightens her clothes,
time to stop this
she thinks to herself.
If I’m not careful I’ll end up having sex with them both, right here and now on the hallway floor in front of everyone.
A sudden image springs into her mind of writhing naked between these two hunky men. Her panties moisten even more. Both the guys look slightly perturbed by how events have developed, clearly they too had become carried away in the heat of the moment, but as Olivia notices, by the bulges in front of their pants, they too are fully aroused.
“Sorry,” Zorro says, “we didn't mean no disrespect, but you've made us both so horny.”
She is taken aback by his words, she never really considered herself a sexy woman, always believing she was a plain Jane, not like Sara who is beautiful. Sure she has a good figure, but as her mum is always telling her, she has her dad’s nose which is too big for her face.
“You really think I’m sexy?” she asks them, tentatively.
“You bet,” the gladiator speaks for the first time. “We haven't been able to keep our hands off you since we met.”
There’s something familiar about his voice, but she simply can't place it, what with all the noise.
Zorro moves closer until he’s almost touching her again.
“Look, why don't we find somewhere quieter, more private?” he suggests.
Olivia looks between the two, the gladiator nods in agreement and Zorro has such a hopeful look in his face that she doesn’t feel like she wants to refuse them. Besides, she’s come here tonight determined to let her hair down, and whilst she didn't imagine a ménage à trois would happen, she is so aroused by it that she might just do anything they ask of her.
Chapter 3 Electrifying Shudders
They lead her deeper into the house and well away from the noise. At first she hesitates, when they enter a room and she realizes it’s a bedroom. Could she go into a bedroom with two complete strangers? Olivia didn't even know their names, apparently that is the rules of these parties.
Why not?
she thinks to herself,
it’s time she learned to have fun, and this party is supposed to be about exactly that, Sara will be proud of her.
They enter the room hand in hand, both Zorro and the gladiator have a firm grip, as if they’ve detected her reluctance and wish to stop her escape. Olivia likes them taking the lead and being in control, she’s always preferred her boyfriends to be dominant and confident. Realizing that she’s probably gone past the point of no return, only increases her levels of arousal to a new high. They have her now, she’s completely at their mercy
The room is in semi darkness with curtains closed and a dim light glowing. There’s only one place to sit, and that’s on the enormous bed. They lead her to it and she sits submissively, awaiting their next move.