Hot Wired #3 – with Lizz

The only thing between the two men’s dicks was the thin membrane of skin between her pussy and her anus. Sean could feel every move he made inside her ass. Sean was stunned. The unbelievable feeling of another man’s cock against his own. “Oh, Damn!” Sean couldn’t believe how amazing it felt and Dave smiled and kept up his pace. As he thrust in and out of her tight asshole, Julie started to sigh and moan, and Sean began to move his hips upward, grinding into her pussy even harder.

THE FOLLOWING DAWN

The phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, vibrating against a half-empty glass of wine that had gone vinegary overnight. Sean groaned and swatted blindly at it, knocking it to the floor with a thud. Sharon, face still pressed into the pillow, muttered something incoherent about “five more minutes” before burrowing deeper under the tangled sheets. She knew it was Julie, checking in with that faux-concerned tone she always used after parties—equal parts gossipy and smug wanting to meet at coffee shop and discuss their adventure and create profile for a local sex magazine.

Sharon stirred, the phone’s buzz a faint echo against her skin, warm and insistent like the hands that had roamed her body just hours before. She snatched it up, thumb swiping the screen, and there they were—Julie and she, tangled in the glow of the party, lips locked in a messy, lipstick-smeared kiss that tasted of cherries and champagne. Memories flooded back, raw and pulsing, pulling her from the sheets into the heat of last night at Julie and Dave’s sprawling house, where ’clothing optional’ hung like a promise in the air.

The bass from Dave’s sound system throbbed through the walls, a rhythmic heartbeat syncing with the sway of naked bodies in the living room. Sharon had stripped first, her dress pooling at her feet like shed inhibitions, skin prickling under the gaze of strangers and friends alike. Julie’s eyes lit up, dark with hunger, as she crossed the room, her fingers trailing Shatron’s shoulder dipping low to cup a breast, her thumb circling the hardening nipple with a teasing flick. ’Taste me,’ Julie whispered, voice husky over the moans rising from the couch where Dave already had a guest bent over, his cock sliding deep with wet, slapping sounds. Sharon leaned in, tongue darting out to lick the salt from Julie’s neck, then lower, sucking at the swell of her breast, the flavour of sweat and perfume exploding on her lips. Julie gasped, arching, her hand fisting in Sharon’s hair, guiding her down to kneel on the plush carpet.

Sean’s laugh cut through the haze—he’d been watching from the bar, glass in hand, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining his jeans. He joined them, unzipping slowly, his thick cock springing free, veined and heavy. Sharon’s mouth watered as she turned, lips parting to take him in, the velvety head brushing her tongue, salty pre-cum coating her throat as she sucked deep, hollowing her cheeks with greedy pulls. Julie knelt beside her, mirroring the motion, their tongues meeting over Sean’s shaft in a slick, swirling dance—tastes mingling of him, of each other, the air thick with the scent of arousal. Dave approached from behind, his hands gripping Sharon’s hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging her dripping pussy, then thrusting in with a groan that vibrated through her core.

She rocked back, impaled and full, the stretch burning sweet as Dave pounded, balls slapping against her clit with each forceful drive. Sean thrust into her mouth, syncing their rhythms, her body a conduit of friction and heat—touches electric, skin sliding slick with sweat. Julie’s fingers found Sharon’s ass, probing gently, then pressing a digit inside, the intrusion sparking fireworks of pleasure and pain. Around them, the party pulsed: a woman on the stairs riding a stranger’s face, her cries sharp and breathless; couples grinding on the dance floor, cocks plunging into willing cunts amid laughter and gasps. Sharon pulled off Sean with a pop, strings of saliva connecting them, and begged, ’Fuck me too,’ her voice raw, laced with lust. He obliged, withdrawing from her mouth to kneel behind Dave, who shifted, allowing Sean access to her ass—lubed fingers first, scissoring, preparing, and then the slow, burning push of his cock breaching her tight ring. Double-filled, she shattered, walls clenching around them, the dual thrusts grinding her into ecstasy, juices trickling down her thighs.

Julie straddled her face then, pussy grinding against Sharon’s eager tongue, the tangy flood of her arousal coating lips and chin as she licked and sucked, clit throbbing under flicks. Sounds enveloped them—wet smacks, guttural moans, the creak of furniture under writhing forms. Dave came first, hot spurts filling her pussy, spilling out as he pulled away, only for another guest to take his place, cock slamming home without pause. Sean’s pace quickened, hips snapping, his grunts animalistic as he chased release deep in her ass. Julie bucked, flooding Sharon’s mouth with her climax, thighs quivering, a scream tearing free over the music’s roar. Sharon’s own orgasm crashed, body convulsing, milking Sean until he roared, pumping cum into her with pulsing jets that leaked warm and sticky. They collapsed in a heap, bodies entwined, breaths ragged, the party’s energy still humming—

Back in bed, Sharon smiled at the screen, heat pooling low once more. She rolled toward Sean, hand sliding under the sheets to stroke his stirring cock. ’Round two?’ she murmured, the party’s echoes igniting fresh arousal in the morning light. “It ain’t over, until the party is over.”