Beach Party © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin
This story is intended for adults only. If you do not fit
that description, kindly leave this website.
MF; Oral; Nonc; MF+
Many years ago I spent my summer in one of the coastal
cities of South Carolina. My uncle owned a big electrical
supply house there and offered me a job for the summer
between my sophomore and junior years of college. I figured
why not go? I was sick of weeding the greens at the local
golf course, and when I wasn’t working I could spend my time
at the beach.
Of course, being a northern boy, I didn’t know about
the heat and humidity in Carolina in the summer. Try
spending your day lugging around bundles of 1” heavy wall
conduit in 100 degree heat.
I was a summer fill-in guy, and handled the job of
anyone who went on vacation. So though I usually worked in
the warehouse, sometimes I was taking orders and I even did
some deliveries. That’s how I met Mary Lou.
She worked for some small outfit and would check the
orders I delivered to her company. Mary Lou was a very
small girl, about 5’2” and maybe 95 pounds. She had this
lush honey blonde straight hair that fell half way down her
back and she was extremely cute. But her voice was the
clincher. She had a little girl voice with a perfect
southern accent. The first time she spoke to me I was
hooked. (Remember that cartoon with the wolf sitting in the
nightclub listening to the singer and howling? That was
me.)
Now I had always thought of myself as a breast man, but
Mary Lou’s breasts were pretty small as far as I could tell.
(She dressed rather conservatively, and her clothes didn’t
reveal much). I didn’t care. I just wanted to look into
those green eyes and listen to her speak.
Within a week of meeting her, I asked her out. Before
long we were spending all our spare time together. Her
voice may have been childlike, but she had an iron will and
was very intelligent. She was just fun to be with. It was
only later that I was to discover that she had the most
perfect ass in the south. And her legs were to die for.
Two out of three ain’t bad.
I am a small person. I’m only 5’4” and weigh only
about 150. But I was a relatively big-time athlete. I was
a three year starter on our college wrestling team (and one
year we placed in the top ten in NCAA Division I). So I was
small but mighty.
Fortunately I guess, my prick is disproportionately
large for my frame. It’s 7 ½ inches long when angry. I’m
not one to measure, but there was this townie girl back at
college (we called her the sword swallower), who was
determined to go down on one mile of cocks before she died.
She actually kept a journal and carried a tape measure.
Every guy she went down on got a place in her journal with
the number of inches. She wasn’t expecting much from me,
but got well over half a foot of cock for her trouble. Last
I saw her she claimed to be past 1600 feet. You have to
admire a person with goals. Anyway, even though 7 ½ inches
isn’t huge, on my small body it looks like a python.
Mary Lou was 19 at this time. She had two friends she
had been with since 7th grade. They got together about
twice a week and spent most of their time together drinking,
laughing, and talking dirty.
Emily was about 5’8”, with red hair and freckles, an
hour-glass body and above average looks. She was a party
girl type who I never saw in a bad mood.
Wanda was a really good looking blonde, maybe 5’5” with
a great figure. The effect was spoiled when she opened her
mouth. She was originally from some hick town in the
boondocks of Georgia and had this back country southern
accent that to my ears was barely intelligible. Every
sentence she spoke contained some derivation of the word
“fuck”. And she wasn’t real bright. Still, she was funny
and fun, and if she kept her mouth shut she was quite easy
on the eyes. After meeting her I knew that if I hadn’t been
dating Mary Lou, Wanda would have been a prime candidate for
a night of drink and debauchery.
After I had been dating Mary Lou for over a month, she
decided that I should be a part of one of her little parties
with her friends. Emily and Wanda were both 20 and both
married. Mary Lou explained to me that down South, if a
girl didn’t plan to go to college (and few of them did from
her socio-economic level), she got married.
Both girls had been married immediately after
graduation from high school. Mary Lou almost had done the
same thing until she had an attack of sanity. Emily’s
husband was an almost stereotypical southern jerk. He was a
sexist racist asshole who mostly was interested in hunting,
fishing and drinking. He was about a foot taller than me
and must have outweighed me by a hundred pounds, but at
least forty pounds of it was beer. Wanda’s husband was a
low-life, pot-smoking, pale-faced, skinny reprobate who had
never held a job in his life. She paid for everything and
he sat on his ass and got high.
Neither of these two were ever invited to the girl’s
parties (Mary Lou couldn’t stand either of them), so I was
surprised when she insisted that I come. Actually they came
to me, ‘cause I was staying at my uncle’s vacation cabin on
the beach, about 15 miles north of town. Back then the
beach was totally secluded, with only a few houses and fewer
people.
When these girls got together they usually drank rum
and coke, and I mean they put it away. I wasn’t much of a
drinker, so I suggested we do some grass as well. None of
the girls smoked (even the one with the stoner husband), so
I thought it might be interesting to do honey slides.
For the innocent among you, honey slides are made by
cooking a quantity of cleaned pot in a skillet until the
stuff starts to smoke. Then you pour it onto a tablespoon
of honey and suck the stuff down your throat.
The cool thing about honey slides is they don’t work
right away. It might take half an hour, sometimes even an
hour before they hit you. After a while you’re thinking
“shit, we didn’t cook it enough, this isn’t going to work”.
Before long you forget you even did it. Then it hits you.
But the effect isn’t gradual, like it is when smoking. It’s
like: “I’m straight… I’m straight… I’m straight… I’m shit-
faced!” The stuff hits you like a ton of bricks and lasts
forever.
We had been playing some board game (seems to me it was
“Aggravation”), and the girls were drinking. Now all along,
the girls had been kidding each other about their
significant others. (Even though Mary Lou and I had only
been seeing each other for a little while, I was graciously
included in the mix). Emily and Wanda were both saying how
hung their husbands were. And they were kidding Mary Lou
that she didn’t need that much because she was so small,
which according to them was lucky for me.
I was like “hey girls, don’t hold anything back just
because I’m here”. Mary Lou is normally quiet and is very
reticent to talk about sex so she didn’t come to my defense.
The talk had gotten pretty risqué (which is the way these
girls usually talked to each other during these get-
togethers apparently). Then the honey slides kicked in.
It’s hot even at night on the beach in South Carolina
in August. We were all dressed in shorts and tee shirts,
but were still feeling the heat (me more than them, they
were used to it).
Finally Wanda said, “These fucking clothes are making
me stew. Let’s go swimmin’.” Everyone suddenly realized
that we were almost magically and instantly totally fucked
up, and we started laughing hysterically.
Mary Lou said, “Wanda, you know we don’t have our
bathing suits!”
Wanda just laughed. “Who needs suits? We skinny dip
all the time.”
Emily agreed. “Honey, you ain’t got nothin that
everyone here hasn’t already seen. I’m stewing too. Let’s
get out of these sticky old clothes and cool off.”
Mary Lou wasn’t through. She said, “But what about
Joey?”
Wanda stuck her elbow in my side. “Ya’ll don’t care if
we all go skinny dippin’, do ya?”
“Who me”, I asked innocently?
Wanda replied “I didn’t think so.”
I was more than a little surprised here. I had known
these girls for more than a month, and like every normal
guy, I had been trying to envision what Emily and Wanda
would look like sans clothing. In my mind’s eye they looked
pretty good. But I was must have been ready to see the real
thing, ‘cause my shorts were starting to feel real
uncomfortable.
Really, it wasn’t that sudden. Sitting around for an
hour watching three sexy young girls speak Southern and talk
dirty had already gotten my interest.
These girls had never seen me in a bathing suit, and I
always wore loose fitting shirts, so when I took the lead
and removed my shirt, Emily’s and Wanda’s eyes looked like
saucers.
Truth be told, I was chiseled back then. I already had
a wrestler’s body and had put on twenty pounds of solid
muscle over the summer carrying around that fucking conduit.
My weight class jumped from 134 as a sophomore to 150 as a
junior. Emily was used to seeing her beer-bellied loud
mouth. Wanda slept with a skinny wimp.
Let’s face it: one of the effects of honey slides in my
experience was to make you horny as hell. Almost anyone
looks good to you when you are fucked up on honey slides.
Ergo, I looked good to them.
I paused after taking off my shirt, obviously demanding
that the girls follow suit. Of course, Wanda was the first
to go. She gave me a sexy look, then grasped the bottom of
her tee shirt and just pealed it right off. I was very
pleased to see that (as I had figured) she was not wearing a
bra. When her shirt came off, there were her 36 C’s
sticking out and those round brown nipples were pointing in
my direction. I felt them beckoning to my lips. My shorts
seemed to be getting tighter.
Emily shrugged her shoulders and slipped out of her
shirt. She was wearing a bra that must have been industrial
strength to hold up those monster boobs. Her cleavage
poured out the top of her bra, making me consider what I
might like to stick there.
Mary Lou was very business-like in taking off her
shirt. She reached around and unclasped her bra, looked at
me and defiantly dropped it to the floor. Those perky
little 32B breasts looked like they needed a mouth to cover
them up.
Finally Emily showed some mercy to that over-worked bra
and released the clasp, unleashing those prodigious milk-
white red speckled breasts. That did it for me.
My prick felt like it was trying to bore a hole through
the fabric off my shorts. It was painful. Maybe that’s why
I didn’t baulk when Wanda turned to me. She was starting to
breathe a little heavily (so was I).
She said, “Well hell, it’s ‘bout time you went ahead
and took it all off, Joey. I’ve seen everything these other
two have to show, but I’m sure as hell eager to see what’s
been pushing up those shorts of yours.”
All three girls’ eyes were riveted on me as I slid my
fingers under the waistband of my shorts. I hooked my
underpants at the same time. I turned my back on them and
stripped. When I turned around my prick was sticking up at
a 45 degree angle and it must have looked like it was a foot
long to the girls. All I know is, to me it felt like a
piece of steel. I heard Emily gasp and Wanda said “My
fucking God!”
I guess I’ve never had three sets of female eyes on my
dick at the same time. It seemed to like the attention.
Wanda hurriedly pulled down her shorts, revealing that she
wasn’t wearing any underwear at all; and revealing a dark
blond neatly shaved bush that was designed to highlight her
protruding cunt lips. Oh, yeah!
Emily quickly followed suit. That’s right, she’s a
real redhead. She had lots of soft red curls covering her
pubic area. Mary Lou slowly pulled off her shorts and then
her conservative cotton panties. But though she was last,
she still was the best. Her cuntal hairs were almost
platinum. They were sparsely growing around her cunt, but
Christ, she looked like a little girl.
My cock looked and acted like a divining rod, standing
straight up in the air, and then pointing to the nearest
cunt. But in the end it pointed at Mary Lou. That perfect
small, round ass; those slender, muscular legs; that moist
warm, glove-like pussy, all made me want to cancel the rest
of the evening and push her into the bedroom.
But Wanda had other ideas. “Let’s go swimming” she
said.
So I turned the lights off inside the house and we
sneaked out on the porch to see if anyone was on the beach
tonight. It was the middle of the week and only a couple of
the houses had people staying. We had the beach to
ourselves.
Emily and Wanda ran down to the water, while Mary Lou
and I strolled behind, me trying to clandestinely goose her.
I cupped her left ass check and massaged it, working my hand
closer and closer to her center. But just as I thought I
might slip a finger in from behind, Mary Lou reached back
and slapped my hand.
“Please don’t do that Joey” Mary Lou said quietly.
I wasn’t very apologetic. “Baby, you’re driving me
crazy. If we don’t get together soon for some serious
humping and thumping, I’ll lose it.”
“I know”, she said. “I’m so aroused. I just can’t wait
for you to fuck me.”
I figured she must have been aroused, because that’s
the first time I heard her use that word in any context. I
leaned closer to her and her hand accidentally brushed my
dick. It felt good. Then her hand rubbed my dick again,
and I realized it wasn’t accidental. She was doing what she
could for me as unobtrusively as possible. It didn’t make
matters better. It made them worse.
The girls had waded out to about where when a wave came
in the water was up to their waists, but when the wave
receded I could see both of their cunts. Now this is my
idea of skinny dipping.
Mary Lou and I went out to join them. Of course they
were splashing water on us all the way out. Then we were
just doing what everyone always does in the ocean.
Swimming, splashing, dunking, laughing.
Suddenly one of the girls grabbed my butt and we all
started playing grab-ass. I was getting to cop a feel off
all the girls and they were copping a feel off of me at the
same time. What started as a small step over the line soon
took on a life of its own. We were no longer splashing or
laughing, but we were feeling. My hand first came up from
the water to fondle Emily’s boobs, tweak the round red
nipples, just massage those milky whites.
Emily said “Joey, that’s my weakness. Don’t do that to
me. It makes me crazy!”
But I noticed she wasn’t pushing my hands away. All
four of us were tightly together, facing each other in the
water. I had a tit against each side of my chest, but the
tits belonged to two different women.
My right hand, as I said, was busy with Emily’s tit.
My left hand worked its way down to Wanda’s ass and just
squeezed. Mary Lou was facing me, but so close that she was
boob to boob with both of her friends. Suddenly a hand
cupped my cock and fondled it lovingly.
That was the contact I had been looking for. I had a
hand on my cock and I didn’t know whose it was. My cock was
gripped firmly. Now that hand was jerking back and forth,
back and forth. The hand sped up. A second hand took hold
of my balls. I could feel myself starting to lose it.
“Hey boy, what’s going on down under that water. You
look like you’re ‘bout to have a stroke! We better get back
inside before you make a fool of yourself.”
Wanda’s broke the spell for me and I smiled sheepishly
at her. I said, “Yeah, maybe we should go on in.”
All four of us walked back out of the water and across
the sand to the house. My dick hadn’t lost any of its
hardness. It pointed the way back, and the girls seemed
willing to follow. There is something inherently sexy about
watching a naked woman walk. It’s a least three times as
sexy watching three naked women strolling across the beach.
We returned to the living room and sat down and
continued the party, but this time without our clothes.
Nobody made any attempt to get dressed, so it certainly
wasn’t my place to bring the matter up.
I realized that the living room seemed to be filling up
with a musky odor. I could smell each of them, it seemed.
My prick was starting to bob up and down and three sets of
eyes were following its movement.
Mary Lou took here eyes off of my cock long enough to
turn to her friends and ask “Are your husbands bigger than
that?”
Emily just shyly shook her head, but Wanda said “Hell,
no. I’ve been fucking a pencil.”
I guess I was kinda wondering what we were going to do for
an encore, when Wanda yelled, “Hey! Emily has something to
tell us. Tell us what happened at your house this week,
Emily.”
Emily frowned and said to Wanda, “Will you shut your
mouth!”
Mary Lou looked puzzled. “What have you been doing
that you haven’t told me, girl?” she asked.
Emily had turned redder than before. Her freckles
seemed to come together and her tits were turning from white
to pink. Finally she said “Okay, I’ll tell. But each of
you has to tell something on yourselves, too.”
Emily’s Story
“Mary Lou, you know that guy that lives behind me at
the trailer park? I swear he’s been making passes at me for
months. I just didn’t know what to make of it.
And Johnny’s been drinking so much lately that we
hardly ever make love. If he wants to do it, he just climbs
on, sticks it in, climbs off and he’s done. I guess he’s
never been that good in bed.
So when David in the back kept coming on to me, I
wanted to. I knew it was wrong and that God would strike me
down dead if I ever did it. But I couldn’t help myself. I
really wanted him to make love to me!
Last Wednesday I was just being lazy, lying in bed and
thinking about David and well, you know. I was getting kind
of worked up. Now I don’t lie around the house in the
mornings playing with myself, so you just forget I ever said
that.
I was horny is all. David works nights, and he always
knows when I’m home. Well hell, my car sits parked right
next to his window.
It must have been about 11:30 in the morning when I
heard a knock on my door. I was still in my baby dolls, so
I cracked open the door a bit to see who it was when David
just pushed his way into my house!
He looked me up and down like I was the door prize at
the bingo parlor and said ‘my, my sweet thing. You are what
I’ve been looking for all my life.’
I was already excited and you know how I am, I can’t
hide how red I turn. And those pajamas are so thin, my
chest was sticking out almost as much as it is right now. I
didn’t know what to do, I swear.
He just stepped right up to me and took me in his arms,
and kissed me. I do like kisses that don’t smell like beer.
And his hands were all over me. He grabbed my behind. Then
his other hand was on my chest, pinching my nipples. You
know how it affects me when someone fondles my breasts!
I just figured if God wanted me to stop, he wouldn’t
have put me into the situation in the first damn place. I
thought I was going to climax standing just inside my door.
Then I realized we were standing there with the door open!
I broke away from him and slammed the door shut. But
he came up behind me and cupped both of my breasts in his
hands. I closed my eyes and felt like swooning.
He was kissing my neck, and I could feel him, you know,
hard against my back side right through his pants. I swear,
right then and there I would have done anything that man
wanted me to do. I just couldn’t help myself!
He led me into the bedroom. It’s right off of the
living room, you know. This man was having his way with me,
and I hadn’t spoken one word to him. He slipped down my
bottoms, and lifted up my top.
I was standing there in front of David in my
altogether, just like I am right now. Joey, I have to tell
you, you are only the third man that’s ever seen me naked.
And it’s been two strange men in just a few days! I am such
a harlot!
He pushed me down onto the bed, and I just laid there
watching as he got undressed. I thought he looked great
until I saw you, Joey.
I really didn’t need any preliminaries; I don’t think I
had ever been so ready for it before. I expected David to
just stick it right in like Johnny does. Instead he started
kissing my thighs! He pushed my legs apart and kept kissing
closer and closer to my, you know.”
“It’s a pussy, you stupid bitch” shouted Wanda.
“Okay, my pussy. There’s no need to talk to me that way. I
thought I had died and gone to heaven. He put his mouth
right on it. And he stuck his tongue inside me. I was so
hot! I couldn’t help it; my hips were moving with his
tongue. And he started sucking on my, you know.”
“Your fucking clit! It’s a clit, you clit!” Wanda had had
enough of Emily’s roundabout way of speaking.
“Yes, he was sucking on my, uh, clit. I was close, really
close to my climax, when I heard a car roll up next to the
house! Johnny had to choose this day to come home over his
lunch break!
I pushed David away from me, I was frantic. I pointed
him towards my closet and in he went stark naked, holding
his clothes in his hands. I got back into my pajamas and
put on my robe quick as I could.
Just in time, because Johnny walked into the house just
then. He said ‘baby, don’t you ever get dressed during the
day?’
I told him I was just being lazy that day, and that I
hadn’t expected him to come home or I would have had his
lunch ready. He said he hadn’t come for lunch; he was going
to pick up something at Hardee’s on the way back to work.
He just came by to get some car magazine he had promised to
lend to a friend of his.
And then, I swear to God, he says ‘hey baby, how about
a little afternoon delight?’
What was I supposed to say? That I wasn’t in the mood?
I’ve never been more in the mood in my life (till now). He
led me back into the bedroom and started taking off his
clothes as fast as he could.
What could I do? I took mine off too and lay on the
bed. He climbed on top of me, just like always. And you
know what? I looked over at the closet and there was David,
still naked with the door partly opened. I could see he had
his hand on his thing!”
“His prick. It’s his prick” screamed Wanda.
“Yes, well there he was moving his hand up and down,
masturbating right in front of me while Johnny was sliding
his into me. I was so wet! Johnny lasted longer than he
ever had before, because I guess I had never been so open
before.
He was pounding into me, and I was looking David in the
eyes, and then watching him jerk his cock up and down.
Again I was ready to climax. Finally I was going to climax!
Johnny started groaning. I was moaning and then, oh, I’m so
embarrassed, I started screaming. I never scream.
I saw David close his eyes, push his hips forward and
suddenly he started shooting this white stuff onto the floor
of my closet. I grabbed Johnny’s butt and tried to pull him
deeper into me and I started to climax. I was pushing into
Johnny and screaming when finally Johnny gave out that
little groan that means he is done.
I saw the closet door slide shut just as Johnny said
Qgirl will you be quiet? That guy next store can hear you
from here.’
I don’t know, I just thought that was funny. I started
laughing till I couldn’t stop. That damn fool just got up,
got dressed and left.
David opened the closet door and walked back into my
bedroom. I never got a real good look at him when he was
all the way hard, but he was all the way soft now.
You know, the first words I spoke to that man all day
long were ‘you’d best go on home. God’s gone and showed us
that He don’t want this to happen.’
I don’t think David was that disappointed. From the
looks of it, he wasn’t gettin’ it up again any time soon
anyway. So I guess I’ve been wondering since then, does a
tongue count as being unfaithful?”
I guess you could say there were at least three people
who were breathing kind of heavy at the end of that story.
Emily was giving out a distinct musky odor, and my prick
seemed to point in the direction of that odor. I could see
dampness starting to run down her thighs. She was
definitely turned on.
Emily said to me. “I know you’re not a regular at
these here parties, but since you’re here, you’ve got to do
your part. Tell us a story about one of your conquests,
young man.”
I had been trying to think of some story that would be
worth telling. For a minute I thought I was going to have
to tell the story of the sword swallower, cause I don’t have
that many experiences to brag about. But then I remembered
one that was pretty good.
So I said, “I guess I could tell you about the time I
was raped.”
Joey’s Story
This happened last Christmas. We had a fraternity
Christmas party off-campus at some semi-nice hotel in town.
We rented a ballroom for the party, and each guy had a room
at the hotel for himself and whatever girl he invited to the
get-together.
I was dating Barb, this chick I had met in English 201.
She was pretty and nice and smart, characteristics that work
for me. We had been seeing each other for a couple of
months by this time, and the relationship had become
somewhat strained.
We had been to a party in November and Barb had had a
few drinks and then gone ballistic, swearing and screaming
at me for no reason I could discern. I wrote the whole
incident off as being caused by the drink. But then at the
Christmas party, the same thing started to happen. She
started slurping down those Manhattans or whatever the hell
shit she was drinking and before long she became totally
abusive. I finally realized that in vino veratis.
Wanda had had enough of this. “What the fuck’s that
supposed to mean? Can’t you speak American like the rest of
us?”
So I said, “Sorry Wanda, it means in wine there is
truth.”
Wanda wasn’t satisfied with that. “That doesn’t make
any more fucking sense than that French shit.”
“Let me get back to my story and I’ll try to be
clearer”, says I.
The truth was that she was a bitch on wheels. She only
let her guard down when she got shit-faced. She showed her
true colors when she drank. I saw no reason to spend the
evening being insulted, so I downed several drinks very fast
and kind of drifted off to my room.
Truth be told, I was drunk as a skunk. I don’t even
remember going to bed, which is unusual for me. I’ve only
blacked out once or twice in my life, and this was one of
those times.
I woke up the next morning horny as hell. Barb was
lying on the other bed so in an ecumenical spirit of letting
bygones be bygones, I fucked her senseless (which for her
wasn’t a very long journey). That was, by the way, the last
time I dated Barb. As far as I was concerned, we were
through.
Emily said, “That’s not much of a story, Joey. Here I
am telling you these intimate secrets, and you tell us some
awful story of how you were emotionally raped. I mean, I
guess I feel sorry for you, but you will admit that it isn’t
very exciting.”
Ah, but I’m just getting to the point. The president
of our fraternity is one of those real annoying type guys.
He gets straight A’s, he’s in the college choir, and he
always talks like he is speaking to an audience. I don’t
think I’ve ever heard the word ‘fuck’ come out of his mouth,
which is almost unbelievable in a fraternity. He’s just
annoying.
This guy, Wally, was engaged to this chick Amanda.
Most of the brotherhood was invited to their wedding which
took place just after they graduated.
Amanda is kind of hard to describe. She is extremely
smart. She is going to grad school in some techie subject
or other. She’s in the top 10 in the class in G.P.A.
That’s Grade Point Average, Wanda. But there is something
sensual about her. I never could see her with Wally. She is
cool and he is a Nazi.
She looks like a Cheshire cat, all furry and soft and
round. Her lips were huge (so were her boobs). I only knew
her vaguely, since Wally and Amanda were senior big-shots
and I was a lowly sophomore. But I must admit that once or
twice I had pictured those huge soft lips wrapped around a
certain part of my anatomy.
Wanda had to chime in “They must have been huge if you
thought they could wrap themselves around that cock.”
I said, “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Several days after the party I was lounging around the
living room in my fraternity waiting for the next round of
“Oh, Hell” to start. We had two pretty much constant card
games going in our living room, one with Bridge and one with
Oh Hell. I always thought the Bridge guys were a bunch of
pussies.
People joined or left the game as classes started or
ended. There was a break for dinner, and then the games
usually went till two or three in the morning. This is
pretty sexy stuff, right?
So I was in the living room when Amanda walked in. She
looked worried or something and she walked in my direction.
I said to her ‘Wally isn’t here. I think he’s at some
student government meeting.’
But Amanda said, ‘I know. I didn’t come to see Wally.
I came to see you.’
I felt like Ralph Cramden, you know going ‘ahubada
ahubada ahubada’. I had no idea that Amanda even knew I
existed let alone would have any interest in talking to me.
I finally blurted out ‘What do you need to see me for?’
She looked uncomfortable and looked around. There
were one or two guys setting up things at the card tables
and more guys drifting in from the dining room.
‘Would you mind talking to me up in your room?’ she
asked.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got up thankfully
without stumbling on to my face and led her into the hall
and up the stairs to my room. My roommate was spending
evenings at the pub at that time, so we had the room to
ourselves.
I closed the door behind us and sat down on my bed.
She walked to the door and locked it, then turned to me,
looking upset.
She said, ‘I hope you don’t mind, but I need to talk to
you and I don’t want anyone walking in on us. It would be
too embarrassing.’
It wouldn’t be too embarrassing to me. But I didn’t
say anything. I figured she would tell me what was
bothering her. But I couldn’t figure out where I fit in to
the equation.
‘Do you remember the party on Saturday night?’ she
asked.
I said, ‘Barely. I guess I really tied one on. Were
you there?’
She nodded. ‘Wally and I got there pretty late. But
Wally started drinking very heavily and he got pretty
drunk.’
I sympathized with her, but really, what’s a Christmas
party for?
I said, ‘Most everyone was pretty drunk that night.
You can’t blame Wally for that.’
I find it’s best to stick up for your fraternity
brothers, even a dork like Wally. You never know when you
might need them to stick up for you.
She went on with her story. ‘Wally was really tired and
wanted to go up to bed, but I wasn’t ready to go yet. I was
having fun. So he went without me.
After a while most people had gone to bed for whatever
reason and there were only a few people left. Your
girlfriend Barb was sitting in a corner with several of your
fraternity brothers and they were French kissing!
I could tell that a couple of the boys had their hands
inside Barb’s blouse. She didn’t seem to mind, but Joey,
she seemed to be very drunk. I went over and I told those
boys off, then I grabbed Barb’s hand and told her I was
taking her to her room.
Her eyes were half closed and she was mumbling. I
don’t think she had any idea where she was. I led her out
of the ballroom and into the lobby. I asked the desk clerk
what room you were in.
I practically had to drag Barb all the way to the room.
She was complaining, I guess, but I couldn’t understand any
of the words. I got to the room and asked her to give me
the key, but she couldn’t understand me. I searched her but
she didn’t have a key.
So I knocked. Joey, I knocked and knocked, louder and
louder. I heard someone across the hall open the door to
see what the commotion was about.
Finally the door opened. The room was dark. I led Barb
into the room and turned on the light. Joey you were
standing there stark naked! And your thing! It was hard as
a rock. It stood straight up and it was so big. I’d never
seen anything like it.
You seemed to be walking in your sleep. You went back
to one of the double beds and lay down on top of the covers.
Your thing was sticking flat against your stomach, and it
was higher than your belly button. Joey, I was drunk too,
you know. Sometimes drunken people just don’t make good
decisions.’
Turns out I was pretty embarrassed by all this. I mean
here is one of the smartest, sexiest girls in the school,
and I acted like a drunken fool in front of her. Worse, I
didn’t even know she was there.
I didn’t know what to say so I said ‘Geez, Amanda, I’m
real sorry for acting like such a jerk. I always sleep in
the raw. I must have just opened the door when I was semi-
asleep or something. I didn’t mean to insult you or scare
you.’
But I was missing Amanda’s point.
She said ‘No, Joey. You didn’t act like a jerk. I
knew you didn’t even know I was there. I made Barb lay down
in the other bed and she was immediately snoring away.
I turned and there you were, Joey. You were so hard.
I was drunk you’ve got to believe me. I would never do
anything like that if I weren’t drunk.’
So I said ‘Like what?’ Maybe I’m thick or something,
but then again, some things are beyond the imaginings of
mortal men.
Wanda said “Well I sure as hell know what I would have
done! For a college boy you sure are dumb.”
Amanda was turning red. She seemed more upset than
ever.
She looked me in the eye and said ‘Joey, I took off my
panty hose, pulled up my dress and climbed on’.
My mouth must have dropped a foot. I started with the
ahubada ahubada ahubada’s again. Finally I said ‘What do you
mean, you climbed on?’
‘Oh, Joey, I couldn’t stop myself. I had been a little
turned on watching those boys feel up Barb, even though it
made me angry to see them doing it. And then when I saw
you, oh your body was so strong and your thing was so big
and hard. I just wanted to try it, just once. I put my
hand around it. I could barely grip it! It was hard and
smooth, and so sexy. I kneeled on the bed above your waist.
I put your manhood against my lips (not my real lips, you
know, my nether lips – oh I can’t believe I’m telling you
this).
I rubbed it against me. I felt it flick against my
clit.’
(Amanda’s eyes were starting to glaze over and her
breathing was becoming heavier. Mine too, come to think of
it.)
‘Finally I just impaled myself on it. It went so deep.
And it’s got this curve in it. It went to places no man had
ever reached before. The curve let it get deep and rub my
clit at the same time. I lay down on top of you and kissed
you, even though you were asleep.
I started moving up and down. I was so hot I lost
control and was madly pounding up and down on your thing,
and then I was there! I was panting and trying to keep from
screaming.
Finally I quieted down and lay on you again. I was
going to get up and leave. But Joey, you were still hard.
It felt so good, even after I had finished, just having you
inside me like that.
I ran my fingers up and down your body, feeling those
arms and your chest. You’ve got a very big strong chest,
you know. But your skin is soft and smooth, like a little
boy’s. It felt good just to rub against you.
Then it felt more than good. My God, I was getting
turned on again. I sat straight up on you, and that seemed
to make your thing go even deeper into me. I raised and
lowered my body over and over again.
I kept going faster, I was moaning and trying to keep
from yelling. And then I couldn’t stop. I yelled your name
over and over again. I felt this electric spark go through
my body. My back arched and I ground my loin against yours
harder and harder. I could feel my pussy spasm around your
thing. I didn’t think it would ever stop!
Finally I calmed down enough that I realized I had to
go. Wally would be wondering where I was. So I climbed
off. I got a wash cloth and cleaned off your thing. You
were still hard! I couldn’t help it, Joey, I kissed it. Oh
Joey, I’m so ashamed of myself. I took advantage of you. I
raped you! It’s horrible. I promise I’ll do anything to
make it up to you. I’ve been sick about it all week.
Please say you understand!’
‘Understand? Understand?’ I said. ‘I understand.
This is my life in a nutshell. The chick I’m supposed to be
with is cursing me up and down and making out with my so-
called friends. And I get laid by the sexiest girl at the
party and don’t even know it. Let’s face it. My life is
fucked up!’
I could tell Amanda was relieved. But there was more
to it than that.
She said ‘I’m sorry for what I did, Joey. I want to
make it up to you.’ As she said it she reached down,
grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head.
I was suddenly confronted with the two largest tits I
had ever seen in person. Amanda sat on the bed, cupped her
hands behind my head and pulled my mouth toward one very
large nipple.
‘Let me make it up to you Joey’ she whispered.
I guess I should have been angry, but since I had no
recollection of the original rape, I decided that perhaps I
should let her make it up to me.
I sucked that nipple between my teeth and pinched the
other nipple with my right hand while fondling her breast
with my left hand. She moaned and her body melted toward
mine.
She said ‘Joey, you know I’m engaged to Wally. We’ve
been together for three years and I’ve never looked at
another boy. You’ve got to promise that this will just be
between us.’
Of course I mumbled ‘As you can see, my lips are
sealed.’ At the time I had a major mouthful of tit.
Amanda smiled, stood up and slowly dropped the rest of
her clothes to the floor. I mean she had more meat on her
than I did but it was all choice. She was round where a
girl should be round and soft in the best places.
She kneeled on the floor in front of me and said
‘Please Joey. Let me see you naked again.’
Well damn! I threw off my clothes till there was one
pile in the middle of the floor with our clothes
intermingled.
She pushed me back on the bed and said ‘I hope you
don’t mind, but Wally only knows the missionary position. I
really liked being on top with you.’
She hopes I don’t mind? My only concern was that I
could possibly drown in her tits. But what a way to go.
I was already hard as a rock from her telling about the
evening in the hotel room. She apparently decided to
demonstrate the technique she had used on that night,
because she gripped my cock with one hand, climbed above me,
and slowly rubbed it against her slit.
I could feel how wet she was and my cock slid easily
against her. Suddenly the head was inside her.
She closed her eyes and raised her head and moaned.
“Yesss! This is what I’ve needed!’
She sat up and slowly lowered her cunt on to the length
of my cock.
‘Joey you’re so deep. How can you get so deep?’
She leaned forward so that I could suckle her
magnificent boobs and started working her cunt up and down
on me. She would rise up until only the head was inside of
her. Then she would slam herself down the length of my
cock.
She did this slowly at first. But her pace started to
pick up as her moans increased.
‘Joey I’m going to come soon. I need to come. Please
make me come, Joey.’
I was getting the picture that she viewed me as some
life-sized dildo. I was thinking, ‘hey lady, what about my
dick!?’
As enjoyable as this position was, a wrestler is never
comfortable on his back. I rolled her over and put her into
a move some people call a double grapevine, but we always
called a ‘Saturday night ride’. Man, I went deep and hard.
A wrestler likes to be in control and I started riding
her with passion. That sent her over the edge. This time I
was going to join her. I kept pulling out all the way to
the tip, then driving back into her. Each time I did it,
she squealed.
Soon I was going so fast that her squeals seemed to get
closer together until she was making one continuous squeal.
Finally I bottomed out in her and just stayed there.
I started squirting my come deep in her womb. Her head
was back, and I could feel her shudder. What a rush!
That’s my story. Amanda kept coming back to ‘make it
up to me’ every week or two till the end of the semester. I
went to her wedding and in the reception line, I swear to
God when I kissed her she slipped me some tongue.
Fortunately no one noticed except us. And that’s all I have
to say about that.
I might mention that throughout my dissertation, I had
three sets of eyes on me. Sometimes they were looking at my
face. Sometimes they were looking at my dick. I was
wondering if maybe all three girls were thinking about being
in Amanda’s place. It had reached the point that my dick
was demanding some attention. It needed some kind of skin
to skin contact. If it’s ever been harder, I don’t know
when. I had leaked a little pre-come and the head of my
cock was wet, bobbing up and down.
Mary Lou had said practically nothing throughout the
night. She was a quiet person, but when she spoke she
usually said something important. After I had finished my
story, all four of us were obviously pretty excited. All
three girls’ nipples were swollen and extended. Emily’s
upper body had become colored deep red. turning her milk-
white tits into flaming red ones. Wanda’s hand seemed to be
inauspiciously working its way towards her cunt. It seemed
a casual movement, but I saw a finger sneakily reach out and
rub her clit, as her eyes closed and she suddenly gasped. I
mean, words are fine for preliminaries, but eventually you
have to fuck!
Mary Lou was the first one to broach the subject. She
said “Girls, I think we have a problem here.”
Wanda said “Yeah, three cunts and only one dick!”
Mary Lou shook her head. “Look. We’ve been best
friends since the seventh grade. We share just about
everything. Since I started dating Joey, there’s been
something that I had that neither of you ever experienced.
I know you haven’t cause if you had you would have told me,
I think. I didn’t even know what an orgasm was until I met
Joey. I thought I did, but I was wrong. Every time we did
it, afterwards I was feeling guilty knowing that you two
were missing out on that wonderful experience. That’s why I
wanted Joey to come tonight. I wanted to share some of my
happiness with my best friends. I promise I’ll share it
with you for the rest of our lives.”
I’m not sure how I was supposed to react to that, but I
thought I had just heard my new girlfriend offer my sexual
services to her friends. Not only that, there didn’t appear
to be time limit on the offering.
I said “wait a minute! What do you mean ‘for the rest
of our lives.’?”
Mary Lou opened her eyes wide and looked directly into
mine. She looked like some sexually charged child, her
angelic face surrounded by long luxurious blond hair, her
small beautiful breasts, her perfect round ass, her soft
slender legs. She was breathing heavily. She was
magnificent.
She said, “Joseph, as far as I’m concerned, this
relationship is till death do us part.”
I guess if I ever thought about it, I always imagined
that when I got engaged, I’d be the one that did the asking.
Suddenly here was this girl who I had known for barely two
months essentially asking me to marry her.
This is a difficult situation for a hard dick to find
itself in. The most likely thing to happen in a case like
that is for the dick to deflate like a balloon with a pin-
prick. But strangely, my dick reacted in just the opposite
manner. It got impossibly harder. It reached out towards
Mary Lou as if it had a mind of its own.
I crawled over to her and pushed her back onto her
pillow. As she lay down, my cock found her opening as if it
had eyes. We had had plenty of foreplay. All evening
seemed to be nothing but foreplay.
My cock slid between her cunt lips, and pop! I was
insider her. I was crazed. I drove in to the hilt and
started fucking her like a madman. She reached behind me
and grabbed my ass and pulled and scratched, her head
turning back and forth, her eyes closed, then open, then
closed again.
She said “Yes, Joey. I want you to fuck me forever.
Fuck me forever Joey. God, it’s so big! It’s so hard!!
It’s so good!!!”
Her cunt was like a warm wet glove, grabbing on to me
and squeezing. Hers was the tightest cunt I had ever felt
wrapped around my cock. Any normal night I would have been
shooting off into her in a few strokes. But honey slides
seem to give me a permanent hard on.
Mary Lou was out of control. Her ass was humping into
me as that soft slender body rubbed against mine.
Unintelligible words were forming in her mouth. Suddenly
her whole body seemed to clench itself like a fist.
I felt her cunt spasm over and over again, milking me.
For what seemed like a minute she stayed like that, and then
suddenly her whole body relaxed. Tears were coming from her
eyes and she was laughing semi-hysterically.
I held her for a few minutes while she calmed down. I
know I’m a hopeless romantic.
I put my mouth by her ear and said “Is that the answer
you wanted?”
I guess my body and soul responded automatically before
my mind even considered it. I guess I had just accepted her
proposal.
Mary Lou took a deep breath, opened her eyes and said
“who’s next?”
Wanda and Emily had just witnessed an animal-style
fucking. There were no niceties, no formalities, no
preliminaries. We just fucked each other senseless. They
were both almost frantic with lust. When they heard “who’s
next” both of them shouted “Me!”
Now I was a college student, so I knew instinctively
that there was still a problem of one too few dicks. But I
had taken a course in systems analysis. I lay on my back on
the floor and placed a pillow under my head. My dick was an
iron bar, sticking straight up in the air.
I said “you girls decide who’s going to climb on. But
I promise I have a treat for the one who doesn’t.”
Wanda didn’t hesitate. I said they were crazed. She
leaped up and squatted over me. She got hold of my dick and
guided it to her core. She slowly slid right down my dick,
inch by inch.
Her head was back, her eyes were closed, and I could
tell she was having a strong orgasm on the way down. The
first orgasm didn’t slow her down a little bit. When she
bottomed out she held that position for a few seconds,
grinding her cunt against my body. Then she rose up a few
inches and plunged back down.
She turned to Mary Lou who was watching with half
closed eyes and said “This is fucking great! He’s way too
big for you, darling. I better keep him for myself.”
Mary Lou had a half smile on her face with a dreamy
expression in her eyes. I don’t know if she heard or
understood or didn’t care or was just glad that her friend
was enjoying herself. She was in that post-orgasmic nirvana
where the world seemed barely there.
Emily, I saw, felt left out. She was watching Wanda
humping herself on my prick, and I could see she was excited
but jealous. I reached over and took her hand.
I said “come here, Emily. I’ve got something I want to
give you.”
She looked puzzled but came at my request. I motioned
for her to turn around so she was facing Wanda. I pulled
her till she was up by my head. Then I motioned for her
to lift her leg and straddle my face.
She didn’t need much encouragement. I saw her enflamed
clit only a few inches from my mouth. I kissed her thighs
near her pussy lips. Then I made one long lick from one end
of her cunt to the other. My tongue slid between her lips.
She was soaking wet.
I reached up and caressed those red-white boobs,
tweaking each nipple. Her hips started to rotate on my
face. My lips closed on her clit, and she stiffened as if
an electric spark had shot through her body. One of my
fingers slipped into her cunt, followed by a second.
My thumb massaged the area between her cunt and her
asshole. It worked its way around her asshole and then was
rubbing over it while two finders probed deeply into her and
my lips stayed wrapped around her clit.
Wanda continued to hump my dick, but now she was face
to face with Emily. Wanda leaned forward a little as she
worked over my dick.
I had a perfect view as two sets of nipples merged and
began to rub each other. I reached with my one free hand
and pinched two nipples at a time, feeling two boobs, one
large soft and round, the other smaller, harder.
Suddenly Emily closed her eyes and leaned closer to
Wanda herself. I really think it was because Wanda was so
close to coming. She needed more than the cock to cunt
linkage she had with me.
Her lips leaned into Emily’s and I could see them begin
to kiss. Wanda’s tongue slipped deeply into Emily’s throat.
Suddenly there were five hands on four breasts. Emily and
Wanda looked like they were fucking each other while using
me as some kind of fuck toy.
They seemed to be in fucking synch, their hips humping
up and down at an ever-increasing speed. Their hands were
everywhere, sometimes on me, sometimes on each other,
sometimes on themselves.
Wanda bottomed out and kept her cunt locked tightly to
my cock, rotating, grinding it harder and harder. My cock
seemed to expand, God it was twice its normal size, I think.
I did what I could to hold back.
I felt if I squeezed myself tight, I could hold in the
orgasm. It seemed to work, but the more I squeezed, the
larger my cock felt.
I felt a shock in my brain and in my cock, and suddenly
I was ejaculating long deep shots of come into Wanda’s
pussy. Emily’s cunt was grinding against my mouth and she
was screaming. I remember her saying that she never
screams. Perhaps she was mistaken.
Wanda had her knees spread as wide as they could go to
either side of me. Her head was back, her eyes were closed.
She was screaming. “Oh Yeah! Oh God! My God! My
Fucking God!! I’m coming! God!”
Suddenly all the strength went out of Wanda’s legs.
She seemed to crumble to the floor as if someone had taken
her bones out of her. My cock made a popping noise as it
pulled from her cunt. She collapsed to the floor with her
eyes closed breathing heavily.
Emily noticed something that the other girls didn’t.
My cock was still hard. Good ole honey slides. She had
laid down beside me after her orgasm with her tits in my
side and her hand reaching down to fondle my cock.
Instead of the cute soft little thing she was
expecting, she found a sold piece of cock meat still ready
for action.
She whispered to me “Joey, I still don’t know what it
feels like to have you inside of me.”
I turned her over so that she was on her knees. Then
approaching her from behind I slid my cock into the same
lips that a few minutes before I had been tonguing.
With one hand I reached around and began to fondle
those milky breasts. My other hand worked its way between
her legs until my fingers found Emily’s clit. I fucked her
deeply from behind as my fingers massaged her clit. Emily’s
head peaked around to watch as I was fucking and fingering
her at the same time.
She said “Oh God, I didn’t even know you were supposed
to do it this way. It feels so naughty. It feels so nice.
Stick it in me, Joey. Harder, please. Harder.”
I’m an athlete and well coordinated, so I was
able to rub her clit, fondle her boobs and fuck her all at
the same time.
Her nipples felt like bullets. I knew Emily was multi-
orgasmic the first time I saw her. She’s got that round
sensuous body that just looks like it loves to fuck.
Suddenly the pot took over from me.
Little Joey was gone and only my dick remained. I was
humping that round bottomed chick maniacally. Her pussy
started clenching on my prick. I knew she was coming. Her
cunt was in constant spasm. Her head was back and she was
making little grunting sounds.
I couldn’t see her eyes, but if they were open, they
weren’t seeing anything. I caught her clit between my thumb
and forefinger and I started to rub her unmercifully. She
ground back into my dick and stopped moving her hips. She
was grinding herself against me, her cunt massaging my dick
with one strong contraction after another.
My eyes closed and I could feel myself shooting my come
deep inside her pussy. I yelled and was flooded with that
electric shock feeling you get only in the most outrageous
of fucks.
Emily collapsed forward onto her stomach, and I went
with her, my dick still deep in her cunt. This time,
however, it was shrinking back to reality. It slid out of
her soaking pussy and the magic moment had ended.
I went over and lay down next to Mary Lou. She crawled
into my arms and rested her head on my chest, one arm around
my waist. I closed contented and satiated eyes and fell
into the sleep of the thoroughly fucked.
Mary Lou and I have been together ever since. Once or
twice a year we’ll go back down to Carolina. Recently we’ve
taken to going on a vacation once a year with Emily and
Wanda, meeting them in Miami or New Orleans or Los Angeles
or Atlanta. We spend the days seeing the sights, the
evenings drinking and the nights fucking. Damn I love my
vacations!
Why did I agree to marry her after so little time? I
asked myself the same question when I came down from the
honey slides and for weeks afterwards. But it was probably
because I knew instinctively that Mary Lou was so much
smarter than me.
She had little education and like all women in the
South back then was expected to act in a way that hid most
of her intellect. I taught her that it was okay for her to
be smart, to disagree with the accepted norms.
In her heart of hearts she is a true rebel. She was
too shy to admit it before she met me. I gave her the
support she needed to strike out on her own and leave her
upbringing totally behind her. Yeah, I’ll give myself
credit for that.
Maybe she was first attracted to me by my dick, but she
loved me for wanting her to be herself. Twenty years later
her ass remains world class. Her legs remain slender and
strong, shapely and smooth. Her round little breasts still
stick out with nary a trace of sag. However, life isn’t
perfect. She lost that sweet sexy southern accent about ten
minutes after we got married. I miss it.