Sex Stories

It was nine o'clock at night and Babe was looking hotter than ever. She had been getting ready for my special little treat for her since around six. We have been with each other for seven years now and I had asked her if she had ever considered or fantasized about being with more than one man. She hesitantly admitted that she had in fact dreamed about what it would be like to have more than one cock wanting to ravish her. Not so much the cock itself, but the lust driven desires of the men that owned them. Tonight, she would fulfill this fantasy.

Babe is a tall woman. She stands right at six feet tall. She has shoulder length blonde hair, deep emerald green eyes and legs that go from her feet and travel a mile to her promised land. Her breasts are a healthy thirty nine, C cup, and all natural. Tonight she was wearing a very short, black mini skirt that rode about three inches below her firm butt cheeks. Her legs were covered with sheer black nylons, the kind that don't require a garter belt, and she had on four inch spike heels. This made her legs seem as though they went on forever as they disappeared under the hem of the skirt. Her blouse was a ruffled front button up, that she always left unbuttoned to her massive cleavage. Damn, I'm drooling just thinking about that sight.

It so happened that her ��treat�� was going to take place at a Halloween costume party. One of my best buds was throwing this party and he always has the kind of bashes that spur on well into the night. I had mentioned to him about Babes fantasy. He told me that he would invite two more of our friends to help me give her a dream come true. What are friends for?

When we arrived at his posh estate, there must have been fifty or so other people there. All were dressed to the nines as far as costumes go. I don't think that there were any that duplicated another. For the next three hours, we mingled, drank and danced. Around one a.m. we noticed that there were only five people left. Me, my best bud Oz, and Mike and Jim, and of course, Babe.

Oz was dressed up as a hockey goalie for the Detroit Redwings, complete with an old fashioned style hockey mask, the kind like in the horror movies. Mike was dressed as a construction worker, complete with hard hat, no shirt, frayed at the waist tight fitting Levi jeans and a tool belt. Mike had the body of a construction worker with chiseled arms and a five o'clock shadow on his outdoorsy face.

Jim was dressed like a Chippendale Dancer, which he fit very well. He was in fine physical shape, from many hours at the gym. His pants were shiny spandex that showed every ripple of muscle and healthy lump in his crotch. Of course, he had no shirt on, only a choker collar that was studded with spikes around his thick neck.