** Contains male-on-male sex **
There was another knock at the door. I answered it. "Hey, Paul, what's up?"
"Justiiiinnn," he drawled, and my tall friend stepped into the suite.
"You know Craig, of course. This is James, he's bi. James, Paul is not. And this ... is Madelyn."
It was her idea, enthusiastically supported, then arranged, by me. Madelyn is a total exhibitionist. She loves her body and loves getting naked. And if anyone was to get off on that, she thought, well, that just made the world a better place. I had jerked off countless times to her dirty selfies and movies, and we masturbated often together on webcam and in person. The next thing to do, it seemed, was to share the love. Sure, she could circulate her pics and movies, but that risked losing control of distribution. And she really did enjoy the intimacy of men appreciating her in person rather than simply imagining that they were at some random time and some random place.
It was surprisingly easy to arrange. I had simply booked an upscale hotel room for a night and messaged some close friends who I suspected would have an interest. I had rearranged the suite that morning, pushing the chaise lounge into the middle of the room as a makeshift stage, surrounded on three sides by a sofa, a line of barstools, and the bed.
Madelyn sat on the chaise lounge, legs together and folded to one side beneath her. Her arms were straight, palms flat on the sofa either side of her knees. She had made a very special effort for the event. She wore a scarlet bra trimmed with black lace and a diaphanous baby-doll chemise. Her panties coordinated. Sheer black stockings were supported by a lace garter belt, and she wore black, open-toed mules with long, spike heels. Dark brown hair flowed to her shoulders, and her green eyes were heavily made up with shadow, liner, and mascara. "Hi, Paul," she smiled, with lips painted a dark red.
Paul grinned as he opened a beer bottle and propped himself against a barstool. "So this is really happening, is it?"
"That's why we're here," I replied. "And now that's all of us." I sat down on the bed next to James who was sitting cross-legged. "Alright, Maddy. Showtime."
"Well, okay, then," she responded. I could tell that she was a little nervous, even though she had wanted to do this for some time. Unfolding her legs, she placed her feet on the floor, knees wide apart. She slowly leaned forward and reached down to her ankles giving Craig, on the sofa opposite, an unobstructed view of her generous cleavage. Slowly, sensuously, Madelyn's fingertips glided over her stockinged calves and thighs. They continued over her hips and torso, playfully lifting the chemise, then letting it fall. Locking eyes with Craig, she lazily brought each hand to the points of her bra, her fingers making small circles around the nipples beneath the fabric. Her fingers trailed up her chest and shoulders, and behind her neck, gathering up her hair which she pushed up languidly, then let fall. Her arms continued until they were straight above her head, then she brought them down in a slow, expansive circle to her sides.
Craig was transfixed. The hand that had been resting on his knee was now at his crotch, massaging an obvious bulge in his jeans. Leaning against the stool, Paul too was fixated, one hand holding his beer, the other in his pocket as he shifted from foot to foot. I glanced across at James, who grinned.
Reaching behind her back with both hands, Madelyn unclipped her bra. It remained in place, sitting loosely on her shoulders. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she slipped the straps down her arms until the bra fell beneath her breasts. Madelyn has a magnificent pair; heavy and firm, peaked by large, dark brown nipples that became incredibly erect when she was aroused, as she was now.
Reclining on one elbow, Madelyn raised a foot to the chaise, keeping her legs spread. Now facing Paul, she slowly pulled up her chemise, the lingerie now bunched at her curvy waist. Bringing her free hand to her mound, her middle finger trailed down the fabric to the wet patch that had formed between her legs, and she made small circles around it.
She returned her foot to the floor and, with feet together, she stood to face James and me on the bed. Holding me in a smoldering gaze, she bent at the waist, legs straight. Slipping her fingers into the band of her panties, she slowly lowered them until they fell around her shoes. Paul now had prime view, unable to take his eyes off Madelyn's curvaceous ass. Remaining in her pose, Madelyn took a step to the side, and brought a hand between her thighs. Sliding it back, she parted her slick labia with her fingers, and wantonly wiggled her hips side to side.
Paul succumbed. Freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans, he stroked it gently up and down. It was the only time I had seen my straight friend's dick. Like him, it was long and skinny; at least nine inches jutting from a tuft of thick, dark pubic hair. As hot as Madelyn's performance was, Paul's exposed cock turned me on just a little more.
Madelyn sat back down on the chaise. She brought her wet fingers to her lips before taking them into her mouth, making a lascivious show of savoring her juices. Reaching beneath the sofa, she retrieved a large, purple vibrator. She then reclined completely, bringing her spike heels up to the chaise, and spreading her legs wide. Placing the tip of her vibrator at her clit, she flicked it on. The buzz of the toy joined the jingling of Paul's loose belt buckle, and now Craig's, as he released his own cock. His was perhaps six inches long emerging from a thicket of dark blond hair. Craig was mesmerized by Madelyn's cunt, a bead of sweat at his brow as he gripped his shaft in a tight fist. A fat, purple head emerged from his thumb and forefinger as he stroked himself in short, vigorous movements.
Madelyn repositioned the vibrator, pointing it away from her, and then gently pushed it an inch or two. She held in there, twirling it in small circles. "Oh ... oh ... oh ...", she gently moaned with eyes closed. Then suddenly she plunged the toy into herself with a grunt, her now saturated pussy talking all of its eight inches. With lip curled and knuckles tensed, she began to fuck herself energetically, "Uh-uh-uh" with each powerful thrust.
James unbuttoned his few remaining shirt buttons, and pushed it back on his shoulders, exposing his smooth, lean torso. Then he too unzipped his trousers and took his erection in his hand. James had an almost perfect cock, one I was very familiar with. Eight inches long, cut, and hairless, it tapered to a pretty, heart-shaped head; a pair of weighty balls in a smooth round sac hung beneath. Holding his shaft vertically, he lay back flat on the bed, legs dangling over the edge. Closing his eyes, he slowly began to stroke himself.
The spectacle of my four friends masturbating to each another had tested my will for long enough. I stood and peeled off my long-sleeved t-shirt. Pushing my jeans off my hips, I let them fall to the floor, and I was now completely naked. With so many exposed, engorged dicks in the room, I had an overwhelming desire to blow one. I straddled James in a sixty-nine position, my elbows and knees on the bed. Taking his cock from his hand to mine, I lowered my mouth to his soft glans, craning my neck so that I could continue to watch Madelyn and my friends masturbate. James sighed audibly, then began to lick the underside of my shaft and sac with quick, gentle laps of his tongue. I took his cock further into my mouth, then released him before lowering my lips to his smooth scrotum, rolling his slickened shaft against my stubbled cheek.
"I knew you guys would do gay stuff," Craig rumbled from the sofa with barely concealed disdain, as he continued to vigorously pump his cock. I half-smiled at the irony and let it go without comment.
With a final thrust and a throaty "UHH", Madelyn allowed the vibrator to slide out of her soaking pussy and fall to the floor where it continued to hum. "Did you like watching me fuck myself, boys?" she teased.
