The big night was finally here. Mark’s girlfriend Fiona had wanted to be the focal point of group sex with multiple men, and Mark had asked Pete, Sam and me to help her fulfill this most ultimate, deepest, darkest – and most erotic – dream of hers. I’ve gotta say, it was close to the ultimate fantasy for me too. Because physically, Fiona was very near the ideal woman to my taste: curvy, plus-sized, with hair so copper-colored that it looked like it could carry a current. I’d gotten some vibes from Mark that she wasn’t exactly his ideal physical type, but she sure as fuck sounded like mine. Normally, one mustn’t covet his buddy’s girlfriend … but for tonight, that rule would be repealed.
Given her bashfulness about this forbidden fantasy – and she was a generally shy person already – making her the center of sexual attention was going to require some finesse and patience, but we understood that she had become determined to go through with it. It probably helped that she would fly back home to Ireland the next day, having finished her academic program, never to have to face any of us again.
To minimize her anxiety during the buildup, we’d been asked to remain in Pete’s room while Mark got her horned up. At some point, he would signal us to enter Mark’s room – and, by extension, Fiona herself – one by one. As Mark had instructed, Pete, Sam and I avoided any intoxicating substances – unusual for us – and watched a very unsexy movie in Pete’s room. It was even about baseball.
We heard the apartment’s entrance door open and close as Mark and Fiona returned from dinner, and then the door to Mark’s room closed. Shortly thereafter, through the wall, we heard the giggles and low moans of a couple getting amorous. After a few minutes, we heard the faint squeak of bedsprings, and had the same realization at the same time. “Um, they’re fucking now,” said Pete, starting to strip. “I think we’d better get ready. Who knows when he’s going to start calling us in.”
Sam and I followed suit into our birthday suits, and also unusual for us, we restrained ourselves from touching each other. After a few minutes of staring helplessly at each other’s stiffies, I couldn’t stand it any longer, gently giving each of them a few strokes. “God, those are both great cocks,” I said. I would miss them, having enjoyed them both quite a few times now, and not expecting to get another chance until school resumed in September.
Sam asked, “So who’s going in first?”
I think they were both too jittery to volunteer, so I did. “Then,” I suggested, “I think Pete should go in and work his curved stick in her, and after that, Sam goes in to really fill her up. I hope you don’t scare her with that thing, though, big guy.” Sam’s member was as thick as a tomato-paste can, though not much longer.
“Asses can’t handle this thing,” boasted Sam, “but I never met a pussy that couldn’t.”
“You mean all two pussies it’s been in so far?” joked Pete, providing the only real bit of levity to loosen up this anxious evening.
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Our muted, nervous laughter was interrupted by three muted bangs on the wall. That was the signal.
Here I went! I quickly left the room and slipped next door. Mark was in the throes of orgasm. I’ve never watched a friend fuck before, and it was thrilling just to watch him tense and climax inside Fiona, who was whimpering quietly as he worked on her.
But the far greater thrill was finally seeing Fiona’s nude body. I’d previously formed some mental images of what she might look like under her usual modest, loose-fitting clothes, but seeing her in the literal flesh far exceeded my imagination. How Mark could fail to fully appreciate her was beyond me. I’ll show her, I thought. Fiona was nothing less than the epitome of the beautiful larger woman, all soft, supple, broadly curving arcs of flesh. Heavy-hanging breasts, wide, well-padded hips, a rounded belly, the whole perfect deal.
She was keeping her eyes closed out of modesty, so to avoid making her too nervous, I initially avoided greeting or kissing her, sticking to the prescribed interaction. Mark pulled away, and I was now fortunate enough to glide my erect penis into her snug loveliness, well-oiled from Mark’s recent emission. I could only begin to fully ponder her majesty when I realized that lest I lose control right away, I had to switch my thoughts to baseball, and replayed at least one full inning of last night’s game in my head. After a couple of minutes, however, she seemed to get more comfortable with the idea of me screwing her, glancing up at me and pulling my head down for a kiss. Not having kissed a woman in a long time, I was thrilled by her soft lips and warm tongue. Fuck baseball, I’m not dissociating from this wonderful encounter.
I started roaming my hands all over her body, around her hips and along her legs, at the same time kissing the nape of her neck and whispering, too low for Mark to hear, “You are so beautiful, Fiona. Tonight, you finally get the attention you’ve always deserved.” That got her moaning harder. Then I worked my mouth down to those melonious breasts and took in one of her big gumdrop nipples.
“Oh yes!” she gasped. “Suck it hard!” So I did. “Now the other one!” Again, I did. “Now put them together.” Compliantly, I pushed her compliant jugs together and started flicking my tongue back and forth across both nubs. I wrapped my lips over my teeth, which allowed me to clamp harder as I sucked than by using my lips alone, which got her writhing. “Oh yes! Yes! Yes! You keep doing that, Joe, and I’ll get there!”
She was whining with every stroke in and out, by now clearly enjoying the novelty of attention from an extra man, her earlier inhibitions molten away. Getting her relaxed enough to truly get off on the attention and power of pleasing multiple men was, after all, the goal of the evening. That included her making us all cum, and realizing that I was about to make my own contribution to that part of the goal, I pounded on the wall three times to signal the next batter. I worked my way up to a shattering orgasm inside this shatteringly lovely woman, the combination of Mark’s and my cum-loads now dripping out of her and starting to wet the sheet.
For some reason, Pete didn’t walk in right away, Mark was still recovering, and with my own erection quickly dissipating, I stepped in to please Fiona another way while we waited. I lifted her weighty breasts and planted gentle, loving licks under their curves and down her soft belly – worshipping even that curve, just as I’d worshipped her mounds. I kept my hands on those boobs, kneading them and squeezing the nipples, until my tongue reached her lovely pussy. I ran it up and down the puffy, slick folds of her labia, then cleansing much of the semen out of her sex-channel. That got an “Oooh!” out of her.
I could have licked her all night, but Pete finally showed up. Somewhat reluctantly, I pulled back so he could take my place, briefly making eye contact with Fiona and mouthing “Thank you,” to indicate how much I’d enjoyed being between her thick legs. She returned a still-bashful but meltingly warm smile. By this time, Mark was hard again and stroking his cock. To my surprise, he bent down and licked the mixture of pussy juice and two guys’ cum off my shrinking, dripping manhood. Up to this point, I hadn’t known whether he had a bisexual side. “Oh, that’s soo hot! I’ve always wanted to see that,” moaned Fiona in her beautiful Irish lilt.
Pete pounded away for a while, using a different, more businesslike, less worshipful technique that also seemed to please her. He had both of her legs high and wide in the air, and was drilling her hard, prompting a happy “oof!” each time he bottomed out and ground his pelvis against her clit. I had to think that bent paddle of his was really churning things around inside this curvy woman. This might have made many women cum, but as vocal as she was, she clearly wasn’t there yet.
Pete soon pounded on the wall three times, then grunted and groaned as he donated his viscous contribution to the sexual soup we were brewing. Finally, in strode Sam, with his little/big stub swinging back and forth. I saw Fiona’s eyes pop open wide when she saw that thing. And once that thick meat was inside her, it did sound like it took her up to another plateau.
Meanwhile, I was stroking myself next to Fiona, as previously directed, having still not quite recovered the requisite rigidity. With Pete depleted and Sam unlikely to last, Mark volunteered, “Let me help you with that.” He got on his knees and did a nice job of sucking me most of the way back to hardness. Then Pete got behind me and stuck a lubed finger up my ass. Well, that did stiffen me fully. And just in time, because Fiona’s pussy was milking Sam’s climax out of him.
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As he pulled out, Fiona implored, “Would it be too much to ask you to lick me again, please, sweetie?” Well, how could I resist that? Smiling and maintaining eyelock with her this time, I sucked out Pete’s and Sam’s cum, bathing her womanhood with gentle, appreciative licks. My tongue moved downward to clean up her thighs, ass crack and cheeks that had turned positively pearly with all of the mixed runoff, which was fully soaking the bed by this point.
I wrapped my arms around her stocky thighs and pulled my face in tight to give her hole – actually, both of them – a good mouth-massage. Giving her pussy lots of attention, plus circling her tighter hole and darting my tongue into it a couple times, really got her moaning.
“Okay, now come up and foock me againe,” she breathily implored with that musical accent, her inhibition gone and actually comfortable maintaining eye contact. “And would you suck me titties againe?” And so I did, just like the first time. Having already licked all four of us guys’ deposits out of this lovely woman and about to enjoy a second round inside her, I was again as hard as iron.
I cradled her cheek in my hand, gazing into her eyes as I slid into her sloppy pussy for the second time. Caressing and loving all of those delightful curves, I whispered quietly into her ear how privileged I was to enjoy her warm, wonderful body again. I don’t think the other guys were fully tracking on how I was treating her, but her eyes – and her barely voiced “Oh, Joe”s – told me how much she was enjoying my worshipful attention.
Mark had said last night that the goal was to make her feel like the hottest slut in history, right? Even though Sam and Pete had drilled her fairly summarily and mechanically, I mused that each of us was contributing to that hottest slut feeling in our own way. We were a team, and it would take our combination of multiple approaches to make her cum: Mark as the supportive boyfriend, Sam and Pete emphasizing the slut part by using her as an impersonal cum dump, and me stressing the hottest part by giving her body the worship I felt it deserved. Fortunately, Mark gave no indication that he minded what I was doing, so I kept it up.
Speaking of teamwork, Mark and Sam were taking turns sucking on Pete’s dick, fluffing him up just in time as I once again felt the honor of filling up this babe. Fiona seemed to enjoy watching the side bi action too, knowing that even this was part of making tonight all about her.
As I came in her a second time, her moans synchronized beautifully with my grunting ejaculations. I’d cum twice now. How much more would she need?
Apparently, she was finally getting close, because just half a minute after Pete piloted himself up her canal for the second time, her moans got louder yet again, and now she pounded on the wall three times. Evidently, that was the signal that she was peaking, and Mark pulled Pete away to replace him.
Feeling bad for Pete not getting to finish his second time with Fiona, I lay down on the bed next to her and presented my ass for him. His well-lubed rod slipped in easily and he fucked me well and good, once again tickling my insides just the right way. Likewise, recognizing that Sam and his girthy Johnson weren’t getting a second round at all, I motioned for him to come around to my side of the bed so I could lick and suck that thick tool for all it was worth. Despite all of my enjoyment of Fiona, the centerpiece of the evening, I was happy to have one more chance to get my fill of both of these amazing but very different cocks.
While all this was going on, Fiona was screaming like a madwoman, almost like the fake overdubbing you hear in porn movies. While Mark pumped, she seemed transfixed by the spitroasting of me two feet away, and couldn’t take her eyes off the three of us still-horny men. She reached over to grab my hand and started screaming, “Ahh… ahh… ahh… ooohhh,” clearly now in the actual throes of orgasm.
It went on for a couple of minutes, her head twisting back and forth, and her body shaking and spasming like crazy, during which time Mark came too. All this sent Pete and Sam over the edge – after all, neither of them had come a second time yet – and they in turn pumped my holes full of their love lotion. Only after we’d all orgasmed did she relax her grip on my hand.
Once she had regained her composure, her body drenched in sweat and her face absolutely radiant from the experience, Fiona demurely said, “Thank you, boys. That was just what I needed. Good night.”
We quietly left the room so Fiona and Mark could have their privacy, and I crashed on their couch, much as I had a dozen times before.
I fell asleep feeling proud of my contribution to Fiona’s fulfillment in the way I thought she deserved. In the morning, she would share just how much she appreciated my adoration.
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Postscript: This series has resonated strongly with my readers, and I thank you all for your support. In particular, I enjoyed hearing from one Lush member who sent me the following PM just after I published Part One:
“Fiona is not a myth. I recall an occasion where there were 5 guys and [WOMAN’S NAME REDACTED]. She got us all off and loved it as we loved her. I look forward to reading your new series.”
