My Boyfriend's Boyfriends

by Primula Bond

  Her tit-hugging top clung to a pair of firm, round breasts tipped with hard, pointed nipples. I’m a tit man. I’ve always been a tit man. My cock stabbed out into my khakis as I watched her bump and grind and wriggle against that pole.

  I damn near dropped my drink when she peeled off her blouse. Each tit was a respectable handful – a C cup for sure, definitely enough to have weight and warmth and the substance I loved if I cupped it in my palm. My cock leaked into my trousers as she slowly unhooked her low-cut, lacy bra. My appreciation must have shown. Her eyes sparkled right at me as she slowly pulled the straps down her arms and let the lacy cups fall free.

  My glass bounced as it hit the floor. Jill laughed and arched her chest, twirling her glittery blue pasties at me. No plastic surgeon had been involved here! Jill was the real deal. The bottom of each beautifully rounded curve rested lightly against her chest. My mind whirled, just thinking about all that warm, sensitive, feminine flesh. Damn, I wanted to suck her tits! I wanted to lick them and kiss them and worship them with my mouth until she begged me to fuck her!

  I understood the rules. But damn, I could dream! Jill gave me a wink, then she turned and slid sinuously up and down the pole. I squeezed my cock through my trousers, but I didn’t dare unzip. I’d come in my hand, and this was one dance I wanted to last for a long, long time.

  Jill shimmied to the side, and pre-come leaked into my pants. The light behind her accentuated her profile. Her nipples jutted out into the pasties so far the glittery material barely covered her areolas. There was only one way to get nipples like that – through long, hard, dedicated sucking. We’re not talking the quick, obligatory licks my buddies did when their dicks were racing towards pussy. We’re talking an open-mouthed latch that covered the areola and positioned the nipple way back on the tongue with the top against the roof of the mouth. We’re talking hard, rhythmic, continuous suction that stretched the nipple out until the tip was so long and thick, no pasty would ever press it completely flat again. The kind of sucking that made a woman so sensitive she could scream out an orgasm from breast stimulation alone. The kind of suckling my first lover had taught me how to do, and that I could never get enough of.

  Jill peeled off her over-panties, then glanced quickly around the room, taking in Darcy doing a totally naked lap dance over a brother staring up enraptured as he stroked his rock-hard dick and ignored the money-covered G-string on the sofa beside him. Jill smiled and looked me right in the eyes, and she teased aside the tiny excuse for a thong covering her pussy.

  Oh, fuck. She was a natural redhead. My frat brothers hooted and hollered as she flashed them another quick glimpse of the neatly trimmed red curls covering the dark shadow of her slit. She licked a finger and rubbed it down the front of the thong, shivering and wiggling as she circled her clit. As my brothers whooped, she tossed her hair and threw me a wicked glance.

  I wanted her more than any woman I’d ever wanted in my life. What the hell, I figured. If I didn’t ask, I’d never have a chance with her, and she could always say no.

  I faced her dead on, so she could see the dark wet circle covering my rock-hard dick. I didn’t know the sign for just plain sucking on a woman’s breast. So I cupped my hand horizontally over my left breast, pinkie side in, and squeezed my fingers together twice in the sign for breast feeding. I ended with my thumb and forefinger snapping at my lips. Delicious.

  Jill almost stopped dancing. Only her hips gyrated as her hands moved instinctively to her breasts. Her eyes locked on mine, her tongue stealing over her lips. Holy fuck – she was blushing! Then her eyes got wide and she quickly turned back to her dancing, shaking her hair like she was shaking me off. But it was too late. Each time she peeked back over her shoulder at me, I smiled and repeated the signs. Each time, a gorgeous pink flush crept up her cheeks – and her nipples got harder, until they were jutting stiff and hungry into her pasties.

  I was in love, or at least I was in lust. The hard jut of Jill’s nipples told me the attraction was mutual. I want to fuck you, I signed. I want to fuck you with all my brothers watching. Maybe with them fucking you, too?

  Her face flamed red, but instead of saying no, she sucked her lip and shrugged. Maybe. She ran her finger, almost but not quite touching me, down the side of my face. Then, still wearing her pasties and thong, she sauntered over to give the real cop a lap dance. I stood up and got a soda, then settled back into my chair to watch. The next move was up to her.

  Eventually, Goldilocks and Darcy announced it was time to go. The three women had a quick, silent conversation. I only caught Jill’s part. She assured them she was sober and she had her cellphone and pepper spray in her holster purse, easily accessible on the counter. She promised to call them by eight the next morning, and told them it was OK to send the manager up if she hadn’t. But it was only when she’d pointed to me and told them I’d be looking out for her that the other strippers finally left, their pockets bulging with tips from their official performances and the dirtiest, sexiest non-fucking lap dances I’d ever seen.

  Then only Jill and my frat brothers and I were still in the room.

  Name your price – and your rules, I signed.

  Jill smiled and leaned back against the edge of the drinks counter. ‘Make an offer. Pretty much anything goes, but one at a time, unless I say otherwise. Everybody uses condoms. I reserve the right to say “no” any time I want. And “no” means “stop”, right then.’ She looked slowly around the room, meeting everyone’s eyes individually. ‘Agreed?’

  ‘You got it,’ I said, out loud, so everyone heard.

  The married guys and a couple who were engaged – and one who was about to graduate from the seminary – announced it was time to go. Laughing, they wheeled out a half-empty keg and shut the door behind themselves.

  When they were gone, my best friend, Ed, threw $200 and a rubber on the coffee table. Jill tilted her head and tapped her chin, then shook her head. Offers from others flew and the pile of money kept getting higher. Eventually, I tossed $1000 and my solid gold fraternity ring on top of the pile.

  Jill grinned, threw me her prim and proper police chief’s hat and signed for me to scoop everything in and leave it on the table. She pulled from her holster a thin sparkly belt with a little drawstring pouch and clipped it around her waist. Then she picked up the remote and pointed it at the entertainment centre. A slow, sexy beat pulsed deep and steady into the room.

  ‘You first.’ She pointed to Ed and started to dance. Her pasties swayed as she stroked her hands sensuously over her body.

  Ed unzipped and leaned back into the couch. Jill peeled off her thong and stuffed it in his mouth. Then she carefully folded his money – and only his – and tucked it in the pouch. She rolled the rubber over Ed’s dick, climbed up on the couch, shoes and all, and straddled him, gripping the back cushions and lowering her cunt straight down over his dick – all the way down in one swoop. Then she flexed her hips and rocked against him.

  I’ve never heard a man make a sound like that.

  ‘Fuck! She’s a fucking snapper!’

  I didn’t know which of my breathless brothers had spoken. Not Ed. His lips were full of panty, his eyes damn near glazed as he arched and shuddered beneath the once more swaying blue pasties. With each deep knee bend, Jill rose up until the only thing connecting them was the dark-red rubber-clad length of his dick. Then she slowly slid down, and flexed her muscles.

  ‘Fuck, man!’

  ‘FUCK!’

  The heavy slaps of hands on dicks told me not everyone was going to make it to Jill’s pussy. Even so, watching Jill ride Ed’s cock was every man’s wet dream come true.

  I had my dick out, too, but I was pacing myself. I stroked slowly, squeezing myself and playing with my balls when the urge to come got too great. Jill’s tassels swayed each time she raised and lowered herself, each time she flexed her taut, sexy butt muscles and made Ed howl like a caveman. He made it maybe a dozen strokes, then he threw his head against the b
ack of the couch, roaring and shaking as Jill sank down and ground against him. Her ass damn near shimmied as she milked the come from him. I grabbed my cock hard, panting as I pulled myself back from the edge and the smell of fucking filled the room. Ed was still twitching when Jill pulled off, leaving the dripping rubber hanging from the end of his dick.

  She looked pointedly at the table. ‘Who’s next?’

  The line was long and enthusiastic. When Josh wanted to fuck her ass, she turned around and straddled him backwards, sliding her ass down over his dick as easily as she’d done with her pussy. Josh’s mewling left no doubt that her ass muscles were as talented as her pussy. In an amazingly short time, she worked her way down the line, until I was the only one left. The room smelled like a cross between a wet dream and a whorehouse – the classiest whorehouse I could ever imagine. The memory would be jack-off material for me for the rest of my life.

  I intended to more than just jack off, though. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and took it. I hadn’t gotten where I was in business by pussyfooting around when the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself. I wanted this woman for my wife! With my dick in my hand, I set another $1000 and a rubber on the couch next to me, and growled.

  ‘Sit on my dick and take off your pasties.’

  Fuck, her blush made it hard not to come! I forced myself to think only about my breathing as Jill slid the rubber over me. She nervously ran her fingers over her thighs.

  ‘Did you want my bottom? Or my –’

  ‘Your cunt.’ I interrupted her. ‘Squeezing my cock until I come. And unless you say no, I want fingers up your ass, too. But keep your shoes off the chair. I want you kneeling over me, not standing.’

  She nodded, licked her lips as she rolled the rubber on me and set her knees over my thighs. I took my dick in both hands and guided it in as her hot, tight pussy lips slid down over my shaft. She squeezed, her pussy muscles moving slowly over me like an incredibly talented throat. I gasped and gripped her waist hard.

  ‘Don’t move!’ I growled. Fuck, she was good! I crawled back from the edge, keeping my fingers tight as I concentrated on the air moving in and out of my lungs. I tried not to look at Jill. She was holding her cunt muscles perfectly still, but she was chewing on that gorgeous, suckable bottom lip. I shoved my hands in her hair and dragged her mouth to mine.

  If her cunt had so much as twitched, I would have lost it. But she held her pussy perfectly still. Her mouth was so incredibly hot and wet and sweet. By the time her muscles relaxed enough to tremble with her own response, I’d gotten control of myself again. She whimpered when I slid my tongue free.

  ‘I said to take the pasties off.’ I caught one in my teeth and tugged. ‘I’m going to suck your tit until you come.’ I turned my head and tugged on the other pasty. ‘Then I’m going to suck your other tit until you come so hard you scream. You’re going to come for me once for each of the cocks you fucked tonight. And I’m going to suck your tits the whole time.’

  Her pussy shuddered as a gorgeous deep flush spread up her chest. I twitched my dick inside her. Her eyes widened, her fingers freezing on the edge of a pasty.

  Bare your breast, I signed.

  Jill slowly peeled the pasty down. With a soft, sticky whisper, her nipple was bare. It was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Long and thick and dark red, with an areola so big the sparkly blue had only barely covered it.

  ‘Put your tit in my mouth,’ I tried to growl, but my throat was too dry for the sound to come out as anything but a gasp. I signed it instead.

  Jill leaned forwards, lifting her breast to my lips. She shivered as I washed her nipple with my tongue. When I worried the tip with my teeth, she whimpered and her pussy quivered. Then I opened my lips wide, and took her entire nipple into my mouth.

  Panting, she licked the edge of her firm, full lower lip. ‘Um, do you want me to work your dick?’

  ‘You won’t be able to stop yourself,’ I growled. I sucked hard, twitching my cock up into her as her cunt muscles clamped down around me.

  ‘OOH!’ Her wail was high and sweet.

  ‘Holy fuck!’ The sound of hands on dicks told me that even if my frat brothers were too wasted to come again, they were going to be beating their meat watching us.

  ‘Shit, look at that!’

  I pulled the other pasty off with my teeth. Then I sucked her tits until she was screaming, her arms wrapped around my head as she held me to her, begging me to suck her harder. Her cunt was milking me like a swallowing throat, constant little shudders, little climaxes that were building towards one mind-blowing explosion. Even with her face out of focus from being so close, I could see waves of beautiful pink colour racing up her chest with each rippling tremor. Her cunt muscles were spasming almost constantly over my cock, milking me until I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I lost it. And Jill was still coming.

  ‘Put fingers up her ass,’ I panted, not caring which of my brothers obeyed when she nodded. She screamed as one finger slid deep, then two, then three, flushing again as I turned my head and sucked the deep burgundy tip of her other breast deep into my mouth. A hand moved around her to pull the nipple I wasn’t working. Her cunt tightened. I thrust up, shoving my cock deep, sucking hard as I rubbed my fingers over her clit.

  Jill’s scream damn near broke my eardrums! Her whole body convulsed as her cunt milked the climax down my spine and the sperm up from the bottom from my balls. I shot so hard I literally saw stars. The yells around us told me we weren’t alone. Fuck, that room smelled good. And fuck, I loved her!

  Jill fell down onto me, her arms still wrapped tight as she whimpered and the last waves rolled through her cunt. Her tits were so sensitive the lightest touch made her quiver. I laughed and leaned back just far enough to look into her glazed, sated eyes.

  ‘You’re going to marry me,’ I said, stroking the side of her face. ‘We’ll get to know each other first. We’ll make sure the rest of the things we do are as compatible as our fucking. But know this, lady. I’m going to suck your tits damn near to bruises and fuck you senseless every day for the rest of our lives. And every year, we’re going to come back here to have an anniversary reunion with these bozos. Objections?’

  ‘Nope,’ she said, laughing, the beautiful blush spreading over her face again as she looked around the room and nodded at the enthusiastic agreement from my now totally wasted frat brothers. ‘They can all stand up for us at our wedding.’ Then she leaned forwards and whispered in my ear, so only I could hear. ‘But could you maybe suck my nipples just a little bit more now – very, very gently? Your mouth feels so good.’

  As I once more lifted Jill’s tit to my mouth, my exhausted brothers slapped me on the back and headed off to bed. I sucked her softly until she cried out with another bone-shattering orgasm. Then I sucked her harder, and fucked her pussy and her ass while she alternately cried that her nipple was too sore and begged me to keep going. But not once did she tell me to stop. And when I finally cupped her warm, heavy, exquisitely tender tit in my hands and held it to my lips, she pressed her nipple into my mouth and let her tears drop onto my face as her cunt shuddered. The sky was turning light when I finally came up her ass for the last time. She called her girlfriends and told them we were engaged, then we went back to bed and slept until checkout time.

  We were married three months later, in a private ceremony attended by all of my once more thoroughly hungover fraternity brothers. They laughed uproariously as my wife walked almost bow-legged down the aisle. Her head cocked mischievously and she dragged the single red rose she carried over the top of her full, creamy tits and down the front of her low-cut, sheer white dress. I smiled at the well-sucked tips poking out into the form-fitting silk, then broke into a grin as she signed I love you.

  I love you, too, I signed, and took her hand. We turned to face my frat brother. He’d just been ordained, and we were his first wedding. I knew he’d keep the ceremony short. He’d left the bachelor party early, but
I had no doubt he’d be as anxious as the rest of our brothers for Jill and me to tell them all the details of our wedding night.

  ‘Dearly beloved,’ he began. Yeah, I thought, we were.

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