My Reluctant Key Party Pt. 02

Fuck. More drama.

When Rick reached over to pick up the key, Sandra gave him a hard smack on his ass and licked her lips, causing Rick to again drop the key.

"C'mon dude!" Mark said.

As much as I was dreading the outcome, I agreed. I needed to know my fate and Rick was pissing me off. Finally, my husband stood up and examined the key. I couldn't remember ever being more nervous in my entire life.

"And the winner is ... Byron!"

Shit.

Donna let out a quick sigh of relief then caught herself when she saw me watching. I couldn't blame her. I would have done the exact same thing if I'd won. Hell, I probably would have done a cartwheel into a somersault right in the living room. But it wasn't to be. She got her prize stud, which of course left me with ...

Gerry.

"Oh God no." Though I'd planned to only think those words, before I knew it, I'd actually allowed them to escape my lips. Maybe low enough so that no one heard, but I was sure the disgust was written on my face.

"Okay," Rick said. "I guess we're all set."

I searched his eyes for any sign of sympathy for my situation, but before I could get a read, his head tilted back and he moaned with pleasure. I looked down and found the source. Sandra's hand was inside his pants, massaging his cock.

Meanwhile, Tiffany sat on Mark's lap, her ample ass writhing back and forth as his fingers had found their way under her skirt. In addition, his mouth was clamped down over her exposed right breast as she cupped the back of his head, pressing him flush against her cleavage.

Damn.

They weren't waiting for a starter pistol. The horses were out of the gates. As Donna strutted over to Byron in catwalk fashion and sat next to him, I slowly turned toward Gerry. He was sitting there after having lit his cigar, his fat thighs spread wide with glee.

"I'm waiting for ya' darling," he said, patting his leg. "Come have a seat with ole' Gerry."

Damn. If it wasn't bad enough to have to think about sleeping with him, that 'ole Gerry' comment raised his 'creep' level to new heights.

I stood, despite my buckling knees and nausea. As I summoned the courage to take a step in his direction, he blew out a circle of smoke which settled over his comb-over like a halo before fading away.

I thought back to Donna's remarks about him not being able to get it up and hoped like hell she was on to something. I peeked back to see if she was watching out of her own curiosity but she had other things to attend to—mainly, sliding her hands over Byron's chiseled abs as they hungrily sucked each other's mouths like teenagers after prom.

After a few more shaky steps, I was standing in front of Gerry. He scanned my body up and down with devious intent in his eyes. Avoiding the unwelcome invitation of his lap, I slid on the couch next to him. Not surprisingly, my ass landed on his open palm.

"That Rick is a lucky man," he said, as I shifted my weight off of his wiggling fingers.

He leaned in for a kiss and I turned slightly so that his lips landed on my cheek.

"I understand," he said. "You need a little warming up, that's all."

Warming up? I would have taken a flamethrower to the face if it meant getting away from him. I still couldn't believe that I ended up with stuck with that jerk. I turned to my husband and saw him sliding his pants to the floor. If his bobbing cock was any indication, I'd say he was pretty happy with the way things turned out.

Meanwhile, I had to deal with octopus hands crawling over my tits and between my thighs. No matter how I squirmed, he managed to find a suitable angle to reward his determination.

Fine. If this is what it is, I figured there was no sense wasting time. Eventually, it was gonna come to the moment of truth. Better to get it over with. Maybe I can give him a hand job for now and fake a headache when we got to his house.

I reached for his belt, but he pushed my hand away.

"Oh, not yet," he said with a suspect grin. "Save the best for later."

Ha. What a crock. Donna was probably right. He was intimidated by the cocks in the room. It was probably a three-inch chubby just like she said. That made me feel a little better, knowing he probably wouldn't be looking to take things too far for the time being.

While Gerry continued groping me, I did a quick weapons check around the room. Sandra was on her knees in front of my husband, her head bobbing up and down. Tiffany had straddled Mark's cock, riding him as he assaulted her tits. I couldn't get a clear picture of what Mark was packing as Tiffany still had on her little shirt, but judging by how far she was able to lift off of his thighs and still remain attached to his cock, I suspected he brought a nice piece of wood to the party.

That left me with Donna and Byron. I couldn't wait to see what that man had to offer. In my fantasies, it was always nine or ten, thick and juicy with a fat mushroom head. Imagine my surprise when I saw Donna's hand stroking up and down around a slender four inches. Five at best.

When she noticed me staring, she flashed me a quick eye roll of disappointment. Don't get me wrong. A solid five can do the job—if there's some girth and the guy knows how to use it, but we'd expected so much more. I saw the disappointment on her face as she lowered her head in his lap, probably hoping she could suck another two out of him.

"Don't judge a book by its cover eh?" Gerry whispered in my ear then nibbled the lobe. I recoiled in horror.

"What are you talking about?" I said, keeping my voice low.

"Don't pretend you weren't just checking out Byron's package. I know all of you girls wanted to go home with him."

"You don't know anyth—ah ... ahhh!"

The bastard pinched my nipple. After gently rubbing the pain away between his fingers, he leaned in close again. "Don't lie. You thought he was packing a foot-long. Fucker can barely fit on a bun."

Maybe it was the wine, but I couldn't help but release a slight chuckle at his comment. He was right. Byron wasn't at all what we were expecting. Donna was deep-throating him with ease and honestly, she looked bored.

No such problems with Rick. Sandra had stripped down to a black bra with matching thong panties, lying on her stomach with her ass jutting off my loveseat while my husband licked her out from behind. When I say 'licked her out', I'm not talking about some gentle flicking and teasing either. His tongue was flattened wide, gliding along her slit like he was savoring an ice-cream cone on a summer afternoon. With each taste, he went from the tip of her clit to top of her perfect rosebud of an anus. He'd never given me that much attention before.

Yet I found it hard to justify jealousy as I was being manhandled by Gerry's roaming fingers. By this time, my blouse was pulled up over my breasts. His fingers crawled behind me until he found my bra clasp, releasing it so fast, you would have thought he used scissors. With my tits free, he went to work massaging and kneading them with surprising skill. He bent low to take one nipple in his mouth then moved to the other one, kissing, licking, nibbling and leaving trails of hot saliva behind.

Again, maybe it was the wine or the sights and sounds taking place elsewhere in the room, but I found myself a little less repulsed by the thought of him each time he pressed his lips against my chest. I leaned back on the couch and he picked up on the subtle encouragement, sliding a hand under the waistband of my jeans.

"Mmm ... kinda warm in there," he said.

No shit. I wanted to tell him that it was Donna who'd revved me up and left the moisture behind, but he'd probably blurt it out to the room. He continued kissing my breasts then made his way downward, until I felt his breath blow across my stomach. Not the worst outcome. If he was half as decent at eating pussy as he was at sucking tit, I might be able to suffer through the night after all.

He unfastened my jeans and carefully tugged my zipper down, exposing the top of my red lace panties. His eyes glazed over as he licked his lips. I'd worn them in anticipation of Byron giving me that look, but that ship had sailed.

Speaking of Byron, I turned in Donna's direction to see what they were up to. Byron's head moved in a tight circle between her legs. Her head swayed from side to side as her hips rose off the couch. Well if nothing else, it seemed Byron could eat a good snatch.

"Pffft. Amateur," Gerry said, as he slid my jeans down my thighs.

He seemed eager and I had to admit to being curious. After throwing my jeans to the floor, he left my panties on and moved in for the kill. He had the look of a fat man grabbing his first plate at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I heard a yelp. I looked across from us and saw my husband entering Sandra from behind. Seconds later, her ass cheeks rippled from Rick's thunderous assault. The sound of his thighs slapping against hers in rapid fashion, made me a little sad that I didn't have a power-fucking of my own to look forward to that night.

"Give it to her, Rick!" Gerry said, sneaking a finger inside my cunt and producing a soft moan from my lips. "Thatta' boy! Ride her good!"

I was surprised he was that into seeing his wife get drilled by another man, but he seemed to not care at all. Even Mark paused his missionary pile-driver attack on Tiffany to shout out encouragement for my husband.

Meanwhile, Gerry had two fingers inside me and I was involuntarily riding his hand like a mechanical bull. Gerry noticed and smoothly added a third finger, while using his thumb to work my clit. I gasped. Damn that Donna. It was because of her that my body was begging for release. Gerry was just reaping the benefits. And he took full advantage, invading me at will, with no regard for what I may or may not have wanted. Instead, he reacted to my body, which had moved far beyond betrayal. My involuntary quivering and writhing gave all the consent that was needed.

Donna.

What was that bitch up to? I angled my head in her direction, catching a glimpse of her breasts pressed together under Byron's grip as she rode him reverse cowgirl. Her expression was somewhere between dutiful and annoyed. For Donna, sex was either spectacular or a waste of time. The dispassionate, basic, back and forth motion of her hips told a story echoed in the vacancy of her eyes. She was on auto-pilot.

She noticed me gawking and shook her head slightly. I could only respond with a silent, open mouth gasp, as Gerry's fingers hit a spot I wasn't ready for. Taking my attention away from my friend, I focused on the fat bastard kneeling between my thighs, flashing the wide, whiteness of a shit-eating grin.

Bastard.

I hated being under his control, but my body obviously disagreed with my futile efforts to rationalize the situation. No denying ... I was indeed under his control. And 'control' was obviously his mission. He leaned forward just enough for me to get a slight huff of his cigar-laden breath against my opening. Though a small thing, in a flash of a moment, it actually felt sort of nice. It was as if he knew exactly what to do and what effect it would have on my body. As much as that thought unnerved me, in a weird way, it also electrified me.

Gerry let out a grunt over his smile and inched forward, which of course meant his probing fingers eased deeper inside me. Before that night, I would have never thought a man's fingers could do so much to bring my pussy to the verge of detonation, but Gerry was obviously well skilled in the art of pussy play. It was an aspect I'd often wished Rick was more attentive to and with each deft wiggle, curl and twist of his fat knuckles, Gerry seemed to know he was taking me closer and closer to a point of sexual submission .

Submission. That was the one thing that prior to his handling of me, I would have found deplorable. Just the thought of it would have made me cringe. But at that point, the only thing the thought was doing was making me squirm.

Gerry's face moved closer. His hand slid over my thigh. I watched him, anticipating his next move, loathing the fact that I wanted him to continue, to be bolder. He seemed content to tease, as if his tongue was a privilege I hadn't earned.

"Oh, yes!"

I searched for the source of that cry of pleasure and saw Tiff in doggy-style position, clutching one of my throw pillows as her head jerked forward over and over. Mark stood behind her, two fistfuls of her plaid skirt bunched in his fingers, ramming his cock between her jiggling ass cheeks with violent force.

"Yes Mark! Ahh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Mark obliged with a faster pace, driving deeper until her knees gave out and she flattened on the couch. Mark dropped on top of her and continued his attack. Tiff's eyes bulged, her mouth dropped open and she trembled with a full body spasm.

"Oh God!" She twisted out from under him, closing her eyes in the aftermath of her rippling orgasm.

Mark smiled and wiped the sweat from his brow, his impressive cock twitching at full attention. As I suspected, it was a true nine inches of man-meat. I felt even worse for Donna, seeing just how far she'd traded down for Byron. After her climax subsided, Tiff looked up with greedy eyes and reached for Mark's cock. She sucked him into her mouth and took the full length to the base before removing it and wrapping her plump tits around her new saliva coated blow-pop.

Mark pushed her back on the couch and straddled her chest, pumping away like a madman. His head tilted back and his eyes closed. I knew it wouldn't be long. With a groan and a gasp, he fired a rope of cum into the air, which landed as a sticky white line, perfectly dividing Tiff's naughty face in two halves. He followed that by grabbing his rod and jerking a series of rapid spurts over her tits, face and hair.

While I was busy thinking of ways to remove cum from the upholstery, I spotted Donna, observing from a distance as she lay on her side, with Byron spooning her from behind. Despite Byron's best efforts to get a reaction from her, she seemed more focused on her husband's cock and the glistening shower of cum Tiffany was licking off her lips.

Meanwhile, Gerry had built up a nice rhythm with his fingers and thumb, producing sloshy noises in my wet hole I'd never heard before. I wanted to grab the back of his fat head and push his face into my clit, but I couldn't give him the satisfaction. I knew what he was up to. He wanted me to give in. To want him. Despite the effect he was having on me, I was determined to hold on to some measure of dignity, even if it meant delaying the orgasm my body ached for.

I decided to get a progress report on my husband. I found him with his mouth pressed under Sandra's as she rode him chest to chest, rotating her lovely ass as he lifted his hips to slide his shimmering cock in and out of her. Gerry turned around and grinned at his wife.

"That's my girl," he said, wiggling his fingers and causing me to arch my back.

Sandra removed her tongue from Rick's mouth. "How am I looking, Honey?"

"Like you're one slice of bread from being a sandwich."

I guess I should have known what he was getting at, but I was too busy shifting and squirming in my seat to really allow his words to sink in. Being the fat slob he was, I wasn't surprised that he would describe sex with a food reference.

"Why don't you come over here and complete me?" she replied, reaching behind her and sinking a finger between her cheeks.

"I think that's against the rules, Honey," he said. "Plus, I've sorta got my hands full."

Sandra smiled and scanned the room. Mark was sitting next to Tiffany, as she stroked his softened cock.

"Don't look at me," he said with an exhausted sigh. "I'm gonna need a time out before I'm any good. Tiff wore me out."

"No offense," Tiff added, patting her swollen pussy lips. "But he's booked for the night."

Sandra turned to Donna, who at that point was lying on her back, with Byron preparing to enter her again.

"Mind if I borrow Byron for a second?" Sandra asked.

"Be my guest," Donna rolled to a sitting position so fast, I thought she was going to get dressed and leave.

Byron shrugged and looked at Donna. "You sure it's okay?"

"Absolutely," she said, quickly reaching for her wine glass.

Byron stood and walked over to Sandra. She grabbed his modest cock, her hand nearly hiding it from view, and placed it in her mouth. She pulled off and asked, "Got any lube in the house?"

Then it hit me. Gerry's 'sandwich' comment. Sandra was getting ready to take them both at the same time. One in her pussy. One in her ass. I'd seen double penetration in porn videos but I never imagined I'd ever get to see one up close. I was beyond intrigued.

"Bedroom, nightstand drawer," I managed between moans.

Donna shot up and bounded out of the living room as Sandra went back to working Byron's cock and riding my husband.

Gerry smiled. "This is gonna be good."

When Donna returned, she handed the small bottle of lube to Sandra and went back to her seat. Sandra poured a little in the palm of her hand and rubbed it up and down the short length of Byron's cock. He moaned. She then poured some on her fingers and worked them into the opening of her ass. She slapped Byron on the thigh and nodded. He walked around and climbed on the couch behind her. She flattened out on Rick's chest and arched her bubbly ass into the air. Byron lined up his cock at her anus and moved forward.

"Slow," Sandra said. Then she clutched Rick's neck and waited for the entry.

Byron inched forward, his cock slowly disappearing between the woman's cheeks. It was such an erotic sight, watching all of them react to every inch of the intrusion. Byron tucked his lips and sank into her ass. Sandra gripped Rick tighter and moaned. Even Rick seemed to react to having another cock added to the action, his eyes widening slightly as he slid his cock upward as well.

Once inside, Byron began a gentle rocking motion, working back and forth in unison with my husband. Sandra moaned deeply then bit Rick's shoulder.

"You okay, Honey?" Gerry's grin was ear to ear.

"Yes. God yes," she replied. "It feels ... amazing."

All eyes were glued. Whatever failings Byron had with Donna, he seemed to be more than making up for it with Sandra. He grabbed her hips and developed a nice pace, causing Sandra's cheeks to jiggle with each thrust.

She clawed the fabric of my sofa. "Ah ... ahhh ... faster, Byron. Don't hold back. Please. Fuck my tight ass. Please fuck it! Please!"

Byron obliged, drilling faster and harder. He may not have done any wonders for Donna's pussy, but Byron seemed to be the perfect size for Sandra's ass. With each pound and slap of his thighs against her bottom, he seemed to gain more confidence. He reached forward and grabbed Sandra's hair, fucking her faster and deeper.

"Oh yeah!" she said. "I love it! Pull my hair! Yeah! That's what I like! Just like that!"

Rick reached up and massaged her tits, as Sandra bucked back against the poles splitting her in half. I couldn't believe she was taking two cocks with such ease and enthusiasm. I allowed myself to become lost in her lust. Parts of me, wanted to be her. I wanted to know exactly what she was feeling.

Tiff walked past, on her way to the bathroom to clean the cum off her body. "Mind if I use the shower?" she asked.

"All yours," I replied, my eyes locked on Sandra's bucking ass.

Taking advantage of my distracted state, Gerry chose that moment to make his move. His tongue flicked over my clit and sent a lightning strike through my spine. I gasped, looking down to see his wide smile between my thighs. He did it again and my hips rose to meet him, only he pulled away. I was sick of his teasing. The scene across the room had me envious and starving for attention. The only option I had was Gerry. At that point, it wasn't about the way I felt about him. He would still disgust me in the morning, but that night, he had a job to do. And I was determined to see that he completed it.