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THIS STORY IS FICTION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY SITUATIONS OR PERSONS
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
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I almost didn't go to the party. It was a toss up between getting into
some comfortable pjs, pouring a glass of wine and watching television or
getting dressed up and going to a party at which I knew only the hostess
and the birthday boy, her husband Tommy. After much debate with my
Ralphie, my beloved advisor and feline companion, I decided I'd spent
too much time
alone and needed to be around human companions for at least an evening.
As I arrived at the pub where Cheryl had rented a party room, she met me
at the door and said "Tommy is over at the bar. Go on over and he'll
give you some drink tickets. If you run out, just find me, I've got
plenty". I made my way to the bar and tapped Tommy on the shoulder. He
acted like I was a long lost girlfriend, wrapping his arms around me in
a huge hug, then kissing me until I was almost panting. This man is a
great kisser, but he's
also my friend's husband, so I broke it off and told him we'd just write
that off as a birthday present since I'd left his real present at home
on the dining room table. He laughed and leaned closer, telling me
"Sidney, I have it from a reliable source that you are going to be my
birthday present tonight". I watched him closely for a moment, trying
to decide if he was
joking; he put his arm around me shoulders and squeezed gently, while
whispering in my ear "I also heard from that same source that you like
to have you clit licked." I looked around for Cheryl, wondering how far
I dared let this go before she would kill me. Tommy whispered in my
ear again, "If you're looking for Cheryl, don't worry, she is my
reliable source". We had a deal. She couldn't decide what to get me
for my birthday and when she asked me what I wanted, I made her agree to
give me whatever I asked for before I told her what it was. Then I told
her I wanted to fuck you. She wasn't at all opposed to the idea, even
told me some of the things you like. I guess you girls don't just talk
about recipes, eh? He chuckled and slapped my ass, saying as he walked
away "We'll get together later, you can count on it".
I felt like I had just stepped into the twilight zone. Surely Cheryl
didn't really mean for me to fuck her husband. Could I really get that
lucky?
My question was answered at midnight when Cheryl pulled me into the
ladies room and asked if I was ready for the ride of my life.
Pretending I didn't have a clue what she was talking about, I said "Did
you really get the limo for Tommy?". "Oh, yes, we have it from now
until 4:00 a.m. and several of us are going club hopping for the next
couple of hours". So maybe I had misunderstood. Maybe she really was
talking about a ride in the limo. I grabbed my purse as we left the
ladies room and followed her outside. Sure enough, there was a huge
stretch limo waiting. The driver opened the back door and she gestured
for me to get in ahead of her. In spite of what I'd seen in the movies,
crawling into a limo while dressed in a tight, short skirt cannot be
accomplished in any sort of graceful way. Tommy was sitting on a long
vertical bench seat and motioned for me to sit beside him. Cheryl
followed me in and sat on the other side of Tommy. The only other
occupants of the limo were two very drunk guys I recognized as being
co-workers of Tommy. While the drunks were occupied with trying all the
gadgets they could find, Tommy began working one of his big, callused
hands up my thigh, rubbing and moving higher with each stroke. I was
sure that any moment those roaming hands would discover the soaked
crotch of my panties. He leaned over me, and kissed me, gently nibbling
on my lower lip before using his tongue to show me what he intended to
do to my clit. I was melting, but still wondering what part Cheryl
intended to play in all of this. I reached for the front of Tommy's
slacks, but found a hand already there, rubbing his rock hard cock which
she had removed from the confines of his briefs. Cheryl leaned over
Tommy and said to me "This is my husband and I own this cock. I agreed
to let him fuck you, but you don't get to reciprocate. Just sit back
and enjoy what he's so damn hot to give you." Stunned, I leaned back
and looked at Tommy, wondering if he realized that his wife was somewhat
hostile about the whole thing. The words Cheryl had just spoken rolled
around in my brain and I tried to decipher her meaning.
Just then, we arrived at a club and the two drunks riding with us exited
the limo, with Cheryl right behind them. She turned and gave us a tight
smile and said "Take your time kids, just make sure I get at least one
dance before we leave here". I slid forward on the seat as if to follow
her, but the door shut in my face. At this point, I was bent over,
walking in a gracefully hunched position (yeah, right) toward the door
and I looked back at Tommy with a question in my eyes. He smiled and
ran both his palms from my ankles to my hips, hooking his fingers in my
thong panties and raking them downwards. "I don't want to totally piss
her off, so we'll go in and dance for a while. I 'm you won't be
needing these for the rest of the evening though." He promptly wadded
the red lace and put it into his pocket, then nudged my ass. "Lets go".
We all danced for the next hour, with Tommy's fingers finding my wet
pussy over and over. While standing beside the dance floor, he boldy
ran one hand up the back of my leg, pulling me close with the other arm.
He explored the crack of my ass, bolding slipping first one,
then two fingers into my dripping slit. By the time we left the club,
minus the drunks, I was more than glad I decided to come to this party.
Tommy climbed in the limo, I followed him and Cheryl was right behind
me. She gave instructions to the driver to take us back to their place,
but by the longest route possible. Tommy pulled me onto his lap, my
back against his
chest, slides my skirt up enough to hook each of my knees over one of
his.
Cheryl was sitting across from us and Tommy begins to run his fingers
around my pussy, pushing first one finger, then two into my wet cunt
while giving her a clear look at what he was doing to me. He began
pinching my nipple through the material of my shirt, squeezing and
pulling until impatient, he pulled my shirt open and pushed my bra up.
While both his hands were occupied, he nibbled on my collar bone and my
neck, murmuring how much he wanted to fuck me. I felt very exposed at
this point, with my cunt dripping and my 36C breasts in full view. In
spite of that, I was rubbing my ass against his raging hard-on, knowing
he had to be ready to explode. "Do you remember me telling you she
loves a man who sucks?" Cheryl asked at this point and immediately,
Tommy pushed me off his lap, on my back and begins gently sucking and
nibbling the insides of my thighs, working his way higher with each
bite. I've always been susceptible to a man who wants to first suck on
my thighs then move on to my clit.
When he reached my cunt, he rose up on his elbows and looked me in the
eye as he worked his fingers back into my tight, wet snatch. Once he
had both fingers buried deep inside, he began to wiggle those fingers
every so slightly, his thumb rubbing against my puckered asshole.
Maintaining eye contact as long as possible, he dips his head to my
quivering pussy and first licks my clit, removing it from its little
hood with his tongue, then gently began to suckle on it, stopping as I
began to moan and squirm, licking some more then sucking again. He
continued this until I felt like I was on the world's most incredible
roller coaster. My thighs were quivering and I could feel the tension
building, until I couldn't help but scream as the waves rush over me and
I'm carried over the edge of a blinding orgasm.
Limp, I look at Cheryl, trying to gauge her mood. She hasn't moved
from her seat, but is watching me intently. While still staring at
Cheryl, I feel Tommy move slowly up my body until his cock is against my
lips. Still watching Cheryl, I open my mouth and she nods at me, just
slightly. Taking this as permission, I run my tongue over the head of
his cock, tasting the sweet precum that is peaking out at me. I bathed
his cock with my tongue, swallowing a little more with each pass of my
tongue. Tommy begins to moan and fuck my mouth, holding my head with
his hands. With each thrust, I feel the tip of his cock touching the
back of my throat. I run my hands up the backs of his legs, till I
reach his swollen balls. I gently squeeze and rub his balls which are
now slapping against my chin. Tommy is panting and groaning and says
"I'm going to come in your mouth, Sidney. Are you ready?" Of course I
can't respond, but I increase my sucking just to let him know I'm with
him. Second later, he begins to come, first down my throat, then as I
continue to stroke and squeeze his balls, he pulls out and shoots the
rest of his load on my breasts, moaning that he's sure I'm only second
to his wife in the giving -head department.
Just what I like, a man who always remembers his priorities.
Of course, our evening did not end there, but thats another story.
Please send any comments to cpon@hotmail.com
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