Two months ago, Men's night out...
"Damn! The girls in here are colder than a witches tit tonight," Jim remarked.
"Yeah, let's call it a night and go back to Jacks place; at least there we can brush elbows with a young-one," complained Bill.
It was one of those nights, like so many others I remembered before Annette came into my life. No matter how hard you tried, you could not even get out on the dance floor, let alone make any headway with the opposite sex. Not needing to pick someone up, I was just out for some male camaraderie and some fun.
"I'll tell you Jack," Ray started," it just doesn't seem fair you get to go out and still have a fine piece waiting for you at home."
"That's the advantage of one old enough to do it, yet under bar age," I gloated. "You know a lot of times she leaves before you guys do, and there's no piece at all, " I continued. "Besides, I only go out stag one weekend a month, not all the time," I reasoned.
"The Boys" as they were known to my girl, almost always ended up at my place. It wasn't for any other reason than that she would be there. Though Annette did not seem to mind, there were those times...
"We all appreciate being able to go to Jacks after hours, it's just that, we would like to have someone waiting for us too." Jim admitted.
"If you could get Annette to bring a couple of her school friends over, we could all have a real good time!" said Bill hopefully
"You guys know how she feels about that. She doesn't want anyone at her school to know she screws like a mink!" I said.
"Well! If she's that good and willing, maybe you could rent us a piece, or share a little." Jim stated.
"Whoa Guys! I thought I was more than fair with you. Everyone here has had a good feel or two, and more than one chance to kiss her. Most guys would not even let you get near their girlfriends. I just can't ask her to hop in bed with someone else, or let you grope her all over if she objects. IT IS HER BODY!" I snarled.
I felt I gave way beyond the bonds of friendship, and I was hot! Where to hell were they coming from?
"Chill out Jack! You've been an excellent sport! You have allowed more than most of us would have in your shoes. We know you two love each other deeply. We would never try to steal her away, it's just... I haven't had any in so damn long now, I get an erection when I see a board with a knothole!" exclaimed Ray.
Reminisce...
What did I expect? Four horny guys and one gorgeous girl! I tried to rationalize what had happened for almost a week now. I relived every minute detail over and over:
Coming back from the kitchen with the requested new round, she walked between the couch and coffee table. Making the guys move their legs and taunting them was one of her favorite things to do. There are "those individuals"; that just have to play with fire! Annette always seemed to get off on pushing it to the edge, and loved the added attention. She set two of the beers on the ends of the table. The bottle for the center she raised to he lips and downed a goodly portion.
"Hey, That's my beer!" Ray yelled.
"So what!" She barked.
"So maybe I don't want your damn germs all over it," he spat.
"Funny, you didn't seem to complain about it earlier when you tried to stick your tongue down my throat," she reminded.
She put on that prissy look of I can do anything I want and you can't stop me. She knew she had him going now, and she was going to twist the knife again for all it was worth! The she devil cometh alive. The girl then proceeded to suggestively lick the entire bottle from stem to stern, just to cement her defiance. I half expected a chorus of "Na, na, na, na" to break forth. Ray was not about to let this die here!
"You want something to lick? I got your something RIGHT HERE GIRLFRIEND!" he blared grabbing his groin.
Ray had definitely lost it big this time. The fire in his eyes had been fuel by weeks of pent up frustrations, and the dauntless teasing of this nymph. He was hell bent on revenge, and could hardly wait to get even. She was going to pay and pay dearly! No matter how long it took this wench would regret the day she crossed him.
"You'd like that now wouldn't you? Poor Ray babeeeeeeee," she continued pouting her lips.
The audible grown was punctuated by Ray's inability to speak.
"You! You! You," he paused to collect himself "YOU BITCH!"
I was wondering where this was heading by now, but enjoying it none the less. The rest of us gaped wide when we saw Annette doing the unthinkable act of dumping some beer in his lap.
"THAT'S IT! I am warning you...a girl could get herself spanked for a lot less than that, and I have half a mind to take you over my knee right now and teach you some respect," Ray challenged.
If anyone was half asleep in the room, they were not now! These two just could not back it down. This contest was going to blow wide open at any moment, and Annette was adding more fuel.
"You have the Half a Mind part right, but frankly, You Haven't Got The Balls!" she dared sticking her backside in his face.
Having his bluff called made Ray's face only a few shades of red less than the skin tight slacks covering her bottom. Time stood still, while the others egged him on. His indecision was momentary; he grabbed her and set her in his lap, and with the help of Jim and Bill, he laid her out across the three of them. The struggle was short, and her futile screams of "No!" went unanswered. Ray's first swat was enough to wake her up. But his hand drifting lazily over her exquisite curves. Four bulges were growing in the room. His next was a resounding smack that echoed around the walls followed closely by her whimper. She struggled to cover the target, but other hands were there to hold fast her arms. She tried to roll off onto the floor, but Bill captured her right leg on the floor with his legs, and locked his arms around her left. This position gained Ray a lot more access to her forbidden possessions. Taking the liberty he explored deeper, harder, and longer with each administered swat. After rubbing her femininity to the point of objection, Ray finished with a flurry of swats that was sure to warm anyone's bottom.
She looked at me wantonly; I just chuckled. My heartstrings caught as I thought I saw tears in her eyes. But she had gotten herself into this mess and she did deserve what ever she got. If she had ever had a naughty girl father fetish, her dreams had materialized. The easing of their grip gave a hint of escape.
"Where do you think your going?" They asked.
She pleaded that she need to go potty. Her release to do so, was predicated by solemn promise to return to their laps. She reluctantly agreed only after their pledge not to punish her again. The guys were having a great time, and I was getting a major hard on.
Upon her return, Annette, laid down across their three eager laps. Touch was now the order of the day, and she was treated to a total back rub. Between the quantities of beer and the massage, she wilted into total submission. It was plain to see that she was enthralled by this comforting activity. Ray was in total bliss, as his position granted him the luscious curves of her buttocks. Jim stroked her long soft auburn hair with ample attention to her shoulders, back and neck. Meanwhile Bill, sort of left out in the cold, kneaded her long beautiful legs wandering higher and higher in an effort to share in the fun.
Annette's attendants were to soon become discontented, and so she was assisted face up. Six excited hands were intently exploring her every inch. Time passed. Beer flowed. Passions rose until lust dominated the scene. Her lack of resistance shocked me. I was puzzled, pleased, and excited. Bill had removed her shoes to provide the luxury of a great foot massage. His desires clearly concentrated on the curves of her inner thighs. Jim's gentle touch of her face had her looking directly into his eyes. Annette was responding. You could feel the desire in the air. He bent slowly and lips met. A Lovers kiss. Passionate tongues probing, with time exceeding far beyond my comfort level. Concurrently his right hand dove beneath her open neckline. Ray was massaging her lower belly circling higher up her sensuous mounds. He had my full attention! I was about ready to climb the walls. Ray leaned out over her to take Jim's place in a deep French kiss that seemed to last forever. I touched my own lips. I could taste her sweetness in my mind. When they broke free, our eyes locked. The search for understanding and approval sailed the courses of these uncharted waters.
There was now a large expanse of fair skin and a black lace bra visible where once her teal blue satin blouse had been. Somebody had been busy! She glanced down upon herself, she lifted the satin material, and let it fall at her sides. I was unable to move. My attention was riveted on the touching, the cupping, and the squeezing of her treasures. Every squeeze seemed to pull the lace higher up the soft hills of flesh. I heard a zipper giving way, but its' meaning did not penetrate my trance. Higher! And Higher! My heart was pounding. I could hardly breathe. She was thrashing about as her breasts began to appear beneath her bra. Four hands were pulling and pinching. She was arching her back, but why? Were they pulling on her nipples so hard she was avoiding pain, or was she lost in her own pleasure? The question was answered in less than a heartbeat. The deafening pop of her snap crossed the room, mixing with her escalating moans. It shook me to the core! My eyes danced from breast to groin and back. I could see Bill's fingers inching under the sheer black panties in the open "V" of her slacks. His other hand was working forcefully at the widening wetness of material being forced up inside her. The first hint of her nipples showed as Bill crossed pubic hair. I gasped loudly and stood up; fearing for the first time that these guys were going to gang rape her in less than two minutes! One look at my contorted face and she fought for her freedom...
