Saturday night (late)
Steve was sound asleep, but I was wide awake. He was a sweet guy, but after everything I'd been through this past week, vanilla sex wasn't enough for me. I needed more.
I grabbed his penis--no response.
I gave up and walked into the kitchen. As I fixed a sandwich, I wished DJ would get home. He'd be up for something dirty--no doubt about it. Who knew where the little pervert learned it all? Porn flicks at the frat house? More likely his secret talks with Joe and Roxy next door (as if I didn't know).
Beer in one hand and sandwich in the other, I walked towards the TV.
A key rattled and the front door swung open. Two strange guys walked in!
They were obviously frat boys and I could hear DJ's car outside, driving away.
I was trapped in the middle of the room, hands full and stark naked. What could I do? I walked right up to them!
Their jaws dropped and their eyes fixed on my chest and my smooth crotch.
"Come on in, guys. Can I get you a beer?" I smiled as they just stood there, mouths still hanging open.
"Uh, we're friends of DJ," the red-headed one finally said. "He forgot something--he'll be right back."
"By the way, I'm Susie," I said, putting down my sandwich and holding out my hand.
"I--I'm Matt," said the tall guy with glasses.
"I'm Bret, We--we've met--I mean, I've--uh--seen you before. Last Tuesday."
I felt myself blush as I remembered that night. "Oh. So I didn't see you but you saw me, right?"
"Uh--"
"I guess you saw all of me, huh?"
"Uh, yeah." He laughed nervously, trying not to stare at my chest.
"It's OK to look at me, guys. I'm used to it. How about those beers?"
They sat on the couch as I turned to walk back into the kitchen.
I handed them their beers and sat down in the recliner across them, giving them a quick peek at my pussy as I curled my legs underneath me.
Silence. More staring.
Matt finally spoke. "DJ said you'd show us your pussy."
"He did, huh."
"He said you'd know what 'penalty' meant."
The little shit. He's not even here and he's trying to control me. Maybe he knows I'm horny enough to go along.
"Yeah, I do," I sighed. "I guess I'd better show you my pussy." I scrunched down in the chair and draped my legs over the arms. "Except I call it my cunt," I said (hopefully warding off more penalties), placing my arms above my head on the top of the chair.
They crowded between my legs.
"Can--can we touch it--I mean her--er you?" Matt asked, looking at Bret, then me.
Both boys looked up at me with big pleading eyes.
"Um--"I felt my middle tingle. "Sure." I had gotten so used to this. "Help yourselves."
Matt timidly touched my labia.
Bret said, "See her hole? Go ahead--slip a finger in--like this."
With his free hand he slid a finger deep inside me. "She's so wet she's slippery," he said, pushing his finger in to the knuckle.
Matt gingerly copied him, slipping a finger halfway in me, then yanking it out and wiping it on my pubis.
He looked at his finger. "She--she smells fishy."
"That means she's turned on," Bret (the expert) said. Go ahead--try it again while I rub her clit."
With two guys stroking and fingering me, I was breathing heavily by the time DJ finally walked in carrying a bag. He leaned down and gave me a kiss. "I see you've gotten to know my frat buddies."
"Well--they've gotten to know me."
DJ gasped. "You're--you shaved! This is beautif--ohmygod. I've got to check this out." His hand caressed my shaved crotch. For a long minute three guys worked over my now-throbbing cunt.
DJ stood up and reached into his bag, pulling out a scarf. He tied it around my eyes.
Matt slipped another finger inside me and asked, "Do you really enjoy being naked?
It's hard to think with fingers moving around in your cunt. "Um, yeah. I do."
Bret asked, "And people staring at your private parts--does that turn you on?"
"I guess my parts are all public now. Yes, it turns me on."
DJ said something to them and the fingers pulled out. My pussy gaped open, wanting more but the room had fallen quiet.
"What--what's going on?"
Hands stood me up and guided me towards the back of the duplex and into a room. DJ's bedroom. I was gently laid on the bed. Someone slipped soft ropes around my wrists and tied them to the headboards.
Hands caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples. Other hands pulled my legs apart and lifted my knees. More ropes fixed me in that position. The guys crowded in so close I felt their breath on my cunt.
Hands returned to my breasts, and other hands opened me up and slipped inside my once (a long time ago) secret place.
DJ said, "See, if you flip up this little hood you can see her clit--"
Little jolts shot through me as they took turns flicking my most sensitive spot.
"Why is she so wet?" one of them asked.
"She's ALWAYS wet," said DJ, "but she actually drips when she's turned on."
Picturesque, DJ. Thanks. But I had to admit he was accurate.
"Like now?"
More fingers slipped inside me--two, three, even four at a time.
"Can--can we do her anus, too?"
DJ said, "How about it, Susie? You like being fingered back there, don't you?"
Ever since last Tuesday night, DJ had been putting as many fingers in my anus as he could. Every day. I didn't mind it anymore. Maybe he was right--maybe I liked it.
I nodded my head.
DJ showed them how to finger my cunt first, then spread my juices around my asshole before plunging in. At least he had the decency to tell them not to put the same finger back in my cunt.
Before long the fingers opening me and stretching me and sliding in and out of me had me closing in on a really big orgasm.
I heard DJ's voice. "How many fingers inside of her?"
"Um--we've got six in her pussy."
The other one said, "Three--make that four--in her asshole."
"That'll work." I heard him rustle his bag.
"You--you're putting that inside of her?"
"Sure. Watch."
The fingers slid out of me. My holes gaped open--THROBBING to be filled again. I was about to beg when DJ smeared something cool and slimy in my open asshole. Something hard and cold and big slid inside. I shivered and started to pant. I felt bumps and ridges on it as he shoved and twisted it deeper inside me.
I instinctively pushed down and realized those ridges kept me from pushing it out. DJ was putting a butt plug inside me!
My anus was already so stretched it only took a few seconds for me to relax around the plug.
But it was my pussy that cried for attention. "DJ, my front--"
"Sure, Susie. In a minute." He pushed the butt plug in past another ridge--stretching me even further.
"Not there! My front!" I was almost in tears. "Just--rub my clit, OK? Please, DJ--I--I'll leave the thing in my butt."
"Susie. You're tied up!"
Just rub me a little--I'll do whatever you want--"
"We--we can fuck you?" I heard one of the frat guys ask.
"No--no--" I moaned.
DJ quickly answered, "Sorry, man."
"But my hard-on is killing me! I've got to have some relief."
