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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely in your own head. But enjoy it anyway. Also, this is my first erotic story. Thanks to Kristen, of "The Kristen Collection" on asstr.org for the inspiration and for collecting so many fantastic stories. I'd like feedback -- please send it to bongo_ras@my-deja.com .
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I was going to say, if you don't want to read stories with male / male bi sex, don't read this one. But fuck you if you can't take it. You don't see disclaimers like that before any of the million Shelly the sexy bi cheerleader stories out there, right? So fuck it anyhow. This is a story that I have to tell. I just have to, and I hope my friend Frosty likes it too. It was like this:
I didn't think I was opening any big can of worms when I took the personal ad out. "28 year old Male seeks exciting female partner for fun, games, sexploration. Let's live our wildest fantasies together! No strings attached, please." I have a good relationship, see, and I just figured, before I get married I'd like to learn a little bit about my sexuality. No bullshit. I was out for a simple solution - a slut like I read about online, who maybe I could take `shoe shopping' or to the `amusement park.' You know, your basic exhibitionist run of the mill bisexual cum slut. And cute. Intelligent, I hoped.
Not a lot of responses came in. In fact, none. I was about to cancel the ad when I got a curious voicemail. It was a sexy sounding woman's voice, and it went "Hi. I'm the raven, and I'm looking for the same thing as you. If you think you're wild enough to try what I have in mind, call me at (xxx)xxx-xxxx." (yeah, like I'll really give you her number. Right.)
My palms were sweating and I almost didn't call, but fuck it, I spent $35 for the ad and my girlfriend wasn't getting any wilder, so I called. The same woman answered, and I said some lame thing like `hi, I'm Bob, I got your response to my voice mail.' I think I expected something slick. Instead I got something like `oh. I'm . raven . um, do you want to meet for coffee or something?'
So I found myself in a local Border's bookshop wearing `a green sweatshirt' waiting for a girl who didn't say she she'd wear or look like. I expected anything from a fat awful slob to a friend of mine playing a joke. I wasn't prepared for what I got.
"Hi, I'm the raven. But you can call me Frosty." Sitting across from me was a very attractive woman in her early twenties. Now, I'm no slouch - I'm 28 and fit, my hair's good, my face is fine and I have nice eyes. But I'm not used to meeting women like Frosty, with her olive skin, brown eyes, breasts that are upright and round, and shoulder length black - raven colored, actually - hair that set off her skin exquisitely. She was wearing jeans and a black top. Nothing slutty. Just what your average drop dead gorgeous woman wears when she's meeting a guy for a sexual adventure, I suppose.
We made small talk for a bit and really, honestly, we hit it off. We were becoming friends. I could tell, she'd pose no threat to my relationship, but I could make her laugh, and when talked, I listened and she made sense. So after like a half hour, I was wondering if this was going to go anywhere, of if it was some sort of misunderstanding.
"So Frosty. You said something about `wild enough to try what you have in mind.' I think I am, but how can I answer that when I don't know what you have in mind? I'm thinking, probably you already know I'm wild enough to have a cup of coffee in Borders with you."
She blushed, just a tiny bit. An almost imperceptible blush. "Oh, you never can tell. Coffee in Borders can be quite exciting, you know. But that's not what I mean. I've been invited to join in a club by an older man at my office. It's like, some kind of sex club. I totally wouldn't care about getting in except I'm just a paralegal and this guy's a partner in the firm. Plus, plus, well, it sounds kind of fun. He asked me to join, but he told me in order to be eligible I'd have to bring a man with me. And that we'd both have to be willing to have ANYTHING happen. I wasn't going to bother but then I read your ad. And I started thinking. Do I want try any of the things I think about before going to bed at night? I do. So it sounded like a good idea. if you're interested."
At this point, Frosty's brown eyes and delicious body had me totally captivated. If she had said she were looking for someone to compile lists of legal procedures for her I'd have gone along, fuck, I'd have done anything she asked. But when she started talking about a sex club, it sounded to good to be true. I almost came in my pants - in fact, I was aware of a pretty steady drip from the end of my dick. "That sounds interesting. When is it?"
"I'll call." She pulled out a cell phone and dialed. "Hi, Mr. Atkinson? It's Frosty. From work? Remember that club? Yes. Yes, I know where that is. What time? OK. We'll be there."
"That's strange," she said, "it was almost like he expected me to call. He wants us to come by 1042 Elm Street at 11:30 tonight. I hope you're free?"
"I am now. But it's only 5:00. How can we kill 6 hours?" I had a good idea. So did Frosty. We spent the next six hours at her apartment. We explored each other lovingly for an hour. Her body was a delightful as I expected, her nipples extra sensitive, her tongue talented. She had some ideas about keeping fresh for the night, so we mostly played with each other. Her mouth was warm, and we decided one orgasm apiece would leave plenty of appetite. When I came in her wonderful mouth, and looked straight into my eyes as she swallowed. I took my time down below on her. She was satisfied, her orgasm coming in giant waves, moaning, grinding her hot pussy into my face. This was the passion I'd been looking for. I couldn't wait for the rest of the night.
1042 Elm was in a ritzy, old-money part of town. The house itself was set back, near the country club. There was a string of impressive automobiles parked in front. Mine was the only Honda Civic. In fact, the next cheapest car was probably worth three Honda Civics. The lights were on, and we parked and walked up the walkway to the door. I looked at Frosty and said, "Well, sweetie. This ought to be interesting." We kissed deeply, and were still kissing and embracing when the door opened and a man's voice said "Inside. The two of you. Now."
Frosty and I entered into a foyer. She said "Hi, Mr. Atkinson."
Mr. Atkinson said, "Frosty. I'm so glad you could make it. Any this must be Bob. Welcome." He was a craggily handsome 50ish man with gray hair, clean shaven. His eyes were black, and as warm as the coal that made up Frosty the Snowman's legendary eyes. As we shook hands I saw he was wearing black leather gloves. He lead us into the next room, which was lit with muted lamps and featured a raised platform in the center upon which was a bed. An extremely large round bed, with no posts, but some rails towards the top. Which were worn down slightly.
"You have been invited to join in an exclusive club. We are devoted to the arts of the erotic. As a club, we deny each other nothing. Our members take each other as we wish; without regard. If you qualify for membership, Frosty and Bob, you will both be part of the most exclusive and powerful circle of lust in the city. Nay, in the nation."
Nay. Who the hell says `nay.' I almost `nay-ed' him right in the balls. But I could see how excited Frosty was. Her eyes were glistening, her nipples were hard, and I think I knew her well enough to sense some moisture between her thighs. So I held my tongue. Even if this is a scam and he wants to watch us screw, or wants to screw her while I watch, what the hell. I was close to her already and besides, it sounded kind of kinky and fun.
"The rules are this," he continued, "the first evening is initiation. Tonight you prove your willingness to surrender your bodies, your souls even, to the club. If you pass the test tonight, then tomorrow, we shall deny you nothing. Are you willing?"
I looked at the raven. She looked scared, but excited. I felt her squeeze my hand. I nodded. She did the same. "Yes, Mr. Atkinson. We accept." I eagerly awaited the group fucking and sucking. I'd only read about this sort of orgy. Wow.
"Remove all of your clothes." We took off our clothes. Frosty looked so hot. I could see she was trembling with lust or fear when we stood naked next to each other. My cock was already risen to full mast. Even though this old guy was there. I guess a prick knows no shame. He commanded us to lie down on the bed. Before we could stop him, he had handcuffed my left hand to her right hand. The chain between our hands was secured to the rail. Although we could move our other arms at will, we couldn't get up. Then we were blindfolded.
"Kiss her."
I didn't have to be asked twice. I leaned over and found Frosty's face. It was warm and I passionately explored her mouth. My hand went to her boobs and felt the rock hard point of her nipples pressing into my palm. I dropped my mouth to her succulent breasts as one hand explored her pussy. She was dripping wet already and I heard her moan, and she began to slowly jerk me off. I was vaguely aware of footsteps and voices. Men's voices, woman's voices. Then, as I was about to put my cock inside of Frosty's delicious cunt for the first time that night. my cock was at the edge, I could feel her pussy throbbing, her hands were on my ass, one finger was playing with my anus, her mouth on my chest, sucking and licking me, oh I was about to fuck her that wonderful woman, I started sliding my cock into her when I felt a pair of female hands on my face. And heard a female voice.
"No, no, no. mustn't fuck this little slut just yet." It was a sexy voice, an upper class sort of west side, silver spoon sort of sexy, cocaine and her daddy's doorman sort of slutty, screw the tennis tutor and fuck her hubby's business partner sort of bitchy. And my cock was cruelly squeezed and I was pulled off of Frosty. I heard her moan. And heard her gasp "oh god, fuck me. Fuck me. Oh oh yes, I love the way your cock fills me, keep fucking me." Who was fucking her? I didn't have time to think about it though, because I was on my back with a shaven pussy in my face. I couldn't see but I could taste, and I could lick, so I did. I started to lick that cunt for all it was worth. While I was licking someone took my hand and soon I was sliding my fingers inside of hairy cunt. A warm mouth engulfed my prick. I felt legs squeezing my head and heard that same aristocratic voice moaning as an orgasm ripped through the pussy in my mouth and long nailed hands roughly raked my chest and I felt a tongue enter my anus and then the long nailed finger made it's way down, my wet cock in the hair, rubbing it's blade across my prick, down my balls, and then plunging deep so fucking deep inside my asshole.
I heard Frosty moaning passionately, then shouting her climax `oh yes, keep oh god you fuck so fuck me OH OW MY ASS oh please stop not there oh,' now crying, then moaning again `oh god I love it you fuck my asshole it feels good yes oh fuck me' and then a grunting sound and a man's voice saying `yes slut I'm coming in your ass all over your pussy then all over you' and she kept moaning, crying, and I couldn't see and all I wanted was to see her but then, then I had problems of my own because the finger removed itself from my ass and I felt the bed sag as a heavier presence dragged itself up and then I felt a man's hands parting my legs.
`No man I'm not like that' but before I could get the words out of my mouth, my mouth was filled with soft cock. I'd never tasted cock before. It tasted shitty. Cum was leaking out the front. Then I realized why. It was whoever had fucked my new friend's asshole. He was shoving his flaccid cock in my mouth. I just gave in and started sucking, getting the cum to stream slowly out the end. I know how sensitive my own cock is after a fucking and I wanted to make this guy love it, and hell I guess I am bisexual after all, and then when I felt the prick of another unseen man edging between my ass cheeks I just let myself moan. `Yes, oh man, fuck my asshole." I moaned fuck my asshole, partially to get myself psyched, a little to let Frosty know what was going on, and a little because, honestly that's what I wanted. I wanted to have my asshole fucked.
And so it went on for hours. I didn't see anyone. I ate so many different cunts and felt so many different mouths on my prick. My ass was violated at least ten times by penises, and once I'm sure by a dildo. I heard Frosty come, and I heard other women come next to me. I knew she was having her holes filled as relentlessly and by as many different things . genders . people as me and from her moans, she was loving it like I was. I was a total slut. I lived for the sensation of being fucked. My ass was just a hole to be filled like my mouth. My prick was just a thing to be sucked jerked fondled straddled ridden. It just stayed hard, blasting load after load, sometimes into mouths, sometimes splattering back up and onto my chest, sometime into assholes and inside cunts, sometimes between titties and into chests and hands and into hair. I kept moaning, begging for more, and I heard Frosty do the same. Our hands were still cuffed together, and part way through the night we started holding hands. I'd feel her squeeze my hand in the throes of a wild orgasm and I'd squeeze her hand when I came. From our moans it was like, somehow, none of the people fucking sucking cumming on and in us were different from each other, it was like Frosty with her beautiful brown eyes was fucking my ass, like she was licking MY cunt, MY pussy, like I was fucking her titties, sucking her cock, like we were cumming on each other, in each other.
After what felt like hours, hours, things slowed down. I felt bodies leave the bed. Then I heard the sound of many hands moving over many cocks. I knew my love and I were in the middle of a circle jerk. After many minutes, sperm started blasting down on me. And her. I kept my mouth open, my free hand slurping it up into my slutty mouth, reaching across my body, feeling it puddling up on Frosty, feeling her free hand do the same. After a time, a strong pair of hands turned me over onto my stomach, so I was lying on top of her. A pair of hands put my cock inside Frosty's pussy. I knew it was hers, somehow. I started slowly fucking, gently, passionately. I started whispering `darling, I love you.' We were kissing. Then a pair of hands removed our blindfolds and there I was, astride my new beloved. I could see the tears and joy and cum on her face, hair, body. Her nipples, so tasty and hard still, were sticky with jizz. I know I looked the same way. I briefly glanced up into the circle of men and women. All naked. Around me couples were copulating in every combination, men with women / men with men / women with women / and every imaginable combination.
As I started to come, and I felt, and for the first time in that whole orgy saw her orgasm, I whispered in her ear, "so this is what you mean by wild?"
We were still giggling when, hours later, we cleaned each other with our tongues and dragged our sexually satisfied carcasses back to her apartment for some well earned sleep. I think I've found a new soulmate. And we can hardly wait to initiate the next members!