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Hands on

June 08, 2005

Jefferson’s party last night was a small one, full of people I know (some in the biblical sense) from prior parties. It was Jeremy’s second Jefferson party, and he was interested to see what it would be like to start to move into the territory of the regulars. We sat in the living room, chatting like civilized people as the guests arrived. Theresa and I noted that we were way outnumbered by guys, and were a little crestfallen when Farahnaz came in to tip the gender balance a bit – but we weren’t that disappointed because she’s ridiculously hot.

After a while, I stood up and said, “Well, I’m tired of having clothes on.” Although usually the undressing happens in one of the bedrooms, I decided that since I was amongst friends and regulars, I’d get nekkid in the living room and leave my clothes conveniently by my other belongings so as to avoid the late night question of “what happened to my pants?”

I was out of my clothes superfast, which inspired Todd and Jeremy to shed their clothes as well. Todd pulled out his bag of tricks – many small bags within a big one, each filled with porn, cock rings, lube, all kinds of good stuff. He set to the task of showing us his choices of cock rings and we discussed the differences between them all as he put one on. He got a little wrapped up in conversation with Farahnaz, who’d also shed her clothes, and I got impatient so I took Jeremy back into one of the bedrooms, yelling as I went, “Todd, you know where to find me!” After a few minutes in the bedroom alone with Jeremy (never a bad thing), I could still hear Todd talking in the living room, so I yelled extra loud, “Stop talking, get in here and get naked!” This time he obliged.

No sooner had I blinked a few times than there were three dudes in the room with me. Jeremy to my left with his cock glistening with pre-come, Todd to my right with his balls bulging from the makeshift ball separator he’d fashioned, and Mark right in front of me peeling his pants down to reveal a loner cock ring he’d gotten from Todd. All that cock just had a hyponotic effect on me: Must… submit… to… glorious… power… of… cock.

In less than half no time, I was down on my knees, eye-level with three cocks. I think perhaps three cocks are the perfect number for me – one to suck and two to give handjobs to. It could be argued that I’m better off with only two cocks, as I do like to grasp the base of a cock for the full effect when I’m sucking on it, but really we’re talking details here. The sad thing about three cocks is that because they’re attached to three bodies, its pretty difficult to get all three in or even near my mouth all at once, which is generally something I can manage with only two cocks. (“only two cocks” – that’s a quote to send home to mom). Suffice to say that in this situation, more cocks was better. I tried to give adequate attention to each cock I was presented with, which gauging by the reactions of their owners I was pretty successful at.

There’s just something amazingly and delightfully filthy about being on my knees, rigorously servicing three cocks, feeling the ache of the enemy-of-knees floor covering digging into me and not caring, drooling on myself in Pavlovian delight. But for me, servicing three cocks could only be fun with guys like Jeremy, Todd and Mark, each of whom moaned appreciatively, stroked my hair and gently touched my face as I slobbered all over their cocks. There was certainly no porny face-fucking or gag reflex triggering, just a sweet sweet triple blow job (maybe that needs one more sweet). Filthy and sweet is where it’s at.

It would have probably taken a while for me to get three guys to the finish line with my mouth and hands only, so other mouths and hands started wandering and getting involved. I turned my attention to Jeremy while Todd and Mark turned to each other. I’ve been very impressed that Jeremy, as a straight guy who hasn’t been around so much live group action before, is as comfortable around boy-on-boy action as he is. That’s some pretty awesome stuff. He dove in between my legs and after settling into a good rhythm with his fingers inside me, coaxed me into a quivering orgasm. When he removed his fingers, a string of viscous come connected his hand to my cunt. He beamed at it proudly and said, “Uh, what should I do with this? That’s about as much come as I make.” I told him to go wash his hand off, as it was way too much to politely wipe on the sheets. He hesitated, “I kinda want to keep it.”

We set to fucking on the bed just as Theresa came into the room and Todd and Mark slapped some cuffs on her wrists and began to torture her nipples a bit. Her ecstatic moans from the nipple stimulation alone were distracting – not in that bad way, mind you. Jeremy and I took a break to watch Todd apply more pressure to the girl’s nipples as Mark rolled a condom onto his cock and prepared to fuck the living daylights out of her.

After a quick water break, Jeremy and I wandered into the other bedroom, to find Jefferson fucking Farahnaz hard and steady, with Todd holding her legs back and her mouth occupied by someone else’s cock. Jeremy and I eased ourselves on the taco futon of death across the room and settled in to watch.

“I just have to say it – Farahnaz, the light on your face is just gorgeous right now,” I interjected. A candle shone through a bottle of water, casting a sexy glow on her face. On further inspection, I realized that most of the glow was hers.

“We should film this stuff – you know, for the memories,” Farahnaz said as she disengaged from the tangle of bodies. Todd and I shared a good-porn hungry look.

As the bodies fell away from each other, I noticed that the cock Farahnaz had been sucking on belonged to Donny. I admitted out loud that I hadn’t thought to notice who the cock was attached to, as I’d been too busy watching Farahnaz. “When did you get here and put your cock in her mouth?” I asked Donny.

“I said hello to you a while ago – I even grabbed your boob,” he laughed.

“Really? Where was I?” I asked, seriously not remembering seeing him come in.

“You were getting fucked to the moon, so you weren’t really there,” Todd told me, in a “you silly rabbit” kind of voice.

Jeremy squeezed my leg and said, “I feel like I’m a hanger-on. Don’t let me hold you back.” Looking at him, I could tell he meant it, but I’m still not totally sure what to do with all this, so I’ve been treading lightly. He got up to check out the rest of the party and give me some space.

As the room cleared, I beckoned Todd closer to the taco futon of death. He cautiously slid up the furniture towards me, caressing my body as he came closer. He slipped his hands and lips in between my legs and began to give me a masterful handjob. He teased my g-spot mercilessly until I couldn’t feel my extremities, and felt only the warmth and wetness of my cunt, my lips opening to him, everything inside ballooning as come gushed out of me. Jeremy reappeared to appreciate my string of screaming orgasms, as I panted at Todd, “What the fuck are you doing to me? Ohhh… please don’t stop!” Jeremy laughed appreciatively and said to Todd, “Shit, I should be taking notes.” Todd moved out of the light and showed Jeremy the way that he was touching me, with a bit of guidance to the glories of my g-spot. I like being this kind of science experiment.

I lay quivering on the bed and Todd leaned over to kiss me and ask, “Would you like your man to fuck you?” It was all I could do to nod yes. Todd went to wash up and find other sex partners and Jeremy asked if I’d like to get off of the taco futon of death. I told him that while I knew that would be a good idea, in reality I’d probably fall over if I tried to stand up, so no. He was still concerned about the stability of the bed, so I told him, “I like living dangerously, so bring it on.” We fucked slowly at first and then picked up the tempo.

As we fucked, the futon folded in on us, making a fuck taco. I started laughing so hard that it made my cunt muscles contract and sent me into an orgasm. We tried to set the futon right again but it didn’t work so well, so we just kept going, living dangerous in the middle of a fuck taco.

Posted by Dacia at June 8, 2005 08:11 PM

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