After they’d all gone home from the party, just Bennie, Jay, and I remained. We were all stoned and drunk. Me, the love of my life, and a virgin boy, all stoned, all pissed, all sleeping in the same room. What could possibly go wrong? Or right?
***
I dressed at the pace of a stoned sloth. After buttoning up and ensuring I was identical to before, I walked all the way to the ground floor to catch some fresh air in the garden. I needed to get rid of the bright red flush of two orgasms. The cold hit my nipples the moment I opened the back door, making them stand at attention again. A breeze crept along the damp grass and insinuated itself into my dress. Oh, I thought, forgot the knickers.
I stood for a few minutes listening to the rock music coming from our room above the garden.
I walked back into the room as another Status Quo song began, but only one person danced. No longer wearing her baggy t-shirt, and sporting a tantalisingly small black bra, Lisa was attempting to bop while peeling down her jeans, revealing a matching pair of impossibly small, fanny-hugging panties. I was in shock, as was everyone else, it seemed. Looking around, most people were standing. Steph and Little Dave had moved to the couch, while Jay and Suzie sat in the spot they had vacated, leaning against the wall. They were no longer chatted since Jay was staring up at the animated interloper. As drunk and stoned as she was, Lisa stepped out of the jeans and carried on stomping. This turned into a rude version of a hand jive, which I hadn’t seen before. It involved two forearm jerks right, two left, a side-snake lunge of the right leg with two hands sliding down the thigh twice, a repeat on the left, then two strokes of the crotch leaning to one side, then a repeat on the other. All to the beat of Quo’s twelve-bar-blues.
She turned around, pointing her arse at Jay while she bent over, resuming the stomp, hands on hips, twisting from side to side, then upright. She performed a kind of pirouette to face Jay and continued with the dance the X-rated hand-jive. There was no hiding her lithe form as someone had turned on the two standard lamps.
Instead of two arm jerks on either side, she reached up her back and unfastened her bra, still keeping the rhythm, which impressed the hell out of me. As she dropped into a side snake to stroke her thigh, the bra dropped to the floor. As she stood upright for the simulated masturbation, she revealed a pair of proportionately small tits that were reminiscent of Pam’s. They didn’t even wobble as she leaned back and twisted into the stomp. Her small tits created the illusion of massive erect nipples with dark brown areolae. Jay’s eyes fixed on them as she leaned over to perform the forward part of the dance again.
She’s calling my fucking bluff, I thought. She was trying to get Jay by stripping naked in front of him. Everyone rooted to the spot, silent, watching her. Men and women. I looked around but could not see Julie.
Lisa pirouetted again, her back to Jay and carried on with the dance, as the new Quo track started. While she danced with her hands on her hips, her thumbs slid into the waistband of the only garment that remained. As the stomp leaned forward, her hands guided the panties down her legs until she was almost doubled over. Boy, was she supple! Reaching her ankles, displaying her vulva to the ideally positioned Jay like a mare in heat, she dipped her knees, allowing her to push the knickers to her feet. It was, I admitted to myself, quite a pretty vulva with wisps if brown hair showing and I surprised myself that I found it arousing. If it was arousing to me, the boys must have been creaming their undies. As if to support my theory, I cast a look over at Big Dave, who had both hands in his pockets and was not so subtly stroking his erection. Everyone had holes in their jeans pockets in those days.
I watched with envy at her youthful confidence and wished I had the courage to emulate her, apart from the bit where she tried to hook someone’s fiancé; I could never do that. Unrolling her spine, vertebra by vertebra, she stepped one foot out and then high kicked the underwear across the room. Feet apart, she continued resumed the hand-jive, now fully naked and giving the lads in front a glorious display, no doubt.
She pirouetted again, displaying that her crotch sported only a fine down of hair. Trimmed or just naturally sparse? I wondered. She eyed Jay’s crotch, then stared at me, grinning the grin of a smug bitch; albeit a smug bitch that had yet to reach her twenties. I looked at Jay and his very obvious hard on. My anger bubbled.
Hands on hips, she bent forward, swishing her body side to side and giving the rest of the room a less explicit version of the view that Jay had just experienced, while Jay stared at her unmoving tits. Back to the obscene dance, she spread her legs wide, displaying her engorged clitoris and full lips like a Sheila Nagog carving, before covering them with her flat hands for the now not-so-fake fingering.
Turning again, her legs still wide, and danced the forward twist of the stomp, providing a rear display of a cunt that any man would want to bury his cock in.
What the fuck am I doing? I thought. I’m encouraging this. Prancing up to Jay, I pulled him from the floor and planted a full, passionate kiss on his more than welcoming lips. I became conscious that Larry’s taste may still be on me, but Jay didn’t seem to notice, or care, if he did.
Lisa was still dancing, though it had turned into a nondescript, hippy like trance. I was furious, which turned me on once again.
Emboldened and aroused by my aggression, I unfastened the last four blue buttons as I shouted, “This is much easier, you stupid little child,” and pulled my dress wide open, spreading it like wings, as everyone gasped.
“Fucking Hell, San!” It was Larry calling across the room, as if he hadn’t just seen me even more naked than this, though, admittedly, my nipples were even stiffer now than when his tongue had explored them – I blamed the cold. Storm cheered, staring at my fanny. Big Dave applauded and everyone joined in. Bennie’s eyes flicked from my prominent points to my flaps and back. I imagined he preferred my voluptuous nakedness to Lisa’s; though the likelihood was that I was wrong. I didn’t care.
I turned to Jay, pushed him against the wall and snogged his gob off, to the rhythm of more cheers. My hand went to his straining erection and pumped at it. Lifting my leg high to his waist, I grabbed his hand and place it in my bare breast for him to play with my bullet, doubly aroused by Larry and the chill breeze and maybe a little by Lisa’s display. I stopped massaging him, remembering that I’d promised to fuck his brains out later. Well, I promised myself.
I turned back to the still naked Lisa. “That’s how you do it, you fucking amateur.” Turning to Steph, I said, “G’is a hand, Steph.”
“What the fuck!” Shouted Julie, who had just come through the door. Denis stood right behind her, up close. How the fuck does a sleaze-bag like him do it? I thought.
“No! No! No!” Lisa called while moving towards her clothes.
I grabbed her arm as Steph stood up. “No, you don’t. Grab her other arm, Steph.” She obeyed, and we marched her towards the door, where Dennis was still standing, eyes fixed on Lisa’s nakedness.
“No. Please don’t.” Lisa remembered my threat. Through the door, we just dropped her naked body on the floor. I wasn’t about to throw a naked and drunken woman down the stairs. What sort of monster do you take me for? “Get out of here you fucking little s…” I stopped, unable to use the word even to insult Lisa. “Only room for one of us to behave like that, and it’s my house!”
I closed and locked the door, as she stood up and started knocking. “Give me my clothes,” she begged.
“Come on, San,” Julie pleaded for her. “Let her have her clothes.”
“There’s a phone under the stairs. Please get her home before I really lose it.” I was on fire. The realisation that aggression aroused me was so new, I was confused. I realised I was still flashing my bits and buttoned up in double quick time.
“Ah, eh, San!” Storm piped up. “I was enjoying that.”
“Another time, eh?”
“Really?” Called Jay.
“Well, I think that’s enough for tonight, anyway.”
“I meant…”
“I know!”
By now, Steph had collected Lisa’s clothes, and Julie took them out to her. We didn’t see them again that night. A few others left as well. Notably, Steph and Little Dave. “Thanks for the support there, Steph.” I gave her a hug. Moving away, I said, “You know, Steph. You are absolutely gorgeous and you wear that dress well. You know what would make it a thousand times more stunning?”
“What?”
“If you wore it without any underwear.”
“Jesus, San. I could never do that.”
“Yes, you could.”
I hugged her again and, as I moved to kiss her cheek, she turned her head to kiss mine, and we ended up lips to lips. We broke off the hug, embarrassed, unable to look at each other. I gave her partner a hug as well. They left. We didn’t speak of that kiss until many years later.
Bennie tried to rise from the floor, but staggered onto the couch, possibly hampered a little by the erection he’d developed. “Shit!” he said. “I’m all dizzy. I didn’t drink that much.”
“That’ll be the cannabis,” I advised.
“But I didn’t smoke any.”
“There’s a load of smoke in the atmosphere. That’ll be it.”
“It’s nice. Isn’t it?”
“That’s why we smoke it.” I sat next to him. I pulled him to me and rested his head on my shoulder. “Hash virginity gone, anyway.” I knew his eyes peered down my dress as I stroked his head, as if he hadn’t already seen enough.
“My mum’s going to kill me.”
“Hey, you’re a grown man.”
“I know but, the Methodist thing.”
“You can kip on here if you want.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Really. Jay won’t mind.” And it’ll be extra exciting fucking Jay while you’re asleep, I thought. I trembled as I imagined the scene. “And it’ll save you a taxi or a walk in this freezing weather. There’s a phone down stairs. You can ring your mum.”
“Oh, no. I don’t need that. I’ve stayed at mates before.”
“There you go then. I’ll get spare blankets and pillows out.”
While I did that, everyone else was getting ready to go, pulling out leather Jackets from their stack beside the wardrobe and negotiating ownership. Jay was pulling the bed down from the wall and preparing it for us. I ordered my weak legs to carry me out to the landing.
“Pst.” I heard from up the stairs. Larry was beckoning me. He was dressed, ready to go home. I needed the wall and bannister to keep me from falling. I couldn’t decide if that was because of the licking I’d just had, the head I’d just given, the anger at Lisa, the alcohol and hash, or the anticipation of fucking Jay’s brains out. By the time I entered the upper bathroom. Larry was pissing into the toilet.
“Fuck off, Larry,” I whispered. “That was a one-off. Now piss off home and treat yourself while you remember the past hour instead.” I staggered down to the lower toilet.
By the time I was back in our room, only Jay, Bennie, and I remained. And Bennie had already tucked himself up on the couch. “Well, that ended abruptly!” I slurred.
“It’s what happens when a stupid woman gets stoned and strips.”
“You talking about Lisa or me?”
“If the cap fits…” Jay grinned. I knew he was messing. I think it turns him on to think other men ogle me. Pervert!
***
Within minutes, Bennie seemed to be asleep, head and knees against the back of the settee. Jay and I had both prepared ourselves for sleep, even if we staggered a bit while doing so. We crawled into bed. “Shit!” Whispered Jay. “I forgot to go piss. And we forgot to turn the little light off.” The ‘little’ light was a low-powered bulb in a table lamp that kept just enough illumination to see where we walked.
“You drunk enough to let me watch?” I grinned in anticipation.
“No.”
“You sure? You are pretty staggering. Try. For me.”
“You know what I’m like.”
“Go on. If you can’t, I’ll just leave.”
“No.”
I summoned my best pleading little girl voice. “Please.”
“I can’t.”
“Pwitty, pwitty, pwease.”
“Fucking hell San, come on, then.”
My heart fluttered against my ribs as we both grabbed dressing gowns and tip-toed out to the upstairs bathroom. It was more of a crawl, but I made it.
“I’ll stand outside till I hear you start.” My mind travelled back to just an hour or so ago.
“Okay.” He went in and shut the door. My foot prevented it from latching and left it open enough for me to hear.
So, I waited. And waited. I leaned against the doorjamb for what seemed like an age, but was probably a couple of minutes till I heard the trickle in the water. Inching the door open so he wouldn’t hear me, I spotted him through the over-sink mirror, dressing gown tied behind him, hand on the wall behind the cistern, trickling into the bowl. I was watching my love pissing! It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time he was conscious of it. The fluttering fell from my heart to my crotch as I crept through, staring at this rare sight of Jay’s pissing prick as he came into full flow. His other hand joined its partner against the wall to steady his drunken and stoned body as his penis pointed down to the pan. I staggered as I went to push the door closed, and he turned his head and caught me watching. He made a valiant effort, fighting to keep up the flow for a couple of seconds until it came to an abrupt halt.
“Argh! Fuck this bashful bladder!”
I walked over and put my arm around him, and he stood straight. “It’s okay, my love. You tried. And that few seconds were delightful. Progress, eh?”
Steadying myself on the toilet bowl, I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth – the second one that night. I sucked, he twitched, and a teaspoon of urine squirted onto my tongue. “Mm. Nice!” I said, while standing up onto unsteady legs. “You go while I get back to bed.”
“Who was it?” Jay’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“What?” I spun round to him.
“Who did you shag? Earlier, you were missing for about an hour.”
Shit! What did he hear? What did someone else hear? “I fell asleep on the loo.” My quivering voice betrayed me.
“We have a contract. No lies.”
“I didn’t shag anyone. Now, go for a piss.” I turned to the door.
As I tiptoed back into our room, I spied Bennie turn over, facing the room. I didn’t look at him, but I thought I caught the glistening of eyeball within a gap in his eyelids, even though he pretended to be asleep. Slipping off my gown, I turned, bending across the bed to pull the blankets back. Certain his eyes were now open, my sense of mischief rose once again. Though the light was low, acclimatised to the level, prying eyes could make out a naked female form, probably. My stoned brain couldn’t help itself. As I sat on the bed, which was somewhat lower than the couch, one playful leg lifted onto the mattress, leaving the other over the edge with its foot still planted on the floor. My foot leveraged my body up towards the headboard, so that I sat up before the other leg crept up onto the bed. I pulled the covers up as Jay walked back in.
Climbing into bed, he repeated, “Who was it?” I had hoped he’d let it go.
“No one.” I shuffled down and turned to hug him, hoping he wouldn’t press me on this.
“We have this agreement. Remember. No fucking each other if we’ve just fucked someone else.”
“Shush.” I whispered. “Keep it down. We don’t want to wake our new friend. And I didn’t fuck anyone.”
“Shit! I forgot the light.”
“Leave the fucking light. It’s hardly a light, anyway.” I reached down to Jay’s penis; the penis I so desperately wanted inside me. It was flaccid and did not respond to my touch. “What’s wrong?”
“I know you did something tonight. No lies, remember?”
“What makes you think…”
“You were flirting all night, snogged Larry, groped him, snogged me in front of everyone, and went missing for ages.”
“What about you? Touching up our neighbour.”
“I didn’t. I only…”
“No lies, remember.”
“Well, alcohol, pot, pretty woman, you watching, me watching you, I couldn’t help it. But it didn’t go further.”
“Sure?”
“Yes. Now, I’ve admitted my indiscretion. Your turn.”
“Okay. It was Larry.”
“You shagged Larry. Our friend, Larry.”
“No. Listen. It wasn’t a shag. We just, kind of, sort of, pleasured each other.”
“Where?”
“The upstairs bathroom.”
“That’s why no one could get in there.”
“It started off as a joke.”
“A joke about bringing each other off.
“Not exactly.” I told him about the comment in front of Lisa to wind her up. Then about me feeling mischievous after I had seen Jay up close and personal with Suzie. Then me following Larry and watching him piss and us both being aroused by it. “And that’s why I wanted to watch you. I didn’t want my last memory of watching a man piss to be Larry.”
“Then what?”
“Well, as I was watching him, I was rubbing myself and he saw me but looked away. By the time he finished, I’d opened the dress up and was pulling down my knickers.” Jay’s prick swelled in my hand. I swelled down below and my slit oozed.
“Carry on.”
“He thought I wanted to shag, but I pushed him away and said no, because I intended to fuck your brains out and I didn’t want his come in me if I did. So, I knelt down and started sucking him.” Though I was confessing infidelity, my skin tingled with excitement.
“You sucked him off in the bathroom.”
“Patience, my love. I stopped and made him see to me first.” I went on to describe great detail just what Larry had done to me. All the while, Jay’s dick stiffened. I enjoyed explaining about Larry needing another piss afterwards and how it had aroused me again.
“So, I sat on the toilet and took his cock in my mouth again. And he twitched and squirted a little piss in my mouth.” Jay’s own cock twitched noticeably. “Then it happened again.”
“He pissed in your mouth.”
“Shh. Not deliberately.” I glance over my shoulder just in time to see Bennie’s eyes slam shut. I turned back to my lover. “It was like an after dribble. It was kind of nice; sexy. I needed to piss then, so I let him watch.” Another twitch and Jay’s hand crept to my warm, wet entrance. I moaned quietly, careful not to be too obvious.
“I was so aroused again, I made him finger me. Bring me to another climax.”
“Selfish bitch.”
“Only a little.” There followed the minutiae of the best blow job Larry had ever experienced. Jay was only too aware of the pleasure my oral technique brought so by this time his cock was not only stiff as a copper’s truncheon, it was slick all over with a gallon of pre-cum. “Then he exploded. Fuck me, did he explode? He squirted so much into my mouth I couldn’t hold it all in.”
“What? How?”
“I managed to swallow but not before it’d made my chin sticky.” Jay was ready to unload, I was sure. I eased off my grip while Jay continued to explore my fanny, bringing me closer to an explosion of my own. “He must have shot about a pint into my mouth,” I exaggerated, of course. “Well, maybe a cup full. A big cup.”
“How did it taste?”
“You’re a fucking pervert. It tasted… It… hold – on.” I pressed his hand against my mound, and he obliged. I rolled onto my back and pushed down the covers as he administered to my clit and I glanced over at Bennie, who didn’t notice me looking, but he certainly noticed what Jay was doing. My back arched, and I clamped my hand over my mouth. Not that it mattered, but I had to pretend. I crossed my legs and clenched my thighs over Jay’s hand as I came for the third time that night. Not the first time two men had knowingly made me come in one night.
I relaxed back into the bed, pulling the covers back, and inclined towards Jay again. “We must go and see Zeb again,” I suggested.
“What made you think of him?”
“I’ve no idea,” I lied.
“Back to Larry and his…”
“Oh, yes. It tasted wonderful. Not as sweet as you, my love, but it was another man’s, so I could enjoy the sweet taste of illicitness, danger.”
“Thought I tasted something strange on your lips when you kissed me.”
“Really sorry about that. I was so pissed off at Lisa that I forgot.” Then I remembered my anger and aggression and felt the arousal rise again. “Did you find Lisa’s display sexy?”
“Of course I fucking did!”
“Yes, it got you really fucking hard. Rigid. Harder than it is now, even. I felt it.”
“Yes. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. It was glorious knowing a young, skinny, perfect-breasted woman had got you all worked up, but knowing it was me you were going to shag tonight.”
“I get that. I feel the same. Not too happy about you kissing me straight after another man had come in your mouth. Did you find it sexy?”
“What?” The question was a bit of a surprise.
“Lisa’s little display.”
“Well. Maybe. A bit.”
“Thought so. But knowing you resisted the temptation to shag someone else so you could shag me is such a fucking turn on.”
I reached for his dick again. “Yes, I can tell. Talking of which…” I pulled the covers down again and pushed his head. He, too, knew what I wanted. He kissed my nipple as I rolled on my back and he caressed the other with his hand. Both of them sprung back to sharp, hard points. Knowing this was being watched took me back to the car park. My arousal required little work. Sensible Jay tried to pull the covers back over. Trickster Sandra pushed them back down.
“What if he wakes up?” Jay, whisper sounded nervous.
“He’s well away,” I lied. “And so what?” Jay had no answer, but slid down under the covers to his goal. The covers slid further down without him noticing; I wonder how that happened? Once his tongue touched my clit, the blankets flicked over, leaving the sheet in place; Jay didn’t notice. As he sucked, the sheet followed, exposing the action to Bennie’s sneaky eyes. My modesty almost pulled them back up, but my inner Loki beat it into submission. Serves him right for pretending to be asleep! I felt a twinge of embarrassment at this outrageous behaviour, but it soon morphed into concupiscence.
I didn’t know what Bennie’s line of sight was like; consciously, I wanted to close our display down. While these thoughts wandered around my brain, my leg lifted and my foot came to rest on Jay’s shoulder. “Mm. That’s new, Jay whispered.”
“Yes, it is.” Shivers played up and down my skin and penetrated to my muscles, which trembled with the thought that we were being watched; not through binoculars; not through a car windscreen; but from the same room. I wanted to put a stop to this obscenity, but my encroaching orgasm, just seconds away, took control. All thoughts of modesty and decency packed their bags and flew through the window as I desperately wanted Jay inside me. I had desperately wanted Larry’s cock earlier but had resisted so I could have this moment. Sitting up, I scooted back up the bed, to recline on the pillows, after adding Jay’s two to the pile. Jay remained where he was, leaving me exposed. I resisted the urge to flex my sex muscles, knowing that would tip me over the precipice. Jay looked up, and I gestured for him to slide up to me. As Jay slid all the way up, I slid my feet up with him, lifting my knees and spreading them, the one pointing into the room lying almost horizontal and over the edge of the bed. Jay’s expert cock slid into me in one slick movement and my fire burned around it, arouse from the unusual pressure inside me that the angle provided. Bennie made no pretence of being asleep now and stared straight at the action. I tried to stop myself from sliding sideways off the pillow, but gravity had its way, opening up the display to our audience. I tried to lift my knee back to bring some pretence of decency to the proceedings, but the rest of my body protested.
With just a few quick thrusts, Jay had tipped me over into another orgasm. My arms wrapped around his back, fingers digging into his shoulders, and my legs clamped around his waist, probably making the display worse, or better, depending on the viewpoint. Again, I stifled the noise with one hand while the other clawed at Jay’s flesh.
Knowing I’d come, but he hadn’t yet, Jay slowed down and twitched inside me to arouse me again, a trick I taught him not so long before. It was more the persistent fantasy of being watched that did the trick, and I soon got near the peak again.
“You just take your pleasure, my darling.” There was movement under Bennie’s blankets – the unmistakable movement of a hand on dick. I closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t stain our blanket, while a part of me imagined that I was doing it for him; wishing I was doing it for him. Jay’s breathing became laboured along with mine. “Don’t hold back. Let go. I saved this for you. I had to make Larry lick me out, so I didn’t fuck him.”
That did the trick. For the next few seconds, Jay rammed me like some kind of wild animal, while I imagined I was still giving Larry head at the same time. Bennie’s eyes were wide now, and he knew I could see him watching. He stopped wanking. Jay’s torso stiffened, and he rammed hard, filling my cavern with his warm, sticky love, as Larry had filled my mouth. He kept ramming as I was getting close. He gave one last thrust and emptied himself dry. But I hadn’t made it to the train. Knowing this, Jay pumped in and out again, his juices leaking from our union onto my bum, just as Larry’s had leaked from my mouth onto my chin. I wondered if Bennie felt disgusted or excited? Jay’s love for me often made him continue until I was satisfied, even after he was spent. I wasn’t getting there.
“Darling, it’s okay. I’m all orgasmed out. You have satisfied me more than ever. And you’ve been so loving over Larry. Please never tell him that you know.
“Promise!”
I kissed his head and announced, “I need another piss.” I let my legs unlock from Jay and slid the free one to the floor. Jay rolled off, exposing my dripping entrance to our houseguest. I felt disturbed by this, almost embarrassed. Was this view off-putting? He had not resumed his self-play time. As I sat up and swung my other leg over, I picked up my dressing gown and wiped Jay from me as best I could. Standing, I dropped the dressing gown on the floor, well it was all sticky now, and paraded out into the late-night hallway, nude, with small amounts of Jay oozing from me. I’d made two men come tonight, one in my mouth, one in my cunt. I felt liberated, powerful, sexy, and I strutted up the stairs to the bathroom, even though my legs still quivered like jelly and my brain spun. I even left the bathroom door open wide while pissing. But nobody came. I felt my hand drift down to my sticky tuppence. Fucking hell girl, I admonished myself, can you never be satisfied?
***
Strutting back down the stairs, exposed to anyone who might leave their rooms, not that elegant when you have to keep hold of the bannister with two hands, I re-entered the bedsit. Jay had remade our messy bed, but I did not hurry into it. I sat on the edge and watched the young man pretending to be asleep. His jeans were in a heap near his feet and I wondered when he’d shuffled out of them. He was deathly still, lying on his back, head tilted towards the room and what was obviously a hard-on tenting the blankets. Arousal stirred my loins as I contemplated young Bennie’s erection growing from the sight of me being fucked. My knees drifted from each other as I observed, making room for my swelling labia. If a man has a hard-on, I wondered, what would mine be called? Soft-on?
As Bennie turned onto his side, I wiped myself again with the dressing gown. My knees remained wide as I dropped it to the floor and I repeated my maximum exposure slide back into bed. I turned to cuddle Jay, hand back to his cock, which rose to life at my touch. Such a stud!
“You know he watched every move of you prancing around naked.” I glanced back at Bennie. There was a stroking movement under his blankets again, which froze. My fantasy about Bennie’s virgin cock popped back into my brain, so I turned back to Jay.
“I know.” There was pride in my voice and an erection in my hand.
“Sexy!”
“Not half. Tell you what else. I think he saw us fucking.” I knew he did.
“I’m sure he did, and I know you knew. Do you think he wanked over it?”
No, he keeps stopping, I thought. I didn’t say that. What I actually said was, “I hope he didn’t stain the blankets.” I giggle at the thought.
“I need another piss, anyway. I may be awhile till this thing droops.”
“Take you time.” I gave him another stroke, manipulating his cock to flag pole stiffness, knowing how difficult he found it to piss with anything but a limp appendage. “Enjoy getting that down.”
Not to be unbeaten, Jay also left the room without clothes, a rigid pole leading him out. I turned back to look at our guest. Again, the movement under the blankets stopped. It felt cruel making him stop, though he didn’t have to. I wanted to end his frustration. My legs embarked on their own journey again, one sliding off the bed and my arm slid back the covers. Bennie’s eyes were cracked open just enough for him to believe I couldn’t see them. I knew he was watching my well-fucked fanny, which was swelling again, anticipating an action that was only in my head.
My other leg slid from the bed.
What the fuck are you doing, San? I took a grip of myself and slid my legs back into bed, pulling the covers back and turning on my side, facing the horny teenager whose face was about eight feet away. The bedding quelled the chill on my skin, but not the arousal that my fingers explored without my consent. I could feel my leg rising to push the covers back off; it succeeded, exposing my fingers’ activities; while my foot rested back on the bed, my knee remained almost upright. Ripples scurried across my skin and I looked across at Bennie’s slits of eyelids. I swapped hands so I could reach the covers to pull them back, but my will was not strong. Tension was building again, as my orgasm hurtled towards the station. Was this my fourth? My fifth? My lower leg began to slide from the bed again. I ordered it back as my fingers brought me my release and I buried my face in the pillow to moan through the climax. I came and went just before I heard the flush of a distant toilet.
The fatigue as Jay touched the bed was palpable. He almost tumbled and flopped into the bed. I had just pulled the covers across and was on my back before the door had opened. I turned towards him.
“You were bloody quick.”
“I thought I took ages.” His voice was devoid of any enthusiasm or energy. “I had to stand there watching it cranking down.”
I reached for his damp dick, but he grabbed my hand. “No more. That naked dash was arousing, but I’m shattered. How can you still be rearing to go?”
“I’m not. I just wanted to be nice.”
“I need sleep. Sleep come here.” He kissed my forehead and turned over, back towards me.
“Me too.” I said, turning away, I interrupted Bennie’s pleasures again. Poor kid. Well, I’ll be asleep soon, I thought, you can wank to your cock’s content.
I lay awaiting sleep, listening to Jay’s breathing become sonorous. Though he never snored, I knew when Jay was asleep from his breath sounds. The sound comforted and relaxed my mind but did not bring sweet sleep. The evening’s events replayed in my still alert brain, beginning with arriving back from our flat hunting. Of course! I’d had a couple of hours’ sleep earlier.
Each part played in quick succession: my steadily increasing state of inebriation from the alcohol and euphoria of pot; kissing Larry; challenging Lisa; watching Jay flirt with Suzie; teasing Bennie. I glanced at Bennie as he moved under the blankets. Larry’s pissing cock came to mind; how it tasted in my mouth; how his mouth had felt on my sex; Lisa and her strip-not-tease; shagging while Bennie pretended not to watch.
Benny’s hand moved under the covers back to the tent pole, assuming we were now both asleep, and I realised I was back to my aroused state. Jesus, will this night never stop exciting me? Bennie’s hand slid up and down his hidden cock and my hand slip between my legs. I stirred and Bennie’s body became rigid again, terrified of being caught. So cruel. I wondered how many times I was going to do that. I ceased my ministration, closed my eyes – almost – and began to breathe more audibly. His hand movement restarted. My mind drifted back to my fantasy of earlier and I pictured myself giving him a hand, imagining how his rigidness might feel.
I allowed him a few seconds of pleasure before a mumbled and he stopped again. I repeated the charade, waiting for him to get back into rhythm, getting wetter as I thought about what he was doing; what I could be doing. My leg slid from the bed, Benny froze again and before I realised, my foot was on the floor. Whatever was my body trying to do?
I twisted as gently as I could to see Jay, still breathing softly in his sleep. As my body rolled back, my other leg slid from the bedding that my arm was sliding away from me. Inch by inch, I cranked myself up and craned to look at Jay again.
What the hell are you doing? Just pretend you’re going to the toilet again, I told myself. But then felt Bennie’s eyes staring between my open knees. My feet parted and my legs pushed me upright as my fantasy circuits flashed images all over my brain, letting me imagine what that unseen cock looked like. The owner of that cock had locked eyes on my crotch as I stood there feeling aroused, embarrassed, mischievous, and willing.
First casting another look back to my sleeping lover, I took those few steps across to the wide eyed and eager Benny, whom I had met for the first time just days before, stopping in front of his penetrating eyes. As he looked up at my exposed Yoni, I looked down at his innocent face while enjoying the arousal of his burning stare.
I knelt; his eyes followed my glistening femininity; mine looked into his rabbit eyes.
I leaned in and whispered. “It’s okay to be aroused, to watch naked women, to watch people fucking, to masturbate.” My hand crept under the covers. It was not difficult to find the young man’s penis since he still had his unmoving hand around it. I eased his hand out of the way and curled my fingers around his stiffness with ease. Those shivers came again as I imagined what this slender and not massive lingam looked like. The temptation was too powerful for my weak mind to resist and my two hands lifted the covers, giving me my first sight of his elegant, but inexperienced dick that seemed to have grown out of a dense, dark undergrowth of pubic hair. Seeing a penis that few, if any, women had seen erect made me shiver with excitement again. Another one to add to my memory collection.
Bennie fought to pull the cover from my hands, trying to hide his embarrassment. I fought to keep looking at this new cock that had not yet grown into its foreskin, though it did so as I massaged it to full rigidity. With only one hand holding the blankets, I lost the fight, and they covered him again.
“That’s not fair,” I whispered to him. “You’ve seen everything I’ve got.” Defiantly, I lifted the covers again and folded them back; he didn’t fight it.
Finding his hardness again, I examined the specimen. Even at almost full stiffness, there was a fair bit of foreskin at the top. A drop of his lubricant had forced its way to freedom and glistened in the low light. “Relax, enjoy life, enjoy love, enjoy sex, enjoy this woman’s hand,” I said as I leaned across to land a kiss on his eager lips. He was already bucking and tried to reach down to touch my crotch. I knelt upright so he could reach, gaining a better view of his member and resisting the temptation to lean over and suck it. He didn’t have a clue what he was doing, but it was enjoyable having a third man fumble with my fanny in the same night. It was a valuable and, I hoped, enjoyable experience for him as well.
As I responded to the clumsy touch, a little more of Jay forced its way out of me onto Bennie’s fingers. While he fumbled, I rolled his erection around in my hand, watching as it became even harder. Pulling his foreskin back and forth, leaving the tip of his glans bare, I slid my hand over the top and circled around the head, spreading his pre-cum over his delicate boyhood. Back to rolling his penis in my hand, I felt it twitch under my touch.
Bennie threw his head back, giving up on my pleasure, and panted as his hips bucked towards me. Knowing how close he was, I covered his tip with my hand and kneaded his half-covered glans. He jerked, his manhood twitching as his warm, fresh, youthful semen oozed into my hand, covering my palm with his sticky mess. He twitched again and more oozed. My hand pumped until he slumped back down, spent. I wiped my hand down his thighs, and he winced. “What?” I whispered. “It is all yours. Get used to it. How do you think we girls feel?” I finished wiping as best I could while observing his sticky dick’s lazy decline and I cleaned it with my hand again; a temptation popped into my brain to lean over and lick it clean but I figured that would be too much for this virgin to take. At least the blankets remained unstained. “Was that nice?”
He nodded his enthusiasm. “Yes. It was.”
“Remember this. That was a one off. Never to happen again. So never expect a replay.” He nodded again.
I brought myself up on shaking legs and stood, hands on hips, legs spread wide, still oozing fanny above eye level.
“Last look.” I looked down at his grinning face, which stared up at the only place it could. I leaned over and kissed him again; a longer affectionate kiss, which I broke off when I felt his tongue on my lips. Holding his head, I brought my mouth to his ear. “Remember. One off. Never repeated. I am not your first love.”
I returned to the bed, proud at the three separate ejaculations in one night, and realised that Jay had turned in his sleep. I stood by the bed, staring at Benne and ensuring he got one last look before sliding in next to Jay and snuggling my bum into him.
“Mm,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arm around me. He reached down, and my fanny welcomed his sleepy touch. I was already burning down there and I reached back to find his cock, still damp with a residual mix of semen and urine. He grabbed my hand, turned my palm over, and wiped it on my thigh before guiding it back to his rigid cock. Shit! I thought. We still brought each other off again while our guest watched, by which time I’d lost count of my climaxes. Of course, I managed to pull the covers away just enough to be naughty, and I know Jay noticed.