Avril's Fool, a CFNM story

"Look at this way, at least he wouldn't get any pubic hair in your drink," Avril added, laughing much too hard at the discussion.

"Your beverage," Ted said, returning with her full glass. "Sans tea bagging."

"You could tea bag my drink if you want," Sally said, holding out her mostly full margarita with its fully salted rim.

"Do it!" Cindy encouraged, as if she had been drinking. "I dare you!"

"I'll still drink it," Sally said, pushing her glass across the coffee table towards him.

"Yeah, and I bet she'll lick your balls clean, too," Avril suggested.

Ted shook his head at the trio of girls staring at him. "I'm too drunk to tell if she's kidding or not."

"Me too," Sally said.

"Oh, just do it," Cindy added and since she was the only sober one of the bunch, Ted accepted that as proof that he should do it.

He stepped around his coffee table, moving past Cindy who stared directly at his hard prick as if it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. He stopped when he reached the corner of the couch. "Tea bag away," he said, standing with his hands on his hips.

"Wait, I need to document this," Avril said, grabbing her cell phone.

"Only if you do it, too!" Sally said.

"Sure," Avril agreed, holding her up her phone and nodded for them to continue.

Ted stood rigid in more ways that one. He kept his body still while his hard, proud cock stood at attention, too. He watched as Sally raised her glass, pressing the cold glass against his thighs until his hanging balls dropped inside her margarita. "That's really cold," he said, fighting off a shiver.

"I think I got some salt on you," Sally said, giggling. She made a show of taking a sip from her glass following his tea bagging before setting down her drink and putting both hands on his hips. She pulled him in front of her and began licking, lapping, and sucking at his ball sac while his hard prick throbbed eagerly against her forehead. "Still feel cold?" she asked, pulling away and looking at him.

"Not in the least," he said as he cock throbbed with appreciation.

"Okay, your turn," she told Avril, pushing Ted towards her. That's when, even drunk, Avril did a very smart thing.

"Okay," she said, passing her phone to Sally and making sure any incriminated pictures stayed on only her phone. "Just make sure you hold it in landscape mode, okay?"

"Smart," he said, looking down her with a big smile.

"And sexy," she said, giggling. She held her glass up to his balls, moving it up and down until his hanging sac grew wet and cold from her drink before she took a quick sip. With a mixture of rum and Coke dripping off his manparts, Avril pressed her face against his crotch and eagerly bathed his balls with her tongue.

"Somehow, I don't think Robbie will approve," Cindy said.

"Probably not," Avril said. "So I guess it's okay of if I do this, too." She licked her way up his cock until she reached its swollen head and drew him completely inside his mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his long, hard cock several times while her girlfriends cheered. Finally, she pulled away, smiled up at him, and said, "See? I told you it would be fun getting naked."

"Except, you stopped," he complained.

"Stopped or just did my part to get you warmed up?" she asked with a sly smile. She took another sip of her drink and winked at him. "Now sit down and watch some porn with us."

"Why are you guys torturing me like this?" he asked, sitting down and struggling with how excited he felt.

"Aw, poor Ted," Cindy said, but then she chuckled, destroying any sense of compassion she was offering. "Naked and hard in front of three girls who appreciate the show. Whatever should you do about that?"

"Hey Sally?" Avril asked, looking past Ted at her friend on the other side of the couch. "Ever watch a guy jerk off?"

"Never in real life," she reported, staring more at his manhood than the TV. As the suggestion behind Avril's question sunk into her tequila soaked brain, she worked her eyes up to his. "Would you do that?"

"If we tease him enough, I bet he will," Avril said, answering for him.

"Tease him how?" she asked, lightly caressing the length of his hard cock. "Like this?"

"Wait, am I allowed to watch this?" Cindy asked.

"Why not? You're not doing anything," Sally suggested.

"I guess it's not any different than watching porn," Cindy conjectured, crossing her legs and turning in her overstuffed chair for a better view of the show.

Confused, Ted tried to sort out what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to jerk-off? If so, then why was Sally stroking him? And why was Avril looking at him like that?

That last answer became clear when Avril put her hand behind Ted's head and pulled him towards her. "After tomorrow, I probably shouldn't do this anymore. But until then. . . " As soon as their lips met, her lips parted, and they kissed as deeply and passionately as they might have done without an audience. Ted squirmed beneath Sally's hand, recognizing that it was a different woman touching him and not caring. Nothing mattered to him more than kissing Avril and feeling his excitement growing with every heartbeat.

"Now you do it," Avril said, pulling away and putting Ted's hand on his cock. "Show us."

"I can't do this," he said, even as his hand began moving up and down his shaft.

"We want to see you do it," Avril purred, running her fingers through his short hair. "And you're so very hard."

"You made me that way."

"Then show me. Show all of us."

"This is so crazy," he said as he drunken head spun, unable to grasp if what he was doing was right or wrong.

"No, it's sexy as hell," Cindy corrected from where she sat.

"Do it," Avril coached, grabbing his smoothly shaved balls.

"Fuck, this is hot," Sally purred, wiggling next to him. He stole a glance at the pretty blonde and caught her holding a hand between her thighs.

"Kiss me," he told her and she did. Her kisses weren't as sweet as Avril's, but they were eager. He lashed tongues with her, enjoying her tiny moans, and how she squirmed with the same need he felt. "You're going to make me cum," he warned.

"Do it," Sally and Avril said at the same time. Both women hung on his shoulders, watching as he tugged, pulled, and worked his hard, swollen cock to its aching, needful release. As had happened the first time he had given a show to Avril, he came with enough force that he shot semen as high as his nipples.

"Holy fuck!" Cindy cheered as Sally flinched away as if she might be in the line of fire.

"Do it," Avril coaxed, grabbing at his bare balls, milking him, encouraging him to release all of his pent-up frustrations. Spurt after creamy white spurt of his ejaculate sprayed against him from his chest to his navel and beyond until he was spent. He shivered, feeling both satisfied and ashamed of himself.

"That was so hot!" Sally moaned, sounding as if she may have had an orgasm, too. She kissed his cheek and returned her head to his shoulder, watching as Avril traced a finger through his cumshot across his chest and stomach. "Do it again."

"Um, no," Cindy said, looking bewildered. "I think it's time we go."

"But things are just getting interesting" Sally pouted.

"No, things are going to get out of hand if we don't leave," Cindy insisted, standing and picking up her purse.

"If you stay, I bet we can make him do it again," Avril said, popping her cumcoated finger into her mouth as if it was frosting.

"No, really, it's getting late," Cindy insisted, still eyeing Ted's cock. "And seeing him like that makes me want to do things I know I can't."

When Sally asked if she could stay, there was a look exchanged between Avril and Cindy that Ted thought was significant. If he wasn't so drunk and in a bit of daze from his orgasm, he was sure would have figured out the meaning behind that knowing glance. Instead, he missed it when Avril stood up, too. "Cindy's right. It's almost midnight."

Sally, looking confused, stood as well. She bent for her purse and nearly fell over. "Whoa," she said, giggling and accepting Cindy's held. "What about Avril? How are you getting home?"

"I'm spending the night," Avril said, steering them towards the door. "In the guest room."

"Uh-huh," Cindy said with a knowing smile.

"I swear," Avril insisted, lingering at the open door until she was sure her friends were gone. She turned around, leaned on the closed door and smiled at Ted. "You have just become the sexiest man I have ever met."

"Thanks," he said, standing and glancing at his clothes. He really should clean himself off before getting dressed again.

"Don't you dare," Avril said. "You're not allowed to get dressed."

He stared at her, still confused and wishing he wasn't so drunk. "Are they coming back?"

"No," she said, finally letting go of the doorknob. "It's just us. I'll help you clean up if you want."

"Okay," he said, still feeling stuck on stupid when she began picking up shot glasses and carrying them to the kitchen. Slowly, he realized the kind of cleaning up she meant. "Is it okay if I take a quick shower?"

"As long as you stay naked."

"Why wouldn't I?" he asked, meaning it as a joke. "I wouldn't want to get my clothes wet."

"Mm, I don't think you need to worry about that as long as I'm here," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing the rest of the glasses.

Ted felt guilty about Avril cleaning for him. His shower lasted as long as was needed to rinse the cum off his body. The water splashing in face sobered him up a bit, too. Still naked, he found Avril in the kitchen rinsing glasses and loading his dishwasher. She dried her hands, stepped into his arms, and kissed him deeply.

"What was that for?" he asked, wondering if he needed a second shower to sober him up still farther.

"Because you're the best friend a girl could wish for and I love you."

"I love you, too," he said, refusing to get hung up on her choice of words. Avril was drunk, too, wasn't she? She pulled him back to the couch where her drink still sat on a coaster on his coffee table. He noticed her drink was mostly full. "Did you have as much to drink as I did?"

"Probably not," she said, taking a small sip from her glass. "It takes more than a couple shots of tequila to get me wasted." Without asking, she cuddled close to him, took another kiss, and groped between his legs. "Think you can get off again tonight?"

"Probably," he said, already feeling the necessary changes happening between his legs. He liked how her tiny hand felt on his cock.

"Good, because I don't want to get off alone," she said, kissing him again and they kept kissing until he was completely hard. "How drunk are you?"

"Why?"

"Because you're funny when you're drunk." She handed her drink to him, nodding for him to take a sip. "More," she insisted. He took a deeper swallow of the 50/50 mix he had made for her. She caressed his hard-on. "Is it okay if I keep doing this?" He nodded that it was. "Good, now take another drink."

"If I drink anymore, I'm going to pass out," he cautioned before following her instructions. He tried handing the glass back to her. She accepted it, but rather than drink from it, she placed it back on the table. "I know I get really stupid when I get drunk," he said. It felt as if his tongue was too thick for his mouth, too thick or too lazy to enunciate every word.

"I know, and you usually don't remember much the next morning."

"Some things," he insisted though it was easier to just accept whatever she said as true.

"But not everything," she said with a smile. She kissed him again and he liked that. He liked how she kissed.

"It feels funny being naked and hard around you."

"Why?"

"Because I know you still have a boyfriend and it's not me."

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

When Ted nodded, it felt like the entire room nodded with him. He held his head very still. Too much movement wasn't a good idea right now. "You're so pretty."

"And you're really drunk," she said, laughing at him.

"You made me that way. And you made me nakie, too. That's a funny word, isn't it? Nakie. I like being nakie in front of you."

"Do you remember the first time you were ever nakie in front of me?"

"Uh-huh," he said. "Last week when we did things we shouldn't do."

"That wasn't the first time," she said, still rubbing his hard prick. She leaned over and kissed again. "You don't remember your work party two years ago? The one where I had to drive you home because you got too drunk."

"That's when you said everyone I work with wears glasses."

"Yeah, you were really drunk that night. What else do you remember?"

"I wanted pancakes," he said, sure that was the truth.

"I had to almost carry you to your bedroom."

"You're really strong."

"After I put you in bed, I helped you undress, do you remember?"

"No," he said, sure that he would remember her tucking him in.

"When I pulled off your pants, I accidentally pulled off your underwear, too."

"Meanie," he slurred.

"I swear, it was an accident," Avril insisted. Ted didn't argue with her. Arguing took focusing too much. "But I saw you naked and I really liked it."

"I like being nakie for you," he said.

She smiled. "You thought it was funny that I could see you nakie and wanted to make it hard for me."

"No," he said, unable to imagine a world where he would get naked and hard in front of Avril.

"And you did make it hard," she said, giving a kiss. "Really hard." She gave him another kiss before asking, "And do you remember what happened next?"

He shook his head.

"I went down on you."

"You did?" he asked, surprised and thrilled at the idea of Avril giving him a blowjob.

"Yep, I sucked you all the way off and you never remembered it."

"That's not right," he said, finding his hard prick between his legs and pulling on it. "I sometimes imagine you doing that when I jerk off."

"I'm going to do it," she said. "But you can't ever tell anyone."

"Not Robbie!"

"Uh-huh, not Robbie or Sally or Cindy or anyone."

"I think Sally likes me."

"I think Sally is a skanky whore who fucks too many different men when she gets drunk."

"Yeah!" Ted agreed without any basis in fact, but if Avril said it was true, it was. "You're not, though. You don't ever fuck around on your boyfriends."

"Sometimes I do," she said. "Like tonight." She kissed his lips before he could think of anything to say. Next, she was kissing down his chest and stomach and Ted thought it was really good that he was naked because he didn't want her stop. Avril didn't.

She slipped to the floor in front of him, between his spread knees and spent a moment admiring his erect penis and the smooth flesh surrounding it. She cradled his prick inside her hands as if it was as precious to her as it was to him. "When we were playing this weekend, all I could think about was the time I gave you a blowjob and you were too drunk to remember it. I almost told you, except I couldn't." She replaced her hands with her mouth, drawing him deeply between her lips and slowly drawing back up. "This is something I love to do." She repeated the motion. "I love feeling a long, hard cock inside my mouth." Even slower, she repeated the motion once more. "It's my favorite kind of porn to watch when I'm masturbating and it's my favorite thing to do." Engulfing his prick, she bobbed her head up and down several times in quick succession before stopping again at to admire the essence of his manhood.

"That feels so good," Ted groaned, convinced he was sleeping and dreaming because only being in the middle of an intense dream could explain away how he felt.

"Watch this," she said before wrapped her mouth around him again. She held him inside her mouth, placing her tongue against the underside of his shaft and just held him inside her warm, wet mouth for a long time before she pulled away. "I felt every throb your prick made. It's as if I can feel your heart beating."

"You make me so hard," he said, unable to find more graceful words to honor her actions.

"And since you're shaved, I can do this," she said, nuzzling against his balls again. She softly drew each ball into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue before releasing it. "I can only do when the man shaves because all that hair feels gross to me."

"I'm shaved."

"I know," she said, grinning up at him before exploring and teasing him. Sometimes, when they kissed, Ted felt lost in the moment. He couldn't tell if their lips had been pressed together for a second or hours until after it ended. That's how her blowjob felt, too. Did she spend hours on her knees or mere moments? He couldn't be sure. At times, he knew she was teasing him, purposely making him aroused so close to an orgasm that he leaked pre-cum. Then she would focus somewhere else until he calmed down enough for her to play again. Again and again, she teased him to the brink of an orgasm before pulling away.

"It hurts," he said, struggling to explain how excited he felt. His wet, glistening cock strained for the release she was denying him.

"I can't believe I sucked you in front of Cindy and Sally," she said, standing and pulling off her pants.

Dumbfounded, he stared at her wiggling free of her pants and panties. He saw her pussy, noticing how she shaved like him. He tried reaching out for her, but she pushed away his hands. "Please?"

"No," she said, putting her fingers between the bare folds of her pussy. "You can't touch, but I want to cum, too. I want to look at you and have an orgasm, is that okay?"

"Okay," he said, wishing she would suck him some more. He was so hard and needy. Was he going to leave him like this? He felt his cock pulsating and saw another drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit and felt it running down his length like a droplet of warm water. Avril was back on her knees in front of him. Her eyes were focused on his hard cock as she rubbed her pussy. He could hear the wet smacking sounds of her fingers working her clit. He wished he could see her doing it. He wished he could help. He wished he could do it for her.

"Don't cum," she told him, reaching out with her left hand, holding his prick and rubbing a circle around the sensitive spot marked by his circumcision scar. She used his precum as lubricant, exciting him enough to produce more.

"So close," he groaned, unable to imagine being more in need.

Avril gasped, held her breath, and began moaning.

"Are you cumming?" he asked.

She nodded her head and kept gasping and moaning as her orgasm surged through her body, clutching at her depths and quaking deep inside her. As her body still celebrated its release of fleshly pleasures, she leaned forward, took his cock back inside her mouth and sucked. She raised and lowered her head in determined strokes while her tongue lashed at the underside of his cock, pleasing and teasing him to finally offer his release, too. In an otherworldly way, it felt as if she was kissing him, only she was kissing cock, and it was too much for him to resist. He came, exploding deep inside her mouth with a long series of aching spurts that might have reached farther than his chest if she hadn't been there to catch it inside her mouth.

"Yes!" he cried out, lifting his back off the couch and rocking with the thrill of his orgasm. He rocked back and forth as his stomach contracted, determined to release the greatest orgasm he had ever experienced inside the mouth of his orgasming best friend.

At last, she pulled away, leaving behind his wet, but very clean cock. Not a trace of his orgasm remained. Smiling, she straddled his lap and he felt the heat of her pussy near his cock. The drunken fool inside of him hoped they were going to fuck now, too. Instead, she pressed her mouth against his and rewarded him with one more kiss.