by Jeanna Yung
It didn’t work that way, though, because three minutes later our men were already fucking us. We had settled on outfits and were just about to pull on our lingerie when Victor walked into the room, bent me over the bed, and started to fuck me. It was a tangle of bodies and it was so amazing to go from standing naked at the side of my room one moment, just about to pull on my underwear and bra, and then suddenly out of nowhere, to be filled! That’s what happened. Victor had walked in naked, smiled at me and bent me over the bed. Then he was fucking me. I was shocked.
It wasn’t like he didn’t do this all the time to me. That was fine. Hell, I loved when Victor got aggressive; but Sylvia was right there next to me, also undressed and naked. I felt him pushing inside of me as I looked down at the sheets on the bed and wondered what she was doing. I heard her moan and I lifted my face and turned. It was astounding because Brandon was doing the same exact thing to her. She was bent over the bed right next to me and Brandon was fucking her. I couldn’t believe it! I had never seen Brandon naked, but there he was, right behind her, pushing into her over and over.
It was astounding. That our husbands would have walked into the room, where we were dressing, was strange enough. That Victor had fucked me in front of Sylvia was strange enough. But they had arranged it so that they were both fucking us at the same time, right next to each other. It was beyond comprehension. But that’s exactly what was happening and I could tell from Sylvia’s moans that she was turned on by it and I could tell from my body that I was as well.
They continued to move on us, pushing in and out and in and out, and if the situation wasn’t strange enough already, it got even stranger. I heard Sylvia moaning one second and then in another second, her moans were cut off in kind of a muffled cry. I imaged that Brandon had decided to push into her mouth instead of her pussy but when I turned to look, it wasn’t Brandon.
There was a man standing right in front of her. He had lifted up her head and pushed into her mouth. Her eyes were wide open; I could see the shock in her face, even with a shaft pushing past her lips. I looked up. I didn’t recognize the man. It was now easily the most bizarre thing that had ever happened. Not only were our husbands fucking us, but a strange man was pushing his cock into Sylvia’s mouth! I watched for a second, transfixed. It occurred to me that I ought to say something, that I ought to ask Victor what was going on. But before I had a chance, I felt hands lifting my head by my hair and a cock was pushed against my lips.
I didn’t want to take it; I had no idea who it was. I opened my eyes wide and looked up, again a stranger. I kept my lips firmly closed as the head of his cock pressed against them but then Victor pushed forward in a particularly hard way and I opened my mouth to cry out. That’s when the cock pushed in. I couldn’t believe it. A strange cock was pushing into my mouth while my husband fucked me. And right next to me, the same exact thing was happening to my best friend.
The man in my mouth gripped my head and pushed deep. I relaxed my throat to take him before I even realized I was giving in. By the time I’d collected my wits, I didn’t want to fight it anymore. There was something so erotic and amazing about having a cock in my mouth while another was fucking my pussy that I just took it. I felt his head travel all the way to the back of my throat. It made me gag a little but he kept pushing until the head of his cock pushed in so that he was right up against me. I could feel his balls on my chin as I gagged around his cock and he held me tight and began moving.
He did this for four or five thrusts while I struggled around him and then he let me go and I pulled back, gasping. I looked around and saw the same thing was happening to Sylvia. Her throat was spasming and I could tell that she was gagging and choking, but she didn’t have that shocked look on her face anymore. Instead, her eyes were half-closed with lust and I realized it was turning her on as much as it was turning me on. I only got a second of reprieve before the cock was back in my throat.
The feel of my husband’s cock pushing up into me while the stranger’s cock was in my mouth was amazing. They continued this way for a long while. I could hear the muffled chokes and gags of Sylvia’s mouth and I could feel my husband fucking me. Everyone was moaning. And then I heard Brandon’s voice say, “Switch!”
The cock was pulled out of my mouth and my pussy was suddenly empty. The man in Sylvia’s mouth pulled out as well and the two men switched positions so that suddenly, the cock that had been in Sylvia’s mouth was now being pushed into mine. It was strange. I heard her gasping and then her gasps were cut off, so I imagined the same thing was happening to her. And then my pussy was filled again and I moaned. Victor continued to fuck me and I felt incredible. He was a little more aggressive than he normally was, but I imagined the situation was making him hornier than he’d ever been.
But then I heard Brandon’s voice say, “Victor, your wife is fucking hot! God I love her pussy!” I realized that our husbands had switched places too. It wasn’t Victor fucking me anymore it was Brandon. And that meant that the man fucking Sylvia was my husband! It was strange, I felt an immediate and overwhelming flash of jealously run through me but it was followed by this incredible sense of eroticism. I was so damned turned on by it that all the jealousy fled from me.
As the men continued to fuck our pussies hard, I could feel my orgasm building and I could tell it was going to be extraordinary and powerful. They continued along this way, every now and then the men would shout out, “Switch!” and then Brandon and Victor would change positions, one of them fucking each of us. The men in our mouths would change positions as well. They did this for ten or fifteen minutes and if they hadn’t switched positions and given my body a little bit of a rest, I knew I would’ve been cumming and cumming hard.
But then it got even more intense because the next time they yelled, “Switch!”, the men in our mouths didn’t go back into our mouths. Instead, they lay on the bed and I felt myself being lifted up. Suddenly, I was straddling one of the strangers. He was underneath me, and he reached up, grabbed my hips, pulled me down and shoved in. Suddenly my pussy was filled with a stranger’s cock. It was a little uncomfortable to have my best friend’s husband in my pussy but the idea of a stranger fucking me was completely overwhelming.
I glanced back and I saw that the same exact thing was happening to Sylvia and then I saw something that scared the hell out of me. Sylvia and I had talked for some time about how both of our husbands wanted anal sex and neither of us would give in. But I saw Sylvia’s husband right behind her, positioning his cock between her ass cheeks. Her eyes opened wide and she started to protest but before she could, Brandon thrust in. It was amazing! I saw a mask of pain cover Sylvia’s face. She opened her mouth as if to scream but she couldn’t get the words out as her whole body tensed. It was scary as hell because I imagined if that was happening to Sylvia, it was going to happen to me.
But that strange, confused looked of pain and lust on Sylvia’s face did something to me. The moment Brandon thrust in and I saw her eyes grow wide and her mouth open in a silent scream, pleasure coursed through my body and I came hard around the cock in my pussy. It was the most overwhelming thing I’d ever felt and I knew with a sense of guilt that part of what had driven it was the shocked, pained look at Sylvia’s face. Karma punished me for the enjoyment of my friend’s discomfort because within a second, I felt Victor’s cock up against the tiny virgin opening of my ass and before I could say a damned thing, he thrust in hard.
Pain erupted through my body, driving the orgasm away as his cock plowed into my tiny, resistant hole. It was overwhelming and I understood Sylvia’s inability to say anything because my whole body was tensed up and wracked with pain as my husband shoved his cock into my ass, inch by agonizing inch until finally he was all the way inside. And then both men began to move. I didn’t want them to; every movement was sending more pain through me and overwhelming me.
I heard Sylvia scream out, “Oh God, yes! Fuck me!’ and I turned my head and saw that both men were fucking he
r hard, Brandon in her ass and that stranger underneath her. I couldn’t believe it! She was actually enjoying it. It was hard for me to imagine because the pain throughout me was so intense that I couldn’t think of anything except wanting that cock out of my ass.
I saw Sylvia moving furiously as she screamed loudly, “Oh fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” and it was like a dam broke. The moment she said that, my own orgasm was back in full and as pleasure coursed over me, it was me screaming out, “Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me!” The men obliged. They moved faster and harder in me, moving in and out, over and over.
Victor yelled switch, and it was Brandon suddenly pushing into my ass. Each thrust was vicious, sending shocks of pain through me that somehow got translated into intense pleasure. I stared at Sylvia’s face. I could tell by the winces that turned to moans that the same thing was happening to her. My pussy squeezed on the man underneath me, and Brandon yelled for another switch.
This time, when Victor came back to me, he didn’t shove into my ass. He lifted me off the stranger below me and turned me around so that I faced away. He slammed me back down, and the stranger’s cock was suddenly in my ass as I faced my husband. I gasped and shouted from the pain and pleasure, and I saw that Brandon had done the same thing with Sylvia. I watched my best friend as her husband leaned in and pushed his cock past her slit into her pussy.
I only got to see it for a moment because Victor pushed into me. From this position, everything seemed even tighter. The cock in my ass felt gigantic, and it seemed impossible that Victor was able to get into my pussy. I lifted my arms and put them around his shoulders, holding him tight as he fucked my pussy furiously and my orgasm rolled over me so hard that I was starting to get scared that my body would never feel normal again.
It was the man in my ass who came first, thrusting up hard and groaning. I could feel him spilling himself inside of me and as my orgasm continued to rock me, Victor gripped my hips hard and thrust forward. I felt him spurting into my pussy, and I held him so tightly that my knuckles turned white on his shoulders. I collapsed on top of the stranger beneath me and then Victor collapsed on top of me. I was completely filled up but nobody was moving now. I turned my head and watched as the other two men continued to fuck Sylvia and she continued to beg for them to move harder and faster.
It was amazing. I watched and felt my own pussy spasming so I started to move again. That made Victor pull out of me, his cock probably too sensitive, but I reached around and grabbed him by his balls and pulled him over, wanting my mouth on him. I sucked him as he squirmed and tried to get away. He finally did get away and I looked back just in time to see the man inside of Sylvia thrust up hard and Brandon thrust down hard, filling her pussy and her ass the way that I had been filled a minute before. At that point, the man underneath me pushed me off and I rolled onto the bed.
My pussy was still spasming, and I moved over to the three still fucking. Just as I got there, Brandon cried out and shoved in hard. I ran my fingers over his ass as he came, and when he pulled out, I put my mouth on him as well. He finally pushed me away, and I looked at Sylvia. The man underneath her was still fucking her hard. I leaned down and put my mouth on his balls as he pummeled her ass. He finally cried out, thrust up hard, and came inside of her.
Sylvia rolled off him, and I crawled up to her, holding her as her body and mine kept cumming. I think we stayed there for a good five minutes and by the time we started to stir again; the room was empty except for the two of us. Finally, Sylvia turned her head to mine and asked weakly, “Did you arrange all that?”
“Not me,” I said. She nodded and sighed.
“God, that was intense. I liked it, though.” I could tell by Sylvia’s face that she wasn’t lying.
“Would’ve been nice if our men had bothered to ask, the bastards.” We started giggling then. I continued, “Well, I guess telling them no anal sex for all these years was pretty dumb.” That brought more giggles.
Finally, Sylvia got enough control of herself to ask, “Are we still going out?”
It was Brandon who answered. “Nope. We’re not through with you two, yet.” I looked up. He and Victor were back in the room, standing naked with cocks hard and at the ready. I looked around.
“Tim and Arnie left, girls. Now it’s just your husbands.” Victor said with a smile.
I looked up at my man. “Well, then, Hubby; get over here and fuck me.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Brandon gets you for a while first.”
I smiled as my best friend’s husband crawled onto the bed. I smiled more when I heard Sylvia moaning next to me.
Terri’s Touch
My First Lesbian Experience with a Stranger
A Tale of Lesbian Seduction
by Jeanna Yung
All rights reserved. Copyright 2013 Polaris Erotica
I’d only met her that afternoon.
Hell, I’d never slept with a stranger in my life.
And now I was about to sleep with not only a stranger but a girl. It was crazy. We’d ended up sitting next to each other in class and when it was over she invited me to her dorm room. She didn’t invite me for a drink or something like that. She just invited me. I stared at her, this beautiful girl I’d just met and shrugged. She’d smiled and said, “Have you ever been with a woman?”
That was it. “Want to come over to my dorm room?” and “Have you ever been with a woman.”
I shook my head. Then, just because we were talking I asked her name. She’d replied, “I’m Terri. I’m going to be your first woman. Come on.”
I have no idea why I let her take my hand and walk me to the dorms. I have no idea why I let her lead me up the stairs. I have no idea why I stepped into her dorm room. I have no idea why I let her sit me down on the little twin bed in the corner of the room. I have no idea why I let her push me until I was lying down. I have no idea why I let her kiss me.
Bullshit.
I let all that happen because when she said she was going to be my first woman my nipples suddenly got hard enough to hurt and I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I’d been sexually active since I was fifteen, and I was twenty-one. In six years of what I would call a pretty damned exciting sex life, I’d never been so turned on.
Whenever I had sex with anyone for the first time, there was some degree of nervousness that came along with it. But the standard degree of nervousness I generally felt was absolutely nothing compared to what fluttered through my stomach as Terri’s lips closed over mine and I felt her tongue snake between my teeth. Her tongue began wrestling with mine, and it was slick and sweet. It was exhilarating and wonderful and terrifying all at the same time. Frankly, I didn’t have the slightest idea how to react to it. It was sexy, that was for sure, and it was such an incredible kiss, too. It was noticeably different from kisses I had experienced previously, very different from any kiss I had ever received from a man. There was something about it that seemed more like she wanted to enjoy me, to enjoy my mouth and enjoy my tongue, and not so much that she wanted to claim me and my tongue. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but what I do know is that I was melting into the kiss while my heart was beating so hard that I questioned if it would stay in my chest.
When I was with a guy, I never worried about whether or not I was going to do right things. It was never a concern to me whether or not I was going to be pleasing or exciting, because I knew I could show a man my elbow and he’d get aroused. Men are easy like that. I guess, in all fairness, I probably did worry about my performance and sexiness when I lost my virginity, but it was nothing like now. Now it wasn’t enough that I was going to sleep with someone and I could seek comfort in knowing they would enjoy whatever happened. I wanted—no, I needed—this to be really, really good for Terri, and I had no idea how to make that happen. It was crazy. If someone had asked me just a day before, I never would have thought the idea of sleeping with a woman was a possibility for me. Now, as her hands began roaming over my body and I cou
ld feel her nakedness beneath me, all I thought about was how to make sure that this is good for her. I’m not saying that I was a selfish lover before, but this was easily the first time where the other person’s pleasure meant more to me than my own.
The kiss lasted for quite a while, and our hands just kind of roamed over each other’s bodies. Our touches were electric to begin with, but it got shockingly electric when I felt her hands move over my ass. She started to adjust herself so that she could down reach from behind and begin teasing at my pussy with her fingers. It was such an astounding touch, and it reminded me of those first experiences I had back in high school with heavy petting in the backseat of a junky car or something along those lines. I moaned softly against her kiss, and she moved her hands back up to my shoulders, hugging me tightly, and then rolling us over so that she was on top of me. She kissed me again, and then she shimmied down, letting her tongue trail over my throat and then over to one of my breasts, where she flicked at my nipples and sent me into a tailspin of desire.
Although how well I could please Terri was still an issue for me, those thoughts faded to the background as electric currents of lust seemed to just wash over my body because of the administrations of her tongue on my nipples. I moaned softly, and my hands immediately came up to her head, where I stroked her hair and ran my fingers through it. I looked down at her. God, she was beautiful. I could see the way that her dark, dark brown hair contrasted with my pale skin, and there was just something about seeing that sight that accentuated the entire newness of the experience.
Then she began moving downward again. She kissed and she licked over my stomach and my abdomen, sending my gut into rolling flutters of nerves, and then down lower. And when she reached my clit, I was just about ready to scream with both anxiety and anticipation. She built up so much desire in me that, when her tongue swiped over it, I let out a long, low groan. I was desperate, absolutely desperate for release, and it was amazing because everything had been sweet and sensual and soft up until then, and yet it was like she’d been building up with incredibly sexy and powerful roughness despite it all being sweet. She let out a half giggle at my moan, as though she knew that would be my response, and instead of being embarrassed by it, it was kind of endearing. She licked a little more intently and began moving her tongue in circles around my little button until I felt like I was just going mad. She had a way of doing it that increased the desire but never pushed me over the edge, and it was maddening and wonderful all at once. She kept it up for five, six, seven minutes… All she did was bring me closer and closer to orgasm while somehow succeeding in keeping me right at the edge of climax. I’d never experienced anything like this before. It was like dining at a fine restaurants, but only getting tiny spoonfuls of something extraordinarily delicious, continuously feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the main meal but never actually being served it. It was both delightful and maddening. I found myself moaning like an absolute slut, far more vocal than I had ever been with any boy I’d ever been with.