Close Circle of Friends
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Bisexual (F/F/M/M), Bondage (light), Swapping, Group
Darkness -- Groggy -- Pounding
Those were only some of the sensations Fred was suffering. He lay on his back in the dark, groaning almost inaudibly from the pounding. Yes, the pounding in his head was the most severe sensation. It wouldn't stop and seemed to coincide with his pulse. His heart would pump blood through his body and -- bam! -- another thud reverberated inside his skull.
"Uhhggghh," Fred groaned louder.
But even his own moaning sounded amplified as his head continued to throb. He decided to suffer silently... to let nature take its course and relieve the ache in his head. Maybe if he rubbed his temple it would help. That's what Fred thought. Although it took enormous effort to conjure the energy to move, Fred brought his hand to his head. Well, his woozy mind told him that's what he was doing, but to Fred it seemed like an eternity for his hand to get there. He couldn't fathom why he wasn't massaging his forehead.
And then Fred became a little more alert. He tugged his arm and felt something snuggly around his wrist. He pulled as hard as he could to no avail. Then he tried his other arm with the same result. Fred was confused. What was going on? Out of frustration he tried to kick like a child. Not even caring if it would be the air, he just wanted to kick something. But he discovered his legs met the same fate as his arms.
Fred was more awake now and tried to see into the darkness. He felt his eyelashes touch something and realized his eyelids were closed and he couldn't open them. Something was covering his eyes. Using every sensory nerve in his body, Fred slowly moved his head and felt something along the sides of his face -- a blindfold of some sort. It could have been a scarf or something else made of material. Fred even felt the knot where it was tied.
Fred began to panic. He used his senses to feel what he could not see. He cautiously pulled on his arms one at a time and realized they were straight out as if he was crucified. Then he tested his legs which were straight and pulled apart forming a "V". Fred shifted as best he could and felt softness under him. Was he tied to a bed on his back?
Fear overshadowed the pounding in his head and beads of perspiration formed on his brow. Fred tried to remember what had happened. Slowly, some of it came back. Fred had been at a party. It was one of those college parties that someone had invited someone who had invited someone else who had invited yet another person. Fred was on the bottom of one of those chains and hadn't even known who was throwing the party. He just went for the fun, the girls, and the drinking. And there were plenty of girls and alcohol. Fred began with beer, but moved on to harder liquor. He remembered dancing a lot and even making out. Trying to remember which girl he had made out with, Fred remembered it was more than one. That had been a new experience for the college freshman.
Fred remembered making out with a girl and then she got up and left. The first time it happened Fred was stunned, but not as much as when a new girl plopped down next to him and took off where the first girl had stopped. Fred remembered kissing several girls, and feeling their breasts too. He felt his cock stiffen remembering that some of them had rubbed his crotch and he had gotten a hand between the legs of more than one girl. He tried to remember the faces of the girls, but he had had too much to drink and after a while it had been a blur. He hadn't known if they were blonde or brunette or what they looked like, he just began kissing them as soon as they sat next to him.
All of a sudden Fred's senses went into overdrive. As his cock stiffened he felt it slide along his thigh and slap onto his belly. There was nothing impeding it -- he was naked! Not only was he tied to a bed, but he was completely naked. Fred even wiggled his toes to test for the presence of socks, but he only found the freedom of bare feet. He tried to remember how he got where he was, but his mind was blank. He remembered making out, and then nothing.
"Hmmmm, looks like he's waking up."
Fred held his breath and cocked his head when he heard the girl's voice. He wasn't alone.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Fred anxiously asked.
"Maybe some of that."
"Some of what?"
"Your cock. I like the way it's growing."
Fred realized that, although he was in darkness, the room was not. A strange girl was staring at his naked body... at his hard cock. Fred had the urge to cover himself, but whatever was binding his wrists kept his hands at bay. The muscular college boy was helpless.
"Please untie me," Fred begged.
"Why, don't you want me to have some fun?" she asked in a little girl's voice.
"Who are you?"
"You mean, who are we?"
Fred frantically tugged at his bindings knowing he was being watched by multiple strangers. After the frustration of not getting free, his body went limp and he strained to hear any other noise that would identify who and how many others were in the room. But, although he heard the rustling of people, he was both literally and figuratively in the dark.
Fred flinched when he felt the cool breeze blowing on his cock. He didn't know whose mouth was close to his groin, and got embarrassed when his cock jerked at the sensation and then fell back down to his body, followed by giggling all around him.
"Yes, I want to play with this," the girl who had been speaking said after blowing on Fred's cock a second time.
Sandy's face was close to Fred's hard cock as she ran a fingernail along its underside and watched it twitch under her touch. She thought back to the night before when she first felt it through Fred's trousers. She had been attracted to him immediately. His dark, almost black, wavy hair shined like Superman's, and his muscular body would have made any superhero jealous. His nose was straight and his jaw square, but what had caught Sandy's attention was his blue eyes. She remembered being lost in them as she stared into his eyes just before their lips came together in a passionate kiss. He had been making out with several other girls, but as the host of the party they moved aside when she showed interest. And when her hand cupped his hard cock through his pants she knew she was going to fuck him. But her plans were foiled when he passed out while they kissed.
Sandy was in her mid-thirties and liked to hang around college kids. She was beautiful, but her very wealthy ex-husband traded her in for a younger model. The divorce settlement set Sandy up for life but, like her ex-husband, she desired firm young bodies. By throwing huge college parties, Sandy was able to get a young hunk into her bed. But Fred, the boy she had chosen to be "the one", had passed out and disappointed her.
Sandy continued stroking Fred's cock, enjoying the way it bounced under her fingertips. But she wanted more than to tease it so Sandy wrapped her fingers around the twitching cock and gently clasped it. Fred moaned at the contact and inadvertently jerked his hips. Sandy looked up at Fred's face and was saddened by not being able to see his blue eyes, but the blindfold was necessary. He had disappointed her the night before and today she was going to use him as her toy.
Sandy's gaze returned to the cock in her fist. She squeezed it gently, studying the spongy head as it compacted within her fingers. When she moved her hand downward a little, the little piss-slit opened. Sandy licked her lips knowing she'd be drinking the college boy's spunk out of that hole.
Sandy looked around the room at the people waiting to see what she did next. They were her closest friends, her circle of friends, not the strangers who attended her lavish parties. Returning her attention to the cock in her fist, Sandy leaned forward and let saliva spill over her bottom lip, forming a string of spit that culminated in a puddle between her thumb and forefinger. She opened her fist and re-gripped the hard cock so that the middle of her palm surrounded its head. Sandy slid her fist down the cock, dragging her saliva with it. Fred moaned as her hand moved up and down.
"I shouldn't be making you feel good," Sandy said to the blindfolded college boy, "after what you did to me last night."
Fred panicked. What had he done to the girl who held his most vulnerable anatomy in her fist? Was she angry? Was she going to get even for something he had done? He tried to remember if he had offended any of the girls at the party, but he couldn't remember doing so. But he had been drunk. What if he did do something to her? Maybe that's what this was all about.
"Please, I'm sorry if I... if I did something that... that... I... please, I don't remember what I did."
"Hmmmph, now I'm really pissed," Sandy said in feigned anger, all the while smiling at her friends.
"Oh god no!" Fred shouted when he felt her fist tighten around his cock. "Oh please, I'll make it up to you. Whatever I did, I promise not to do it again. Please, I'm sorry."
Fred sighed in relief when the hand released his cock. Part of him missed the feeling of the soft hand stroking his dick, but his fear of what the girl might do overshadowed that. However, he was still helplessly bound and the girl who was mad at him was still in the room.
"So you'll do what you told me you were going to do last night?" Sandy asked.
"Yes, of course. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Sandy leaned close to Fred's ear and whispered, "You better do it right."
Fred nodded his head in concurrence. He felt the mattress shifting as Sandy straddled his head. The first thing Fred noticed was the smell of pussy. He was blind and confused, trying to understand what was happening. And then he felt skin on his lips. Fred thought it was Sandy's mouth and extended his tongue in anticipation of a French-kiss, but instantly withdrew it when he realized it was something else. Sandy, now impatient, rubbed her pussy on Fred's closed lips.
Once the initial shock wore off, Fred began licking Sandy's pussy. He noticed it was freshly shaven without a trace of stubble. He kept trying to move his arms to grab her and hold her in place, but all he felt were the ties restraining him. Fred liked to be in control while having sex, but this way he was not.
Sandy moved on Fred's face. She was on her knees, leaning forward and resting on her hands. Sometimes she'd move forwards and backwards, sometimes up and down, while at other times she'd just rest her pussy on his mouth and let his tongue do the work. Sandy smiled at her friends, noticing their own hands were not idle. They were jerking off cocks, fingering pussies, and squeezing breasts. At least that's what Sandy was able to see, but she knew some fingers had found their way into assholes as well.
Meanwhile, Fred lay stretched out on his back using his tongue as best he could. He was licking the girl blind, hoping his tongue found the right target. Occasionally she'd stop moving and he'd snake his tongue inside her hole, but almost as soon as he began tongue-fucking her she'd move again, breaking the contact.
Suddenly, Fred felt a warm mouth engulf his cock. His hips jerked up, raising his ass off the mattress.
"Oh yeah, suck me," Fred said, pulling his tongue out of Sandy's cunt.
"Do you like that?" Sandy asked.
Fred hesitated. Either the girl was a ventriloquist or someone else's mouth was sucking him because it didn't stop when the girl spoke. Sandy impatiently rubbed her pussy on Fred's mouth so he resumed his licking. He did it with more gusto now since an expert cock sucker was bringing him close to orgasm.
Sandy smiled at her friend lying between Fred's legs. Jack was a happily married man who happened to like sucking macho boys' dicks. She wondered what the college boy would say if he knew a man in his fifties was sucking his cock. If Fred's tongue on her pussy was any indication, he really liked it. But what if he knew it was a man sucking his dick?
Jack's wife came to the side of the bed and watched him blow the boy. Heather was 40 years old but already had several plastic surgeries to keep her looking in her early 30's. She yanked Fred's cock from her husband's mouth and stuffed it into her own. With her playful eyes looking at her husband, Heather slurped on the cock. But she saw the longing in her husband's face so she removed the cock and gave him a passionate kiss, then pressed Fred's dick against Jack's lips. He smiled his appreciation and willingly opened his mouth, letting his wife feed him the boy's dick.
In Heather's position -- bent over with her forearms on the bed -- her butt was raised. It was too much for another of Sandy's friends to ignore. Phil, a young man in his mid-twenties, got behind Heather and guided his cock into her pussy from behind. She let out a slight gasp, but never took her eyes off her husband's. They continued to watch each other while Jack sucked a college boy's cock and Heather got fucked by another young stud.
Fred was enjoying the blowjob immensely, and was disappointed when his cock briefly was removed from the sucking mouth. And then he was shocked when he felt his cock being pulled to the side only to be engulfed by a different mouth. The fact that he was now being sucked by yet another person turned him on, but he missed the first mouth -- it was better. Then they seemed to switch again which pleased Fred. If anything, the mouth on his cock now was sucking him harder. It was too much for the horny college boy and he soon began filling Jack's mouth with sperm.
When Jack pulled off Fred's cock he turned to his wife who eagerly pressed her lips to his. They French-kissed passionately, swirling the college boy's sperm over their tongues, swallowing only when nature required it.
Misty, a girl who attended the same college as Fred and was a regular at Sandy's parties, tugged on Jack's arm until he moved aside. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Fred, sitting on his cock before it had a chance to soften. Misty was already wet because one of the other girls had been fingering her while watching the lewd exhibition.
Fred let out a muffled moan when his cock slid into the warm, wet pussy. At first he wondered if it was the same person who had sucked him off, but almost immediately stopped thinking about that. His whole body was consumed with the feeling of a hot cunt sliding up and down his dick.
Sandy watched her young friend fuck the boy. She longed for his cock to be inside her, just as she had wanted his cock in her mouth when Jack sucked him off, but had learned to share with her friends. After all, it was exciting to watch it happen while Fred licked her pussy. Speaking of which, Fred became lax in his cunt-lapping when Misty began fucking him so Sandy impatiently rubbed her pussy on his face. Fred understood and once again used his tongue on the juicy pussy.
Sandy felt her orgasm approaching and moved back and forth on Fred's mouth. He located her clit and licked it, bringing on Sandy's climax. She moaned out loud as her body shuddered, and then smashed her climaxing pussy onto Fred's face so hard he couldn't breathe. But as soon as her orgasm subsided, Sandy lifted up and rolled off Fred's face.
Phil leaned forward onto Heather's back, held her tightly around the waist, and grunted as he filled her pussy with sperm. All the while she was kissing her husband. The feeling of hot sperm shooting into her pussy was all it took for Heather to climax. Meanwhile, Misty found it arousing for all the people around her to be climaxing and sped up her fucking. What she didn't count on was the recuperative power of the college boy's balls. Before she knew it, her intensive fucking brought Fred to another orgasm. When she felt his sperm fill her pussy Misty tried to climax with him, but his cock shrunk and slipped out.
"Bastard!" Misty muttered in frustration.
Sandy realized what had happened and pushed the college girl onto her back. She dove between Misty's legs and began licking her pussy, alternating between ramming her tongue into the sperm-filled hole and licking her clit.
Heather watched for a while and wished it was her cunt Sandy was licking. Then she had an idea. In a flash, Heather pulled away from Phil's cock, which was still inside her pussy, and climbed onto the bed, crawling over Fred's body until she was straddling his face. Then she lowered her freshly fucked pussy onto his mouth.
Fred, blindfolded and not understanding what was happening, felt a pussy on his lips. This one had hair so he knew it was a different girl than the one he had just eaten. He began using his tongue on it and found it very wet. Then his tongue withdrew back into his mouth when he tasted the unfamiliar substance. He assumed it was the girl who he had just fucked and it was his sperm he had tasted.
But Heather got impatient and rubbed her wet pussy all over his face. Then she leaned forward and took his soft, slimy dick into her mouth and began sucking. As Fred's cock stiffened, she just held it between her lips and waited. When Fred didn't eat her out, Heather pulled his cock from her mouth and rubbed her pussy on his face. Fred understood her meaning and wanted his cock back inside her mouth. He decided that if she could lick their combined juices off his cock he could do the same with her pussy. Fred began licking Heather's pussy not knowing it was Phil's sperm he was eating, not his own. Pleased, Heather once again began sucking Fred's cock. Her husband joined her, sliding his head along the mattress between Fred's spread legs and flicking his tongue on Fred's testicles.
Misty squirmed on the bed next to Fred while Sandy ate her. It seemed like such a long time ago that Misty had attended her first party at the oversexed older woman's house. But she soon learned to love wild sex and had become an active member of Sandy's close circle of friends. Now her mentor was furiously licking her pussy, eagerly digging out the tied up boy's sperm with her tongue and swallowing it. Misty had been no stranger to sex when she met Sandy, but would never have allowed a boy to cum in her mouth. And now she was as willing as Sandy to swallow sperm... and to have sex with multiple partners... and to have sex with strangers... and to have sex with women. That was the way it was with this group. They tried everything and shared everything, even their significant others.
There was fucking and sucking going on everywhere in the room. Fred heard the grunts and moans all around him, but that only fueled his arousal. He was in the middle of an orgy. Fred's only regret was that he couldn't see it happening. But in some way his lack of sight enhanced his other senses, such as his feeling, hearing, and smelling. Fred had never appreciated the sounds of sex before, but now it was like an aphrodisiac. He heard women squealing, men grunting, lips smacking, and bodies slapping against each other. He felt the mattress moving all around him and the stranger's lips around his cock. And he didn't know if the anonymous lips wrapped around and sliding up and down his cock belonged to a young pretty girl, or to an ugly one. He had no idea an older woman was sucking his cock while her husband licked his balls.
One by one the people in the room climaxed. After Fred shot his load into Heather's mouth she pressed her lips against her husband's and they shared the college boy's sperm. Fred lay panting on the bed, totally spent. Someone's leg was lying across his chest and he felt the side of a face on his thigh. His cock had gone soft.
After a while, Fred heard and felt people stirring. He flinched when something touched his face, but soon realized it was a wet washcloth. Someone was washing him as if he was an invalid in a hospital bed. The washcloth would leave his body, he'd hear water being wrung from it, and then it returned to another part of his body. His chest, arms, underarms, belly, and legs were gently scrubbed. And then the person, with the washcloth soaked in fresh warm water, cleaned his dick and balls, even reaching lower to the crack of his ass. Fred strained his body up off the mattress to allow that area to be washed. When the cleansing was complete, Fred was amazed at how refreshed he felt. He also knew he had another hard-on.
Fred felt soft lips touch his cock and then retreat when his dick sprung upwards. The giggling that followed sounded like a little girl's. Again Fred had to use his imagination to conjure up what the girl who had just kissed his cock looked like. He pictured a girl his age with her hair pulled back in a blonde ponytail.
Jane kept giggling while she watched the boy's cock twitch. She was fresh from her shower after being fucked hard by another of Sandy's close circle of friends. But Jane's hair wasn't blonde, nor was it in a ponytail. Her hair was jet black and short. It was the blackest black she could find in a dye. Her natural color had turned grey in her mid-40's, and now in her early 50's it was probably completely gray. Jane didn't really know since she kept dying the roots black as soon as they appeared. And when her pubic hairs began to turn gray, she immediately clipped them off and kept herself shaved.
Jane leaned close to the ear of the boy half her age and whispered, "Would you like me to suck it?"
"Yes, please," Fred answered softly to keep the conversation private.
"But if I do, will you cum in my mouth?" she said in a young girl's teasing voice making sure to blow hot breath on his ear as she whispered.
"No, I promise."
"Too bad. I guess I'll have to find someone else who will cum in my mouth."
"What? Oh, I thought..." Fred said flabbergasted, just a little bit louder than they'd been speaking.
"You thought what?"
"Well, I thought you didn't want me to... you know."
"No I don't. Tell me."
"To cum in your mouth."
"Why would you think that?"
"I don't know. It's just that no one ever let me before."
"Have you already forgotten that you already did?"
"I meant before today," Fred whispered sheepishly.
"So, would you like to cum in my mouth?"
"Yes, very much. What do you look like?"
"Does it matter?"
"Well, no... I guess not. I was just curious."
"I'll give you one more chance. If you tell me exactly what you want me to do then maybe I'll do it. But you have to ask me loudly so everyone else hears. Okay?"
Fred hesitated a moment and then replied, "Okay." Then he spoke loud, probably louder than he had intended. "Please suck my cock and let me cum in your mouth."
The chattering in the room stopped and Fred turned red. He knew that everyone had heard him beg for a blowjob from someone he didn't know. There was a splattering of laughter followed by whispers that he couldn't make out.
"Okay, since you asked so nicely," Jane said and moved into position.
The older woman wrapped her lips around the college freshman's cock and sucked like she was drinking from a straw. Her cheeks caved in and remained like that. The other men in the room knew from experience what Jane's unique technique felt like and was well aware that her tongue was flicking all over Fred's cock.
Fred tried humping his hips, trying to get the woman to move her mouth, but he was immobilized by the ropes. It wasn't that the strange blowjob didn't feel good; it's just that it was driving him crazy. He didn't want to be teased, but to be sucked hard. But the teasing continued for some time and Fred kept trying to jerk upwards.
"Please suck me," Fred begged, straining at his ties.
Jane pulled her mouth off Fred's dick and turned towards him saying, "You don't like the way I'm sucking your cock?"
"No, it's not that. It feels good, but..."
"But?"
"Please, I feel like I need to cum."
"Hmmm, I like to tease a lot first."
"Oh no, I can't stand it anymore. Please make me cum," Fred begged, his head moving from side to side like another person as blind as he was at that moment -- Ray Charles.
"Maybe someone else will do it better. Which was the best blowjob so far?"
Fred thought a moment and then said, "The first. The girl who did it first."
"The girl?"
"Um, yeah. The first one," Fred said, his hips still involuntarily humping.
"But the first one wasn't a girl."
Fred was confused. He needed to cum and the woman was talking nonsense. He said, "Please have her do it again."
"You want the person who sucked you off the first time to do it again?"
"Yes. For god's sake, yes!"
"Jack, he wants you to suck his cock," Jane said loudly, but never taking her eyes off Fred's blindfolded face.
"What? No wait!" Fred cried out. "What do you mean? Who are you talking to?"
"Jack was the first one to suck your cock. Didn't you know it was a man?"
"No! For god's sake, no! That's... that's... I'm not gay! Oh god, what's happening?"
"Okay, so you don't want Jack to suck your cock... right?" Jane said.
"Of course not. Oh-my-god, no!"
Jane put Fred's cock back into her mouth and repeated her teasing technique. Soon Fred's hips were humping, but she was experienced in what she was doing and the tied up boy stood no chance of getting the relief he wanted.
"Please suck me," Fred whined.
"I am," Jane said, momentarily taking Fred's cock from her mouth.
"No, please make me cum."
"I don't think I want to," she said after again removing his cock from her mouth. But this time she held it in her hand, gently stroking it. Not enough to bring on Fred's orgasm, but to keep his arousal high.
Fred was really straining against the ropes now. His body kept jerking and the part of his face not covered by the blindfold grimaced. He was trying desperately to cum, trying to fuck the hand holding his cock. But Jane wouldn't cooperate.
"Will someone please suck me?" Fred cried out.
"I will."
Fred heard the deep, masculine voice and stopped moving. Jack was standing next to the bed watching everything.
"Did you do it before?" Fred tentatively asked.
"Yes, and you came in my mouth," Jack said.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was delicious. I kissed my wife right after and we both enjoyed your sperm."
"You're married?"
"Sure, why?"
"I thought you were gay."
"Why, because I love sucking cock? I love eating pussy too. No, I'm not gay. Look, if you don't want me to I won't. But if you want the same blowjob I gave you earlier, well, all you have to do is ask."
Fred's mind was in a daze. So much was happening in such a short time and it didn't make any sense. He was confused and horny. The man was married so he wasn't gay. Therefore that wouldn't make Fred gay if he got a blowjob from him. After all, he already did it once. Someone's fingers were still stroking his cock. He didn't know if it was the girl or the man. All he knew was that it made him want to cum.
"Okay, do it," Fred said.
"That wasn't a very nice way to ask me to suck your cock," Jack said indignantly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. Please, you can suck my cock. I mean, please suck my cock."
"Okay, here goes," Jack said.
Fred felt a new set of fingers taking hold of his cock while the others moved away. It had been the woman who had been stroking him. But now a man was holding his cock. Fred automatically tried pulling back, but he had no way of moving away. He felt warm breath on his cock and cringed, and then felt lips surround his dick. Fred tried to make believe it was a woman sucking his cock, but he couldn't put out of his mind that it was a man.
And then Fred didn't care who was sucking him off. Once again he felt the pleasures of the greatest blowjob he had ever had. Unlike Jane, Jack was no tease. He loved the feel of a warm, hard cock inside his mouth and wanted to make it spurt. His skillful lips and tongue worked up and down the throbbing shaft until Fred groaned his pleasure. Each spurt of sperm was accompanied by a moan by Fred and a loud swallow by Jack.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Sandy screamed. "So, Fred, are you now gay?"
Fred let out an embarrassed laugh and said, "I may learn to like it."
"Hold on, young man, not before I get what you didn't give me last night," Sandy said.
Fred still didn't know what had happened the night before and felt a slight trepidation as if Sandy was threatening him. But before he could worry too much, Sandy straddled his hips and guided his wet, hard cock into her pussy. It sunk in all the way when she sat down.
"Oh god!" Fred yelled at the unexpected pleasure.
"So you like pussy too?" Sandy asked.
"God yes!"
"Good, then we didn't turn you gay."
Without waiting for an answer, Sandy slowly rose and lowered herself. Fred lay quiet, just experiencing the feeling of a warm, wet pussy sliding up and down his cock. Without being able to see, his entire focus was on how it felt. And the feeling was incredible.
Sandy leaned forward, pressing her clit on the base of Fred's cock and began a rocking motion. This caused his cock to slide in and out of her pussy as well as stimulate her engorged clit. Her face hovered over Fred's chest and she flicked her tongue over his nipple. Fred sighed at the new feeling. Sandy did it again and again, pausing only to switch from the right to the left one, and then back. She was getting close to climaxing so she smashed her pussy harder on each down movement. Capturing one of Fred's nipples between her lips she sucked on it, her tongue constantly making contact with it all the while. But she was ready to climax so Sandy straightened up and began fucking Fred in earnest. It wasn't much longer before she came, coating his cock with her juices.
"Please tell me what you look like," Fred begged when Sandy dismounted.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I just do. That was incredible. I want to know what you look like."
"Only my close circle of friends know what I look like when I'm naked."
"Who are they?"
"Most are in the room now."
"Oh," Fred said almost inaudibly. Then after a pause he said, "Can I be one of your friends?"
"Why, so you can see me naked?"
"No, because... well, I've never had so much fun and been so excited."
"Hmmm, and did you like when one of my male friends sucked your cock?"
This time the silence was longer, then Fred said, "I enjoyed that too."
"And would you suck his cock... or one of the other guys?" Fred didn't answer, but Sandy saw his cock twitching and smiled. "That excites you, doesn't it? You don't have to be embarrassed about it. All my friends are... how shall I put it... liberated."
"I guess I could try," Fred said timidly.
"Are you ready to try now?"
"Can I see him first?"
"Why, you haven't seen anyone else who you had sex with."
"Yeah, I guess. Okay, I'll try."
Sandy looked around at her close friends. All the men looked at her with interest, as if to say "pick me." She decided on Phil. He was closer to Fred's age and his cock wasn't too big. Also, he had just fucked Misty, bringing her to an orgasm but not reaching one himself. His cock would have the flavor of pussy.
When Sandy signaled for Phil to come over he almost tripped as he made a dash for the bed. Fred didn't understand the giggles in the room and thought people were laughing at him. But he remained silent, and anxious. Could he actually go through with it? He would never have thought he'd like a boy sucking him off, but he did. But this was different. It would be his mouth sucking a cock.
Fred felt the bed move and knew the man was climbing on it. His heart raced and he thought he was going to faint. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would do what he was about to do. He wondered what the man looked like, how old he was, and how big his dick was. "Oh-my-god," he thought, "I'm thinking about his cock."
Fred felt the man's naked knee bump into his shoulder and his entire body tensed. Sandy noticed his uneasiness and moved to his head, gently stroking his face.
"Don't be nervous," Sandy said. "Just enjoy it."
That small gesture and soft words somehow comforted the heterosexual college boy. He felt the man's body moving above him and then felt something gently touching his lips. It was soft and warm, and Fred knew it was the man's cock. Fred inhaled deeply, and recognized the familiar smell.
Sandy laughed. "He just fucked one of our friends," she explained. "I know you like the taste of pussy so why don't you lick it?"
Fred wanted to ask Sandy if the man had cum inside the girl, but knew if he opened his mouth the cock would slide in. So he kept his lips mostly closed, just allowing room for his tongue to snake out. It made contact with the man's cock instantly. Fred thought about it for a moment, rationalizing it was no different than licking any other part of the man's body. He could be licking his cheek or arm. After all, skin was skin. And what if he was to suck the man's finger? It's not something he craved, but what harm would there be in doing that? How different was the man's dick from his finger?
Once the aversion of licking a man's dick went away, Fred parted his lips. Phil wanted to ram his cock into the college boy's mouth, but remembered when he had been initiated into Sandy's circle of friends. He knew he needed to go slow. All he did was shift a little until the head of his cock was between the parted lips.
Fred felt it and closed his lips around the soft flesh. He was intrigued by the feel -- it was so soft and yet hard. Fred worked his lips around the cock, sucking it, then used his tongue. He raised his head a little, getting more of the cock into his mouth. Soon his head was moving back and forth, dragging his lips and tongue over the dick. Fred was enjoying it.
The room was filled with the slurping noises Fred was making, mixed in with Phil's moaning. Fred was giving Phil a first-rate blowjob. Fred was so into it he didn't notice the ropes binding his legs and arms being cut. He wasn't even conscious of Phil's hand on the back of his head pulling him, however, he automatically let himself be guided so that Phil was lying on his back with Fred on his knees over him. It was only then that Fred realized he had been freed.
But all that mattered to Fred was the cock in his mouth. He grabbed it with his now free hand and bobbed his head up and down. His own saliva leaked from his mouth after accumulating there. When he felt the slickness on the man's cock, Fred slid his hand up and down the shaft.
After Sandy had untied Fred she stood back and watched the action. She noticed that Fred didn't bother to remove the blindfold. And even though he was untied, he continued to suck Phil's cock -- if anything, with even more passion. She was pleased. Watching Phil's face she recognized the signs of an imminent orgasm. Sandy grabbed the scarf covering Fred's eyes and lifted it over his head. She saw his eyes flutter a few times, but he didn't stop sucking.
Fred glanced around the room at the naked people watching him. He saw people of all ages, but they were all good-looking and fit. He looked into the face of the woman closest to him still holding the scarf that had kept him blind. He knew immediately she was the leader and the one who had been talking to him. He smiled to her as best he could without taking the dick out of his mouth. Then he turned and looked up the body of the man whose cock he was sucking. Their eyes met and the man smiled warmly. Fred felt an affinity towards the man and wanted more than anything to bring him pleasure. He concentrated on using his lips and tongue to do that, and soon felt the man humping under him. Fred knew the man was about to climax and panicked. Sandy noticed it and leaned next to Fred's ear.
"You already tasted his semen," Sandy whispered so no one else could hear. "When Heather climbed on your face and you ate her out, she had just fucked Phil and he had cum inside her. So don't be afraid... you already tasted his cum."
Fred was shocked at what Sandy told him. He had thought he was eating his own sperm from the pussy, thinking she was the one who had fucked him. But now he knew the truth. He wondered if it was better not knowing. After all, when he got the blowjob from the man thinking it was a woman it was the best he had ever had. So maybe it was better not to see or know. But then he realized that was stupid. The blowjob was the same whether he saw who was doing it or not, and whether it was a woman or man. So the woman talking to him was right -- he had already tasted the man's sperm so what difference did it make if he did it again?
Fred had slowed down for a few moments while Sandy spoke to him and he thought about everything that was happening. Now that he made up his mind, Fred renewed his aggressive sucking of the man's cock, trying to bring him off. And Fred didn't have long to wait. Almost immediately, he felt the hot liquid splash into his mouth. Fred swallowed quickly, as blast after blast of sperm splattered against the roof of his mouth. And then the cock stopped firing. Fred continued to suck it for a while and then let it slip from between his lips. He watched the man's dick fall onto his thigh, glistening with Fred's saliva.
Sandy grabbed Fred and spun him around, pressing her lips to his and forcing her tongue into his mouth. While they passionately kissed, Fred felt hands all over his body giving him congratulatory slaps and loving caresses. He felt lips surround his cock and wondered if they belonged to a man or woman, then decided it didn't matter. Only when Sandy broke the kiss and backed away did Fred look down to see Misty sucking his cock.
Fred looked around and saw two women in a 69, and a few couples fucking. He looked over his shoulder and saw that a woman had mounted the man he had blown and was fucking him hard. The girl on her knees sucking his cock was his age and beautiful. He wondered if he had felt her lips around his cock before, and if he had tasted her and fucked her. Then he looked around the room and wondered which of the people he had sex with. It was all too much for him and soon he was grabbing the back of the girl's head as he came in her mouth.
After Fred had cum he pulled Misty to her feet and rammed his tongue into her mouth. His tongue slipped over his own fresh semen as he kissed the girl. Then he lifted her in his arms and placed her on her back on the bed. When he pushed her legs open he saw the white sperm leaking from her cunt. Without hesitation, and not knowing or caring who had just fucked her, Fred licked her pussy clean and didn't stop until she squealed with her own climax.
After everyone finished, Sandy made the introductions and they all welcomed Fred as the newest member of their close circle of friends.
THE END
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