Saturday morning, already 85 degrees. Not a cloud in the sky.
Lisa Tanner was glued to her cell as boyfriend Mark was getting dressed. Awaiting her neighbor Greg to text yet again the current number of party goers. His last text left things at 22 .
"What if it's only 22?" She questions Mark as he leans over to tie his boots.
"Then you tell Greg 22 is good enough." He shrugs.
"Are you certain you want me to do this?" She pauses.
"If you want me to be more open minded then shut the hell up and succeed at this. Chickening out?"
She frowns, "Maybe I want to be a whore. No way will I NOT do this. Unless you order me not to."
"Nope. You're doing this and if I decide I want it again you will NOT fight against it."
Taken by surprise Lisa grins from ear to hesitant ear, "Again? Yes Sir! I love this new you."
As they smile mischievously her cell pings, "Wow! From 22 to 33. How did that happen?"
"Text back. Good job. Find more if you can."
She does so while pacing about then receives the reply of , "I'll do my best."
Mark stands up and goes to the closet by the front door. She trails behind him in her short nightie. Reaching into the closet he drags out a hanger that held a micro thin bikini. In her favorite color of yellow.
"Here! Wear this."
She accepts it and grins, " From the Candi collection?"
"Yep. I'm leaving. Feel free to start without me. I'll sneak in once I know its safe."
With a warm kiss she watches him leave. Once his car pulls away she calls Greg.
"It's me! Mark just left. I have a skimpy new yellow bikini. I'm going to shower and smell yummy for all of you. I'll walk out at noon."
Time flies. As Noon approaches she looks out her kitchen window and spies sixteen guys crowding around the back yard. She texts Greg, "I count 16." He types back 8 more in the house."
Another text, "On my way out now."
Gathering her blanket and oil she dons her sunglasses. A glance in the mirror revealed barely no bikini. Eye patches over nipples and pussy. She shaved her pubic region micro fuzzy. Nothing but buried string up her ass crack. Shivering she headed out.
Moving to the center of her back yard she heard silence. Spreading her blanket out she bent over facing Greg's guests. That's when the whistles filled the air. She smiled from ear to ear.
"This must be how Candi feels."
Sitting down she looked over at them and lowered her shades. Grinning she literally tossed her bottle of oil at the crowd. One of the men kicked it back leaving her shocked. Then she noticed each of them had a bottle of baby oil all their own. Giggling she lays down on her stomach. Without so much as a waver Randy took the lead and prompted men to surround her.
Eighteen men circled her as Randy stands over her dribbling oil on her backside from head to toe.
Randy's friend Bruce took advantage and was first to move in for the kill.
"Still sexy as ever I see." Bruce recites.
"Hi Bruce. Don't miss a spot."
"No tan lines." He immediately untied her top and bottoms pulling them free of her.
"My, you don't waste any time." She takes a deep breath.
Swiftly, seven men dropped around her and began racing hands over her body. Glossy and golden she felt sexy as hell. She adored each and every hand. Fourteen hands in all. One set of hands pried her cheeks apart and allowed everyone to admire her anal delight.
"That's a thing of beauty. We're going to fuck that today." said a stranger.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM! Please do." She had been wearing a butt plug for two days up until she and Mark woke up.
Another man leans in and licks her ass hole causing goosebumps all over her flesh.
"Oh that feels awesome."
She felt her feet being lifted and toes being sucked on. She buried her head in her hands at how delicious the attention felt. As she enjoyed it she heard zippers lower and pants drop all around her. A man sits down in front of her face and scoots under her on the blanket. He prods her to look up and lift herself to make his entrance beneath her chin. He then snatches her chin up to look her in the eye.
"Suck that cock long and harsh."
Six inches cleared her jaw and entered her throat . Against her will he held her face down to swallow nearly his whole six inches. She loved the power exchange. Her face became scarlet as his balls bulged under her chin.
As he removed his hand she unleashed his cock from her throat gasping for air. Webs of saliva dangled between he and his cock. Then it dawned on her. This was the first cock other than Mark's that she had in her mouth. It was delicious. Larger than Mark's in girth only.
She whimpers looking at it, while feeling hands roll all over her back, a tongue wagging at her ass. In response she reaches toward the dick and primes it's trajectory back into her parted lips. Her tongue swirled around the crown then immediately engulfed it. Back and forth she fed on it. Hearing his groans stimulated her hormones.
Her thoughts kept drifting back to Mark's reaction of this event. Her honesty turned him into more than she imagined. Maybe she should have talked to him last year. Her thoughts were becoming erratic now. All she could concentrate on was Mark's smile in her mind. This attention was keeping the rest of her focus at bay.
In the fever of sucking this man off she hears Greg step in behind the men at her feet.
"Dammmmmmmmmmmmmn! I never expected you to really go through with this Lisa."
Hearing this she peels her lips from the cock to glare back at Greg. Her cheek caressing the penis to compensate her loss.
"Are you going to let your party claim me before you do?"
She witnesses a round of vented dares. Goading Greg.
The man licking her ass moved aside to let Greg kneel down between her legs. Even the toe patrol eased back giving him room. In response Greg rolled his hands over her ass, squeezing and prying her cheeks apart.
She repositioned slightly on to her knees in order to arch her hips. His fingers slid lower to rub at her drenched pussy.
"Sweet Jesus! This pussy is soaked."
Lisa again halts her sucking to leer back, "Fuck me Greg. You need to be the first. It's been a year since you last touched me. I know you want this badly."
"That I do!" He unfastens his pants and drops them to his knees before deciding he needed to take them completely off. After a few minutes to kick off his shoes and pants he returns to her. A few more seconds to stroke himself he rubs his crown on her pussy lips. More pressure to fuck her echoed like a chant.
In response he stabs his cock into Lisa and hears her moan loudly with her mouth full. He grips her by the hips and utilizes his thumbs to pry her cheeks apart for a worthy view of his thrusting. He exhaled with a whistle at her pussy tightly stretching out with his cock.
He looks up at the other men, "Look how pink this pussy is. Mark's one lucky man."
His words prompt Lisa to pull away from the groaning gent laying under her, "No Greg. You're one lucky guy. My pussy loves you right now."
This made the crowd applaud with chuckles. Greg in turn nodded his approval.
She decided to stroke the man in her mouth ferociously while Greg enjoyed the support of his party. Knowing by the man's reaction he was ready to cum, Lisa puckered her lips over his crown and stroked him harder until his jizz spewed all across her lips. The man's cum tasted almost minty.
As he crawled out from under her she turned her attention fully on Greg.
"Greg? Roll me over and make love to me." Her tone of voice was erotic as hell to every man there.
Greg chuckled and slipped out long enough to assist her into laying on her back. Legs wide he grips her ankles and thrusts back inside her. Her eyes were hidden by her sunglasses and Greg hated that. He leans in to lower over her 36C's and removes her glasses. The sunlight made her squint.
"I need to see those beautiful eyes."
She offered him a facial expression of pure desire. Arm's wrapping around his shoulders she draws him closer to whisper in his ear, "Did I ever tell you I knew you were spying on me long before that first tanning session? I left my blinds open just for you. Every weekend I let you watch me. I loved the attention you were offering."
He begins kissing her neck and shoulders as he pounds away at her thighs. His craving of this woman long overdue he decided to slow up and enjoy her expressions. Hoisting up on his hands he admired her beauty. Her tits jiggling with each thrust.
"You feel so good, Greg. Cum with me."
Taunted by her tightening muscles he senses her pressure building up. Her face crimson and eyes bulging. Whimpering gasps slipped through her excessive moans. In time both of them were treated to the others juices.
In a ball of sweat Greg collapsed over her, sharing in heavy breathing and twitching muscles.
Finally, Randy grumbled, "Enough sensitivity. I want some of that pussy."
Chuckles all around Greg eases back and stands up over her. His shadow covered her body.
"I could get used to that." He winks down at her.
Glaring up she smiles, "I bet every guy here tells me that when they finish. Let's find out if I'm right. Randy?"
"I can say that before I even get started." He boasts.
Discarding his clothing Randy lays down beside Lisa and tilts her on to her right profile. He then slithers in to penetrate her from the side. His grip holds her left leg high for best advantage. This gives the crew a view of her jiggling breasts, along with perfect entry.
She felt his strength holding her in position. Mark had similar strength but never once did he try this position. She absolutely loved it.
Men facing her crouched down and leaned in to pinch her nipples and occasionally slap at them. Her face explored every sensation dramatically. Scanning about at the men she notices more than a few jerking off.
"No!" She whined, "I want you to fuck me. Not lose it too soon."
The men struggled to contain their temptation. As time drifted by she received more and more attention.
By the end of her first hour she had been fucked by six men. All in various positions. With the heat exhausting them she herself felt her body burning from the sun.
Randy now drinking heavily noted her skin reddening. With a final swallow of his beer he hands it off to a buddy. At that point he bent down and picked her up to her surprise. Without a word he carried her toward Greg's house and through a held open door. Inside she panicked slightly. She knew Mark couldn't see her now. He wouldn't know what was going on.
Carried to Greg's bedroom he casts her on a king size bed. She bounced on the mattress and found herself laying there on her back staring up in awe. The room was filling up with men. To her disbelief Greg approached her with a damp wash clothe and sat down beside her. He began dabbing it along her skin to cool her down. Another man did the same and cleaned her body of cum splatter.
This tenderness caught her off guard.
