This story occurs chronologically after "Inverted Nipple Solution," which also features Marilyn. Though they are separate stories, since Mare has made considerable sexual progress by the time of this story, I'd suggest reading the other story first.
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In college, I had a fuck-buddy Marilyn, a great personality who had very fair skin, blonde hair, big boobs, and a somewhat big but firm and round ass. She really liked to fuck, too. She had a friend, Jane, with a very assertive personality, whom I knew but not as well, who was a dark-complexioned brunette with a perfect athletic body--muscular but with curves, too, and super-pointy nipples. Since an acquaintance of mine had once dated her, I knew she loved sex and was an excellent lover. I'd wanted to bang her from the moment I first met her, but she had always had a steady boyfriend--one of those "serial monogamists." She and Marilyn both liked to party--drink, smoke pot, and generally cut up.
One Halloween I bumped into them at a costume party. They were trashed and had come together dressed up as whores, and did they ever look the part--lots of gaudy make-up and dime-store jewelry, ridiculously teased-up hair, stiletto heals, fish net hose, and lingerie that showed a lot of tits and ass. I was dressed as a "70s guy," platform shoes, ultra-tight high wasted jeans with a shoestring belt, a loud flowered shirt unbuttoned to my naval, a huge neck chain (actually my bicycle chain!), and--the piece de resistance--an enormous afro wig.
As soon as the girls saw me, they cracked up and said, "Our pimp!!!"
Immediately assuming the role, I said, "You bitches makin' me any money tonight?"
Having a very large time, the three of us stuck together as we walked/stumbled from one party to the next. Never breaking character, I'd walk up to other male partiers and offer them a hundred-dollar date as the girls posed, squeezing their boobs together and, occasionally, each others' ass cheeks. Quite unbelievably, no one took up the offers, even in jest. Marilyn and Jane, commensurate with their increasing inebriation, became ever bolder, offering menage a trois to numerous men. We were playing our parts so well that I believe people thought we were the real thing and were kind of scared off.
It got really late, and we decided to ricochet on over to my apartment to knock back a few schnapps and do a few bongs. Already pooty-faced, we got even sillier there. In no time, Jane said she had to come out of her three-sizes-too-small panty hose, so she proceeded to peel them off in one deft motion—inadvertently taking her panties off as she did so. I really don't think she realized what she was doing at first, but we all fell out laughing and laughed even harder as she kicked them into the top of my potted ficus tree across the room.
As Marilyn inhaled a big lung full of funny smoke, she exclaimed that her push-up bra was cutting into her, so she promptly unsnapped the front closure, and out popped her big ol' titties, tipped with tiny pink inverted nips, jiggling in time to her hysterical laughter. My own Britannia jeans were the very pair I'd actually worn as a teenager, and they were extra-tight back then, and with my rising erection, they became even more uncomfortably tight. So tight, in fact, that Jane commented it was obvious that I was circumcised. More laughter.
Sitting there on the low couch in them, they honestly were cutting off my circulation, so I tried to slip them off, to no avail. To get them on earlier that evening, I had to lie down on the floor and struggle to wiggle myself into them, finally able to do so only by starting over without any underwear. I lay back on the couch to extricate myself, but was still unable to get out of them, so Marilyn pulled down with her fingers in the pockets while Jane tugged on the cuffs. This technique worked, and out sprung my hard dick as the girls fell backward onto each other into a pile on the floor.
"Boing!" I uttered, to the roars of the girls.
I then stepped out of the jeans and tossed my loud shirt into the tree with the hose, leaving me with nothing on but a bike chain and the bushy afro wig. Talk about stupid looking! I knelt down on the floor and, with Jane on one side of Marilyn and I on the other, we pulled off Marilyn's fishnet panty hose, which left a provocative iteration of diamond patterns over her thighs all the way up to her glistening blonde bush. As we did so, Marilyn unsnapped Jane's sexy little demi-bra which had been hiding the bottom halves of her perfectly shaped medium boobs and now visible nipples, delightfully large and erect.
To my gleeful amazement, Marilyn began massaging the feeling back into Jane's released tits as Jane returned the favor to Marilyn.
"Damn, Mare, I wish my boobs were as big as yours."
"And I'd love to have your pencil-eraser nipples, Jane," as Marilyn tweaked them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Now, mind you, these best friends were not lesbians; they were simply curious and uninhibited, given their wasted states of mind. I'd bet good money that neither of them had ever touched another woman's tits before. Naturally, I was extremely turned on, sporting a full erection, which did not go unnoticed.
"Well, well, what have we here?" asked Jane.
"A big hard dick," answered Marilyn.
"Not THAT big," giggled Jane.
"Plenty big enough," said Mare, "and let me tell you from first-hand experience, he knows how to use it."
"Are you gals going to chatter all night or suck me?" I asserted, thrusting my rod towards their faces.
Without hesitation, Mare gulped me down her throat while Jane stood up and began expertly French-kissing me, her crotch poised just above the head of the kneeling Mare's bobbing head. Tongues intertwined, I was thoroughly enjoying Jane's soft full lips as I simultaneously squeezed her nice firm tits with their big hard nipples tickling against my chest.
"Man, I must be dreaming!" I exclaimed.
In answer, Mare bit my dick head medium hard and said, "No, dude, you're fucked up but wide awake."
