"Johnny," Sue whispered in my ear, "you want to come and party with us at our house?"
Her hand was rubbing my thigh through my jeans, and occasionally brushed over my hard cock. She giggled when she felt my erection.
My face flushed from the alcohol and excitement. I answered her, "Ah, well...yeah, sure!"
The bartender had just announced 'last call' when Sue asked me. I'd met her and her husband Jim a couple hours earlier, and we hit it off immediately. Even though they were older, in their mid-thirties, I had a great time with them drinking and laughing.
Sue was a pretty woman with long, black hair, shapely legs and fanny, and I guessed 34-C breasts. I'd gotten my first erection that night when we danced and she held me tight against her warm, supple body. She flirted with me the rest of the night. I didn't know what was going on between her and Jim, but she was definitely coming-on to me.
Jim was a very handsome man, with a hard, firm body. He was two-inches taller than me; probably thirty pounds heavier and it was all muscle. I didn't consider it a 'gay-thing' by admitting he was handsome; I'm an open-minded guy, and I say what I think.
I explained to Sue that I didn't have my car here -- that I lived close enough to walk, and she smiled, "No problem -- Jim will bring you back when we're done."
Done? Done with what? I wondered.
In the car, Sue had me sit in the middle between her and Jim. There wasn't much room, and my thighs pressed against both of theirs. She stretched out her arm and laid it on the top of the back rest. She stroked my hair and neck as we drove to their house. My erection throbbed inside my pants; pre-cum soaked the front of my string bikini briefs. Sue had a slight smile on her face as we rode to their house.
I'd moved to town three months earlier. Nowadays, you had to go wherever you could find work. My job required me to work pretty much alone, so I hadn't made any friends there. I found the bar a couple blocks from my apartment, which meant I could walk back-and-forth. A good thing, too -- I tended to drink more than I should.
Their house was beautiful! They were doing quite well for themselves. A three-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath, southwestern ranch-style with a swimming pool in the back yard, and it was very tastefully furnished.
Sue had disappeared; Jim and I sat next to each other on a large, plush couch. We smiled and made small talk. I felt comfortable with him.
When Sue came back she handed us a glass of wine. I usually didn't like wine, but this tasted delicious. She sat next to me and reached into a small, gold-leaf box on the coffee table. We watched her pull out a joint; she lit it and gave it to me. I'd smoked pot before, but I was more of an alcohol type-of-guy. I dragged on it and proceeded to cough. They thought it was very funny, so now I was determined to show them that I was a cool-guy, and took a long, deep drag and inhaled it into my lungs.
I passed it to Jim; he took a small drag and gave it back to me. I took another deep drag and gave it to Sue. All the while, Sue's hand stroked and caressed my thigh. Once again, my penis was hard as a brick. By the time we finished the joint, my head was floating in the clouds; I wore a permanent grin on my face, and my cock throbbed and danced inside my jeans.
Suddenly, Sue announced: "Last one in the pool takes it in the bottom tonight!"
They took hold of my hands, helped me off the couch, and we went outside to the swimming pool.
They wasted no time stripping off their clothes. My head turned side-to-side watching them undress. When Sue was naked I gasped at the sight of her beautiful breasts and soft, sensual flesh. I turned my head in time to see Jim take down his boxers.
His hard cock sprang into view. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock and balls. He had to be seven inches long, and an inch-and-a-half around, and he was hairless 'down there', as-a-matter-of-fact, his chest and back were hairless, too. He had the most magnificent body I'd ever seen on a man!
They came to me, and their hands worked at my clothes. When I stood wearing only my red, string bikini briefs, Sue smiled and said, "Oooo, look at his pretty panties." Then she grasped the waistband and yanked them down exposing my trembling, five inch cock.
"How cute!" she shrieked; then standing between us, grabbed our cocks and led us down the stairs and into the water.
Normally, I would have died of embarrassment. I was shy and introverted and sexually naïve, but the pot worked its magic, and I thought this was the coolest thing that had ever happened to me.
We splashed and swam and played games. Sue was an excellent swimmer and made sure we never lost our erections. She'd swim circles around us, grabbing our cocks whenever she could. I wasn't a very good swimmer and when we went to the deep end, Jim held me by the waist with his strong hands. Sue would swim between our legs and give our cocks two or three quick strokes. My head swam in lust; my balls ached for release.
"Okay guys," Sue said, "it's time for the band aid game!"
I didn't know what she meant but I played along. Jim and I sat side-by-side on the edge of the pool, our feet and legs dangling in the water.
Sue came to us and fastened band aids at the base of our hard cocks and wrapped them around our shafts.
"Okay, guys -- whoever gets the band aid off the other guy first -- WINS! And Johnny, there's a trick to this game -- see if you can figure it out."
Huh? What? I wondered.
Then I felt Jim's hand on my cock; his hand twisted and turned at the band aid sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my cock and up my spine. My mouth opened and I groaned.
Not to be outdone, my hand grasped the base of his cock and began trying to slide the band aid up and off his rigid member. We laughed and worked hard at the band aids. Our hands slid up-and-down each others' cocks. Jim put his arm around me and pulled me close -- he kissed me. I kissed him back; our hands working feverishly on our cocks to win the game; our mouths and tongues fused together in passion because it felt sooo good.
Jim stroked my cock faster-and-faster -- he never touched the band aid. I began to swoon; my chest heaved; I gasped for air. His hand was the center of my universe. Up-and-down---up-and-down---up-and-down---his strong hand stroked my cock. I felt my balls contract; my head fell back and I shouted and moaned as wave-after-wave of cum shot out of my cock. He kept stroking until he had milked my balls dry.
My penis returned to normal. He easily slipped the band aid off my shrunken cock.
"We have a winner!" Sue yelled.
We laughed. So the trick was you had to make the guy cum before the band aid would slide off.
Very clever! I thought.
I was aware of Jim's hard cock still in my hand. "I want to finish the game, too," I said.
He smiled at me and we kissed each other as my hand moved faster-and-faster on his beautifully smooth, now-throbbing cock. Our lips melded together; he began moaning and thrust his hips in time with my stroking hand. His cock felt natural in my hand. I reached for his balls with my other hand. I rolled his balls with my fingers. He shouted, "OH JOHNNY!" and shot load-after-load of hot cum between us. When he was done, my hand was covered with his cum and I brought it to my mouth and tasted it. I liked it -- I licked my hand clean.
I pulled the band aid off his now-deflated penis. We laughed and kissed.
"Johnny...Johnny -- I need your mouth, baby. Eat me, Johnny—eat my pussy!" we heard Sue scream. I'd forgotten all about her.
I looked and she was sitting next to me, her legs spread wide with her hand between them feverishly masturbating. I jumped in the pool and positioned myself between her legs. I watched her hand on her pussy.
Now this was never my favorite thing to do with a woman. A vagina seemed so out of place with the rest of a woman's body. I mean, from head-to-toe a woman was soft, supple, full of curves and sensuality, but when I looked at her pussy it seemed like just a hairy gash. A jungle of hair with an open slit deep in the middle of it. It doesn't fit with the rest of her body. I was afraid of it.
I took a deep breath and went in. My last girlfriend taught me how to pleasure her this way, and I concentrated hard remembering the lessons she gave me. Sue was easy; she had done most of the work herself. I pushed my lips and tongue into her and licked and sucked. Her juices were flowing freely. Breathing down there was always the hardest part. When I took her clit between my lips and licked it with my tongue she exploded. Her thighs trapped my head tight between her legs as her hips thrashed about wildly. I gasped for air. My face buried in her pussy.
