"You think this really happened, Sally?" Erik asked. "Four guys, and three of 'em were over eight inches. You know what the odds are?"
"Well, she might have exaggerated that part, but there are little things that tell me she probably did most of what she describes," I said.
"Like what?"
"She doesn't spend much time describing herself," I noted. "She only mentions her hair when she talks about getting it off her shoulders. She says she's a C cup but doesn't give her measurement. An inexperienced writer would probably say she had a 40-inch bust and maybe even forget the cup size, especially a guy pretending to be a woman. And the biggie is that she mentioned cleaning up afterward. It doesn't tell you anything new about the sex, but it's those little details that make me think it's true."
I could see the hope in Erik's eyes as he said, "You sound like you've done this before."
I lied and said, "No, but I've always wanted to." I wasn't lying when I said I hadn't done it. I just hadn't thought about doing it until I saw the expression on his face.
The plan was that it was his turn to read a story while I jacked him off, but my fib put an end to that. We raced to the bedroom, stripped the rest of our clothes off and fucked and sucked for an hour and a half.
I didn't think about it again for two months. That's when Erik told me he had a surprise for me for my birthday. He took me to a nice sit-down restaurant. When I say "nice," I mean it. It was fancy, not one of those erotic-themed places where you can practically see the cum stains on the seat cushions in the lobby. He had arranged for the waiter to bring me my present, the complete series of a show I'd mentioned once when I noticed it wasn't streaming any more. I assumed that was the surprise, and I thanked him profusely. Of course, if that were the surprise, you wouldn't be reading this story.
When we got through the door of our apartment, four guys greeted me in their underwear. Dell is a guy from our building who likes to wear a Speedo in the pool, and sometimes not much more when he does laundry. Erik must have noticed how I look at Dell, because there he was. I've never asked his age, but I'd be surprised if he's 25. His hair is straight, but it's the shade of blond that we think of surfer dudes having. Tom, who sits in the cube next to Erik at work, is Chinese-American, about 30. (His family's been here longer than my maternal grandmother's, so he doesn't have an accent.) Erik recruited the other two guys from his softball team, and he introduced me to them. Mike has short, white hair, and I only know that he's 32 because his birthday is the same as Erik's. (Erik is 27, and this was my 26th birthday.) Omar, I'm guessing, was neither the oldest nor the youngest person there. He's black, bald and probably six inches taller than anyone else in the room.
Omar greeted me. "Happy birthday. Lemme guess, you've always wanted to be with a black guy?"
"Not really," I said nonchalantly.
"Sorry, I took a chance you'd be interested," Erik said.
"Oh, I don't mean anything bad by it!" I said to both of them. "I've wondered what Idris Elba looks like naked. But I never thought about doing a black guy just because he's black."
"Thank you!" Omar said. "I got nothing against fucking white women either, but not when they treat us like, ... um--"
Tom interrupted, "Like white guys treat Asian women?" We laughed with the same unease that you laugh at Dave Chappelle.
During this part of the conversation, Erik had gone to the kitchen to bring out the cake. Like the restaurant, it was a nice cake, with decorations that wouldn't embarrass me if my grandmother were here. When they finished singing "Happy Birthday", Mike asked, "Aren't you going to open your presents?"
I was still overwhelmed, so it went over my head. "Where are they?" I asked.
"Hello!" Dell said, pointing to his cock. It was the same kind of micro-underwear I mentioned him wearing earlier.
Now I got Mike's joke. "Oh, those gifts!" I walked in front of him and put my hands over his dick. "Hmm. Lemme shake it to see what it sounds like." I jostled it a little, and it pointed up but not out. "Well, it's hard ..." I pulled the front of his boxers away from him. "It's just what I wanted!" I exclaimed. I pulled the boxers halfway down his thighs and stroked him once.
"Hey, I was first," Mike complained.
"How rude of me," I apologized. "Of course you were." I put my hands around his waist and rubbed his butt through his briefs. "It's a little bigger than the last one, but it's firmer." I smacked his butt. He turned around and pulled his underwear down for me. "I like this, too," I assured him.
"It comes with something else I think you'll like," he assured me. He turned around and I lifted his dick in the air.
"You're right. It's the second one I've gotten today, but it's not like toasters. No need to return this! Now, I wonder what Tom's got for me." I turned to Tom. His underwear had pictures of tigers on it. "I like the wrapping paper already," I said. I moved to his side to look at it from another angle.
"It's just tigers," Tom said.
"I thought maybe they were in different sexual positions like the cars and the imitation Smurfs I've seen on T-shirts. They are crouching, though. Are you hiding a dragon in there?" I pulled them down. "Even better. I forgot it's the year of the cock!" (I didn't know it, but it really is as I'm writing this.)
Now I turned my attention to Omar. He was wearing a thin blue thong that looked kind of like Dell's, but the hem was different somehow. I didn't have time to wonder what it was, because Omar cut me off. "Please don't say it's just the color you want," he said.
Tom asked, "You're not going to say, 'It's twue! It's twue,' are you?"
"I would if it were," I answered. I pulled Omar's thong down and said, "I wasn't going to say the color thing either. But it is just my size!" I've fucked a guy with a longer dick before, so I knew I was fine there, but it was so big around that I could feel myself getting engorged just at the mental image of my pussy lips surrounding it as he pumped in and out of me.
Erik was fully clothed when he brought the cake out, but he had stripped to his underwear while I opened my other "gifts." He was wearing red silk underwear and asked me, "You like it?"
I told him, "I love the packaging already." I looked to the other guys and explained, "I don't wanna overshare, but this is brand new. He had a pair just like this that he knows really turn me on, and they got torn to shreds in the washing machine a few months ago." I pulled him to me, cupped his balls, and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks for all of this," I told him. I stepped back and pulled on the right side while Erik pulled on the left. Usually when he wore that underwear, we ended up pulling it off like that.
I took a few steps back to admire this year's haul. "What do you think?" Erik asked.
"You really outdid yourself," I answered. Then I laughed. "It's like a United Nations. We've got Europe, Asia and Africa. If you'd invited the weekend maintenance guy, we'd have the Americas covered too!"
"That's great, but don't you wanna play with your new toys?" he asked.
"Course I do," I said.
The five of them moved in toward me. Tom and Dell unbuttoned my blouse, and Erik removed it. Mike unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and Omar pulled them down. Tom unhooked my bra, and Dell and Erik pulled it forward so I could wiggle the rest of the way out of it. Tom untied my shoes, Dell removed them, and Mike pulled my underwear down to meet Omar, who finished undressing me. Tom joked, "I think the animals did this in the unrated version of Snow White."
They stood around me again. I tapped the heads of all their cocks like a xylophone and sang the theme from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I don't play any sort of instrument, so I have no idea where the notes should have fallen, but no one seemed to mind. "I just don't know where to--Got it. Dell, come stand next to Erik." He moved between Erik and Omar.
I knelt in front of them. I held both their dicks in the air. I licked Erik's balls and then Dell's. Mike moved to our right. Erik took my hand off his dick and held it up himself. I took it slowly into my mouth, and I bobbed back and forth while I stroked Dell and Mike's cocks. After a couple minutes, I got the feeling that Mike couldn't hold out much longer. I let Erik out of my mouth. "Come fuck me," I said. I moved onto all fours so he could enter me. Once he got into a good rhythm, I resumed stroking Dell, and I deep-throated Mike. Sure enough, Mike only needed another minute before he gave me my first taste of cum for the night. I swallowed it quickly with a loud gulp just so he'd know.
Erik told Mike, "There's gonna be another opening pretty soon." Mike sat on the chair behind Erik. Erik picked up the pace. Erik pounded my pussy even harder knowing that his buddy was watching him. By the time I took Dell's cock in my mouth, Tom and Omar were on either side of him. Just like before, Dell held his cock up so my hands were free to jerk the other two guys.
I let Dell out of my mouth long enough to ask, "Having a good time back there, Erik?"
He pounded deeper inside me than he had since our first night in the apartment and asked, "Can't you--" He started coming. I adjusted my stance so I could resume sucking Dell but also take Erik's load deep in my womb. I felt him come, but I got so focused on Dell that I didn't realize Erik had pulled out until Mike took his place. There was no turning back. Sucking five guys I could hand-wave as just having fun, but taking two guys' loads in my cunt a few minutes apart surely made me a slut, and I loved it. It turned me on so much that I was able to deep-throat Dell.
Everyone was clearly having a good time. Tom even told us, "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Your hand jobs are better than most of the blow jobs I've ever gotten." I was really glad I had a mouth full of dick because it kept me from making a joke about Chinese prostitutes. Just to keep it that way, I put my hand on Omar's hip and motioned him toward Dell. I let Dell out and, for the first time in my life, I took two dicks in my mouth at the same time. "And it just got hotter," Tom said.
The tipping point for my first orgasm of the night was the last thing I would have guessed, the feeling of Tom's cum flowing onto my hand. I tried to tell everyone else, "I'm coming!" but the two dicks in my mouth meant they had to guess from context. I wanted to see Tom's cum on my hand, so I let go of the two guys. I licked it off. As soon as I let them out, Dell headed behind me. He was uninhibited, though. First he found the mix of cum around my pussy and rubbed it upward. Then he slipped his cock into my ass and started thrusting. I took Omar's dick back in my mouth, and Tom joined us. I ran my tongue over both their cockheads. I couldn't really do much else, so I steadied myself and let them do all the work.
Omar couldn't resist describing Dell's cock and my ass as Dell fucked me, right up until he said, "And now he's raising his head and closing his eyes. It looks like he's gonna come in your ass!"
Erik doesn't fancy himself a vocal impersonator, but he imitated a sports announcer and said, "It's up, it's outta here, it's gone!"
I looked at Omar. "Of course I want it. But I also know Erik's gonna wanna see this. Am I right?" Erik was nodding. "Plus, you're big enough that I'd probably want it doggy style even if we were alone."
I got on all fours again, and Omar slid his big cock inside me. Once he was securely in, Erik got underneath so he could see the black cock entering my alabaster pussy. I took Erik back in my mouth and Omar starting fucking me hard. "Hey, what's that?" Omar asked.
"You don't mind, do you?" I replied. Erik and I both laughed.
Tom and Mike got down on either side of us to see if Omar and I meant what they thought. Mike said, "I may have to rethink having my locker next to yours," he told Erik.
Erik stopped licking Omar's balls long enough to ask, "Afraid I'll lose control and do the same to you?"
Mike came around to where I was. "Not you, me!" I had Erik's dick in my mouth, but when I came up, I kept the head in my mouth. Mike licked Erik's balls and wrapped his tongue back and forth around the shaft.
I redirected the conversation. "Guys! Guys! This is exciting 'n' all, but tonight's about me, remember?"
"I remember," Omar assured me. He leaned forward and put his hands over mine to steady us both. The image of his black arm next to my white one made me picture my pink folds being separated by his black shaft. Dell got up to cup my left breast and Tom did the same to the right. Two hands that felt nothing alike were both covering my nipples and shaking my tits wildly. Tom is short, and his hands are correspondingly small, but my tits are only B cups, so he could still cover it, and we were both winners.
Omar fucked me so hard and so deep that I felt like I was entering a new dimension. "Shit! Fuck!" I yelled. "Fuck me! Feed me your cocks however you want! I want 'em all!" I took Erik back in my mouth and went down until I could see his balls bouncing against his ass. Omar and Erik came at the same time. The mental image of Omar's seed flowing through me and fertilizing an egg was tantalizing. That, plus the feeling of Erik's tongue tracing the line where my pussy met Omar's cock made me come again.
When Omar and Erik had both finished coming, I motioned for Omar to move off me, and I got off Erik. I told the guys, "That was fantastic, but I was hoping Erik would give me a ring." The color drained out of his face. "That's a joke, Erik! I meant I want you guys to form a ring around me." They all understood this. I lay on the floor and played with my pussy while my loving boyfriend and four new friends jerked off, each one making sure that he got it somewhere on me. Tom was the first. He knelt over my head. Most of it arched over and landed on my neck, but some of it landed on my chin and in my mouth. Dell got between my thighs and sprayed it over my belly. I think I felt a little land on my pussy too. Erik sprayed my tits, and the other two guys covered my belly from opposite sides. They were all kneeling around me. I did the Close Encounters theme again, but this time, Omar slapped my face lightly with his dick and sang the first note back to me. The other guys did the same, one at a time, and finished the theme. When they finished, we had our cake. As the only one without a dick to protect, it fell to me to cut it, so Erik served it.
Erik and I were still naked when our guests left. He led me to our bed and asked me, "Did you have a good birthday?"
I laughed incredulously. "How could I not?"
"The other guys coming inside you. Did you enjoy the danger?"
"Yeah, it was kinda hot," I admitted.
"There's one thing left," Erik said. "You liked taking five guys' cum in your pussy?" I nodded. (Not all five guys came inside me, but I wasn't going to quibble.) "Well, I'm about to lick five guys' cum out of you!" He dove toward me with his tongue. "Yeah, my girlfriend's such a slut. She fucked me." He licked my clit. "She fucked the guy from the swimming pool." He separated my pussy lips and licked the left side. "She fucked my co-worker." He licked the right. "She fucked the metrosexual guy." He ran his tongue around the opening. "And she loved fucking the black guy." I waited to see what he was going to do next. "Didn't you?"
"Mm-hmm," I said, as if I were a child being chastised.
"Yeah, you loved it. You're the best slut ever. Now I'm gonna drink it all in!" He held my hips, dove in with his tongue and tickled whatever he could find. He pulled back out and ordered me, "Tell me how you liked each guy."
Over the next fifteen minutes, I told him how wonderful each guy's cock was, including his, and he ate me to two more amazing orgasms before he fucked me again. That one gave me the kind of orgasm that suggests the origin of the phrase, "fucking your brains out." The next morning, I assured him that I really did only want to be a slut for one night.
Erik's birthday is a couple months away. I think he's already figured out what I'm getting him.
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