The end of summer block party was on for tonight!!! God, was I readyI had shaved my downtown and cleaned up real nice!! I purchased a new black lacy, low cut Demi-bra where my lily-white womanly globes poured out from what cover there was. The matching black lacy thong clung to my ass under my denim shorts as I anticipated the evening.
I had secretly gotten a note earlier that week. It was a mystery note signed by someone who was going to be in attendance. He told me to shave, buy new undies, and be on time. So, like the good girl I am, I did what I was told, as I felt naked beneath my clothes, and my soft melons pushed against my t-shirt knit.
I loved the frothy, ice chilled and delicious foo-foo drinks that, when made correctly, got me giggly and to act the wanton wannabee. The crowd was rather adult in nature you never knew what would happen or who it would happen to.
As I was handed my hamburger, I felt something attached to the bottom of my paper plate. Under the plate, when I removed the note, I found directions. “Come into the hosts’ house. Find the master bedroom. Be there in 15 minutes.”
With a few favourite drinks under my belt, my mood light and lively, I climbed the stairs in search of whatever was waiting for me. On the banister was the next note. I read it as I smiled at was beginning to take place, I felt a sweet wetness between to nest between my legs as I read: “Take off your T-shirt; we want to see that lacy bra. Undo your denim shorts, that thong has our names on it. Enter the room then look for the blindfold that is located on the bed. Bend over. Do not speak or ask questions.”
I did what it told me to do. I undid my button on my short shorts and pulled them down over my big ass. My thong strap was definitely visible. My shirt off, my nipples hard pushing through the lace of my bra, my round, huge and delectable melons poured over the top of it.
Secret, wanton, bewildered images filled my mind as my thoughts were beginning to run rampant. I entered, put on the blindfold, and bent over. Someone’s hands eased over my ass-cheeks while another joined his; both beginning to massage my big girl ass. I felt the vixen. I knew my ass was sticking up into the air and their hands displayed their eagerness to explore more.
More hands began to roam freely over my body. I felt hands moving to my breasts as one melon was roughly removed from my bra and the other soon followed.
I felt more hands touching my molten flesh.
It was not long after my breasts were released that I felt my first cock. It teased lightly against the knit. The dick was clearly poking, rubbing and prodding but it did not enter me. The hard joy stick began to roam, desiring its own path over my nether regions. Searching for my pussy, I now felt hands pulling my thong down around my thighs, to my feet and off. My big beautiful ass was now fully exposed.
My sweet and damp clad pussy lips felt fingers touching them as they spread my hole wider. I began writhing. My ass was swaying with the rhythm of my arousal, mounting that pinnacle that was sweeping over me when I felt a thick, fat hard cock began to enter my spread exposed cunt. Noisily my pussy grasped as it sucked the harden piece of man-meat deeper as it stiffened even more.
Still no words… but I gasped. It was me, as I soon became louder. I wanted to touch my swollen clit and as I reached to help me to the molten lava that oozed from where cock met cunt; my hand was pushed away. It was then that I breathed feeling such ecstasy and a familiar cologne caught my attention. I was sure it was someone I knew. Then the fat piece of cock meat fucked me hard, thrusting and pulsing, fucking me deeply. All the way to the root, banging his balls on me, he fucked me to the max. Then he came, emptying himself deeply within me, filling me fully with his cum.
He withdrew and another set of hands grabbed my curvaceous hips and spanked my exposed flesh. With each spanking came another hard penis, hot, rod of a shaft that raped my gaping pussy. They knew the holes, the right places to rub and I came hard; down my leg, dripping down my inner thigh. I reared my head back as my climax was explosive and I ejaculated not only over his cock, but on his hands that smeared it around my inner thighs. Whoever was within me, throbbed, moaned and spilled his man seed deep within me. It tipped over the edge as it leaked and escaped between the V of my thighs. But still no words were spoken. I groaned and moaned and my pussy was oozing with block party’s cum-cocktail.
Then it was over. The door closed and I was alone. I was a mess. I removed the blindfold and walked into the bathroom to clean up. There on the mirror was another note: “You’re a great fuck. But we knew that. See you next week at Men’s Poker Night… we expect you to continue to follow the notes left for you. Do not disappoint: we want your pussy to be ready for us.”
As I looked for my thongs and shorts, I noticed my thongs were nowhere to be found. I put the shorts and my t-shirt back on.
I went out and mingled some more. I searched around for who could have possibly been at the upstairs party.
Uncertain and as the party ended, I thanked the hosts and already felt a tingle in my box where my thong had once been. I could not help think about next week’s Poker Night.
**This text does not reflect, necessarily, ApartadoX opinion.
