REAL FRIENDS, REAL BENEFITS - MY FUCKBUDDIES.
I’m now 29 and often, when asked, can’t remember how many homes we have lived in over our 10 years of marriage. And we’re to be transferred again in three weeks, something that my husband’s business requires every six months to two years.
My husband has been a dedicated cuckold for a little more than two years. It took me awhile to understand him but he’d wanted this even before we married.
At his urging, I agreed to accompany him on visits to a video-viewing booth area of a local adult book and video store for two years. Over that time, many guys either joined us in our booth or poked their dicks through drilled holes between booths. I (usually) didn’t fuck them but enjoyed jerking’em off.
Unfortunately for both of us, my husband was required to regularly take a medication causing him to become mostly impotent. So, although he hadn’t mentioned his fantasy of another guy fucking me in more than a year, I had therefore found reason to renew the issue. It finally began to make sense to me.
I began dating an 18-year-old I met in a night class. After just one semester, he went away to another school so I began dating yet another fuckbuddy.
And during that time I met three women friends who enjoyed going out to places like rave clubs and male strip-bars. I didn’t care for raves but enjoyed watching my friends jerk off male dancers. Heck, I did it myself.
I occasionally returned home as late as 3 a.m. Sometimes my husband achieved an erection upon my retelling of these stories.
He won’t openly admit that he enjoys my experiences but it’s clear he does and loves being my cuckyboy. Truth be told, much of what I do is also for his pleasure.
So the third weekend before we were to be transferred yet again, two of those friends arranged a special “going-away night out” for me.
Janet at age 32 is the oldest of our little group and the only one who smokes. At 5’6” she was about 15 pounds overweight when we first met. She then began losing weight until she was now likely a few pounds underweight. Somehow this thinness, along with her no-nonsense demeanor and uncommonly self-confident deportment, her dark hair and blue eyes added a mysterious façade that attracted substantive attention from men everywhere we went.
Janet had something of a wild childhood. She told us that, following an even wilder middle school past, she fell into a particularly mischievous crowd in high school. By then, she was smoking dope and attending illegal street races. Often she served at the racers’ flag-girl. She graduated with decent grades. I can’t understand how.
But earlier in middle school, she was instrumental in forming a sex club that grew to 14 kids. They gathered at different homes every couple of weeks. After almost a year of this behavior, a neighboring couple complained of stereo noise at one of their member’s home. The cops arrived to discover a dozen naked and partially naked kids engaged in sex acts.
The school board transferred each kid to different schools and forbade any to socialize with another for the next two years. Their official edict wasn’t entirely successful but it broke up their frequent parties. And, of course, things remained a bit tense between the parents and their kids for a year or more.
Janet never ratted on her two-year older brother who was the club’s only older member. He hadn’t attended that evening. Although each saw the other having sex with others, she didn’t ever enjoy intercourse with her brother.
Marta, the most outgoing of our bunch, had another commitment that prevented her from attending that night. So that left just Evelyn and Janet to plan this special evening in my honor.
Evelyn, at age 24, unlike the divorced Janet, is married. She and her husband are swingers and nudists. Evelyn had invited Janet, my husband and me to join them at swap parties. But my husband explained he couldn’t get it up sufficiently for a party like that and begged off. Janet was satisfied with a string of boyfriends and also declined.
Evelyn is a svelte redhead with freckles and often is mistaken for a very young girl. Part of this age-identity confusion lies with her tendency to wear low-rider jeans and tight pullovers you’d expect on a adolescent student, far different from Janet and me who dress conservatively. I do that because I want to appear at least my age but sometimes it doesn’t work.
Janet’s two-year-older brother long had been eternally thankful he hadn’t attended that night those middle school fuckers was busted. Although Janet and I never went to the nudist camp with Evelyn and her husband, Janet told her brother about their offer and he frequently attended at the couple’s guest.
Most naturist parks bar single men but allow single women as members. The clubs prefer families to singles. Janet and I assumed her brother was probably one of their swinging partners as well but neither of us had asked.
A few months ago at the male strip club, Evelyn – as each of us often had done - was stroking a dancer’s long, lathered-up dick. Janet noticed a man nervously talking with the bartender and pointing toward us.
When Evelyn went to the bar a few minutes later for another drink, the bartender told her that the man had been concerned while observing her jerking off the dancer and he had assumed she was underage. The barkeep explained to him that he’d heard that complaint before and he personally knew Evelyn as an adult regular.
And minutes later that 42-year-old guy walked over to our table and asked Janet for a date. We guessed he was fascinated with this apparent “kid.”
Evelyn told him she and her husband were swingers and asked whether he was interested in threesomes. He enthusiastically agreed. Evelyn took his name and phone number. He has since swung with them several times.
Jan’s initial meeting with the man caused several pseudo-psychological analyses between the four of us. We guessed that his attraction to the young-looking Evelyn implied a pedophile personality.
Yet that night in the bar, he had been the only customer to protest when he thought she was too young to be there. We concluded that he probably denied his sexual preference and had displayed at that time an excessive fear of a 14-year-old holding an adult’s dick.
BACK TO THE PRESENT:
So now, Evelyn and Janet showed up at our door to pick me up for this unexplained “special” night out. My husband was intrigued and asked if he could go.
Janet said, “Absolutely not, Cuckyboy. We’ll give her something to tell you later.” She said this while drawing a line down his cock beneath his slacks.
Janet blindfolded me and drove us to Evelyn’s home. I asked if I looked like the Green Hornet, an old masked comic book character she displays on a poster above her bed back at her apartment. Janet replied, “More like the Green Horny.”
We arrived five minutes later and they hadn’t allowed me to remove the blindfold.
From their whispering, I recognized that it was Evelyn’s husband and the guy she had met at the strip club who greeted us at the door. I suspected now what they had planned. Evelyn’s husband had made no secret that he wanted to fuck Janet and me. I didn’t then realize that a third man was in the room.
I was about to remove my blindfold but Janet grasped my hands and said, “Oh no, not for awhile yet.” So I laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll play along.”
Amid giggles, I heard zippers and clothing falling away. Then someone gripped my wrists, raising my arms high as others undressed me.
The bar guy’s voice said, “Okay, now all women are to be blindfolded.” And moments later, it was done. Someone had turned on a stereo with soft music.
Evelyn’s husband announced, “We’re going to dance first. Throughout the night, each of the women will try and determine who the man they’re with might be. We’ll give points for correct the guesses and the winner receives a prize at the end of the evening.”
The third man added, “And since this party is in (my) honor, we wish her luck.” Everyone laughed, including me. Why was that funny? I don’t know. I guess you had to be there.
I said, “How can I guess if I don’t know who all of you are?”
They each introduced themselves. The third man said in his Philly accent, “And I’m Tony.” He’s Janet’s brother, so I assumed I was right guessing that he was among Evelyn’s threesomes. A fuckbuddy.
The problem with this game was that it was too easy. Evelyn’s husband is a big guy with thick hair. The older man we had met at the bar has a high forehead and thinning hair and was about 5’9”, three inches shorter than Ev’s hubby, and is much leaner. Jan’s bro has light reddish-blond hair that feels, well, fluffy. He’s slender also but about my height, 5’11”, with long limbs.
Ev’s husband was the first to dance with me. Our naked bodies pressed together through the last half of a song that had begun before the dancing began. His semi-erect penis curled to the side against my hip. Evelyn was dancing with the guy from the bar and Jan found herself pressed naked against her brother.
Partners changed as the song ended. Jan’s brother danced with me. I didn’t need to remove my broad blindfold to realize that he sported a horse-sized woody.
His cock had swollen while dancing with his sis and stood straight out. He rotated his hips until his rigid penis pressed all the way through the part between my legs. The upper part of his long shaft thrust aloft, tightly against my groin. His cock’s large head protruded so far out the back of my legs that I felt his broad dickhead pulsating against my buttocks.
His hips rotated against mine, causing the upper portion of his cock to hotly massage my clitoris. Soon I gasped for breath as he kissed me full on the lips. My hands gripped his buttocks. My hips rolled against his, masturbating my clit on his dick until I was about to explode.
But the song ended and I then was dancing with Evelyn’s husband. His stiff prick curled up toward his belly and throbbed against my stomach. With slow fucking motions he pressed his dick up and down in the narrow space between our tummies.
All women were moaning. One man groaned. Evelyn voice tremored as she said, “I can’t wait any longer! Somebody fuck me!”
“That’s the next part of the game,” her husband said. “Keep your blindfolds on.” They led us three women to the living room’s liquor bar and urged us forward, bracing our hands against its edge, our legs spread invitingly.
He went on, “This won’t be as easy to guess. A penis will enter your pussies from behind. If any woman attempts to feel the body behind her while being fucked, she will be disqualified.” None of us had group sex together before and I was certain someone would object. But I didn’t intend to protest.
Janet’s brother removed our blindfolds. Ev’s husband said behind us, “Although the blindfolds are off, you’re not allowed to turn around. Only one woman will be fucked at a time. The other two women will try to help that woman cum. Each man will attempt not to ejaculate before all women are fucked. We don’t need a guy with a used-up softie.”
Someone turned off the overhead lighting and dimmed the room’s only table lamp. The lamp’s bulb was red, casting a rosy glow about the room.
Each woman now was in a high state of excitation with no resistance left to protest anything. Our bodies shivered as each of us glanced to the other. Tears streaked Evelyn’s cheeks. Janet’s lips quivered. My teeth chattered and my cunt steamed with lust.
Jan’s brother leaned across the bar and smiled at me, saying, “Because the party is in your honor, you’re first.”
My voice squeaked a weak “Okayyy…” A dickhead parted the mouth of my eager pussy. My hips rotated wantonly as it slithered into my lubricated depth. I was ooo-ing and begging him to fuck me hard. Whoever the guy was behind me trembled as much. His hot breath steamed onto my bare back.
Janet’s hands stroked my breasts as she leaned to the side, watching the cock pound into me. Evelyn’s fingers crept to my clitoris and twirled in unison with the man’s fucking. Janet leaned to nurse a nipple.
I forgot about trying to guess who my fuckbuddy might be. Evelyn’s slippery fingers were about to bring me to orgasm.
He withdrew against my protest but another cock replaced his. This guy gripped my hips as he rammed into me. I realized it was Jan’s bro. He had the longest dick I’d known. If his prick had a normal width rather than it’s slender length, he’d have split me apart. That big cockhead though caused me to squeal in surprise as it rammed through my tender vagina.
I pleaded, “Please don’t take this one out,” but he withdrew, replaced by the third. I couldn’t tell whether this was Bar Guy or Evelyn’s spouse. All were good.
Now my orgasm roared over me like a freight train. I bawled and exploded, as I screeched, “It’s so fuckin’ fine! I’m a’wash in dicks!”
I released my grip on the bar and hugged Janet and Evelyn against me. Evelyn’s hand cupped my mound and Janet madly nursed my breast as my climax crested and ebbed.
Evelyn was next to sample their cocks. With Janet’s help, I assisted Evelyn as well as they had served me.
Then, at Janet’s turn, she gritted her chattering teeth while bracing her fists against the bar. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. As if it had just occurred to her, she said, “I assume only two of you guys will be doing me. I mean, one of you is … my brother!”
No one answered. The silence, it seemed, was telling. I gulped and looked down at her brother’s anxiously long cock.
Evelyn and I stroked her shuddering body through the first two men who mercilessly pounded into her helpless cunt.
But Janet hadn’t climaxed and bawled, “Doesn’t seem fair! I’m so fucking hot!” The bar guy said, “You’re right. But it’s not over, Baby.” He tugged her brother’s arm and led him to his sister’s buttocks until his cockhead bobbed against her shuddering anus.
Evelyn and I were stunned. Unwanted incest seemed so over the top. I was speechless, frozen in place. But Evelyn raised her eyes questioningly at the guys, giving no hint to Janet as to her next invader would be.
Bar Guy turned off the lights, plunging the room into total darkness.
Janet squealed, “Ohhh my gosh!” as the hot dick entered her pussy, then withdrew completely. Evelyn’s husband gripped Jan’s shoulders, turning her around to face her fucker.
But in this darkness she couldn’t determine the identity of that man she now faced. He urged her back to the carpeted floor. She said, “Oh, honey, I am so hot! Do me.” We didn’t know whether she suspected it was her brother.
As our eyes adjusted to the dimness we could make out only two naked forms, intertwined and writhing before us.
The invader parted her thighs and kneeled between her legs. His dickhead divided her churning cunt. She returned each thrust, rocking rhythmically.
The man raised his head, his body stiffened. He groaned, about to cum. Jan moaned feebly and pleaded, “Cum with me. Fuck me. Fill me up with your hot juice!”
His body stiffened. Janet screamed, “I’m a’cummin! Oh my gosh!” A Philly-like accent groaned, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”
And then, all of us, including the powerless Janet, immediately recognized that voice! Her brother’s voice.
Oh Honey, that moment was so fucking hot! We women and the other two men were masturbating whoever was nearest, each hoping we’d cum again.
I didn’t then know, and don’t know now, whether the hand on my hot cunt was that of a woman or man. I’m really not bi, but I didn’t care. I was coming again.
Janet’s body rippled in multiple orgasms. Then someone turned on the lights.
It wasn’t her brother who had fucked her. It was Bar Guy.
Her brother had leaned against Bar Guy’s face at their moment of orgasm and said those words I’ll never forget, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”
He kneeled beside his sis and pecked her on the cheek as if apologizing for that moment’s unforgivable shock.
Jan wasn’t buying it. Her eyes squinted furiously and she punched him hard on his shoulder. He reeled back, laughing at his successful ruse.
The rest of us were rolling on the floor in laughter. Janet smirked at her bro. Never say Jan can’t take a joke.
Evelyn and her husband drove me home that night. To my wonderment, Janet drove her brother home. To her condo! Not his apartment. Hmmm.
Everyone had forgotten about that “prize” to be awarded for the most correct guesses. I’m not sure who won anyway.
I’m now 29 and often, when asked, can’t remember how many homes we have lived in over our 10 years of marriage. And we’re to be transferred again in three weeks, something that my husband’s business requires every six months to two years.
My husband has been a dedicated cuckold for a little more than two years. It took me awhile to understand him but he’d wanted this even before we married.
At his urging, I agreed to accompany him on visits to a video-viewing booth area of a local adult book and video store for two years. Over that time, many guys either joined us in our booth or poked their dicks through drilled holes between booths. I (usually) didn’t fuck them but enjoyed jerking’em off.
Unfortunately for both of us, my husband was required to regularly take a medication causing him to become mostly impotent. So, although he hadn’t mentioned his fantasy of another guy fucking me in more than a year, I had therefore found reason to renew the issue. It finally began to make sense to me.
I began dating an 18-year-old I met in a night class. After just one semester, he went away to another school so I began dating yet another fuckbuddy.
And during that time I met three women friends who enjoyed going out to places like rave clubs and male strip-bars. I didn’t care for raves but enjoyed watching my friends jerk off male dancers. Heck, I did it myself.
I occasionally returned home as late as 3 a.m. Sometimes my husband achieved an erection upon my retelling of these stories.
He won’t openly admit that he enjoys my experiences but it’s clear he does and loves being my cuckyboy. Truth be told, much of what I do is also for his pleasure.
So the third weekend before we were to be transferred yet again, two of those friends arranged a special “going-away night out” for me.
Janet at age 32 is the oldest of our little group and the only one who smokes. At 5’6” she was about 15 pounds overweight when we first met. She then began losing weight until she was now likely a few pounds underweight. Somehow this thinness, along with her no-nonsense demeanor and uncommonly self-confident deportment, her dark hair and blue eyes added a mysterious façade that attracted substantive attention from men everywhere we went.
Janet had something of a wild childhood. She told us that, following an even wilder middle school past, she fell into a particularly mischievous crowd in high school. By then, she was smoking dope and attending illegal street races. Often she served at the racers’ flag-girl. She graduated with decent grades. I can’t understand how.
But earlier in middle school, she was instrumental in forming a sex club that grew to 14 kids. They gathered at different homes every couple of weeks. After almost a year of this behavior, a neighboring couple complained of stereo noise at one of their member’s home. The cops arrived to discover a dozen naked and partially naked kids engaged in sex acts.
The school board transferred each kid to different schools and forbade any to socialize with another for the next two years. Their official edict wasn’t entirely successful but it broke up their frequent parties. And, of course, things remained a bit tense between the parents and their kids for a year or more.
Janet never ratted on her two-year older brother who was the club’s only older member. He hadn’t attended that evening. Although each saw the other having sex with others, she didn’t ever enjoy intercourse with her brother.
Marta, the most outgoing of our bunch, had another commitment that prevented her from attending that night. So that left just Evelyn and Janet to plan this special evening in my honor.
Evelyn, at age 24, unlike the divorced Janet, is married. She and her husband are swingers and nudists. Evelyn had invited Janet, my husband and me to join them at swap parties. But my husband explained he couldn’t get it up sufficiently for a party like that and begged off. Janet was satisfied with a string of boyfriends and also declined.
Evelyn is a svelte redhead with freckles and often is mistaken for a very young girl. Part of this age-identity confusion lies with her tendency to wear low-rider jeans and tight pullovers you’d expect on a adolescent student, far different from Janet and me who dress conservatively. I do that because I want to appear at least my age but sometimes it doesn’t work.
Janet’s two-year-older brother long had been eternally thankful he hadn’t attended that night those middle school fuckers was busted. Although Janet and I never went to the nudist camp with Evelyn and her husband, Janet told her brother about their offer and he frequently attended at the couple’s guest.
Most naturist parks bar single men but allow single women as members. The clubs prefer families to singles. Janet and I assumed her brother was probably one of their swinging partners as well but neither of us had asked.
A few months ago at the male strip club, Evelyn – as each of us often had done - was stroking a dancer’s long, lathered-up dick. Janet noticed a man nervously talking with the bartender and pointing toward us.
When Evelyn went to the bar a few minutes later for another drink, the bartender told her that the man had been concerned while observing her jerking off the dancer and he had assumed she was underage. The barkeep explained to him that he’d heard that complaint before and he personally knew Evelyn as an adult regular.
And minutes later that 42-year-old guy walked over to our table and asked Janet for a date. We guessed he was fascinated with this apparent “kid.”
Evelyn told him she and her husband were swingers and asked whether he was interested in threesomes. He enthusiastically agreed. Evelyn took his name and phone number. He has since swung with them several times.
Jan’s initial meeting with the man caused several pseudo-psychological analyses between the four of us. We guessed that his attraction to the young-looking Evelyn implied a pedophile personality.
Yet that night in the bar, he had been the only customer to protest when he thought she was too young to be there. We concluded that he probably denied his sexual preference and had displayed at that time an excessive fear of a 14-year-old holding an adult’s dick.
BACK TO THE PRESENT:
So now, Evelyn and Janet showed up at our door to pick me up for this unexplained “special” night out. My husband was intrigued and asked if he could go.
Janet said, “Absolutely not, Cuckyboy. We’ll give her something to tell you later.” She said this while drawing a line down his cock beneath his slacks.
Janet blindfolded me and drove us to Evelyn’s home. I asked if I looked like the Green Hornet, an old masked comic book character she displays on a poster above her bed back at her apartment. Janet replied, “More like the Green Horny.”
We arrived five minutes later and they hadn’t allowed me to remove the blindfold.
From their whispering, I recognized that it was Evelyn’s husband and the guy she had met at the strip club who greeted us at the door. I suspected now what they had planned. Evelyn’s husband had made no secret that he wanted to fuck Janet and me. I didn’t then realize that a third man was in the room.
I was about to remove my blindfold but Janet grasped my hands and said, “Oh no, not for awhile yet.” So I laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll play along.”
Amid giggles, I heard zippers and clothing falling away. Then someone gripped my wrists, raising my arms high as others undressed me.
The bar guy’s voice said, “Okay, now all women are to be blindfolded.” And moments later, it was done. Someone had turned on a stereo with soft music.
Evelyn’s husband announced, “We’re going to dance first. Throughout the night, each of the women will try and determine who the man they’re with might be. We’ll give points for correct the guesses and the winner receives a prize at the end of the evening.”
The third man added, “And since this party is in (my) honor, we wish her luck.” Everyone laughed, including me. Why was that funny? I don’t know. I guess you had to be there.
I said, “How can I guess if I don’t know who all of you are?”
They each introduced themselves. The third man said in his Philly accent, “And I’m Tony.” He’s Janet’s brother, so I assumed I was right guessing that he was among Evelyn’s threesomes. A fuckbuddy.
The problem with this game was that it was too easy. Evelyn’s husband is a big guy with thick hair. The older man we had met at the bar has a high forehead and thinning hair and was about 5’9”, three inches shorter than Ev’s hubby, and is much leaner. Jan’s bro has light reddish-blond hair that feels, well, fluffy. He’s slender also but about my height, 5’11”, with long limbs.
Ev’s husband was the first to dance with me. Our naked bodies pressed together through the last half of a song that had begun before the dancing began. His semi-erect penis curled to the side against my hip. Evelyn was dancing with the guy from the bar and Jan found herself pressed naked against her brother.
Partners changed as the song ended. Jan’s brother danced with me. I didn’t need to remove my broad blindfold to realize that he sported a horse-sized woody.
His cock had swollen while dancing with his sis and stood straight out. He rotated his hips until his rigid penis pressed all the way through the part between my legs. The upper part of his long shaft thrust aloft, tightly against my groin. His cock’s large head protruded so far out the back of my legs that I felt his broad dickhead pulsating against my buttocks.
His hips rotated against mine, causing the upper portion of his cock to hotly massage my clitoris. Soon I gasped for breath as he kissed me full on the lips. My hands gripped his buttocks. My hips rolled against his, masturbating my clit on his dick until I was about to explode.
But the song ended and I then was dancing with Evelyn’s husband. His stiff prick curled up toward his belly and throbbed against my stomach. With slow fucking motions he pressed his dick up and down in the narrow space between our tummies.
All women were moaning. One man groaned. Evelyn voice tremored as she said, “I can’t wait any longer! Somebody fuck me!”
“That’s the next part of the game,” her husband said. “Keep your blindfolds on.” They led us three women to the living room’s liquor bar and urged us forward, bracing our hands against its edge, our legs spread invitingly.
He went on, “This won’t be as easy to guess. A penis will enter your pussies from behind. If any woman attempts to feel the body behind her while being fucked, she will be disqualified.” None of us had group sex together before and I was certain someone would object. But I didn’t intend to protest.
Janet’s brother removed our blindfolds. Ev’s husband said behind us, “Although the blindfolds are off, you’re not allowed to turn around. Only one woman will be fucked at a time. The other two women will try to help that woman cum. Each man will attempt not to ejaculate before all women are fucked. We don’t need a guy with a used-up softie.”
Someone turned off the overhead lighting and dimmed the room’s only table lamp. The lamp’s bulb was red, casting a rosy glow about the room.
Each woman now was in a high state of excitation with no resistance left to protest anything. Our bodies shivered as each of us glanced to the other. Tears streaked Evelyn’s cheeks. Janet’s lips quivered. My teeth chattered and my cunt steamed with lust.
Jan’s brother leaned across the bar and smiled at me, saying, “Because the party is in your honor, you’re first.”
My voice squeaked a weak “Okayyy…” A dickhead parted the mouth of my eager pussy. My hips rotated wantonly as it slithered into my lubricated depth. I was ooo-ing and begging him to fuck me hard. Whoever the guy was behind me trembled as much. His hot breath steamed onto my bare back.
Janet’s hands stroked my breasts as she leaned to the side, watching the cock pound into me. Evelyn’s fingers crept to my clitoris and twirled in unison with the man’s fucking. Janet leaned to nurse a nipple.
I forgot about trying to guess who my fuckbuddy might be. Evelyn’s slippery fingers were about to bring me to orgasm.
He withdrew against my protest but another cock replaced his. This guy gripped my hips as he rammed into me. I realized it was Jan’s bro. He had the longest dick I’d known. If his prick had a normal width rather than it’s slender length, he’d have split me apart. That big cockhead though caused me to squeal in surprise as it rammed through my tender vagina.
I pleaded, “Please don’t take this one out,” but he withdrew, replaced by the third. I couldn’t tell whether this was Bar Guy or Evelyn’s spouse. All were good.
Now my orgasm roared over me like a freight train. I bawled and exploded, as I screeched, “It’s so fuckin’ fine! I’m a’wash in dicks!”
I released my grip on the bar and hugged Janet and Evelyn against me. Evelyn’s hand cupped my mound and Janet madly nursed my breast as my climax crested and ebbed.
Evelyn was next to sample their cocks. With Janet’s help, I assisted Evelyn as well as they had served me.
Then, at Janet’s turn, she gritted her chattering teeth while bracing her fists against the bar. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. As if it had just occurred to her, she said, “I assume only two of you guys will be doing me. I mean, one of you is … my brother!”
No one answered. The silence, it seemed, was telling. I gulped and looked down at her brother’s anxiously long cock.
Evelyn and I stroked her shuddering body through the first two men who mercilessly pounded into her helpless cunt.
But Janet hadn’t climaxed and bawled, “Doesn’t seem fair! I’m so fucking hot!” The bar guy said, “You’re right. But it’s not over, Baby.” He tugged her brother’s arm and led him to his sister’s buttocks until his cockhead bobbed against her shuddering anus.
Evelyn and I were stunned. Unwanted incest seemed so over the top. I was speechless, frozen in place. But Evelyn raised her eyes questioningly at the guys, giving no hint to Janet as to her next invader would be.
Bar Guy turned off the lights, plunging the room into total darkness.
Janet squealed, “Ohhh my gosh!” as the hot dick entered her pussy, then withdrew completely. Evelyn’s husband gripped Jan’s shoulders, turning her around to face her fucker.
But in this darkness she couldn’t determine the identity of that man she now faced. He urged her back to the carpeted floor. She said, “Oh, honey, I am so hot! Do me.” We didn’t know whether she suspected it was her brother.
As our eyes adjusted to the dimness we could make out only two naked forms, intertwined and writhing before us.
The invader parted her thighs and kneeled between her legs. His dickhead divided her churning cunt. She returned each thrust, rocking rhythmically.
The man raised his head, his body stiffened. He groaned, about to cum. Jan moaned feebly and pleaded, “Cum with me. Fuck me. Fill me up with your hot juice!”
His body stiffened. Janet screamed, “I’m a’cummin! Oh my gosh!” A Philly-like accent groaned, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”
And then, all of us, including the powerless Janet, immediately recognized that voice! Her brother’s voice.
Oh Honey, that moment was so fucking hot! We women and the other two men were masturbating whoever was nearest, each hoping we’d cum again.
I didn’t then know, and don’t know now, whether the hand on my hot cunt was that of a woman or man. I’m really not bi, but I didn’t care. I was coming again.
Janet’s body rippled in multiple orgasms. Then someone turned on the lights.
It wasn’t her brother who had fucked her. It was Bar Guy.
Her brother had leaned against Bar Guy’s face at their moment of orgasm and said those words I’ll never forget, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”
He kneeled beside his sis and pecked her on the cheek as if apologizing for that moment’s unforgivable shock.
Jan wasn’t buying it. Her eyes squinted furiously and she punched him hard on his shoulder. He reeled back, laughing at his successful ruse.
The rest of us were rolling on the floor in laughter. Janet smirked at her bro. Never say Jan can’t take a joke.
Evelyn and her husband drove me home that night. To my wonderment, Janet drove her brother home. To her condo! Not his apartment. Hmmm.
Everyone had forgotten about that “prize” to be awarded for the most correct guesses. I’m not sure who won anyway.
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