"Hey guys! Thanks for coming over. Come on in," I said. Two of my old friends, Dave and Steve came into the apartment, and I showed them into the living room.
After the last couple group episodes with Candy, I'd gotten a little uneasy about how commanding she was (and how obedient I was, to be honest). I reminded her of her intention to test her limits, and got her to agree to this party. Steve and Dave thought they were coming over to watch the game with me, but we planned to convince them to add gangbanging Candy into the agenda. Randy was there to help pump up the action, and give Candy some familiarity.
I introduced Dave and Steve to Randy, then told them that for reasons they didn't need to know, Candy had agreed to wait on us during the game. She'd bring us our beers and snacks. Then I knocked on the big bedroom door. "Candy, the guys are here!"
She came out to the living room in butthugging short shorts, with a cameltoe leaving little to the imagination, and a cutoff team sweatshirt cropped so high you could see underboob with no effort.
The guys gasped. I gasped. I introduced Dave and Steve. She gave them each a hug, pressing her braless breasts firmly into their chests.
She brought everybody a beer, and headed back to the kitchen saying, "I'll get you guys some snacks."
Watching her walk away, Steve said, "I see a snack I'd like."
"That's no snack, that's a full-course meal," Dave replied.
"Guys!" I said. "C'mon..."
We talked over the beginning of the game. Catching up. Steve and Dave and I had all known each other a long time. We'd actually met through our wives, and now all of us were divorced. Steve had been divorced the longest. He seemed to kind of float through the marriage and divorce and all of life in general. It didn't make much impact on him, and he didn't make much impact on it. Dave was the most recently divorced, and he was bitter about it. We tried to support him and cheer him up, but he'd lost everything. Not even his job had survived the process. He hadn't been fun to be around for the past year, but we kept trying.
The guys asked Randy some basic stuff, but he kept his answers short, and just watched the game.
Candy brought another round of beers. The guys couldn't keep their eyes off her: a fit, tanned 5'10" blonde with a bubble butt, D cups, long legs, shining blue eyes, and a happy smile. Conversation stopped and no one watched the game when she walked into the room. Randy slipped his hand up under the sweatshirt and fondled one of her breasts when she brought him his beer. Dave spotted it and asked, "Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"No" Candy answered, "we're just fuckbuddies."
That popped the old guys' eyes open.
Dave pressed, "How many fuckbuddies do you have?"
Steve added, "How do I get on the list?"
"I'm trying to find out how many," she said. Then, looking at Steve, "maybe you can get a tryout." She put her finger in her mouth and gave him an innocent look, then walked over right in front of him, and flipped the sweatshirt up and down. Then she turned, looked over her shoulder at his face, then his tenting lap, and then walked away.
She came back in the room with more snacks, but no top on. "That sweatshirt was just too hot!" She said. "You guys like these snacks?"
Steve just stared. Dave said, "I could eat them all afternoon."
"Well," she said, "Randy copped a feel before. I thought, to be fair, you should all get a chance to touch my boobs if you want to." She was standing in front of Steve, leaning forward to set the snacks down on the table beside him. Her breasts swung invitingly. HIs hands came up to cup them. She slid onto his lap, facing him. He caressed, massaged, and mashed her breasts, rubbing his fingers across the nipples until they were firmly erect. "You want to kiss them don't you?" She whispered to Steve.
He nodded.
"Go on. Do it. Kiss them, lick them, suck them."
He did, and soon was taking one fully into his mouth while he massaged the other. She threw her head back, pushing her chest more into his face.
And then she was up and moving.
Steve's mouth hung open and he stared in disappointment.
Candy dropped onto Dave's lap. "Go on" she said. He clutched at her, squeezed her breasts so they stood up and out. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinched them, pulled on them. Her nipples stretched. He tugged one to his mouth, squishing the breast to aim it. Then he bit it. Pretty vigorously. Her face set into a pained grimace. His hand clutched aggressively at her other breast, holding her firmly. She grabbed at his wrist and pushed herself off him. The finger and teeth marks were clear on her pale breasts.
As she turned from him, he gave her ass a good strong slap.
She came over to me, sliding onto my lap and pulling my head to her breasts. Bending down she whispered, "that guy's an asshole." I tongued her breasts, soothing the red marks, then I pushed my face between them. She raised her arms to use the forearms to press her breasts in against my face. I went for the ol' motorboat, with loud, exaggerated blubbering sounds. By the time I raised my head up she was laughing.
She got off me and headed out of the room.
Randy called, "What about me?"
"Oh, right." She walked over to him. "Here." She hefted one of her breasts like she was gauging the weight, and pressed it toward his face. He flicked his tongue at it. Then they repeated with the other. And she left the room.
"Hey Dave," I said. "Be nice. This is really good for all of us, but you're going to screw it up."
"That bitch wants it, and she wants it hard," he said. "She'll take it the way I give it."
"Seriously, man."
"Yeah," Randy said. "She'll get nasty if you treat her nice."
"C'mon Dave, I want to get laid," Steve said.
"Fuck, whatever."
He drank his beer and we half-watched the game. Actually, he guzzled the beer. Then he lurched to his feet. "Gotta piss."
A couple minutes later we heard Candy's voice, "I'll bring you that."
And him, "Good, bring it."
He came plodding back into the room. She was right behind him with a beer.
And no pants.
The shorts had left little to the imagination, but now all she had on was a lacy bright red thong. She put Dave's beer down on the side table, and slid away from his reaching hand to stand in the middle of the room.
"Guys, in case you didn't notice, I'm bored and horny. So here's the deal: I'm going back into the big bedroom in a minute, and you're all invited. One at a time, or all at once. No holes barred." She spun to face each of us in turn. As she did, the gleam of the jeweled buttplug shone under the g-string thong. "There's just two rules," she went on, "We don't know each other that well, so condoms are a must. Fortunately, I have a supply. The other rule is I'm like a postage stamp: you gotta lick it before you stick it! Where you want to put put your dick, you gotta put your mouth there first. So if anyone wants to titty fuck, you're all set already. Give me a kiss right now, and the way is clear for blowjobs too."
She walked around the room, kissing us each in turn. Then, ass wiggling, and the butt plug in it winking, she walked out of the room.
We all stared.
Randy spoke first, "This game's not that good. I'm going in. Just for your information, I like to fuck pussy more than anything. So I'm gonna lick her clit a little. I don't care if you wait out here, or come on in, but I wanna go solo. At least with condoms the seconds won't be too sloppy, right?
Then he got up and walked after her, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.
Steve said, "What the fuck? Why's he first?"
"It's a good idea," I said. "He's her fuckbuddy already. He'll warm her up good and she'll be ready for whatever. Listen, I'll go last. You two do what you want. Take turns or both together. Spitroast her, DP her if you want. Or take her to yourself."
"I can't stop thinking about her titties," Steve said. "I never had a woman invite me to fuck her tits before. But a blow job.... Did she invite us to fuck her ass, too?"
"Remember," I said, "lick it before you stick it. I've dicked her ass, and I've licked her ass. I promise you it'll be clean enough to eat"
We watched the game, waiting, drinking beer. Steve was groping himself through his pants. I'd never paid attention before, but his semi-erect cock was slender and longer than average, it seemed. After a bit, he got up. "I gotta piss." He walked out of the room.
Dave kept sucking on his beer. We watched the game. Steve called from the kitchen, "You guys want another beer?"
"Sure"
He came in with three. "Dave, you wanna go next with Candy? You wanna flip a coin or somethin'?"
"You go ahead, Steve. I'm gonna ruin her for whoever comes after me."
"Whattaya mean, Dave?"
"You guys have seen my hog, right?"
That's right! Dave has the biggest cock I've ever seen. Longer than anyone else's I know, and way thicker too. I had no concerns about Candy being able to take it, but he might be right that she'd be stretched, gaped, and pounded by the time he was finished.
Steve said, "That's right! Well thanks, Dave. Shit! I haven't even been laid in months. I hope I can hold out long enough to have a little fun with her."
