Moonlit Solo Turned Duet

I needed this. Work has been crazy lately, with long hours and loads of stress, so when a coworker invited me to a big house party with some mutual friends, I accepted instantly. The party itself was fantastic, there was a band, sort of. I think it was actually just a couple guys messing around on some instruments that were out in one of the rooms. But they were really good, and it just heightened the energy in the room. The hours flew by as we drank and chatted, and played games and did stupid drunk shit. Eventually the crowd started to dwindle down, and the hostess told the rest of us stragglers that we were welcome to spend the night. The spare rooms were snapped up quickly, and I contentedly flopped on the basement couch.

I should have been exhausted, but I felt energized by all of the people, and I couldn’t sleep. As I was laying there, mentally writing some doc for work, I heard a familiar sound coming from a room just down the hall. The moans started out quiet and subdued, but as they continued, the sounds got louder and louder. 

I was instantly intrigued, and I began guessing what was happening behind those doors. I thought about his head dipping down to suck on her milky white tits. Or his cock deep down her throat. And his hand all the way inside her vagina as he ate her out. As I imagined, I felt myself get wet, and I quickly shimmied out of my jeans so I could spread my legs and touch myself. 

The moonlight was streaming in the daylight basement windows, and I felt like I had a moonlight spotlight on me, as I laid there on the couch in just a T-shirt, and a blanket that had been tossed aside. My nipples were hard, and my white shirt didn’t hide much of anything. I loved the performance-esque nature of fucking myself in the moonlight to the chorus of moans coming from down the hall. 

I started out slow, almost lazily. Dipping my fingers into my hairless, wet, pussy, and painting my juices onto my throbbing clit. With one hand, I tweaked my nipples, as my other hand began to pick up its pace. I stroked the intensely soft insides of my pussy, and then pressed my thumb against the ridges along the tight opening. Then I twirled my fingers around my clit, gently pulling back the hood and circling one gentle finger tip around that rose bud. 

I was having so much fun playing with myself, distracted by the textures and sensations, that I didn’t notice the noises fade until I realized they were gone completely. I didn’t really care that I had missed their climax, because I was getting closer to my own. 

I began to pant quietly, as the tension built inside of me, from my toes to my scalp. But then I heard a tiny creak, and I suddenly realized that I wasn’t alone. I cracked my eyes open and peered out under my eyelashes at a darkened form of a man standing in the hallway. I could barely make out his form, but I was acutely aware that the moonlight was still beaming onto me and my show. 

So with the subtlest of smirks, I shuffled my hips to give him a better angle, and then I closed my eyes again. I had lost some of my momentum in the surprise of noticing I had an audience, so it took me a few moments to work back up to the spine tingling sensation right before a good orgasm. I was biting down hard on my lip, and my legs were trembling from the exertion, when I felt the unexpected sensation of a hand on my thigh. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself staring into the shadowed eyes of one guys I had been talking with earlier that night. 

From earlier, I remember he had beautiful warm brown eyes, the color of dark cedar wood, but now they were filled with a smoldering intensity as his gaze shifted back and forth between my eyes. His question remained unspoken, but I put my free hand on top of his, and used the force of his and my hand, to spread my legs open wider. 

Needing no other invitation, he instantly lowered his head to my wet and waiting pussy. I moved my hand out of the way, and he licked me from my asshole to my clit, then slid two fingers into me. He was ravenous but deliberate in his attack on my pussy. His tongue alternately circled and flicked my clit, as his fingers rhythmically plunged into me. Occasionally, he would spread his fingers apart, and reach into the opening he created with his tongue. 

His beard prickled my sensitive and hairless skin, and I could feel the weight of his lips and mouth against my folds, as he ate me like I had never been eaten before. Then he flipped my legs up, over my head, and placed my hands behind my knees to hold them there. The sensation of the tightness from the folding in half, combined with the licking, the roughness of his beard, and the rhythm of his fingering me, had me building to a peak again. 

Then, wet with my juices, he inserted his pinky into my asshole, and I was gone. “Oh my gosh, I’m cumming. Stick that little pinky in my ass more, you majestic son of a bitch.” I groaned. 

“Oh you like that, huh? Well there’s more where this came from,” he said between licking.

And then like fire spreading across a dry field, I was consumed. I couldn’t say anything but “fuck fuck fuck”, and my body shuddered and shook. He forcefully pinned my legs down to my shoulders, as I lost control and fought to kick them out. He slowed his attack and milked the last of my orgasm out of me with well timed plunges of his fingers. 

As I lay there, gasping from exertion, he propped himself up with his arms and looked down at me. “So you think you’re done, do you?” he asked.

Still unable to talk, I smiled and shook my head. And with the quickest of unzips, I felt the head of his cock press against the opening of my wet and raw vagina. I felt like he had stretched me out when he ate me, but I wasn’t ready for the girth of his cock. He pressed in slowly at first, and he filled me completely. 

He lifted my white t-shirt, and lowered his head to my tits. He bit and suck on my tits while he began to fuck me, harder and harder. I realized I was living out the fantasy that I had been picturing only maybe an hour before. 

He lifted my legs up, behind my head again, and used his body weight to pin them there as he rammed into me and continued to devour my tits. Then he straightened up, and continued to fuck me as he impaled me on his hard rod again and again, deeper every time. I could feel us both spiraling together into a climax. He must have felt it too, so he pulled out of me, and let me lower my legs. He flipped me over, and pulled my legs off the couch, so I was kneeling, bent over the seat cushions. He positioned himself behind me, and with his dripping wet cock, he pressed into the pink buttonhole entrance of my ass. 

I was so wet, and turned on, my body offered barely any resistance, as the entirety of his huge cock slid into me. He reached around me and grabbed my tits in two huge handfuls. He used them almost as handles as he pulled my body and my hips back into him. He ground his hips into me, just relishing the pressure and the sensations for a moment, before he began to pump in and out of me. He twisted my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, while he fucked my willing ass. 

“You are the naughtiest girl in the world, you know that?” He whispered. “You wanted me to see you tonight, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did!” I gasped out. “I wanted you to see me, but I had no idea you’d join in!” 

“How could I not? I will fuck you every single day for the rest of my life if you’ll let me.” And he began to pump harder and increase the pressure on my tits. 

I arched my back, and pressed back into him as I felt the fire begin to consume me again. This time we both were moaning and gasping as he poured his seed into my ass. 

He pressed into me one or two more times, before he pulled himself out. I slumped into the couch, as I felt our combined cum begin to drip out of both my holes and down my legs. 

I don’t remember when I fell asleep, or how I got tucked back in, but in the morning, I woke up, wrapped in a blanket on that couch, with my pussy and ass aching from the activities of the night before, but thirsty for the promised repeat.