I haven’t written any sort of erotica in years, so my writing is a bit rusty. The best part of this story is that it is entirely true. I’m keeping names out, as they aren’t important.

As I was getting out of the shower, she walked in and joined me. We laughed and talked, wondering where our partners were and why they weren’t naked in the shower with us. The water was turned off, and a silly, drunken stumble around the house occurred, with a pause in the pole room so she could spin and slide naked down the pole with her legs spread. The walk from one end of the house to the other felt like it took too long, but finally we were in a room with a bed.

She handed me a flogger and bent over the bed, looking back at me. I grinned and began flogging her. I could hear her moans, even with her face buried in her arms.

She grabbed a spreader bar and locked it around my ankles, forcing my legs apart as she ran a pointed metal ring up and down my body, teasing my nipples. Moans soon replaced giggles as she teased me. “Tease” I half moaned, half giggled, half screamed out.

Not an accurate representation of my partners.Photo by Greg Coleman Models: Caden Christopher, Sommer, Scooby, Sydney Screams 

 

 

“Who? Me?” She replied, a smirk on her face. “No, never.”

I knew this game, I play it all the time. I just wasn’t accustomed to being on the receiving end of it.

Her finger ran up and down my slit, teasing me further. Finally, her mouth met my clit.

After orgasm, she let my ankles free and tried to leave the room, but what kind of lady would I be if I didn’t return the favor? I lifted her up onto the bed and flipped her over, pinning her beneath me as I took my turn teasing her nipples and running my hands all over her, pausing between her legs.

I locked her legs around my head as I licked her. “Oh god. Girls are so much better at this,” she somehow managed to say between moans.

After we had our fun, we carried the flogger into the dining room, opened the blinds so our partners who were outside could enjoy the view as I bent her over and flogged her some more. They were suddenly in a rush to get inside the house and join us.

My boyfriend pulled down his pants and bent over the counter, asking to get flogged. As I flogged him, she began sucking off her husband, and soon they were fucking just a few feet away. My concentration was completely broken; I’d seen them fuck before, but now I was naked in the kitchen, and suddenly all the jokes between us of group sex seemed like a real possibility.

I continued to flog and spank my boyfriend, even as she distracted me with her hands between my legs and her husband groping me. I paused occasionally to stroke his dick or wrap my mouth around it while my friend flogged my boyfriend.

The orgasm I had while my boyfriend was bent over and I continued to hit him while my friend and her husband groped me was unlike any I’d experienced.

Minutes later, all four of us were in the guest bedroom, 3 of us on the bed and my boyfriend on his hands and knees with his face buried in me. My friend and her husband were no longer feet away; they were close enough to feel their heat, to feel their skin, to grope them. Their hands were on me, my hands were on them.

I couldn’t have counted orgasms if you paid me. I’m spoiled in that my boyfriend has an amazing mouth, and he loves to use it.

My friend finished, right around the time my boyfriend finished. The night could have ended there, and I would have been happy…but it didn’t. My boyfriend and my friend left the room, leaving her husband and I together on the bed.

His hands… Oh god, his hands. He just ran them all over me for a few minutes, sending shivers throughout my entire body. The combination of the aftershock of orgasms with the shivers he was giving me left me moaning and biting my lip in pleasure.

Before I could properly grasp the situation and react, he was standing above me, about to thrust into me.

And then he did it, again and again and again. I could feel the strength of his arms as he played with my tits, relishing in the sensation of him inside me. My nails dug into his skin as he brought me to orgasm, but he didn’t stop.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my boyfriend look in the room and smile, right before I orgasmed so strongly that I shuddered and couldn’t see for a moment. My friend’s husband started to shake just after, his silence finally breaking with soft groans as he came on my stomach.