A Whole New World

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------JULIA------

My eyes crept open to our sunlit room and the sounds of birds chirping outside. I was laying on my side, naked, one breast spilling over Michaels chest as he held it with the hand of the arm he had wrapped around me.

I squinted at the daylight, struggling to keep my eyes open against the warm embrace of sleep, as I looked up at him.

Michael was

out

. His mouth hung slightly open as he lay there with a blissful look on his face, breathing slow and even breaths. He was so cute like this. So effortlessly sexy that even in his sleep, his limp touch on my breast radiated electricity.

I snuggled against his chest and considered just getting on top of him and letting him wake up inside of me. I even squirmed beneath his arm and lifted my leg to roll on top of him.

Then I felt it. My thighs stuck together and slowly pulled apart as I separated them. I noticed a distant pounding between my legs and a dull soreness. God what did I...?

The events of the previous night slammed back into me. The molly. Michael and I having incredible sex, followed by our journey to the living room where Michael revealed my breasts to everyone. Getting on my knees for Zach and Nathan. Swallowing Zach's load and Chris fucking my brain to mush before he filled my pussy. Taking Nathan's virginity, and letting him practice having sex a couple more times before the night was over. Being passed between my boyfriend and our friends for hours.

A weighty, sickening, guilt grew in my stomach alongside an undeniable arousal. Did I really fuck all of our friends last night? Well, except Zach. He only blew in my mouth and then went home.

Only?

, Jesus Julia. Yeah you ONLY let Zach cum in your throat then run home to his girlfriend. Way to show some restraint. Christ.

How the fuck did this happen? Was it the molly? Did it make us act crazy and do bad things? Was it... not my fault?

An attractive thought. That this one night of obscene debauchery could be firmly compartmentalized like a bottle episode in a procedural TV show. Like I could cheat on the man I love with three of our friends,

in front of him

, and just go right back to normal. God, what would Michael think of me in the sober light of day?

I looked up to him again, sleeping peacefully and happy and felt conflicted. I loved him so much. He was everything I wanted. Everything I needed. I should feel bad. But, I mean HE kind of brought me to the water. All I did was drink. Michael gave me to our friends, and encouraged every action I made. I never would have done all that if it weren't for his whimpering moans and lust-drunk face every time things got more and more serious.

On the other hand, sure Michael

said

he wanted me to experience different pleasures, and even clearly facilitated it. And sure, he'd never lied to me before. But it's not like he explicitly said, 'Hey babe I'd sure love for you to be a disposable cum dump for me and all our friends to blow loads into all night.'

Regardless of all of that budding guilt and worry, one thing was clear. In the moment, last night, I fucking

loved

it. I loved being passed around, pleasing different men with whom I had different connections and dynamics. I loved the disparity between them. Nathan's timid and nervous touch, the knowing and loving way Michael pushed all my buttons just right, Chris' absolute domination and mind-bending confidence and charisma.

But more than anything... Maybe even more than I liked the way Michael looked at me like a fucking goddess when the other men were inside of me. I loved how desirable I had felt to them.

Their compliments, their cum, their willingness to step over what would have been a hard boundary any other game night just to be able to touch me was something I'd never experienced. I knew Michael thought I was sexy and beautiful. And he could even make me feel that way sometimes, despite my insecurities. But there was something about having Chris, who'd been the poster boy for hot, popular, jock, back in high school, so taken by

me

- chubby, imperfect,

me

- that was nothing short of intoxicating.

God, the way Chris picked me up off the floor like he'd done it a million times. Brought me right in front of Michael, and

fucked me senseless

with my head in Michael's lap. Every so often Michael would control me, grab my hair and direct my mouth to his or tell me what position to get into. Chris just knew that it was what I wanted. He saw this unspoken desire within me and delivered it into me, over and over and over.

He didn't ask, because he didn't have to.

It should have felt dangerous, disrespectful, presumptive. And maybe it did. But that's part of what made it so fucking hot. It WAS all of those things, but his desire for me outweighed his desire to be tactful. Plus, it's really our fault for blurring the boundaries.

I noticed my hand had roamed to my sore pussy and I was rubbing myself to my thoughts.

Fuck it. The only way to know how Michael felt about last night was to ask, and I could only do that when he was awake.

I lifted my leg, and rolled on top of him. Letting my breasts rest on his chest as I rocked my hips against his slowly growing length. The molly had worn off, but I was still insatiable.

Michael stirred beneath me, groaning as his eyelids flitted awake. I rocked harder against him, desperate to get him erect enough to penetrate me. His eyes suddenly shot open and his hands snapped to my body, clearly trying to make sense of what was happening.

I leaned over him, bringing my face to his.

"Morning honey. How'd you sleep?" I asked, finally feeling his cock grow rigid enough for me and angled myself to slip him in.

"Slept great. Woke up... nngghhhh fuckkk" He groaned as I managed to take his cock inside of me, "even better."

I moaned as I felt him swell in my raw and sore pussy. A shiver shot through me as his cock pressed against my insides, and I couldn't help but begin to slam my ass up and down on him, craving the kind of fuckings I had received last night.

"Jesus, baby, how are you still so turned on? I thought you'd be too worn out after last night." He laughed, digging his fingers into my hips as I bounced.

He remembered. And he seemed... fine? Hell, more than fine, he was groaning inside me and laughing. He'd watched me get passed around for hours. Watched what Chris did to me, how he made me feel. And he's... fine with it? I felt relief wash over me. I know he was just as, if not more so, responsible for what happened last night. But part of me was worried what he'd think about me. What he'd think about us.

Strangely, there was a twinge of something else there. Why

wasn't

he upset? I felt like my whole world would crash down if I saw him do something like what I'd done. I wouldn't be able to handle it let alone encourage it. Why wasn't he mad that someone like Chris was able to turn me into a whimpering mess with only his cock? Whatever, we'd deal with that feeling when Michael wasn't burrowing inside of me.

"Never too worn out for you, baby. I woke up feeling slutty. And your slut wanted some dick." I smiled as my legs got tired and I resorted to desperately rocking my hips against him.

"My slut?" Michael grinned, wrapping his arms tight around me in a bear hug, "I like the sound of that."

In a flash he rolled us over, barely staying on the bed. Now that he was on top he took over the thrusting. God, he could read my body like a fucking book sometimes. And I loved the aggression. We had a great back and forth, swapping dominance, but sometimes (most of the time) I wished he'd just control my fucking world. Tear my clothes off, grab my tits, and fill me up.

I screamed as he slammed into me and kissed my neck. I could feel the hot swirl of an orgasm begin to form and squeezed my eyes shut at the sensation.

"Unnnggghhh, suck my tits! Suck my tits baby please!" I groaned. I loved a mouth on my nipple. And Michael knew just the way to do it to send me over the edge. Teasing one, then alternating and teasing the other. He liked it allllmost as much as I did.

Surprisingly, he hesitated.

My eyes shot open, furious with desperation, right as his mouth lowered to my right breast. I giggled as my body vibrated at the touch of his tongue circling my nipple and kissing around it. Fuck yes. That's it baby. Play my body like an instrument.

Only, he didn't alternate. Instead focusing solely on one breast. My body shook as the orgasm approached, I wanted it all.

"My...mmm... other tits feeling left out baby." I moaned, stroking his hair, and his mouth pulled from my breast with a POP.

"Fuck... it's uh... kinda covered." He said, looking at my chest with a conflicted longing.

I buried my chin in my chest and looked down my body. I hadn't noticed earlier, but Michael was right. My left breast was absolutely covered with what I could only imagine was dried cum. Globs and trails of a slightly white flaky substance stuck to my skin and ran all the way down from the top of my breast and over my nipple. When did that even happen? It had been such a whirlwind last night.

"It's probably yours baby please, GODDDD.... I'm so close." I shifted underneath him, my body was frustrated and needy for his mouth. So. Close.

"It's not... you don't... remember?", he said as he kissed my neck in consolation.

"PLEASSEEE baby make me cum make me fucking AH--"

I drew in a sharp, giddy, breath as his mouth made contact with my left breast licking and sucking all over. Immediately I felt the heat within me swell and begin to overtake me. More than just the physical sensation of his mouth on my breast as he pounded me, I loved that he did it at all. He wanted me to cum badly enough to suck my cum-crusted tits. Someone

elses

cum based on his reaction. He loved my tits more than he hated strange cum. That's my man.

As the world slowly came back into focus from my shaking and screaming orgasm I noticed I was holding his head against my breast, and it conformed to his face like a cast made just for him. It's where he belonged. I allowed a few more seconds of burying his face against me before my body calmed down enough for me to release him.

He raised his head from me, as he continued to thrust inside of me.

"Whose cum is it baby?" I moaned, desperate to remember.

"Chris." He replied, breathless and eyes glazed with lust.

"Tell me what Chris did to put that there." I cooed as I caressed the back of his head.

He groaned at those words, and propped himself up on his elbows on top of me, letting his hands press my tits together.

"You were on your knees, between his legs. Sucking him." He picked up the pace, slamming into me even harder. He was close too.

"He grabbed your tits, placed them on either side of his cock, and then --"

"Spat on my chest." I finished the sentence for him. My memory returning.

"Godddddd, he spat on my fucking chest, right between my tits. Then told me to do it too." I moaned, thrusting my hips up to meet his, "what did I say baby?"

He growled as pounded me. Both of us relishing in the memory

"You said, 'yes sir'"

I giggled, wild and unhinged as he buried his face in my tits.

"That's right. I said 'yes sir' and then I put his cock right where your face is now, and made Chris cum with my tits." I whispered in his ear, loving how much he was getting off to it.

His body shuddered and he slammed into me, hard.

"His first rope hit my chin"

SLAM

"The second pumped right over my breast"

SLAM

"The third dribbled out, right between my tits."

"FUCCCKKKKK" Michael screamed into my chest as his body became rigid, and I felt more of the hot liquid that was dried into the skin where Michaels face was fill up my pussy.

I squirmed against his cock as he twitched inside of me. Giddy butterflies filled me up. How fucking lucky was I? That I could relive a story of another man cumming all over me, and he was into it?

Who knew that THIS is where our journey of growth and experimentation would lead us? To Michael whimpering and thinking about his best friend fucking me as he unloads inside me. To me, actually enjoying it! Is this where it would end? Would I be satisfied with that? Would Michael? Who knew a little molly and a little lust could catapult our otherwise quite vanilla relationship into the sexual stratosphere?

I caressed Michaels hair and cooed in his ear as he his cock finished pumping and he caught his breath.

"So I take it you enjoyed last night?" I said, softly in his ear.

"Enjoyed?" He laughed, "I fucking LOVED it."

I felt so relieved. Whatever filth and debauchery we had gotten up to. Michael didn't think less of me. I had worried that I had gotten too wrapped up in getting the attention and desire of the other men, that I had damaged the desire of the one who really mattered.

"What about you?" He asked looking up at me from where his head rest between my tits.

I just laughed, "ME? It was insane baby! I loved it!"

He laughed, planting kisses all over my breasts. Whether there was cum there or not.

"Told you they wanted you.", He smiled, "So... What about next game night?"

------MICHAEL------

I think it's fair to say we both had a pretty great fucking time. And Julia had many great

fuckings

.

Seeing her come out of her shell and command the room last night was incredible. She was radiating the sexuality and confidence I had always seen inside of her, that she was too shy to indulge in. I think, finally, she was able to see just how attractive she was to the world. If only for one night.

Her thickness and curves weren't something to be ashamed of, but something to revel in. Her body exudes feminine sexual energy. And God, did she exude it last night.

After our morning sex, I filled Julia in on some of the happenings towards the end of the night that she was spotty on. Like the tit-fucking she gave Chris, and Julia waking Nathan up for one last fuck before he and Chris left to go back home.

What I

didn't

share was my mild uncomfortability with some of what happened last night. Some of the kisses she and Chris shared were... intense. In a way I wasn't at all expecting to feel. Watching them hold each other, while she rode him, made me feel like a third wheel at best or invisible at worst.

But, it was just a small thing, and I truly enjoyed the rest of the night with no reservations. Seeing her be so thoroughly desired and enjoyed by everyone was so hot. And the way she handled all of them was even hotter. She led us all through hours of deviancy, with a fuck-drunk smile on her face.

We lay in bed going over the night, and the future. We agreed at any point, either of us could call things off, for whatever reason and that would be it. But neither of us wanted it to. I wanted her to experience what she had last night again, and she seemed plenty happy to jump back in too.

We cuddled for a moment, lost in our memories and the comfort of each other before we agreed a shower was in order. She was, by all accounts, a fucking mess. Hair disheveled and strands stuck to her body in places, various fluids acting as an adhesive to her soft skin. The makeup she had worn was now streaking down her face, whether by sweat or tears of joy, it made her look even more alluring.

I loved this look for her, but cleaning up was certainly in order. I didn't necessarily

want

to lick dried cum off her tits again.

We ran to the bathroom like two teenagers high on each others energy and jumped into the shower together. I rubbed soap into her slippery body as the hot water fell on us. We washed the previous night off of each other as we kissed beneath the falling water.

Once we'd finished, and gotten dressed, a sudden thought shocked me out of our post-coital bliss.

"Oh shit, we should text Zach. I... feel bad for putting him in that position" I said, as we walked back to our bed.

"Oh my godddd that's right. Tell him I'm sorry but I really wanted to suck his cock soooo." She teased.

"Yeah, I think I might use different words babe.", I laughed as I picked my phone up off the nightstand.

As soon as I opened the screen, I saw a had a new text, from Nathan.

Nathan: Hey man. Hope everything's cool between us after last night. I'm gonna text Julia too just so you know! And thank you so much.

Aw, that's pretty nice of him. Obviously I had zero issue with what had happened, and I could only imagine how his mind would be reeling today. As someone who also lost their virginity to Julia, I can say it's a pretty incredible experience. I wondered what he texted Julia if that's what he sent me.

As I typed out a text to Zach to check in, I told Julia that Nathan had texted her. She'd just finished getting dressed, and grabbed her phone from her side of the bed.

I scooted next to her as I sent Zach's text and put my phone down. Eager to see what Nathan had said.

Surprisingly, she actually had two new texts. One from Nathan, and one from Chris. She opened Chris's first.

Chris: Last night was fucking insane. I hope we get to play similar games next game-night. I can't wait ;).

It wasn't anything particularly different from what Nathan had said in his text to me. But I felt a strange feeling deep in my stomach as I read it. I don't know if it was the fact that he didn't tell me he was texting her like Nathan did, or the fact that Julia was biting her lip through a smile as she read it.

Hell, would I really be feeling this way if Nathan didn't tell me he was texting her either? Or was it just the disparity in behavior that had made it seem kind of... shifty.

Either way, she closed the message and navigated to Nathan's.

Nathan: Thank you so much Julia. You're so amazing. I hope we can still hang without things being weird. It was just, incredible. You were incredible.

It was so earnest and understanding of the dynamic, and the way Julia giggled as she turned the phone to me made me so happy. She was really enjoying the effect she had on them. Maybe I was being silly for feeling weird about Chris's text. If it made Julia feel good, that's all that mattered.

------JULIA------

The week after our first game night was a total power-up for our relationship. We were having sex multiple times a day after work as we fantasized about what might happen at the next game night.

Michael loved the new confidence that was flowing through me, and I loved all the attention he was giving me because of it.

We were on FIRE. Our relationship had been loving, and stable, and trusting, but this whole dynamic had added a new level of excitement for us. And in this excitement, Michael said he had an idea for game night.

He wouldn't tell me what it was, but he told me I'd like it.

Zach wasn't coming this time. When he went home last time, his girlfriend was pissed that he did drugs at our house. I guess the molly was obvious, even if the cocksucking wasn't. As far as I knew, his little, tiny, very minor affair with my mouth was still a secret from his girlfriend, and I certainly didn't want to rock the boat. It would be a shame that I wouldn't get another chance to try out a different cock for Michael, but I was plenty happy with the remaining options.

Nathan gave me that puppy-dog, obedient, and absolute wide-eyed obsession that I enjoyed so much. And Chris... well, Chris gave me something totally different. The kind of guy I never thought would be attracted to me, giving me the kind of sex I was just starting to understand I so desperately needed.

The way Chris just picked me up and took me on the spot last time was one of my favorite memories to return to. He just, controlled me in a way that lit my insides up. Michael would do similar things too, when I asked. But Chris was a fucking natural. I couldn't wait for whatever game Michael had in store.