Bonnie and Spencer's Airtight Tuesdays
----Greetings, you filthy animals! Welcome to the third chapter of the "Bonnie's Adventures in Groupsex" series! As always, I recommend starting off with the preceding tales, Bonnie & Spencer's First Date and Bonnie & Spencer's 2nd Date. However, there is quite a bit of summary at the outset of this story, so readers who'd prefer to start here shouldn't be so confused as to who's who that they can't enjoy a nice wank or two. And they ought to be some good wanks: this story is basically a non-stop fuck-fest, one wank per chapter even! Even the flashback is absolutely filthy!
Though it should go without saying: these stories are fantasies! Everyone involved is 18 or older, and they needn't worry about STIs or unwanted pregnancies. Ok, that's all! Happy wanking!
XOXO, Gemma----
Chapter 1
Bonnie couldn't believe her luck. After spending the last three years suppressing her innermost desires in the hopes of finding a guy who'd settle down with her, she'd finally met the man of her dreams. Unlike any of the other insecure losers she'd dated, however, Spencer had no interest in taming Bonnie's wild ways. He never judged her for having a higher-than-usual libido, never let himself get intimidated by a sexual history so active she could only guess-timate at her overall body count. "More than 50, less than 75?" was the closest she ever got to an actual number. Instead, he'd loved Bonnie for exactly who she was: an insatiable slut who craved more cockmeat than any one man could provide. Most guys would ghost a woman after watching her relishing a double-vaginal penetration from two strangers right after their first date, but not her new man. Indeed, Spencer had been so transfixed by the spectacle that he now willingly shared his girlfriend with the two pervy bartenders on a regular basis. They'd even come up with a cute little name for their weekly group sex sessions: Airtight Tuesdays.
Spencer couldn't believe his luck. All his life he'd been made to feel ashamed of his lecherous desires; by girlfriends who found the idea of being shared appalling and broke up with him at the mere suggestion, by the boys in school who'd found his bookmarked collection of gangbang videos and called him gay, embarrassing him in front of a whole assembly. He'd resigned himself to the idea that the only outlet he'd ever have for these fantasies was pornography, but meeting Bonnie had changed all that. Not only did this gorgeous woman not judge him for his lascivious proclivities, she delighted in them. Shared them. The more they indulged in their basest lusts together, the deeper in love they fell with each other. He never got tired of watching Bonnie get fucked by one or preferably both of the other guys, but he enjoyed all the dirty things they got up to one-on-one nearly as much as the foursomes.
Mack and Gavin looked forward to Airtight Tuesdays almost as eagerly as Bonnie and Spencer. Though both of the men harbored unspoken crushes on the busty beauty --so much so that either one of them would have happily taken Spencer's place as her boyfriend-- they both counted their blessings and contented themselves with their role as ancillary hard-ons. Besides, it was abundantly clear to every one of them how madly in love Bonnie and Spencer truly were, how their passion for each other only deepened with the passage of time. They knew that if Spencer could magically replicate two other clones of himself, there would be no need for them. The entire foursome was also aware that their numbers would ultimately grow; that even three reliably hard cocks couldn't fully satiate the sex goddess all three of them worshipped.
Bonnie stared at herself in the dive bar bathroom mirror as she psyched herself up for the pounding she was about to receive. Her dramatic entrances had become an essential prelude to Airtight Tuesdays, and every week she tried to pick out a sexy new outfit to show off her voluptuous physique. Standing at only 5'5 (5'8 in the wedge heels she was currently wearing), the 32-year-old, raven-haired beauty resembled one of those cheesecake pinup girls from a vintage advert. She worked hard to maintain an hourglass figure, yet a pleasing chubbiness clung to her diminutive frame. Seeing the effect her curves had on men made it worth some the challenges living in her body entailed. Bonnie's ass was so round and wide she had to jump up and down to squeeze into a pair of jeans (which was part of the reason she nearly always wore tennis skirts, sundresses, or rompers). Her thick thighs nearly always rubbed together when she walked and finding suitable brassieres for her 34GG bust was both challenging and expensive. But she knew Spencer loved those giant tits almost as much as he loved her dazzling green eyes and pouty red lips.
It was Gavin's 37th birthday later this week, so she'd picked an outfit with him in mind as a way of celebrating. The lanky bartender had offhandedly mentioned that he'd always had a thing for cheerleaders, which gave Bonnie the idea of re-purposing an old Halloween costume for the evening. After cutting the built-in shorts out of her black-and-white-striped a-line skirt to give her lovers easy access (she never wore panties to Airtight Night), hemming her matching top higher and higher until she was showing just a hint of underboob above her exposed midriff, she squeezed her legs into tight, black, knee-high socks. She chose a more Gothic look for her make-up, opting for a foundation that made her already pale face look even whiter, plus heavy eyeliner and black lipstick. Her jet black hair was tied up in girlish pigtails, completing the look and allowing for greater blowjob leverage. She didn't have any pom-poms, but she didn't think the guys would mind. She knew she looked fucking hot.
The guys whooped and hollered in approval when Bonnie descended the stairs wearing her sexy outfit. Spencer, Gavin, and Mack had become so comfortable with each other's bodies that they'd already disrobed in anticipation; all three of them sat naked on the chaise with their boners at half mast. The men had been laughing and passing a joint around before the sexy woman standing before them commandeered their attentions. Bonnie sauntered over to where Mack was sitting and plucked out the doobie dangling from his lips.
"Gimme that," Bonnie demanded playfully, taking a big hit and French-inhaling the smoke into her nostrils. "You've been bad boys, leaving me out of the rotation," she joked. "So now I'm going to finish this whole thing myself." Then she looked at her three utterly devoted lovers with a wicked gleam in her eye. "I can think of something else for you to do with your mouths," she said, lifting up her skirt to show off her exposed pussy lips.
By the time she'd spoken the words, all three men were caressing her body with their mouths. Gavin knelt before her, pulled her skirt over his head, and began gently flicking his tongue over her sensitive little clit. Spencer stood behind her with Mack off to one side, kissing both sides of her neck as she puffed away. Soon, she could feel Spencer kissing his way down her back as he also sank to his knees, but she couldn't tell what he was up to. She nearly dropped the spliff when she felt Spencer's tongue start tracing the rim of her tight, pink asshole. She's never had her ass and pussy eaten at the same time before, and the exquisite pleasure sent shivers running up her spine, nearly overwhelming her.
Mack reclaimed the joint and took one more hit before snubbing it out in a nearby ashtray. He blew smoke into her mouth and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Gavin and Spencer's chins were bumping as they both feasted on Bonnie's nether regions, but neither of them would be deterred from their collective mission to make Bonnie cum. Though all of the men had become inured to incidental contact with each other, their attraction had always been exclusively focused on her. Of the trio, only Spencer had ever entertained any bi-curiosity,
[another story for another time, perhaps. XOXO, Gemma]
yet all three would have to admit to enjoying the unique erotic frisson of frottage. They'd sword-fought in Bonnie's mouth and shared her pussy, but tonight the debauched foursome had a different dirty milestone in mind.
Bonnie was on the verge of cumming when Gavin and Spencer suddenly relented from their simultaneous anal- and cunnilingus. She was about to protest when Mack led her over to the chaise. He laid down and looked up at her like an obedient puppy waiting for a treat.
"Sit on my face, baby girl," he said in an oddly gentle and loving tone, considering the tawdriness of the circumstances. "I wanna taste you." Bonnie happily complied, only instead of facing her older lover, she turned around and brought her dripping pussy to his lips ass-first.
"I can't believe we haven't 69'ed yet!" the voracious slut exclaimed, bending forward until she was eye-level with Mack's fat, uncircumcised cock. "Hello, old friend," Bonnie cooed as she rolled back his foreskin and teased his exposed head with her lips and tongue. Her muff muffled the bartender's moans of pleasure, resulting in a humming sensation against her clit that drove her wild. She relaxed her throat and swallowed the entire length of his girthy shaft, stifling her own moans of pleasure with man meat.
