Liz's Fantasy

"Hey, it's Liz. Can I watch someone fuck you?"

I hadn't given Liz much though since I gave her my number before going home with her friend, an occasion I have also written about. The text surprised me, and it took me a few seconds to remember who she was. It had been about a month since my encounter with Justin and his monster cock, and while it was fun I didn't plan on doing it again. I figured that Liz had finally talked Justin into letting her watch him fuck someone, but that someone wasn't going to be me.

"Hey Liz, I had fun with Justin but tbh his dick is a little big for me. Maybe try someone else?"

Her reply came back straight away.

"Not Justin, a guy from work said he'd be down. Are you interested?"

Was I interested? I'd never had sex in front of someone else before, but the idea was intriguing. Having sex with a stranger while another virtual stranger watched? Arousing, but frightening.

"Can I think about it?" I replied, not wanting to say yes or no right away.

"Sure, just let me know. Here are some pics of him." She sent me a couple of nudes of a guy that I didn't recognise. He looked cute enough, and had a nice-looking dick. If he'd come up and hit on me, I probably would have considered going home with him.

I thought about it for a day or two, and did a little reading on voyeurism. Justin had told me that Liz was super-keen on watching two guys fuck, and I liked her enough that I thought I would be comfortable with her watching me. The whole idea made me nervous though; I think I would have been self-conscious enough with someone watching me have heterosexual sex, let alone watching me get fucked by another man; I was still very much in the closet about my bisexuality. Having an audience as I rode a dick would be a degree of openness about my sexuality that I wasn't sure I was ready for. I couldn't even bring myself to share the idea of it with my closest friends, and I was considering letting a stranger watch the reality? It was a really tough choice, and felt kind of pivotal. It felt like a big step towards outing myself; if I was willing to have gay sex in front of someone that I didn't really know, it wouldn't make a huge amount of sense to keep my bisexuality secret from my friends and family. It felt like a big step, but one that I would have to make sooner or later. In the end I realised that I was overthinking it- why not fuck a guy while a cute girl watched? I didn't have to out myself if I didn't want to, but unconsciously I was making mental steps in that direction.

"Hey Liz, I'm down. Let me know when works for you."

Even if it got weird, I could just bail, and at least I would have a good story to show for it.

It took her a few days to sort out the details, but we agreed to meet at her place on a Thursday in three weeks. I felt weirdly calm about the whole thing- it was really no different from hooking up with a stranger, and Liz had made me feel weirdly comfortable the one time we had met. I started to get a little nervous when Thursday rolled around- I wanted to look my best, so I shaved and washed obsessively. About an hour before I had to leave, I found myself picking out an outfit. What do I wear? I wanted to look sexy and confident, but didn't really have anything of the sort in my wardrobe. Eventually I decided that I'd be getting naked pretty quickly anyway, so it didn't really matter, and settled on a t-shirt and shorts.

We were supposed to meet at Liz's place at half nine, and nervous energy meant that I was ready to go by about eight. To alleviate some of my anxiety, I decided to settle in and watch some tv, and ended up running late. I ended up arriving at Liz's place just before ten, running up the steps and knocking on her door apologetically.

She opened the door a crack and peeped around the edge to see who it was before stepping back behind the door and opening it wide to let me in. She closed it behind me and I realised why she had avoided standing in the doorway; she was wearing a corset, lace panties and fishnet stockings, secured by slim garters. Her hair was loose and hanging down almost to her waist, and she wore six-inch stiletto heels. She looked amazing, and for a second all I could do was stare.

"I was about to text you, I thought you weren't going to show!" She locked the front door and started off down the hallway. "Come on, Matt and I are running out of things to talk about." I hadn't moved, and she turned impatiently to see what was holding me up, and caught me ogling her. She smirked and came back to take me by the hand "You aren't here for me, come and meet your co-star!"

She led me down the hallway to her bedroom; she lived in a share-house, and it had been tricky to find a night that all three of us were available and that her room-mates were out. Matt was sitting on her bed, texting someone on his phone, and didn't say anything as we entered. He looked appraisingly at me, and I looked expectantly at Liz. I had no idea how to start, and was hoping that she'd lead the encounter.

Fortunately for me, Liz had a pretty specific idea of what she wanted, and was assertive enough to make it clear. She explained to me that Matt was 100% gay, so she would be involved only as an observer. This was a little disappointing, as I had cherished a small hope that this would turn into a no-holes-barred (pun intended) bi three-way. There was a bottle of lube on her bedside table, along with three condoms (which seemed like too many, but okay). One wall of her room was occupied by a closet with mirrored doors; her bed faced toward it and in front of the mirrored doors was a wicker bucket armchair with a thick cushion, on top of which was a towel. More towels had been placed at the foot of the bed. The room was lit by a dimmer lamp, giving it a cosy and intimate air. Next to the arm chair, on a small side table, were two vibrators and a dildo. It seemed that Liz had given this a lot of thought.

Liz explained that she would sit in the chair and watch as unobtrusively as she could, and asked that we just pretend she wasn't in the room. Privately I thought that it would be a little hard, as she went on to ask that we make use of the towels on the end of the bed. I observed Matt as she spoke- he was about my height and in pretty good shape, though I guessed that he would weigh a little more than I did. I had a swimmer's physique, while he carried a little more bulk. His face was handsome but fairly average-looking, with no real distinguishing features. I found him attractive enough, but wouldn't go out of my way to get his number either. As I studied his face and demeanour from the corner of my eye, I decided that given the option I would rather fuck Liz than Matt.

She asked us if we had any questions and when neither Matt nor myself said anything, she retreated to her chair and gestured at the bed. Matt and I had barely spoken and hadn't really had time to get acquainted, so I wasn't sure how to begin.

I turned to him and he pulled me in immediately for a rather messy kiss- I guess he had no such qualms. We made out for a minute or so; he was a pretty bad kisser, and opened his mouth way too much. By way of getting some relief, I pushed him in to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I leaned forward to pull his shirt off, and started to trace my tongue down his chest. Matt had other ideas, and pushed gently but firmly on the top of my head. He seemed like he was in a bit of rush, and I chalked it up to nerves. I kissed his cock through his shorts before pulling his pants down to reveal his semi-erect cock. I kissed my way back up his chest as I rubbed his cock with my hand; it was a pretty average dick, and I wasn't too stressed about getting inside myself. I moved my hand up and down his shaft while we kissed, then headed back down to take his cock in my mouth. Matt said nothing, just laid back on the bed, but Liz murmured appreciatively from her chair in the corner. I started moving my lips up and down his shaft, grasping the base with my hand; out of the corner of my eye, I could see Liz fidgeting, rubbing her crotch through her panties. Her reaction was turning me on, and I started to warm up to the idea of someone watching me. It was kind of hot, so I decided to give her a bit of a show.

I made eye contact with Liz as I ran my tongue along Matt's cock and smiled at her; she had this kind of hungry, fascinated look on her face, which changed to a smirk as our eyes met. She was running a finger along her lips on the outside of her panties, which was the source of a small damp spot. I turned back to my task, taking Matt's cock in my mouth and moving up and down in long, slow strokes. I was really enjoying making Liz so horny, but it seemed like Matt was a little frustrated by my sedate pace, and he kept raising his hips to thrust deeper into my mouth. I took his cock back out of my mouth and ran my tongue across the tip, sneaking another glance at Liz as I did.

I stood up and pulled my shirt off, followed by my shorts so that I was in my underwear. On the bed, Matt sat up and pulled his shirt off, shaking his underwear off his feet. He was in good shape, muscular and toned, but with more bulk and less definition than me. I pushed him back down on the bed and straddled him, rubbing my asshole on his cock and kissing him. I could hear Liz making appreciative noises from her chair, as Matt gripped and rubbed my ass. My back was now fully turned to Liz so I couldn't see what she was up to, but it sounded like she was liking what she saw.

Matt slipped his fingers inside the legs of my underwear, pulling the cheeks of my ass apart and running his fingers over my asshole. His movements were still more hurried than mine, and he started to tug at the waistband of my underwear. I stood up, still straddling him, and removed my underwear as seductively as I could, swaying my hips and shimmying out of them. I knelt over his legs and took him in my mouth again, arching my back to expose my ass to Liz. My hole was freshly-shaved and as aesthetically pleasing as I could make it, and I hoped she was enjoying the view. Matt was still trying to increase our rhythm- he seemed kind of impatient, so I decided it was time to move on to the main course.

I asked him pass me the lube and moved up to straddle his hips, rubbing lube on my tight hole. I started to rub my slick asshole up and down his cock, arching my back to give Liz a better view, and was rewarded with a moan. Matt was holding my hips, trying to angle them so that his head would be pressed up against my asshole, so I grabbed a condom and passed it to him. He rolled it quickly down his cock and rubbed a generous handful of lube on it before dropping my hips back down.

The head of his cock was pressing against my hole now, and I leaned back and put my hands on this thighs so that I could control the penetration. I relaxed and breathed out, slowly easing his cock into my ass. I usually warmed up with a few fingers first, so it was slow going, but fortunately Matt was willing to go slowly for this bit. I eased the head inside myself, before sliding slowly down his cock and taking it all.

"Oh fuck yeeeaaahhh!" Liz let out a low exclamation as I lowered myself onto his cock, and I leaned forward to kiss Matt and give her a better view. I started riding Matt's dick with long, slow strokes, easing his cock almost all the way out of myself before sinking back down to take him balls-deep inside me. Liz was trying to stay quiet, but little gasps and moans were escaping from her more and more frequently, and I imagined her rubbing her clit in time with my strokes, the two of us sharing sensations.

Matt was holding me firmly by the hips, thrusting upwards as I came down. I leaned down and kissed him again, and he took this opportunity to hold my hips and starting thrusting upwards into me. His rhythm was much faster than mine, with shorter strokes- this guy just was not picking up what I was laying down! I dropped my weight back down and sat up with my hands on his chest, and started to ride him a little quicker. Liz probably couldn't see as much now, but Matt's dick was hitting my g-spot more directly and I was here for some fun too.

I leaned back with my hands on Matt's legs again and ground his cock into my g-spot. I'd never been able to cum hands-free before, but I really wanted to. Behind me, I could hear Liz letting out quiet murmurs of appreciation and pleasure- if this was her trying to be discrete, she must really loud in when she was getting fucked. I leaned forward again, and Matt spoke for the first time since we'd started hooking up.

"Let's do doggy." He was certainly a man of few words. I was enjoying myself and didn't really want to change positions, but I was pretty keen to take a look at what Liz was getting up to from her chair. I moved off of him and turned around so that I was facing Liz and the mirror. Behind me, Matt pulled himself into a kneeling position before entering me again.

Liz was really getting into it- at some point she had taken her panties off, and placed her feet on the arms of her chair. Her right hand was rubbing her clit, while two fingers of her left hand were inside her pussy. She was absolutely dripping; I could see wetness down her thighs, and her pussy was flushed a bright pink. We made eye contact as Matt started to fuck me again with his signature short, rapid strokes. Liz was rubbing her clit frantically as her fingers dove in and out of her with a slick, wet sound. Watching her masturbate while Matt fucked me was driving me crazy, my cock was like a bar of iron, and pre-cum was dripping from my tip in a steady stream. If the angle that Matt had been fucking me at had been better, I would have cum instantly. I pushed back against Matt in time with his thrusts, grunting as his cock hammered into me. The sex was okay, but I absolutely had to have Liz.

"Do you want me to eat you out?" I gasped as Matt drove into me from behind. She half-leaped out of her chair before pausing and looking to Matt for permission. In the mirror, I saw him nod curtly, and she jumped on the bed and wriggled under my mouth. I grasped her hips and brought my tongue down on her throbbing clit, and she all but shrieked with pleasure.

She tasted incredible, and I was in absolute heaven. Matt was still fucking me in a steady rhythm as I applied my tongue diligently to Liz's dripping pussy. She wound her fingers into my hair and dug her nails into my scalp, pulling me into my meal. She was bucking her hips wildly, a little out of time to Matt's thrusts, which made it hard to stay on target by she didn't seem to mind. She crossed her legs over my shoulders, scratching my back with her heels, and I curled my fingers inside of her to find her g-spot. Her moans became screams, and in response Matt picked up his pace. Liz was pressing my face hard into her pussy and Matt was absolutely pounding me from behind. I was the meat in a pleasure sandwich and it was driving me wild. Matt's cock was rock-hard inside me and Liz was so wet that I was in danger of drowning.

Liz's hands suddenly left my head and slammed down onto the mattress, curling and digging her nails into the sheets. She arched her back and I felt her pussy contract around my fingers as her legs started to shake a little. She was cumming, and it almost drove me over the edge too. It seemed to last forever and I slowed down, withdrawing my tongue and fingers a little in case she unbearably sensitive. Matt continued driving into me as quickly as he could and his orgasm came as Liz was still recovering from hers- with a deep thrust and a guttural grunt, I felt his cock twitching inside me. I was a little disappointed as he pulled out my ass- what about my orgasm? I glanced back to look at him but Liz grabbed my hair and pulled my back towards her. Our lips locked and both of our hands fumbled for my cock, and then I was inside her.

I had never been inside someone without a condom on and it felt incredible, and after all of this fucking I was already halfway to the finish line. I started slowly, trying to pace myself and last the distance, but it wasn't going to be easy. I wanted this too badly, and so did Liz. She pulled me into her, locking her legs around my waist and digging her nails into my back as I moved inside her. We were kissing passionately, stopping only to take a breath or let out load moans of pleasure. I tried to hold back and fuck her slowly, but within a few seconds I was driving into her in a frantic rhythm. We were in a frenzy, her hips driving up to meet mine as I fucked her, our mouths absolutely devouring one another. My face was still wet from eating her out and I could taste her juices on both of our lips. It was insanely hot, and I just couldn't hold it.

I managed to hold off for about two minutes before I came hugely in one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. My cock spasmed over and over, jetting cum into her pussy until it came squirting out the sides and running down my shaft. Her arms and legs were locked around me, holding me tightly to her body, and we kissed until I started to get dizzy. There was no question of pulling out, even if I had wanted to. Slowly we relaxed and I withdrew from her; our eyes met, and we smiled sheepishly at one another. I became aware of Matt in the corner of the room, in the act of tying his shoe-laces. We turned to look at him, and he said a terse goodbye before exiting the room. Liz and I exchanged a glance and when the front door banged, we dissolved into fits of laughter.

I rolled over and breathed a huge sigh of satisfaction. "FUCK" I said, rather breathlessly, and Liz smiled wryly.

"We definitely did that alright." I smiled in reply, lost in a post-coital haze. Liz offered me a towel so that I could have a shower, which I immediately accepted. I was an absolute mess; my face and beard were soaked from Liz's mouth and pussy, there was (what I hoped was) lube running out of my distended asshole, and I was drenched in fluids from navel to knee. I hopped in the shower, feeling a little awkward but VERY satisfied, and after a minute or so Liz joined me. I hadn't seen her without heels on before, and I was surprised to see how short she was- she would have barely cleared five foot. She looked very different without the lingerie- she was short, slim and her air of confident sexiness had been replaced with one of endearing vulnerability. She joined me under the water and sluiced some over her engorged pussy; catching sight of my gaze, she reassured me that she was on birth control, for which I was glad. Imagine explaining that story to your child?

We rinsed off in the shower and went back to her bedroom. Liz had fetched a bottle of cheap white wine, and we each sipped it slowly from a cheap plastic cup. We talked a little about what we had just done, and giggled a little at Matt's performance. Liz and I had a both a profound experience, while for Matt it had seemed to just be some fairly standard sex. We talked for maybe an hour, still undressed and lounging on the bed. The intensity with which we had fucked had fostered a kind of comfortable intimacy between us, and neither of us was ready to let it go just yet.

We shared stories of our sexual experiences, and I was surprised to learn that Liz had never tried anal. She shrugged and said that it had always seemed a little daunting, and I ended up telling her about my first time. As I described how my lover had started with a massage, she cocked an eyebrow and rolled onto her stomach. I obediently grabbed some lube and began to massage her back and shoulders. She sighed and relaxed onto the bed, and I continued to tell her about my first time, how after the massage I had pushed my first gay lover down onto the bead and gone down on him. She rolled over and pushed me back on the bed.