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By JackBro (jackbro_99@Yahoo.com)

I heard a normal college party outside my bedroom door. Music played. People talked. I pictured them walking around in my living room, casually drinking and carrying on with interesting conversations about sports, school, and whatever else fancied their interests.
I planned to enter into this party, but not like any of the others. As I looked down at myself and at my half-naked body, I grew excited at the thought of finally being able to fulfill my most intense fantasy.
"Well Debbie, are you ready yet?" My friend, Loretta, cracked open the door to look inside. "You look absolutely fantastic. I'm sure a few of the guys are going to have a hard time."
I drew in a deep breath and looked down on myself once more. 'It wouldn't be so bad if I was more normally sized,' I thought to myself. If I had a flat chest or even average sized, it wouldn't be nearly so intimidating. But I knew my double-D cupped melons displayed in the erotic swimsuit would draw everyone's attention. Two narrow strips of cloth fell down from my shoulders and across my boobs. They joined an equally meager panty around my waist. It was enough to cover all the most important parts, but just barely. I saw tit sticking out all over. I think a full two-thirds of my big boobs lay exposed. Even worse, they lay exposed in their natural, plunging state because the erotic swimsuit offered no support. Additional skin lay exposed behind me, I knew, for the swimsuit needed no straps across the center of my back, and the bottom was little more than a thong.
Into the party I was supposed to enter wearing this meager selection of clothing. Everyone else would be fully dressed, but I would have skin sticking out all over. They would get to see nearly all of me, but they were not supposed to notice or say anything about it. This was my fantasy. This was what I dreamed about on those cold, lonely nights.
"Well?" Loretta interrupted my thoughts.
"I guess so," I looked to her to reluctantly answer. I felt my pulse racing.
"Well then, let's go," Loretta stepped inside and took me by the arm as though to give me the courage to finally go through with it. No one stood in the hallway on the opposite side of the open door, thank God, but I suppose it didn't really matter. They were all going to see me anyway. I tossed my long, dark hair over my shoulders and cautiously followed.
Except for one special invitee, according to Loretta, everyone knew me. A few were friends. Others were classmates. I already recognized one voice as my geeky lab partner from chemistry class. Loretta said she invited a dozen people who agreed to help me live out my wild little fantasy. Luckily, not all were men, as I first expected. Loretta surprised me earlier when she said all but one of the guys arrived with a date. The girlfriends and two wives apparently felt just as interested in participating as the men.
"Come on Debbie!" Loretta had to almost pull me into the hallway. Even though I originated the whole idea, I still felt apprehension and a great deal of embarrassment. My heart beat like mad. I felt myself growing wet with sweat. It is one thing to think about an erotic fantasy in the mind, but quite another to carry one out in real life.
Looking down at myself one last time before walking out the door, my bountiful tits looked larger than ever before. I couldn't believe what I was doing.
"Oh! Hello Debbie," I heard a male voice say to me. "Where have you been? Busy studying?"
I looked up to see Brian walk past, probably going to the bathroom. I know he saw me too and my big tits but he didn't mention anything about them. He simply walked on past as though I remained fully clothed.
"Yea, studying," I remembered to answer. I nearly choked on my own words, but then suddenly felt much more relaxed. Finally, someone had seen my exposed body. More importantly, a man had seen it, and he acted as though he didn't see it. A relaxing breeze passed through me as I entered the dream of my fantasy. I suppose it was a lot like giving a presentation before a large audience. As soon as I reached the stage, the fear went away. Brian had broken the ice.
"Studying!" Another male voice gave me a hard time. "It's Friday night! You're not supposed to be studying on a Friday night! Get out here and grab yourself a beer."
I stood outside the doorway of my bedroom and was out in the hallway. In front of me stood three people, waiting in line to use the adjoining bathroom. The one who just spoke was John, a good friend of mine that I knew from back home. A brief look of surprise emulated from his eyes, but then he quickly regained his composure. In the back of my mind, I figured the size of my tits surprised him but then he remembered the plan.
"You know me," I answered him, trying to regain my own composure. "I've always been a student studier, but I'm ready for a drink now."
It quickly grew a lot easier as we ventured down the hall to join the party. Still a bit strange and awkward, of course, but I rapidly became accustomed to my near-nudity. Loretta pulled me along into the living room as though she was afraid I might run back into my bedroom.
I looked around surprised to see so many people. "You said only a dozen!" I whispered my concern to Loretta.
"There are only a dozen," She answered. "There are only about a dozen couples." She gave me a little smile, but I didn't mind. 'The more the merrier,' I thought to myself. I was more surprised at how many people agreed to play a part in living out my wild little fantasy, and then I thought about how many men were going to be rewarded with the sight of my near-naked boobs.
The music still played, but I noticed the general noise level in the room diminish as soon as we walked in. Many people stopped talking, looked at my erotic state of undress, but then seemed to remember the fantasy and quickly resume their conversations. They were supposed to resume. That was the intent of the fantasy. I was to be dressed like a wanton slut for the evening, but everyone was going to treat me as though nothing was out of the ordinary. I naturally expected some problems and a few awkward moments. Some of the men, I knew, wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off my tits and ass. It would be as difficult for them as it was for me, but I figured most of them would play out the fantasy exactly how I wanted.
"Let's get a drink," Loretta offered, still holding my arm.
"Excellent idea," I agreed. I really need a drink; a very strong drink. I already pounded two shots of Wild Turkey in the bedroom, but I could really use two or three more, although I also had to be careful. Being a short, almost petite girl, I always had to be careful about drinking too much. I couldn't put them away like Loretta.
We walked towards the kitchen and the liquor cabinet but never made it. Several of my friends and fellow students said hello along the way. At one point Roger, my biology lab partner, invited into a conversation. Four of them talked together, and I could hear they were talking about one of the more comical professors at the University.
"What do you think?" One of my girlfriends asked me, so I joined them. We talked for several minutes. The anxiety began to leave me. I almost forgot my state of undress, until one of mentioned a particularly funny occurrence. I laughed about it, and then began to think about how much my tits juggled when I laughed. I suddenly became self-conscious again.
"Listen," I interrupted. "I really need to get a drink. I'll be right back."
"Never mind!" I heard Loretta behind me. "I bought the drink to you. It's a very special drink."
I grew curious about her words as she handed me a wineglass. The sneaky, sly way she said "special drink" naturally made me suspect something was going on.
I took the wine glass to look at it closer. I wondered some more. Clearly, it wasn't wine. The glass held something else, but I couldn't tell what it was. It held a white liquid, almost like milk, but not quite thick enough. It looked a little like a White Russian, but I could see it comprised two different consistencies. Part of it looked almost like water. Suspended within it were globs of some kind of thick, whiter substance.
"What is this?" I asked.
"You'll see!" Loretta answered in her sneaky, sly little voice. "Just take a sip and I'm sure you will recognize the taste from many times before."
Her words confused me, so I first smelled it. It didn't smell at all like any kind of liquor I recognized. Instead, it had a distinctive, musky smelling order. I knew I had smelled it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where.
"Go ahead and taste it," Loretta prodded. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you." I figured it was some kind of new drink the girls had made up. They were always trying to come up with new contraptions from the random mixing up different liquors in an attempt to create a unique taste. I figured I might as well go ahead and try it, but braced myself for a strong kick.
I bought the glass up to my lips. Conversations around me stopped. People watched. Something was going on, I knew, but I couldn't figure out what it was. "You once told me in private about another little aspect of your fantasy," Loretta spoke in a whisper as I sipped.
It tasted salty and was a little warm. I had tasted it before, but couldn't quite remember where. Then I thought about Loretta's words and tried to think about what I had once told her in private.
"Oh my God!" I couldn't help but say out loud. I suddenly understood. It all made perfect sense. The special drink! The warm liquid! The white, cloudy substance! It all came together in an instant.
"That's right!" Loretta confirmed what I already knew.
"Oh my!" I said more quietly as I bought my hand up to my lips in disbelief. I looked again at the glass. I notice my hand trembled as it held it.
"What is it?" Randy took a step closer and asked with a smile.
"What is it Debbie? Is there something wrong with your drink?"
I could tell that he knew.
"Have you figured it out yet?" Loretta leaned closer and whispered into my ear. "Tell me, what is in the wine glass you have in your hand?"
I knew what it was, but I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe Loretta would do such a thing! More amazingly, I couldn't believe she could get a guy to do such a thing. Or actually, I thought to myself, several guys by the look of the quantity in the glass.
"Excuse me," I backed away from a group of giggling men and women. I think most of them knew, or at least some of the men must have known. I wondered if any of them donated.
I took Loretta by the arm and lead her to a corner of the room where no one else could hear. "This is spunk!" I said in disbelief.
"That's right," Loretta confirmed.
"I'm holding a glass of male spunk in my hand!" I repeated.
"And you just took a drink of human, male sperm," She said back, louder than I thought necessary. "And you still have quite a bit left, unless you don't like it?"
"No!" I said as I instinctively withdrew the glass when her hand came near. "No, I like it fine."
"I thought you would," Loretta then told me. "Now, go back over and continue the conversation with your friends. Especially talk to John, because he's one of the men who contributed."
I looked at the glass and then I looked over to John. A hot tingle of excitement charged through my body. I thought about how erotic it would be to casually drink a man's sperm right in front of him, and then realized I already had.
"I think I will," I concluded, and walked back over to where I had left off before Loretta bought me the drink.
"What was that all about?" John questioned.
"Oh nothing," I answered between breaths. I realized I was breathing hard and my pulse was racing. My hand still shook as it held the wine glass. I need a drink, I thought to myself, and then did so.
I saw him flinch as I took another sip, sending another hot tingle through my body. I've never particularly liked the taste of male sperm, but more enjoyed what it did to a man when I swallowed it. I still remember the very first time I gave a man a blow job. I remember his grunts and moans, and the pure, erotic thrill it gave him when he ejected into my mouth. John's flinch made me feel the same way.
The conversation switched to another professor at the university, Professor Duke.
"What a boar!" Lisa said. "It takes him half of class just to take roll call."
"He's the only professor I have who takes roll call," William added. "He makes me feel like I'm still in grade school."
I tried to stay involved with the conversation as best I could, but the constant taste of the salty male sperm on my lips made my mind wonder. It made me want to taste it fresh. I kept imagining my lips around John's dick, and then every other guy's dick in the place too.
I took a third sip and noticed William flinch too, which only made me wonder if I might be drinking him too. By Loretta's words and the quantity of sperm in the glass, I knew it had to come from more than one man, and William would have made an excellent candidate. I couldn't help but get excited at the thought that the warm liquid in my mouth was the same liquid that, not long before, had been locked in his nuts. I took another sip and watched him closer.
The group broke up about five minutes later, all except John and myself. The two of us stood alone when he asked me.
"By the way, Debbie, how do you like your drink?" I noticed he again held a smile on his face when he asked.
"It's very taste," I told him. "It's really very delicious! I wish I could have some more." By this time I had nearly emptied the glass.
"What's the name of that drink anyway?" John wanted more detail.
I didn't know what to say at first. I didn't know why he even asked me, given the fact he already knew. I figured he was trying to embarrass me, so I figured I would simply embarrass him back.
"It's called male sperm," I told him simply, and then added.
"Human, male sperm."
John never flinched.
"Do you like to eat male sperm?" He asked instead, sounding very relaxed and casual.
"Oh yes, very much," I tried again. "I really like the taste, you know. I try to eat male sperm every chance I get."
He still didn't flinched. I couldn't believe it.
"I notice you swallowed nearly all of it," He calmly spoke instead.
"Oh yes," I tried one last time. "I always swallow. I know some girls who don't, but I always do. I guess I just love the taste of it."
At this, he finally gave a reaction. His eyes grew wide and his mouth opened. I noticed a drop of perspiration drip down his brow. I had won.
John spoke no more. He simply turned around in silence and headed back to the keg of beer. I figured he needed a drink; a very strong drink.
I momentarily found myself alone, but given my state of undress I did not remain alone for long. My male friends quickly noticed and walked up to make conversation. First one and then came another. Soon, a half-dozen men surrounded me. They were all attracted, I know, to my big tits. Although none of them looked directly, I could feel their eyes upon my cleavage as they took occasional glances. It was a lot like going to the beach or wearing a low cut blouse to work. Men always took the occasional glance at my tits. The only difference now was the amount on display.
"How's your job going?" Frank asked me. "You still waitressing down at the Timbers, aren't you?"
"Sure am," I told the guys. "Three nights per week. Money's not great, but I make good tips, especially when a wear something a little revealing to the job." They all smiled.
"You should get work as a cocktail waitress," Frank told me. "Or maybe at one of those dance clubs. I bet you could really make some great tips that way." I knew what he meant and had to agree.
The conversation gradually shifted back to school and then the Thursday's night episode of ER. Soon, I found myself having an almost normal conversation with the men, although I still remained fully aware of my exposed condition. I noticed it in the men too. Some of them, like Frank and John, could carry on a conversation while seeming to ignore my near-nudity. Others grew shy and bashful, and talking to them was almost a chore.
The more I talked, the more aroused I got. I think the dirty little conversation with John helped. Maybe even the glass of sperm too, like something similar to alcoholic. After a while I started to fantasize about slipping off the upper half of the swimsuit and going around topless. For a brief moment, I even though about slipping down my bottom. It would be so exciting to talk to a bunch of fully clothed men while in the nude, but I quickly got hold of myself.
I talked a long time with the guys. It went on and on for twenty or maybe thirty minutes. It was just me and the guys; one sparsely clad young lady talking with six fully clothed young men. I didn't even see a wife or a girlfriend, and then realized I hadn't seen any of the women for a long time. I figuring they would eventually get pissed at their husband's and boyfriend's attention to my tits, and come to pull them away, but no one interrupted us at all.
I just kept on talking with the guys. We kept on talking about all sorts of interesting subjects just as we would have done at a normal party. They only item we did not talk about was the one subject I'm sure was on all their minds: my tits. All the guys behaved obediently to the request of my fantasy. Loretta surprised me from behind, tapping me on my bare shoulder. "I have someone here I would like you to meet," She invited.
"Not now!" I tried to push her away. I wanted to stay with the guys. I was having a good time.
"But I think you are really going to want to meet this person," Loretta spoke seductively.
I turned. "What do you mean?" She spooked my interest.
"Well," She began slowly. "Do you remember what else you told me in private about your little voyeur fantasy?"
I thought about it for only a second. This time I knew full well what she meant.
"Do you mean?" I questioned in shock.
She nodded her head to indicate a silent "yes."
The other little aspect of my voyeur fantasy was a man. I once told Loretta in private that I wished there was a man at the party, a man in the same condition as me or perhaps with even less. Specially, I told Loretta I wanted it to be a handsome guy, like maybe even a Chip-and-Dale dancer sort of guy.
"Are you serious?" I wanted to make sure.
Loretta nodded her head again.
"Then where is he?" I immediately grew interested. I stood up on my toes to make myself as tall as the others.
He wasn't hard to spot, although I could not see him directly. Instead, I saw the group of women all standing together in a circle on the opposite side of the room. I could easily guess who was in the middle. That was why no wives or girlfriends came to interrupt us. They had their own form of entertainment.
"If you will excuse us," Loretta took me by the arm. "Let me introduce him. I'm sure you'll want to see him as much as he wants to see you."
I saw flesh. I saw naked flesh in the spaces between the bodies. I could tell it was the flesh of a man. I could also tell it was from a very muscular man, a hunk, maybe it even was a real Chip-and-Dale dancer. He looked well built and I could tell he had a tan. I couldn't help but wonder about tan lines.
Then I saw his face. He stood taller than any of the women, like about 6 foot. I saw a handsome head of black hair and a tanned brow. He looked gorgeous.
"Step aside Girls," Loretta announced to them, and they did.
They reluctantly separated as we drew near.
The fantasy I told Loretta involved of a naked man, but I really didn't expect full nudity. I more realistically expected to see a man in pair of shorts or maybe a thong. At the very best, I thought he might be wearing a tight bikini brief or maybe even one of those see-through fish net bikinis. I would have enjoyed any of those things, but what I actually saw was even better. My wildest fantasy had come true.
The man was incredibly good-looking and totally naked. And when I mean totally, I mean totally. I didn't see a single stitch of clothing on his entire body. He didn't even wear hair to cover himself. His head held shoulder length blond hair, but the area between his legs was shaved clean as if to show off his strongest asset.
And what an asset! I now knew why none of the girls came over to join us from before. They guy had an incredible body! His biceps looked as though they were about to burst, and his smooth chest appeared as hard as a rock. I suspected he worked out about seven nights a week and could probably run a couple of miles before tiring. He was the type of guy every girl dreams about.
The guy was really built, and I don't just mean his muscles either.
Well, that is, except for one muscle; his most important muscle. What I mean is, he looked big. He appeared impressively thick and long. I thought at first it was due to his absence of hair or maybe from my own excited state, but I could see there was more to it than that. His dick looked to extend one-third the way down to his knees.
"Let me introduce you to my friend Stephen," Loretta spoke to me. "And Stephen, this is the birthday girl, Debbie, the girl I told you so much about."
"Glad to finally meet your acquaintance," He held out his hand. "I see Loretta didn't exaggerate. You look as beautiful and even more impressive as she described you."
I blushed with embarrassment as I took his hand, knowing the hidden meaning behind his words. What he really meant to say was that my tits were surprisingly big, even bigger than what Loretta had described, but then so was he. As I held his hand his hard, callused, strong hand I had an impulsive little fantasy where I reached out for his dick instead.
"Glad to meet you too," I almost choked on my own words. It was hard to believe I was shaking hands in the middle of a party with a naked man.
We shook hands for only a second. The next moment I found myself being pulled in close. Our lips came together. He gave me a deep, passionate kiss.
It happened so fast I didn't have time to react. One second he stood before me, and the next second he had his arms around me and our lips were locked together. He kissed me open-mouthed and long, pulling me in close and squeezing our bodies together. Lips touched lips. Flesh touched flesh. My tits smash up against his chest while at the same time I felt his organ press up against my stomach. He even grinded his hips some, making me feel his organ more distinctly.
"Happy birthday!" He told me when he finally let go. "It feels like I already know you! And maybe later we can get to know each other a lot better."
I was in dreamland. Squeals and moans came from the women around me, but they sounded like a long distance away.
"Wait-ta-go Debbie," One of them said.
"Looks like you might be a little tired in the morning," Another teased.
I knew what they meant, as I was thinking the same thing. Before this evening was out, this well hung hunk of a man was almost certainly going to fuck me. My pulse raced. My breathing labored. I had to take a step back to gather myself, and I almost stumbled over my own feet as I did so. I needed time to thing. Everything was happening too fast.
The circle of women quickly drew in around Stephen once again, leaving me on the outside, not quite believing what I had just witnessed. The guy was just so damned good looking and so big! And not only that, but he was so naked. I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be fucked by a man with such an enormous dick.
"Wow!" I heard Loretta from a long ways off. "I think he likes you!" She giggled.
I glanced over to see Loretta standing beside me. I slowly came back to reality.
"And did you see that monster dick of his?" She asked next. "Holy shit! What a enormous prick!"
I had seen it all right!
"With a dick like that," She giggled. "I think he could ride you into multiple orgasm!"
I remained too much in awe to laugh along with her.
"Where did you ever find him?" I finally asked after gathering myself together. "You hire him out of some male strip joint or what?"
"Find him?" Loretta asked back. "I didn't find him anywhere! He just showed up at the front door."
"Oh yea?" I knew she was kidding, of course. "A naked man just happened to show up at the front door. A guy with an enormous prick, not wearing anything at all."
Loretta smiled back to me. "It's your birthday!" She said.
"Strange things happen!"
They certainly did.
"Thank you," I finally spoke. "I didn't expect this."
"It's your birthday," She told me again. "You deserve the best, and speaking of the best..." She looked around. "You look as though you could use another drink, but I'm afraid it's not quite ready yet. Why don't you come over here and sit down for a minute."
I followed, thinking about her words and the earlier wine glass. Sitting down next to her on the couch, I happened to notice only three men left in the room. I imagined the rest of them in the bathroom and the back bedrooms, jerking themselves off to images of my topless body.
"I hope you don't have any more surprises," I said. "I don't think I can take much more."
"I don't have anything else planned," She answered. "The rest is up to you..." She paused. "And Stephen."
Loretta looked up as I felt a tap on my shoulders.
"Excuse me, but you left awfully fast," He spoke. "I was going to ask you for a dance."
He stood behind me: Stephen, as naked as before.
"This party needs to liven up a little bit," He took charge. "Let's everyone dance."
And so we did so. Right where he stood, he started dancing. He swayed and shook to the rock-and-roll music. About a half dozen women quickly gathered in all around him and started to dance too. They acted like his harem, but I noticed Stephen kept his eyes firmly locked on me.
I soon got up and followed. Whatever he said was fine with me, so I started to dance in rhythm to his own moves.
He was a really good dancer, and he looked even better when he danced in the raw. Glancing down, I couldn't help but notice his dick. It bounced all around, shacking and moving with the beat of the music and making him look even bigger than before. He looked almost as though he was a professional dancer, or maybe one of those Chip-and-Dale dancers who shake their bodies up on stage.
He put on quite a show, and I know I did too. I felt big tits jiggle all around as I too shook my body in rhythm to the music. One way and then to the next, I felt my unsupported tits swivel back and forth counter to the motion of my body. It was inevitable that they jiggled. They were too big not to jiggle.
As I danced, I felt the eyes of all the men upon me, although at this point I no longer cared. I was too much entranced by the performance of Stephen's prick to care about my own. He moved and shook with increased furry as we got further into the song, making his dick go flying off in every direction. I don't think I had ever seen a dick move so much before in my life, and especially such a long one.
The song finally ended, only to be replaced by a slower, more romantic melody. I wanted to sit down to rest, but Stephen quickly took me in his arms and held me close.
I felt him again. He drew me in close and we hugged, and I again felt him on my stomach. I felt, that is, his soft pole press up against the bare skin of my body. Because he was so much taller than me, it touched above my panty. My head only came up to his chest and my cheek rested upon his hard quads. It really felt good I think it was about eight inches long. His dick, that is, I think it was about eight inches in length. It extended all the way down from my belly button to below the line of my panty. It looked even longer when he shook it all around to the rock-and-roll music, and it was easily the longest dick I had ever seen in person and maybe even the longest dick I had ever seen in pictures too. Stephen had an eight inch prick, and that was when he was still soft. It was hard to imagine what it would look like when full.
That was when I began to feel it harden.
"Oh my!" I said out loud. "Oh my!"
Clearly, I felt it. At first I thought it was just my imagination, but then I felt it move slightly to the side. It touched my thigh and I felt it was clearly harder than it was only a few moments before.
"Is there something wrong?" He whispered into my ear. "What is it Debbie?"
"Oh, nothing!" I choked on my own words. "Nothing at all."
I felt it some more. His dick both hardened and then elongated as it pressed up against me. I felt him growing. I wondered if anyone else noticed it, and then decided I didn't care.
"I have a present to give you later," He spoke to me as one song ended and another began. The next song swayed faster, but we continued to dance close together. "Maybe you can guess what it is?"
It kept hardening and elongating, and then it started to rise too. I felt it push to the outside in the same way that it would otherwise have done in his pants.
He momentarily pulled our bodies apart in order to give it a chance to pop up the rest of the way, and then he quickly squeezed me close again.
"Oh God!" I heard a female voice in the background.
"Holy fuck!" Another cried out.
I realized they had seen it in the brief instant we were apart and Stephen stood exposed. It sounded as though the girls were impressed, and I soon felt why.
It did not take him long after that. As he held us close together and gently pressed his risen pose against me, I felt him rise even more. Soon the guy was almost into my cleavage, or at least that's what it seemed like. I felt his pole as it started near my belly button and extended almost all the way up to my boobs. The thing had to be about a foot long. I couldn't believe a man could be so big. He truly did have a monster.
"What was in that drink contraption you were drinking before?" He whispered into my ear, interrupting one pleasant thoughts with another.
I felt too embarrassed to answer.
"I mean in the wine glass," He elaborated. "Tell me Debbie, what were you drinking? Tell me, really."
I realized he already knew. Loretta must have told him. He only wanted me to say it out loud.
Knowing I was trapped, I answered him truthfully. "It was man juice," I said, feeling both excited and humiliated at the sound of my own words. "It was, you know, male spunk." Immediately, he ground into me. I felt him grind his waist against me, pressing his hard organ more strongly against my body. I think it grew by another inch.
"Did you enjoy it?" He asked next. "I mean, did you enjoy drinking the sperm of your male friends? How did it taste?"
I hesitated only slightly before answering. "Delicious!"
He ground his cock into me again. This apparently made him excited, and I suddenly found myself wanting to see his dick again. I could feel it, but I still hadn't seen the thing at least in its present, elongated state. Then I started to wonder what would happen when the song ended. He didn't have any clothing. 'How is he going to hide it?' I questioned.
About two minutes later I found out. He didn't! He simply pulled himself away and we walked off the makeshift dance floor.
I first saw it in the eyes of the other women in the room. A group of four of them sat around the kitchen table. Their eyes seemed to almost budge out of their skulls as they looked at us walking towards them. They were clearly impressed.
Then I heard it in their voices.
"Look at him!" Linda spoke in shock.
"What a whopper!" Another cried out.
I tried to hold back as long as I could. I don't know why. I guess I simply felt it impolite to look down upon man's crotch, even if the man happened to already be naked. Or maybe I was afraid at what I might see. By the look of awe on the faces of the girls before me, I could tell he had a monster.
I could hold out for only a few seconds. Curiosity overcame me. I simply had to look. I glanced down to my side, at Stephen standing beside me, and took a look for myself.
He did not disappoint my expectations.
"Holy fuck!" I couldn't help but say out loud. The guy stood hard and erect, pointed up at an angle. And best of all, he was so long! I think he stood at over a foot in length, maybe even up to 14 inches. And not only long, but I noticed he looked plenty wide too. His cock had a lot of girth. Stephen's cock was about twice as long as any cock I had ever experienced before. He no doubt had the biggest cock I had ever seen, even from pictures I've seen over the net.
"What was that?" Stephen questioned me. "Did you say fuck?
Did you say that you wanted me to fuck you?"
I glanced up at his face, and then I looked down again at his monstrosity. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. His muscle was so thick and long! I tried to imagine it buried deep inside me, provided, that is, if it would even fit. If size really did make a difference, then Stephen would be the best fuck I would ever receive.
And then I thought about his words. Yes, I suppose I did want him to fuck me. I thought about Loretta's earlier words about multiple orgasms, and figured if any man could do it Stephen was it.
"Yes," I finally answered his question by nodding my head
"What was that?" Stephen acted as though he didn't understand.
He knew full well what I said, I knew, but I also understood his game. He wanted me to say it out loud, so I took a deep breath and did so.
"I asked if you wanted to fuck me," I spoke without thinking, loud enough for the four girls at the table to hear me. They let out a group sigh at the sound of my question.
"That sounds like an excellent idea," He agreed. "I don't normally accept so willingly, but given it is your birthday..."
They let out another sigh. I suppose each of them wanted to ask the same question and receive the same answer in reply.
"Excuse me ladies," Stephen spoke to them. "But this bitch of a whore standing next to me has just asked if I could fuck her."
All four remained frozen in place.
"So if you would excuse us," Stephen leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Take me to your bedroom. Lead me by my cock!"
I wasn't sure what he meant at first, or even if I had heard him right. The three women remained standing, frozen in place. So did I.
"You know how to do it," He instructed. "Grab me by my cock and use it as a handle. Show these women whose boss."
I couldn't believe it. I knew what he wanted, but I simply couldn't believe it. I hesitated for at least a minute before I slowly reached out my hand and took him.
"That's the way," He prodded as I took hold of his monster cock. I noticed my fingers did not even come close to enclosing him all the way around.
"That's perfect!" He clearly liked it. "Now pull me along like you are leading me."
The room went deathly quite as we walked across the living room floor. No one spoke. I'm not sure when someone shut off the music. A dozen of my friends watched as I led Stephen by his cock, with my hand encased firmly around his huge erection.
"She's taking me to her bedroom," Stephen suddenly stopped and spoke to Loretta just as we were about to pass. "Debbie is taking me to her bedroom where she wants me to fuck her. I've agreed to give her a multiple orgasm as a birthday present."
Loretta simply stood dumbfounded and stared.
I gave Stephen a yank and was soon walking down the hallway to my bedroom with a 14-inch long male organ trailing close behind.
Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night. It was a good thing a party was going on in the next room and the music was turned up loud. Else they would have heard me scream out with the three most intense orgasms I've ever received.