Bachelor and Bachelorette

I told Kelly it wasn't cheating because I wasn't into girls.

"But you are into girls," she argued, fairly.

"No, I'm into just one girl. Otherwise only boys," I said.

"You are hopelessly in love with that one girl. And you're fucking me, which I gather you don't entirely hate."

"No, I don't hate it. But that's because I'm in love with a girl and fucking another girl is a balm, I guess."

"Yeah, you're into girls," affirmed Kelly.

"I guess, but I like boys too."

"Look, it's fine. You don't have to justify it to me. I'm just saying, we've been hooking up all Summer, and the fact that you've previously only ever been into boys but now happen to be deeply in love with a girl doesn't get me off the moral hook for cheating on my girlfriend."

I knew she was right. I wasn't so much trying to justify her infidelity as I was my own little problem. Our team of camp counsellors had grown very close, but I had kept Jane at an arm's length because ever since the minute I saw her get off the bus I knew I was feeling something new. It almost frightened me how beautiful she was, and when I learned she was also kind and spirited, it was all over. In the early weeks, Kelly had been complaining a lot about missing Kellie (don't ask), and Jane had started cozying up to one of the male counsellors. So in a moment of uninhibited horniness, I went to Kelly privately and asked if I ate her pussy would she stop crying about her girlfriend. She took exactly five seconds of convincing.

It wasn't my first time in the position, although previous times were all in a drunken party girl kind of context. I had always been led to believe I was something of a natural, which might explain my willingness to have a go at the most experienced lesbian at the camp. My first time with her was quite mechanical, that is she took off her own pants and laid down on her cot and I crouched in a downward-facing dog while I lapped at her. It wasn't romantic, or even especially sexy, although I was getting off also on the idea of getting a woman off, and with no offence meant to Kelly, it was Jane I had in mind always. This squared anyway with Kelly, who clenched her eyes tight as my tongue ran across her pussy. She dreamed of Kellie. She dreamed of a world where it remained true that only Kellie could make her come.

I haven't always been conniving, but I learned from the best. That was how Kelly repaid me for soothing her relationship woes. She and I decided to contrive a scenario wherein all the girls would take part in a blind-folded pair-off in order to explore the beauty of the female form. The point was that nobody but Kelly would know whose partner was who, but secretly, she agreed to pair me with Jane. This way I could end the summer knowing how she felt, how she tasted, and how I could remember her forever. It was expressly forbidden that we peek outside our blindfolds, but I did it anyway. I couldn't resist the chance to glimpse that gorgeous girl's naked figure beneath me. I saw more than just that of course. All the other girls surrounded, each in various states of nudity, either giving or receiving some form of carnal pleasure. If it wasn't clear before that I have an attraction to all humans in this natural state, it certainly was now. But nothing was more of a turn-on than Jane's little rainbow-coloured panties with the star punched in the hip. Watching them drag off of her was like witnessing world class art.

It all worked perfectly except for the fact that I never quite got over Jane. Even after several years went by, and I became quite the sexual adventurer myself, I still thought of her often and wished her happiness and satisfaction. My long con began when I saw her from across a bar, eating a meal with a handsome young man who I thought at first might be her boyfriend, but when she left prematurely and I noticed no kiss between them, I second-guessed myself. My first instinct was to follow Jane out of the bar and catch up for a chat. But too chicken, I stayed and watched the man, and eventually followed him out instead. I lost him after a few blocks of keeping my distance but spotted him again a month later, from across the street as he entered this little stationary store.

After he left I went inside and applied for a job. I suppose the rest can be inferred. I worked there for three months before he returned. Max was his name, of course. I fucked him in the storage room, indeed several times. Like I told Kelly, I always liked boys. Before I could worm my way into Jane's life via Max, I had to assess his sexual openness, so I invited him to meet my friend Annie. I had another friend, Nick, come along too and pretend to be another man for Annie to potentially pick, although he was just a plant, meant to give Max confidence. At that get together, we played Prompt to loosen up the talking. In no time, Max proved to be very open to group activities, although he and Annie only touched each other. I sat aside and pleasured myself while he ate her ass against the glass door, and then fucked her on the couch and came on her tits.

And before I start to come across as a total sociopath, I should be clear that Jane came to me, not the reverse. I was plenty content enjoying her old friend for as long as it took. But I knew she'd be along eventually, and when she came into the store the same way Max had done, I was in her pants even faster. If they thought I was a natural, it's only because they hadn't met Jane. She was even better than I remembered. I knew then that my longing for her hadn't been in vain. But when she let on that she loved Max, I had no choice but to use my gift for social arrangement to bring her happiness. It's like what Kelly had done for me; if we can help someone fulfil their love, we should. Plus, I'd fucked both these crazy kids now, and hell, maybe all three of us could share a round.

We did just that, but not before I let Jane enjoy a practice session with my friends Jessie and Craig, who happened to be her two favourite porn stars. That part I really didn't contrive, but it was another easy sell, and it helped to drive home the fact that Jane was a very dirty girl. First, we tied her up and Craig had his way with her. Meanwhile, Jessie and I stripped down in the other room and warmed each other up (we'd done this so often it was practically like racquetball). Then we joined them on the bed for some daisy-chaining, followed by group-falating, and then a paired-off fuck which required a strap-on that both Jane and I got to receive.

When it came time for Jane and Max to finally hook up, I was honoured to be a part of the scheme. It was a time of necessary rebellion for her. She was breaking free from a bad work situation and a long string of unsuitable suitors. Max was as happy as ever to go along with the wondrous depravity that was continually falling in his lap.

I leaned against the wall of the shower and watched as Jane dropped to her knees and took Max's cock into her mouth. Then some time later, I laid into the sheets and took in the sight of him entering her pussy. They came together like a song, and it was one of the great joys of my life to have played a role in creating that happiness for them. It's among many joys I've felt in their company, naturally. And now here comes another...

Max and Jane decided to get married in the Spring. It was clear they were bonded for life, but because of the circumstances surrounding their partnering, there was never any fuss in their relationship about the constraints of monogamy. They agreed immediately to continue welcoming guests into their sex life. This was particularly good news for me because although my love for Jane had taken on a new meaning, I would always consider her the most beautiful and alluring person on earth, and Max, I'm not sure there's a more capable cock on a more pleasant man anywhere.

With an agreement of openness comes a new series of terms, and an early one was the trade-off that Jane and Max would each have sign-off on each others' bachelor parties. Perhaps not coincidentally, they both hired me as Party Planner. This meant I would be busy indeed, but my history managing people and events speaks for itself, and anyway, I always knew how to make other peoples' plans fun for me too.

The two parties were a week apart, with Max's bachelor happening first at a lake house we rented for a weekend. There was a hot tub and a pool table and a fully stocked bar. The crowd was intimate, with only his five oldest buddies invited. They were Dean, Chris, Shawn, Adam, and Grant - all thoroughly handsome gentlemen who, it turned out, Max had had the decency not to tell about his many sexual exploits. Not that these boys were prudes, but the revelations of the night away were clearly an abrupt shock to all of them.

When I entered the house through the kitchen, the six men were seated around a large sectional couch room drinking scotch and chatting. They all turned in silence and stunned at my pink glittery party dress which cut low into my cleavage and stopped a millimetre below the crotch of my thong. I'd done my hair up in full glamour, and my make-up, which was generally on the extreme side, matched my attire in sparkle and sultry provocation.

"Did someone hire a..." asked Adam.

"Dude, shut up," snapped Shawn.

Max only smiled at me. He had no idea what was in store, but I could tell he wasn't surprised to see how things were beginning.

"A what?" I asked, affecting a soft tenor.

"Nothing," said Adam, bashfully.

"Were you going to say stripper, sweetie?"

"No, no. Definitely not."

"Oh. Because if you don't want strippers... we can go."

"We?" asked Grant.

"Yes," I confirmed. "We."

On cue, I was joined on either side by my fellow angels. Jessie on my right, wore an identically slutty dress, but hers was black; and Veronica stood at my left, in the dress's white version. Our hair and make-up was done the same, and our heels varied to better even our heights.

As for the other girls, it's worth knowing that Max knew Jessie from her content online, but had never met her before this evening. Veronica, he had met, although never without her mask on. She had appeared in a number of Jessie and Craig's videos as a third-party, and had become a good friend of mine as well. She was twenty, naturally red-headed, and even more petite than me. Her freckles evenly coated her entire adorable body, and in spite of her many singular facets of beauty, she only ever appeared in sexual conquests anonymously. I convinced her to make an exception by saying that there would be a total of nine of us fully naked - masks simply didn't belong.

"Girls, this young man doesn't seem to want us to take our clothes off," I teased. "Maybe we've come to the wrong party."

"What a shame," pouted Jessie.

"I can't believe I got this horny for nothing," said Veronica.

"No, you didn't, you didn't," insisted Dean.

"Please stay," begged Chris.

"Okay," I said. "But Veronica's right. We showed up horny, so before we can get started, we're going to need to see all you guys strip down."

They visibly hesitated at first.

"Come on," instructed Jessie. "Haven't got all night."

"Well, we kind of do," I clarified, "But the faster the better. Hop to it."

All six men stood and began removing shirts and pants. They all seemed to hesitate again at their underwear, and at this point it became clear just how bulging each of them was. The only member of the party unphased by our arrival was Max, who was blithely willing to go along with whatever might occur. Another urge of haste forced them to pull down their remaining articles, and Jessie and Veronica and I finally approached the line of them and stood opposed. I positioned myself between Adam and Dean, Veronica stood between Chris and Shawn, and Jessie filled the remaining spot between Grant and Max. The girls and I had six hands among us, and each of them reached forward and found a cock to stroke.

We revved those boys up to their absolute peaks. Any anxiousness they might have had about getting jerked off in the same room as all their buddies was quickly dulled by the overpowering satisfaction charging through their members. Speaking for my guys, Adam's cock was long and subtly curved; Dean's was thick in a perfect complement. They both throbbed with every pump and I could already feel myself getting excited to welcome them between my lips. The guest of honour looked to be having a stellar time also, having Jessie tease him with the graze of her delicate fingers. He too was starting to lose his cool.

When I began to feel the moisture of a bit of pre-come on my hand affixed to Adam, I announced my next instruction for the group.

"Would you all be gentlemen and help us out of these confining dresses?"

"Seems like we're the strippers," joked Chris.

"Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

Dean pulled the spaghetti straps from my shoulders, loosening the outfit. Adam then tugged at the skirt from its bottom hem, and in so doing, grazed the silk against my aching mound. The other four boys performed in similar fashion until all three girls were standing before them in matching bra and thong sets corresponding to the colours of our respective dresses. From the middle position, I turned to Jessie and unhooked her bra, letting her extraordinary breasts free. With my back to Veronica, she was able to remove my bra, and after it hit the ground, I swerved to return the favour but not before leaning in to give her a long and succulent kiss.

We girls faced the line of men and relished the amusing sight of their gaping eyes. Then we lowered to our knees and examined the cocks from eye level. I warmly ran the grip of my hand down Adam's length so he wouldn't feel excluded while I used my other hand to point Dean's dick toward my mouth. Hungrily, I lunged my mouth over him, instantly allowing his tip to crash into my tonsils. I was polite enough to close my eyes for this moment, so I couldn't know who Jessie and Veronica were sucking on first, but the sounds of slurping and moaning made it obvious we were all at a common juncture.

After some preliminary tonguing, I dropped Adam's cock and used my newly free hand to force Dean's pelvis backward until his shins reached the couch and he stumbled into a seated position. I know what I'm doing, so I managed not to let his shaft escape my lips during his fall. Now, over top of him, I was able to drive my face deep into his lap, consuming his cock to the ultimate degree.

I had hoped Adam would intuit what to do next, but I couldn't blame him for needing a little coaching in such a wild environment. Without neglecting my attention to Dean, I returned my hand back toward Adam. I found his cock first, but instead of stroking it again, I guided my hand to his stomach and then up to his muscular arm. Then I tugged at him, aligning his reach downward and forcing him into a crouch behind me. I placed his hand on my ass and before I released it, I pulled slightly at the slim line of silk running between my cheeks, showing off its capacity for stretch. This got the message across. While continuing to deep throat Dean, I felt Adam pull my skimpy panties to the side and line his cock up with my opening. When he made a sleek but confident entrance, filling my insides with his ample unit, I allowed myself a breather, releasing my mouth from Dean and opening my eyes to survey the periphery.

Veronica was fully naked, splayed on the couch with her legs spread and Chris sort of standing and thrusting into her front-on, and Shawn stood by the armrest pointing his cock directly down her throat. Jessie was on the opposite side of the couch, positioned on all fours, sucking Grant's dick and having her pussy eaten by Max from behind. I noted that her black thong was pulled down but not off. The tiny item was suspended halfway between her knees and hips, stretching with the width of her legs. This was so Max, I thought. The man loved pussy, but he loved ladies underwear almost as much, and he never squandered a pair of panties if he could help it. I caught Grant's eye and winked at him as I went to return Dean's cock into my mouth. Grant then leaned forward just enough to high-five Adam, who's hand swung forward above me.

Adam began by rocking my hips smoothly. With each pump inward I gushed at the sensation of his rod colliding with my insides. I respected his right to get going at his own pace, but before long I took some control and sped him up by bucking my lower half backward into his cock at a faster and rougher pace. He met me where I wanted and quickly began fucking me like I demanded to be fucked, like I could tell he'd always wanted to fuck a woman. With each thrust forward, I continued fawning lower onto Dean's thick cock. I knew I tasted pre-come, and he was wincing and moaning just as you like, but I was thoroughly impressed with his ability to hang on. At this early stage of the night, all six men were proving very agile indeed.

I couldn't remember who exactly, but at least two of the other guests at Max's bachelor party were in committed relationships. I was sure to find that out from Jane before I locked in any plans because I wanted to preempt any drama. "They're grown ups," she told me. "Let them make their own choices." There certainly hadn't been much time spent considering things, so it's possible Max's male friends had similar extramonogamistic arrangements as he. Or maybe they had hell to pay later. What was clear was that hedonism would be seized now, and it was heaven for them.

Victoria started coming. "Oh! Oh! Oh, my god! Yoouu'rree huuggee! Keep going!"

As she flung her head back into the cushion, Chris's spunk became visible around her slit. He howled out too and the pair finished coming together before he ejected. Without thinking, I shot up, letting the dicks fall out of my mouth and pussy, and I pounced toward Victoria's side on the couch. Here, I bent low and licked up the sticky, delicious mess left behind. While leaning this way, I felt soft hands peel my underwear down and I lifted each foot so they could be taken off completely. Jessie then moved her face below my pussy and I lowered to sit on her open mouth. There was enough movement coming from her for me to know she was being fucked by someone, but I couldn't see who from where I was. Before leaving this spot, I came hard against Jessie's face and several others in the room reached an audible climax also.

When eventually I dismounted Jessie, I sat upright to get a lay of the land. The six male faces remained bewildered and flourished, but I was thrilled to see no cocks had yet gone soft.

"Honest question," I said. "Who here's fucked a girl in the ass?"

"I have," joked Jessie.

"I know you have," I laughed. "I know Max has too."

"Wait," said Grant. "Max, do you know this girl?"

Max chuckled and nodded. "She's the maid of honour."

The men lit up with a buzz of surprise. "What the fuck?" someone guffawed. Another asked, "Aren't you going to get killed for this?"

"No, I think we have an understanding."

"I'll say you do," said Shawn. "How else would she know you've done anal?"

"Are you a bit jealous, maybe?" I teased him.

"How could I not be?" he said.

"Fair enough. Everyone who promises to be gentle but not too gentle is welcome to have a turn." I reached out a hand each to Jessie and Veronica and I led them off the couch and down to the floor. Jessie tugged off the panties that were still dangling between her legs. We arranged ourselves on the rug in a three-pronged star-shape, with our faces all together and our asses stuck out in different directions. The three of us began making out. There would be no further direction. It took only a moment before a cock found each of us, and by process of elimination, I could surmise mine was Shawn's. I had the most perfect view of Max fucking Victoria's ass, and Dean fucking Jessie's. The other three men looked on awaiting their chance.

Shawn was either experienced in the tail or a born natural. He knew to prod firmly but carefully, and plunge inward at a slow easy pace. Utter glee poured over my face as I watched Veronica's eyes roll back. I lost clarity soon after when my eyes did the same. We wailed in pleasure at the feeling of getting our asses stuffed with these boys' gallant rods. When an orgasm crashed through me, I made an effort to hold steady, but my knees buckled and I dropped a bit slower. Shawn, to his credit, never lost hold of me, and went on fucking at our new elevation. I was forced to open my eyes when I felt a broad male slither into the shallow cavity between me and the floor. It was Grant sliding under me from the side on his back. In a smooth motion he treated each of my tits to a tongue bath before kissing me on the mouth. I admit it was nice to be kissed on the mouth. For all the fuck-toying, it was almost old-fashioned, sweet even.

"Can you handle two at once?" he sneered.

Perhaps not old-fashioned, but I liked this version of Grant also. I pinched the tip of my tongue between my teeth and I nodded slowly. He bent his knees toward the ceiling, just on the edges of my body, and fished his cock into my pussy. It was the smoothest cock I'd ever felt, like a lube-slicked dildo, and it soon occurred to me he was coated in a perfect mixture of come and pussy juices from one of the other girls. Grant and Shawn soon found a common rhythm and fucked my holes in a fast pattern; Grant in my pussy, Shawn in my ass, Grant in my pussy, Shawn in my ass. It created the most bizarre and captivating wave of satisfaction that set my entire lower half ablaze with heat and desire. I'd been doubled before, but these guys did it like a packaged deal, so to speak.

There was a symphony of howling about the room as different members of the group orgasmed hard and let their fluids spill out and in. After a fair amount of time, I announced that the ass-fuckers had to swap with the others and we all went on some more. We tried our best to ensure all three girls had all six cocks in at least one of their slots, but it was more important to keep the partner-swapping organic. By the time I clocked the mascara on Jessie and Veronica as harried and blurred, and could presume mine was also, I asked Max the crucial question.

"Who's getting all the come?"

He thought about it briefly and eventually chose Veronica. I couldn't blame him. Until this party, he'd never seen her full face before. Jessie and I helped each other up, leaving Veronica kneeling on the floor. The six men crowded around her in a circle and began pumping their rods in the direction of her face. Veronica, honoured by the appointment, smiled wide and opened her mouth as a fountain of white cream poured over her face. It went into her red hair, on her chin, in her mouth, and over her eyes. By the time all the boys finished coming, she looked completely dunked, and by the joy of her expression, she couldn't have been happier.

She pawed it out of her eyes as I helped her stand. Then I pointed her to Max.

"Help this poor girl get cleaned up."

A sudden gentleman, he took her hand and guided her down the hallway to the bathroom connected to his room. The other boys were letting the groom have the primary suite to himself, which worked well enough for Jessie and I. We collected our dresses and underwear, bid the others goodnight and retired to Max's room. While we waited for him and Veronica to finish in the shower, we padded each other off with wipes and towels. When they emerged, Veronica looked like new, her complexion pink from the hot water, her ginger mane thick and slumped over her shoulder, her freckles insisting an innocence.

The four of us fell asleep in Max's king sized bed. There was some more light petting, and of course we were sure to awake the groom with a tender release. But overall, the group was exhausted. "You stay here," I whispered to Max as the morning sun streamed in. The other girls and I slunk out of the house before any of the other boys woke up. It would be better if they had only their aches to confirm their magical night, and not the sight of us in the morning. Although, it wouldn't be the last any of them would see us. There was a wedding coming up, after all, and that was to be the real celebration.

{a week later}

I owed Jane a bachelorette party as sensational as the stag we threw for Max. Truth be told, I wanted hers to decimate his, but that's just my sense of self-competition blended with my particular affection for the bride. The problem was Jane's girlfriends (me and our mutuals excluded) were not up to date on her recent sexual liberation, and she felt a bit awkward sharing with them that lifestyle, much less expecting them to indulge in, say, a come-hungry fuck fest.

So I relented and took part in Jane's request for a mild event. She introduced me to her long-time friends but left out the nature of our relationship. We booked a hotel suite that slept six women and enjoyed an elegant bistro dinner and spa treatments. The others were delightfully sweet and inclusive, but all lacked even the faintest undertone of interest in something more. This meant I had to remain on my best behaviour, a feat I could only partially manage. At any given opportunity I grabbed Jane's ass or whispered to her how wet I was around her. None of the others caught me; I'm discreet for someone so proud. The boldest of my advances was an under-covers pussy-rub, which she allowed, only we were unknowingly foiled when another of the girls, Shauna, asked if the bed was moving or was it just her.

It was all quite fine, but at the end of this drawn-out exercise of ladylike manners, I was dying to give Jane the exploit she deserved, and one she could take up without the fear of judgement or tension. Not to mention her husband-to-be got to rail three different assholes on his bachelor weekend, and that demanded reciprocity. So the two of us went clubbing. It was Halloween, and everyone at Collide was adorned in vibrant costume. I was Harley Quinn, which Jane pointed out was obvious if hot (I took the compliment). I wore pigtails and a revealing halter top, red and black shorts and combat boots. Jane was an angel, but not a particularly angelic one. Her white dress was nothing more than a high-cut nightie with a fringe of feathers at the seam. Matching wings perched upon her back but didn't span far enough to be a burden, and her halo was more of an understated tiara sat on her glamorously done hair. Her eye makeup was severe and ensorcelling, and she wore heels so high I had to ask how she planned to dance at all. She wasn't concerned though, and I felt silly for doubting her.

Club Collide is not known for its churchly attitudes about dress on even your average night, not for women of a certain look who voluntarily show up offering a peek at anything less seen in common daylight. But on all hallow's eve especially, the skin exposure was prominent. This meant the male interest in Collide was always high, and only the hottest, most eligible dance partners were selected out of the line. But Jane and I were able to waltz right in, and to display ourselves seductively to the awaiting gents before entering. We held hands, and given Jane's full-foot altitude over me, I might have looked like her baby sister if not for the considerable ass-cheek I showed through fish-net tights, bulging out of skin-tight vinyl booty shorts.

At first we danced mainly with each other, grinding close and allowing our hands to roam freely. But it's a subtle dance to aim for intrigue, and Jane and I had to be careful not to appear too intimate that men would consider us the wrong trees up which to bark. Occasionally we'd spin apart and drag our hands along the chests of handsome men we'd spent the previous minutes scoping out. It was also allowable to level beyond that, so long as the balance remained struck. For example, I pulled Jane low and kissed her on the mouth but, at the same time, clung to the package of this lumberjack I'd been caressing on my other side. Bringing Jane into a bend very possibly exposed the lacy thong beneath her dress to the NY Yankee-dressed fellow who was eyeing her up across the way. He approached soon after and I freed her up to engage with him for a while. I had my lumberjack to keep me occupied.

These two boys, it turned out, were friends jointly on the prowl, and they didn't know just yet how lucky they'd struck it. Although things went quickly in an enjoyable direction.

The strobe lights pulsed and flickered as thunderous bass shook the floor beneath us. A cocktail server drifted through the crowd and the lumberjack bought from her four shots of something stiff and tart. I think it was green but the club lights played all sorts of tricks. We raised the little cups high and drank them together. It was hellishly warm in there and our activity only enhanced the heat. The lumberjack ground against my butt and I could feel his rock-hard boner through his jeans. Opposite me, the Yankee was writhing on Jane in similar fashion and I watched as his hands teased her shallow hem. As usual, the extreme lighting flattered her, as did the glisten of sweat that formed on her chest and in her pink complexion. She wore a stern expression while dancing, and mostly kept her eyes shut. But at one moment, Jane looked over at me and winked. I felt myself blush, not to mention gush. In an instant I turned to face the lumberjack and stuffed my hand down his pants, clasping around his cock and pumping it gently.

"Want to get out of here?" he shouted into my ear.

I pointed to Jane. "I go where she goes."

Some time later, the four of us were in the back of an Uber van on the way to the lumberjack's apartment. Amusingly, his name was Jack, and he and I were in the middle row, fondling and kissing, while Jane and the Yankee, Parker, were doing the same in the wayback. There were occasional breaks for air, during which we made surface-level chat.

"Don't worry about my friend," I told Parker.

"The angel look is just a costume."

Jane confirmed, "We're supposed to dress up as something we're not on Halloween."

What she didn't mention is that her costume doubled as a bride aesthetic, although the nature of our outing didn't exactly make her the traditionally chaste bride either. Still, this was going just as I'd hoped. For all the fun Jane and I had gotten up to together, most of it was contrived. We'd never been each others' wingmen, never gone out in the hunt of a classic one night stand. The lumberjack and ball player were excellent candidates though, gorgeous and manly but not at all interesting enough for our time together to feel like anything other than primal.

"What about you?" asked Jack. "You're not actually a mischievous clown-crime princess?"

"Oh, no. I'll still break your toes with my comically large mallet."

Jane giggled but the boys didn't know what to make of it.

We were relieved to discover the lumberjack's apartment was actually quite elegant. One can never predict how a man's place might look, but Jack's was clean and stylish, and suggested he might earn a decent living, though it wasn't of particular intrigue to us his guests. Parker, familiar with the territory, fetched us drinks from the kitchen, and Jane and I helped ourselves to seats on the large couch. Jack sat next to me, letting his muscular thigh press against my delicate fishnets. He threw an arm around me and leaned in for a kiss, an advance I deflected by turning and kissing Jane instead.

I fell into her, bracing my hands on her knees and dragging my lips and tongue to her neck. We lost ourselves in an intimacy we knew so well, and not until we felt Parker sink into the couch on the other side of Jane did I remember the boys were even there. Careful not to cut short my attention to Jane, I reached over her and pawed around to find Parker's lap. His cotton pants enabled me to find his bulge easily, and I wasted no time slipping my hand under the waistband and grabbing hold of his throbbing cock. With my back to Jack, I didn't immediately know what he was up to, though his invitation to join the fun came shortly after.

I moved my kiss off Jane and lifted both of my knees to the seat cushion, then planked my body over her, kneeling horizontally and lowering my face to Parker's groin. I tugged at his pants and he eagerly proceeded to pull them down, freeing his large member into the air. I took it in my hand again and began teasing the tip in the shallow of my mouth.

"Fuuuuck," he wheezed in a long exhale.

I felt the couch shift as Jack stood upon the cushions and fed his own cock into Jane's lips. Relying on my core strength, I used my free hand to pull Jane's panties to the side and finger her. This position wasn't conducive to long-term action, but it got the ball rolling fast. I released off Parker's cock and rose to an upright kneel, playfully knocking Jack out of Jane's mouth. I unbuttoned my shorts and wiggled my hips as they drew downward. Next I removed my top, and beneath these garments I wore a matching black bra and g-string. Following my lead, Jane lifted her dress over her head and was careful not to displace her halo. She presented herself in white lingerie, and the two of us sat side by side again.

"Off with the costumes," ordered Jane. "Parker, you can keep your hat on. Jack, your... beard can stay."

I laughed out loud.

The boys stripped down naked as Jane and I watched and patted slyly at ourselves and each other.

"Didn't expect the night to go this way," Jack said to Parker as he disrobed. This was exactly what I loved to hear.

"On your knees," said Jane. "Both of you."

The boys dropped to the floor and shuffled back toward us. Jack met me at my knees, and Parker landed at Jane's. In unison, we lifted our bums and allowed our panties to be dragged off our bodies. The last thing they saw before lowering to eat our pussies was us taking off our bras.

I honestly couldn't tell you which of the boys was better with their tongue, although I sampled both. After a few minutes, Jane ordered them to switch places. Both of us came shortly after the change-up, but credit was at least partially due to the work done beforehand. I love the sound of Jane coming. She begins panting really quickly, and makes an almost pained squeak before devolving into a release of pleasured moans. It was her orgasm that finally ignited my own, and when we both settled down, we leaned toward each other for a passionate kiss. This caused Jane to lose her halo, although she was quick to reposition it when we stood to reconfigure.

She continued giving the boys directions, which pleased me so. "Don't lose your breath now," she cautioned.

"We're not," reassured Jack.

"Good. Then Harley and I will bend over the couch and take you from behind now. Up to it?"

"Yes, please," drooled Parker.

Jane and I turned our backs to their dicks, leaned against the backrest of the couch, and perked our asses outward in a gesture of welcome. Jack came to me first. I knew it was him because I felt his beard when he kissed the back of my neck. He carefully lined up his cock and slid it into my sopping pussy with ease. I chanced a peek to my right and watched Parker do the same for Jane. Together they began rocking forward and backward, finding rhythm and further driving our lustful desire into the stratosphere.

Jack clung to my hips with his fingers and the arc of my ass with his thumbs. He thrusted in and out with a seamless glide along the slick walls of my opening. His cock travelled deep within me, carving its path and invigorating every minute nerve along the way.

"Oh fuck," I pouted. "Fuck me hard, you big, strong man. Grab my hair."

He took a pigtail in his fist and tugged just enough to make my neck taut. It occurred to me that I should wear my hair like this on regular nights too.

Jane's whimpering heightened too. "Go for the home run, baby. Yessss." She always had the ability to be utterly hilarious without upsetting the heat of the moment.

Underlying the sound of our wails was the dull thwap of Jack and Parker's pelvises connecting with our buttcheeks again and again. I love that sound because it's only really achievable with a partner that can hold his stamina. Both boys appeared to have no issue in this department, although when another climax poured over Jane, it seemed to signal that they could take their turn. I crooked my neck and watched her head limply bob against the cushion.

"Fucking hell," she panted.

"I'm going to come," groaned Parker.

"Go for it," she hissed.

"Just anywhere?" he panicked.

"No. Don't stop fucking me."

How could he have held on another second after a directive like that? It didn't surprise me any. I knew Jane loved the feeling of come shooting up inside her. Parker exhaled gruffly and I knew that she was getting her wish.

I don't mind the feeling of a good come pump either, but I tend to be partial to feeling it hit me in the open air. So when Jack asked me, "Where should I put my load?" I told him, "Come on my ass!"

He ceased pumping, withdrew his rod and began jerking himself off behind me. I rested my face against the cushion and did my best to point my ass high, shaking it just enough. Within seconds, I felt his hot wad spatter against my ass. Jack had a healthy dose pent up because enough landed on me to decorate both cheeks with an extra bit at my tailbone. It immediately started dripping into my buttcrack and melding with the moisture I'd been amassing down below all evening.

Jane remained bent over, and was now rubbing her clit and grinning at the sight of my speckled tail. When Jack had fully unloaded, she barked another order. "Get her a towel, will you? Both of you."

"Both of us?" laughed Parker.

"Both of you," she snapped sternly.

The boys left the room together and returned shortly after to find me now having moved lower, still with my ass perked up, but angled so Jane could bury her face in it. She licked up so much of Jack's come that I barely needed the towel anymore. Here, I had my chance to organsm a second time, the boys were already keen for their next turn. They traded spots this time. Jack slid his cock into Jane's pussy from behind, and Parker sat on the couch next to me and I began sucking him. This arrangement was particularly hot for me because as Jack fucked Jane, he forced her face deeper into my pussy and ass. Consequently, I drove Parker's cock deep into my throat.

After a cycle of this, we were all pretty tired, and Jane and I got dressed and thanked the boys for their hospitality. There was some obligatory insistence that we stay a while, but we all knew the transaction had been completed. Jane was getting married, we weren't out seeking chivalry. We were in the Uber home before we realized she'd lost her halo at some point during the fucking.

"Oh well," she laughed. "It was a lie anyway."

God, I loved her.

We gawked at Halloween costumes on the way home. It was late at this point, but not so late that we couldn't have gone back to Collide and found another pair of boys had we wanted to. We had a better use for the evening's remainder. Jane came to my place and we shared a shower then watched a movie. We snuggled but didn't mess around any further. To us, it was a successful night. Little did we know a new strain of gossip was quickly spreading among Jane's social circle. It would later come out that Shauna was in the line-up at Collide and saw Jane leave with me and two guys, neither of whom were Max. This was all on the level of course, but Jane's more traditional friends weren't all yet in the loop. With the wedding in the horizon, boy, would they be racked by scandal.