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Who's Next?

I went to a party with my husband (before we were married) when I was about 23. I consider muself fairly well proporioned with 36c breasts. I am tall and have long black hair. My husband had told me about how he had been telling him friends how I was wild in bed, though none seemed to believe him, as ordinarily, I am very quiet and reserved. I decided to change that tonight. We were partying pretty hard for a couple of hours and someone pulled out a bottleof vodka. (My weakness) A few shots later and I wa ready. I was sort of between being wasted and enjoying being the only girl at this party, enjoying the attention. My boyfriend started kissing me and feeling my breasts and they responded immediately by spring to life, hard and "pokey". I told him to hold on and left for the bathroom. Inside, I removed my bra and put it in my purse, even though I was wearing a fairly thin and tight burgandy tank top. I left the bathroom just in time to hear some good-natured razzing of my boyfriend as I re-entered the room, about me leaving him during making out. Now I wouldn't say my boyfriend's friends were repelent, but they were boys raised with a sort of laizze-faire attitude towards female respect and apprecieation. I wanted to change this. Upon returning, I straddeled my boyfriend, intentionally pushing my skirt higher than I needed to to kiss him. As we started to make out in the living room, with his friend circled around for conversation, I moved his hand to my breasts. It wasn't long before all noticed I had removed my bra. And soon, his hand was under my shirt. As we made out, the general banter became more and more quiet as the preoccupation of watching us took over the conversation. Soon, I wanted more. I felt him holding my butt and enjoyed it, but moved my left hand from the back of his neck to the front of my left breast and started pinching my nipple. The right hand slowly slid down his back, around his ass, and towards the underside of my red plaid skirt. I moved the lips of my pussy back and forh on his cock and started a circular motion with my fingers. I was geting hot. I moved my panties to the side and started to enjoy myself. It was about a few minutes later that I realized I was still in front of "them" and decided who cares!? I rode hard, feeling his cock inside his pants, fully erect. I slid back a little, just enough to unzip him and puled him ou. I slightly lifted and slid down his shaft, sooo wet, he slid right in. I didn't feel totally exposed, because I still had my skirt covering all, but it was hot. Really Hot. I wanted to feel his mouth on my breasts. On my nipples, gently biing. Suddenly I leaned back slightly and to my boyfriends great suprise and shock, I removed my tank top. He was stunned, but went with it as his friends cheered and were watching intently now. told him to bite my nipples and make me scream. (God I love to have my nipples bitten!!) He followed orders as I slid up and down, my hands behind his neck. Up and down. I stood momentarilly to remove my black t-back g-string and quickly reinserterted. I was blasted, but sooo horny! I rode him harder and harder. I could feel him getting harder and his back tensed. Suddenly, I felt him shoot his load inside of me. It felt soo goood! We slowed but I knew I wanted more. I slowly rose, knees weak from the act and excitement and removed my skirt. Standing naked in the room with 5 men, 4 not my boyfriend whom had now exposed themselves and were stroaking, I bent over, placing my hands on my boyfriends knees, looked my boyfriend in the eyes and asked whose next. It wasn't long before I felt him enter me. I didn't look back. But just kept looking ino my boyfriends eyes, never breaking the gaze. He was thinner than my boyfriend, but longer, about 8 inches. I t felt amazing being fucked while I stared into my boyfriend's eyes, closing them as he shot his load. The second was wuch thicker. I never knew who was who. I never looked back as they took their turns, but I look back now, 15 years, married to my boyfriend,and think about how it felt sooo good being bad, being a party favor and changing the way they tought about me forever. I still think about it as my husband fucks me now.

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