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 Your boyfriend's good buddy flew in from out of town, and was staying
overnight.  You had gotten some playing time in earlier, when they were out
running around together, but now they were back, and both had been
drinking. You sat on the couch with your man as they both talked of old
times, laughing.  You were bored, but had a smile on your face, and made a
funny comment hear and there as the two men reminisced about the good old
days.  You got up to go get more beer, and brought back 3 more bottles.  As
you handed one to Richard, he smiled up at you, and you smiled back, then
you sat next to your boyfriend, leg pressing against his, and he gratefully
took a bottle from you.  You could sense he was approaching the 'too drunk
to fuck' stage, and you were getting a little pissed at that.  You hadn't
had his cock inside you for a whole week, and are a little edgy about that.
Hell, you looked forward to screaming in the bedroom as you came and
letting Richard hear you, that was a turn-on.  And maybe you could get your
boyfriend off hard enough that Richard would hear him moan too, through the
guest bedroom wall.  You liked the idea of that challenge.

   As you all drank your final beer of the night, you stroked your
boyfriend's bare thigh, you liked it when he wore shorts.  You were looking
at richard and smiling while doing this, and he was looking at you; you
could see the wheels turning in his mind, fogged with alcohol; as you drank
from your bottle, lips puckered around the neck of the glass, you kept your
eyes on him, and to your satisfaction you noticed him developing an
erection as you stroked your man's thigh.  You felt the wetness start
inside you, and had a good buzz on, enjoying the heck out of Richard's
reaction, when your man picked up your hand and moved it off his thigh. 
You were disappointed, but expected nothing less, actually.  Regretfully,
your torrid fantasy of a three-way, with two men ejaculating their warm
loads of semen all over your breasts and stomach as you masturbated
yourself to orgasm, slid into the background of your mind.

   Your boyfriend got up to use the bathroom.  You sat there on the couch,
smiling at Richard, who smiled back.  You told him it was good to see him
again, and, rather inanely, he told you it was good to see you too, as you
spread your thighs, and you noticed his eyes staring at the crotch of your
shorts, and you really liked this, your nipples were poking against the
fabric of your tank-top; you'd think about Richard tonight when you got
yourself off next to your snoring man, because you knew he was going to be
out like a light with all the beer in him.  You pondered trying to suck him
off as he was passed out as you looked at Richard's erection pressing
against his shorts.  Hmmm, you thought, looks like more than a mouthful
over there.

   Your boyfriend staggers back from the toilet, and he says he's fucked-up
drunk and is hitting the hay; you and Richard stand up, and Richard smiles
at you once more as you wrap your arms around your man and wink at Richard,
then move off to the bedroom with him.  Once the door is closed, you turn
to your man, he is sitting on the bed taking his shoes off, and you kneel
between his legs, leaning forward playfully, kissing his cock through his
shorts.  'Christine, no' he said drunkenly, 'Richard might hear!' as he
layed down after pulling his shirt off; he layed there in his shorts,
looking semi-comatose already, and you turn the light out and curl up next
to him, cuddling, as you slip your hand inside his shorts, grabbing his
cock, hoping for a positive reaction; but he drunkenly grabs your arm,
pulling your hand out of his pants, and, as you lay your head against his
chest, starts snoring softly.

   You are not happy.  At least he could have took a handjob from you!  You
could have fingered your pussy as you pumped your man's cock, and timed it
just right so that when you came, he came, you imagine watching his cum
spray into the air as you orgasm, now that is mutual, baby!  You stay
curled up against him, then realize the beer is running through you, and
you pad silently out into the bathroom, peeing, thinking you'd have to get
yourself off alone now.  Fuck it, you think, I'll yell out loud when I cum
so Richard can hear!

   As you walk back into the living room, you are startled to see Richard
still sitting on the couch, finishing his beer as he watched the
television. You say hello to him and he lookes up, smiling brightly, and
says "Hi, Christine!" in such an excited tone that you almost laugh, what a
dear man he is, and you went and sat on the couch next to him, looking at
the late news, but your pussy was getting wet just thinking about being
this close to another man's willing erection; yes, his was stirring again,
you noticed with a glance, and as you made small talk, talking about how
your man was shit-faced, how it was good to see him again, you suddenly
without warning found yourself in his arms, his tongue slipping in your
mouth as you gave a little moan and felt his erection through his shorts.
Your mind was swimming, heart beating fast, you can't believe this is
happening, it is as wrong as you can get but there is no way in hell you
are stopping until Richard cums, and you know how you want to make him cum
as you break away from him suddenly, standing up, and you look down at him,
sitting on the couch, amazement on his face as you pull your tank-top off
and undo your bra.  You see Richard's eyes locked upon your heavy breasts,
your hard nipples standing out as you toss your head to the side, your long
hair flowing as you smile, lick the tips of both index fingers, and then
rub your hard nipples with them, as pleasure runs through your body like an
electric current and Richard says "fuck" watching you play with your
nipples, he leans forward to pull your shorts down but you say "No,
Richard, my pussy is my boyfriend's, but tonight you can have my mouth," as
you kneel between his legs and lean forward, rubbing your full breasts over
his thighs.  You like how your nipples tingle as you run them over his
hairy legs, and your pussy is leaking now.

   As you unfasten Richard's shorts, you are thinking 'I can't believe I'm
doing this, we could get caught, it would ruin everything', that thought
just makes you hornier, the alcohol adding its buzz to your lustful
feelings as you slide Richard's shorts and boxers down at the same time,
sliding them quickly off his legs.  His cock stands half-erect; it is
large, the head is rounder, larger than your man's, and the shaft curves
upwards more, you can't help taking notes, because it's been years since
you studied an erection not your man's, and it was very exciting indeed. 
You take it in your hand and Richard gives a low moan as he runs his hand
through your long luxurious hair, he tells you that he always wanted you
but was afraid to come on to you, you think 'whatever' as you move your
fist slowly up and down on his long shaft, feeling his cock grow,
straining, in your hand; you are fascinated as you feel your panties get
wet, and you squeeze him tightly right below the head of his cock, and you
are rewarded with a dribble of clear fluid escaping the little opening at
the tip of his swollen round cockhead.

   You can't let that go to waste, so you lean in and lick the fluid off
his cockhead; Richard's whole body jerks at the contact of your warm wet
tongue.  You smile up at him innocently, his large cock in your tight fist,
as you rub his cockhead against your chin in small circles; his chest is
heaving, his eyes are locked upon yours, you giggle at his obvious
enjoyment, then rub the head of his hard prick against your lips, feeling
the new fluid leak out of him in his excitement; you smear it on your lips
just like it was lip gloss.  You lick your lips and taste him, you think he
is saltier than your man, stickier too, as you kiss the head of his cock as
you alternately squeeze and release his shaft just under his cockhead; you
can tell this is driving him crazy, he asks you to pump his cock, please
Christine, but you smile your sweet smile, lower lip pressed against his
round red cockhead, and say "No Richard, I'm going to do you like this,"
and you keep on squeezing his thick shaft hard, then releasing, squeezing
again, on and on.  Clear fluid dribbles out of him in a constant trickle
now, you lick it up, Richard begs you to suck his cock, he can't stand
this, and you look up into his eyes and say "Richard, be a good boy, and
I'll let you cum on my face," which made him shut up, staring drunkenly at
you, his back arched, thighs trembling as you continued squeezing him hard
and releasing, all the while lapping your wet tongue against his leaking
cockhead as you stare up into his eyes.

   Richard starts moaning constantly, his body twisting, you know your
squeezing and releasing, along with your tongue licking his cockhead, is
driving him insane with lust.  You swirl your tongue around the top of his
cockhead, earning you a fresh dribble of his fluid as he moans louder and
says "You fucking tease, I'm going to cum all over your face" as Richard
stands up suddenly, wobbling a bit, as he grabs your head in both of his
hands and then his body tenses as he grunts deeply as his first spurt
explodes forcefully against your lips, half of his sticky thick cum is in
your mouth, the other half of the forceful spurt is splattered over your
lips and chin, and before you can react his second spurt gushes out of him,
and you involuntarily shut your eyes as this spurt leaves a thick trail
across your nose, up the corner of your right eye, and onto your forehead
as Richard watches your face as he gives a great inarticulate groan of
sweet release and watches his third spurt splash against your left cheek;
you moan loudly as you cum, your body releasing, pure pleasure washes over
you as this man gets off watching his cum spray over your face.  You angle
his jerking, pusling cock so his fourth spurt coats your right cheek as you
look up at his face, seeing his eyes watch you as you cum, and Richard says
"Fuck, youre cumming too" as his fifth spurt is less forceful, gushing out
against your lips once more as you feel his thick cum drip off your chin, a
string of it landing between your breasts as you fasten your lips over his
cockhead and swallow his sixth and seventh spurts as you suck him hard, his
body shaking as he groans.

   He stands there for a minute after his orgasm, looking down at your
cum-streaked face as you lick his cock clean; he strokes your hair with a
trembling hand, wincing in pleasure as you lick his sensitive cockhead. 
You smile up at him, his cum sliding down your face slowly, drops dripping
onto your breasts, and he collapses back onto the couch, utterly spent. 
You ruffle his hair as you walk by him and go back into your bedroom,
curling up next to your man, thinking if he asks you anything, you'll say
silly boy, you came on my face and dont remember?