Wild West
written by:
Jay

My friend Ginny is well-educated on non-traditional sexuality. She writes a blog that covers slut-shaming, LGBT issues, polyamory and everything else good or bad in that sphere of knowledge. I sought her input on a story once when I was concerned that one scene would seem mysogynistic. (It didn't.) One day I was at my favorite amateur porn photo site, and I saw a woman on her back with three guys. I clicked on the user's name, and the next picture showed her with four guys. Sometimes there's a short explanation of how it came to pass, but not this time. For some reason I started to wonder about it. In particular, since I couldn't see much of her face, I wondered whether she was enjoying it. I went to Facebook and asked Ginny to help me figure out not only the answer to my question but what my question even was. I had tried to imagine a woman doing it with one guy, and then another guy just happens along, and then another, and it just seemed too silly to be real. Then there was the presence of the camera. At some point did she or one of the guys say, "We should take pics just so we can all remember this!" I'm pretty sure I'd remember a night like that even without pictures. The word that finally came out of my mouth and keyboard during our chat was exploitation. I figured if it was amateur, she was probably enjoying it, but I couldn't shake that little bit of doubt.

"Did she look like she was physically aroused?" Ginny asked.

"Her nipples were hard and her labia looked puffy, so, yeah," I said.

"Could you see most of her face? If this were someone you knew in real life, would you recognize her?"

"Yeah," I answered. I didn't tell her that I still had the tab open.

"Could you see the expression on her face?"

"Not really. The only time I saw her chin, she was wiping some cum off it."

"Then there's a good chance she was cool with everything except the pictures." She explained to me that the probable reason for my confusion is that I had been taught that women have to be persuaded to have sex, and it's hard enough to persuade a woman to have sex with one man, let alone three or four. She assured me that there are women who "own" their sexuality, as she put it, and who have no qualms about pleasuring and being pleasured by multiple guys at one time.

Still wondering what sort of chain of events leads to one of these occasions, I mentioned a letter I'd read in a magazine some time ago where a guy came right up to a woman at a racquetball court and asked her if she'd like to "get nasty" with three men, and she did. (She was the one writing the letter.) Ginny told me that while that's not totally impossible, "That kind of outing's kind of dangerous. Usually she has one partner that she trusts, and they arrange it together." That answer was satisfactory on its own, but her use of exclamation points and all caps in some places had me wondering whether she spoke from experience. Given the nature of our friendship, I didn't ask.

I didn't have to. A few months later, I went on a business trip to Omaha. Ginny only lives an hour away, at a house that overlooks the Platte River. A couple weeks before the trip, I got a message from a guy who introduced himself as Rich, Ginny's lover. He told me that they were arranging what they liked to call an un-birthday party. They'd borrowed the term from Alice in Wonderland because "gang bang" made it sound nonconsensual on her part, when it was anything but. He said that she'd told him about our conversation, and they agreed that I was the right kind of friend to include at least once. I didn't hesitate; I said yes immediately.

For the next couple weeks, I second-guessed myself. First I messaged Ginny just to make sure I wasn't the victim of a prank, and she assured me this was real. I wondered whether this would change our friendship. I'd heard of women who "didn't want to ruin the friendship," but I'd never heard of one actually being ruined that way. Then I remembered the episode of Seinfeld where his plan backfires and he thinks he's going to have to have a three-way. ("I'm not an orgy kinda guy," he wailed. "I'll have to buy new clothes!") Ginny must have sensed something, because, out of the blue, she told me about the rules they always insist on. It was okay to tell people about the night as long as you didn't say who the other people were. Anyone except Rich who came inside one of Ginny's orifices had to use a condom. They wouldn't invite anyone that either of them might develop romantic feelings for. (Yes, I said "either." They'd had similar evenings with multiple women as well as other couples.) They also wouldn't invite someone who was in a relationship and not invite the partner. Because of how this came about, she also told me that pictures weren't allowed.

After my business in Omaha concluded, I took the train to Ginny's town. Per her instructions, I took a cab to her house. Ginny let me in and called Rich in from the kitchen. Ginny was 30, and Rich looked about 40. (I'm 38.) He was carrying a couple beers, which he put down to shake my hand. "Hi, I'm Rich. You must be Jamie." He handed one of the beers to a guy who I guessed was Japanese and in his thirties. "Here you go, Joe," he said. Joe shook my hand. Another guy had stepped forward, and Rich told me, "This is Bill." Bill put his drink down and shook my hand. Bill had blond hair that was so short, I was sure he must have been a Marine.

I tried not to sound nervous, even though as far as I knew, I'd never see any of these people again. "So, uh, how do we start?"

I couldn't pull the deception off. Rich put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Relax. We don't have any set formula. Sometimes Ginny'll be aggressive and unzip the first pair of pants she comes to. Other times, she'll put on some music, let us dance with her and see what it leads to." He had barely finished the sentence when I heard the jazz start.

Ginny's never been one to mince words, so I won't either. She's fat. Not morbidly or comically fat, like you see in cartoons, but big enough that she's occasionally blogged about the difficulties in buying plus-size clothes. Fortunately, she has a great sense of fashion. She had a strapless dress on that showed off enough cleavage to keep our attention, but not so much that she couldn't have worn it to the symphony. It wasn't see-through, either, so we were left to wonder what if anything she had on underneath. Her confidence makes her sexy despite her size. She moved slowly in the center of the room, knowing that none of us could take our eyes off her or wanted to. Rich came up behind her, put his hands under her bust and kissed her on the neck. She didn't return his kiss, but she lifted her heels up so there was more contact between them. "Don't be selfish, darling," she said. "We have guests." Rich steered her toward Bill and took his hands off her.

Ginny extended her hand. Bill took it, and she led him to the middle of the room. He put his arms around her and ground his crotch into hers. I could hear her hum her approval. She opened her mouth, and he did the same. This was the first time I'd seen two people French kiss and not turned my head in embarrassment. He put his hands on her butt and led her until she had her back to Joe. He brought his arm up to the top of Ginny's dress and held out the zipper. We stood there mesmerized, so he looked directly at Joe and wiggled the zipper again. Joe took the hint and pulled the zipper down to just above her waist. Rich and I went to her side and each pulled on a sleeve. Once her tits were exposed, Ginny pulled on one sleeve and Bill pulled on the other until we'd undressed her from the waist up. Bill and Rich each took an arm. Ginny lifted her right leg, and they lowered her to the floor. They stepped away, and she lay back. I went to my left and Joe to the right. I kissed my way up her arm and over to her tit. Joe hadn't wasted any time. He'd been rubbing the other tit the whole time. "Do you like it, darling?" Rich asked.

"A guy on each breast? You know it, lover," Ginny answered. "Why don't you come over and find out how much I'm enjoying it?"

She raised her knees, and Rich came over. He slid a hand under her dress, but from my perspective, I still couldn't tell whether she was wearing any underwear. At this point, I didn't care. If she liked this, I'd give her more. I leaned over her tit and licked a circle around her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. After a minute or so of Rich's experienced finger, Ginny began bucking her hips. Her dress came down, and now I could see that she was wearing crotchless panties. I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy lips. Rich must have noticed my expression, because he said, "Yeah, it's beautiful, isnt' it?"

I nodded. "It's that special beauty that only zaftig ladies' pussies have." Yeah, I know I said "fat" before, but at this moment, I wasn't going to use it.

"You want to see it up close, don't you?" he asked, and I nodded again. Rich got up and I moved between her legs. I rubbed each inner thigh up to her pussy before I ran my fingers between her lips.

"Hey, what about my tit?" Ginny asked.

Bill said, "I got this." He moved to where I'd been and rubbed under her tit, then around it. He palmed her nipple and took it into his mouth.

"That's better," she said. "Now where's my lover?"

"Be right there," he said from across the room. He had his pants and underwear down to his knees, and he was taking his shoes off. I went back to what I was doing. I had two fingers going in and out of her, and her hips were bucking every time I went in further. When I got three fingers all the way in, she arched her back, accidentally pushing away the two guys at her tits.

I'd felt a foot against my leg earlier, but it didn't register at the time that it meant Bill's pants were already off when he took my place. "Rich is taking too long," Ginny said. "Bill, come over here." He knelt over her and pointed his cock toward her mouth.

"Not so fast,," Rich said. For a moment I thought there was a pecking order of some sort, but Rich handed Bill a condom. "Remember the rules." Bill stepped away, and I heard him open the wrapper. Soon Rich had his cock in her mouth, and he said, "Ha! Too late."

I got closer to the ground, partly to get a better look and partly so I could eat this delicious-looking pussy. I got one finger of each hand back inside her and splayed the lips. I ran my tongue up the length of one lip and down the other before sliding it in. I let her legs close back around my neck. Despite the common and cruel joke, I didn't feel like she was choking me. She bucked so hard that I had to think how to keep her pussy close to my lips. I put my hand under her butt to try to pull her back, and when I did, I accidentally pulled my middle finger over her panty and between her butt cheeks. The way she flinched, I had a feeling she'd want someone to fill that hole before the night was over. By this time Bill was kneeling next to her. She let Rich out of her mouth long enough to tell Bill, "You took too long, but that's okay. Give me your cock." Bill hadn't put the condom on, since it wasn't needed any more. He held it up, and Ginny wrapped her hand around it. She laid her head back and let Rich do the work of fucking her face while she stroked Bill's cock.

It dawned on me that part of the reason I had such a good view of the blow job is that no one was playing with Ginny's tits. "Someone's missing," I noted, and I resumed eating her. I licked a circle around her pussy lips and then licked a line between them.

At that point Bill groaned, "Damn it, I'm coming already."

"Thanks for the warning," I told him. "Sorry, Gin," I added. "I'm not ready for that yet."

Rich told me, "That's okay. We don't expect you to do anything you're uncomfortable with any more than we expect Ginny to."

I got up just in time to see Bill spray his cum on Ginny's tits. "That's fantastic," I said. "I've never seen that in person before."

Joe handed Bill and Ginny each a hand towel. "Good thing I got thirsty, huh?"

Bill wiped his dick off and laid the towel next to his pants. Ginny pulled her dress up while I removed her underwear. Once she was naked, she wiped off her belly and put her towel on top of Bill's.

"My turn!" Rich announced. I knelt to Ginny's side to get a close-up view. She sucked hard, but a little bit of his cum spilled out onto her cheek.

I had noticed when Joe came back that I was the only one who still had pants on, so I took my clothes off. After Rich finished coming, Ginny asked, "Who wants to be next?" After a brief silence, she added, "Come on, don't be shy." I took her at her word and came over to her. I picked a condom up from the table. Ginny got on her knees and did something I'd heard about but never seen, let alone experienced. She unwrapped it and put it on me with only her mouth. This got me hard enough that my hand was no longer necessary. With my last girlfriend, I practically had to beg for anything but vaginal sex in the missionary position, but Ginny clearly loved cock wherever she could get it. She wiggled her hips, which made her mouth move a little from side to side, touching new spots on my shaft. She went up and down slowly, moving her hips some more. She let me out the next time and asked, "Come on, guys. Doesn't this do anything?"

Bill picked up the condom that he'd unwrapped a few minutes prior and put it on in a hurry, no doubt afraid that Rich would beat him again. He moved up between Ginny's legs, and she separated them for him. I could tell from the angle his dick was pointing that it probably rubbed one of her upper thighs. She lifted one of her legs, and he reached down to raise his cock. I could tell by the way they moved their hips that he was slipping it inside of her. "She's got a great pussy, doesn't she?" Rich asked.

"Uh-huh," Bill answered.

"She likes to be fucked hard," Rich told Bill. Bill pulled up closer and pounded into her. I know it's a cliché, but the harder he fucked her, the harder she sucked me.

I was finally getting into the feel of things. "Ooh, yeah, Ginny. You like having two dicks in you, don't you?"

Ginny nodded and bucked back against Bill. "Yeah, work that ass, baby!"

She let me out of her mouth and pulled away from Bill. "Hey!"

Bill had a puzzled look. Rich explained, "She doesn't like being called 'Baby.' It's infantile. Literally."

"Sorry," Bill said.

"Just don't do it again," Ginny said. She backed her ass up to him and he got back inside easily.

On Bill's first full thrust, Ginny deep-throated me and accidentally licked my balls. "Shit, Ginny, just do that for a little bit!" I shouted.

She let me out and reminded me, "The condom's only if you're gonna come in my mouth. If you like this, we don't need it." She proceeded to lick circles around my sac.

"Dammit," Bill said. "I forgot about that, or Rich wouldn't have beaten me!"

Rich and Joe were sitting off to my right, slowly stroking themselves. I managed to ask, "Does this look as hot from there as it feels for me?"

"Not possible," Joe managed to grunt, "but pretty exciting."

Ginny leaned back toward Bill, moving him out of position. "Get on your back," she told him, and he did. She repositioned herself so she was riding him. She pistoned up and down on his pole. She'd abandoned my balls, but I was having so much fun watching her fuck him that I didn't mind. I sat there on the couch and started jacking off. Joe did the same, making sure to leave a comfortable distance between us.

As she went faster, her tits bounced higher and higher. I had a full frontal view, so all I had to do was look down to see her engorged pussy lips. Joe probably didn't have quite as good a view, but he was enjoying it nonetheless. Suddenly she mashed down on Bill's crotch and announced, "I'm coming!"

Bill told her, "Me too!"

"Let us see!" Rich shouted. Ginny raised her hips just a little, and we could see Bill's balls contracting. When they'd both finished convulsing, Ginny raised herself up, and we could see how full the condom was. He took it off and went to the kitchen to throw it away.

While Bill did that, Ginny announced, "I've got room for two more!"

Joe and I both got behind her, and Rich got in front of her. She told Joe, "You haven't gotten in on the fun yet. You can take me from behind." While Joe was putting his condom on, she told Rich, "This'll be the fourth dick inside me tonight, and no one's left their cum inside me. I want yours." He sat with his legs out, and she moved onto his dick in a sitting position. They moved around so she was on top, and from that angle, Joe was able to enter her. I could see Joe's dick, but I didn't have much of a view of Ginny's pussy.

After they bucked back and forth a few times, Bill said, "Eight seconds. Yee-haa!" in a cowboy-type voice. I laughed, but I don't think the rest of them heard us.

"Have you done that before?" I asked Bill.

"Not with her," he said, "but one time me and my ex got together with Rich and Ginny, and we did my ex like that."

"How was it?"

"It's amazing as long as you don't mind your dicks touching. Do you?"

"I don't know. I haven't tried it yet."

Before long, all three of them were writhing. I didn't even notice who announced they were coming first. All I know is that Joe came out first, and Ginny sat up straight, which meant we could see some of Rich's cum dribbling out of her cunt and down her leg.

We sat back for a while and talked. After a half-hour or so, Ginny was ready for more. She picked up two condoms and tossed one each to me and Bill. She told Bill, "Pick your opening."

Bill looked at me and remembered our conversation. "I'll let Jamie pick first."

"Well, as nice as your ass looks, I've been looking at your pussy from so many different angles tonight. I want in."

Bill said, "Then I'll take your asshole."

Ginny got on her knees, but I stopped her. "Could we start in the missionary position, please? I'd like to see it happening."

"Sure, Jamie," she said. She got on her back and I slid my condom-clad dick inside her. It took a little more effort because she'd lost some natural lubrication while we were sitting around. I didn't mind, because that made it feel as though I was the first one of the night.

"Your pussy's so lovely," I said. "I wanted to see it engulfing me. Thanks!" I thrust into her a few times, and then she rose up and eased me onto my back.

Once I was securely inside her in this new position, she told Bill, "Ready!" I fucked her slowly just to keep myself hard, and he poured some lube over her backside. I could feel a little of it drip onto my balls. He moved in, and toward the end of his effort, I could sense his cock moving along the shared wall. Once we were all nestled together, Bill and I thrust back and forth. When he'd thrust forward, I'd pull back, and vice versa. I felt like the rhythm was almost as intimate with Bill as it was with her, and I didn't mind. Just when I didn't think it could get any more exciting, she yelled, "Big finish, guys!" She sat up and held up her tits, and Joe and Rich each came over and sucked on one.

Ginny, Joe and Rich were rising and falling together, and then Joe reached down to play with her pussy. He found it, but he also ended up stroking my cock as it went in and out. That was all I could take. I warned everyone, and I mean everyone, "I'm gonna come!"

Joe and Rich stepped away. Bill yelled, "Me too!"

At first I wasn't aware of anything but my own dick pulsing, but after the first few spurts, I thought I felt Bill's cum pulsing into his condom at the same time. When all of our orgasms subsided, Ginny leaned back and stood up. Both our dicks came out of her. Ginny took my condom off while Bill removed his own. When his fell, our dicks touched directly. I felt a spark of electricity at that moment, but my dick was so worn out that I couldn't respond.

After that, we all got dressed again. Bill and Joe had come in their own cars, so they went home. I spent the night in Ginny's guest room. If she and Rich had a night to themselves, I was too exhausted to hear it. When she was taking me to the train station, I told her, "I noticed a tan line on Joe's ring finger. I thought you didn't invite one partner without the other."

"Oh, that's different, because we know 'em as a couple. We've had 'em both over, and they've had us over. In fact, we had her over once when it was Rich and three women. We would have invited you to our last un-birthday party, but you still had a girlfriend. So, was this what you expected?"

"Better," I told her. "I thought it would just be a bunch of guys getting their rocks off, but everyone wanted everyone else to have a good time. Bill even let me go first because he wanted me to be sure I was comfortable with whatever we did. I've been to churches that could learn a lesson about caring for your fellow man." Remembering Ginny's dislike of phrases that are gender-specific, I corrected myself. "I mean, human being."

That was in February. Fortunately, she was right about something else. The night didn't lead to either of us developing new feelings for each other, just a heightened enjoyment of the friendship we already had. Ginny says they might have another party this summer, when it's warm enough to skinny-dip in the river. I may have to persuade my boss to send me to Omaha again.