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My girlfriend Isa wanted to host a party. The only problem with her idea was that we lived in a small one-bedroom apartment in South Florida. Isa said the party would be small, maybe just a few other couples, but I remained resolute that our apartment simply didn’t have enough room. Plus, I knew there was no way the party would be small.A random Sunday came along and I was sitting on our living room couch watching football. Isa walked in from the bedroom wearing nothing but a tight-fitting tank top and knee-high socks. Allow me to pause to paint the picture of Isa’s ridiculous beauty. Do you know how some women just ooze sex? Raw sexuality was Isa’s unique gift. Everyone was instantly attracted to her because of it. More than once, I saw straight married women literally beside themselves with lust for my girlfriend. One could argue her desirability was because of her looks. Isa was five foot, two inches tall with dark red hair, plump lips, and striking blue eyes that seemed like they were lit by an ice-blue flame. She was soft, round, and voluptuous with D-cup titties and an ass that defied the laws of physics. Isa’s legs seemed long despite her height. Her feet and toes were tiny and she was always barefoot. Isa’s thighs were capable of making me beg like a dog that hadn’t eaten in weeks. Her best feature, in my opinion, was her plump little pussy, with labia made for sucking and a little clit that was always ready for its curtain call. So, yeah, Isa was hot but the reason she inspired animal lust in everyone she met was something almost mystical. Isa was literally a sex magnet if such a thing exists. When she walked into the living room, bottomless, she sauntered over to the sofa, straddled me, and shoved her pussy into my mouth. Isa knew that I was incapable of resisting her plump muff dumpling, so I eagerly went to work, sucking on her thick labia and treating that fleshy piece of art like I owned it. When I stuck out my tongue, Isa pressed her hips into my face and twerked like she was a backup dancer in a Nicki Manaj video. She cried out a series of expletives as she came on my face, her juices running down my neck and chest like clamdangle dam had been breached. Isa jumped on my cock, letting it slide all the way into her squish mitten. Then she remained totally still, flexing her muff muscles, using her pussy to massage my man-hammer.“Nick, you eat pussy better than anyone I’ve ever been with, girl or boy.”Skeptical, I responded, “Hmmm… I feel like you’re buttering me up for some reason.”“No, it’s true. I’ve never cum so fast from being eaten out. Your tongue is magic.”Isa began flexing her pussy muscles faster. She leaned in and whispered, “Nick, I really want to have a party. I promise it will be small.” She said it like a little girl pleading to go to Disneyland.Under her spell, all I could muster was, “This isn’t fair at all.”“It’s not fair that you won’t let me have a party. It will be fun!”Isa began wiggling her hips back and forth and continued, “If you let me throw my party, I will let you cum in my pussy.”“And if I don’t?”“Well, I guess I’ll just have to go back to bed.”Isa began grinding her hips against mine, pleading, “Don’t you want to cum in my pussy?”Later that day, I was helping my girlfriend pick out decorations at Party City.Two weeks later, we were making final preparations for the party mere minutes before the first guests were about to arrive. How it can take so long to decorate a one-bedroom apartment is beyond my comprehension. Isa was wearing a tiny black party dress with thigh-high stockings, which were my recommendation. Her long curly red hair spilled onto her bare shoulders and the toes on her tiny bare feet were painted blue. I thought Isa’s tits were going to spill out at any moment and I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes from following Isa’s ample cleavage. Just as we were setting out food trays there was a knock at the door. The first to arrive was Daisy, a friend of mine from high school, who was likely one of three people I would know at the party. Daisy was wearing a cute blue dress that highlighted her tall frame. For a while in high school, I had a crush on Daisy because, at just over six feet tall, she was the tallest girl I knew. Plus, she was toned and tan, with bursa escort a flat firm tummy that was always on display in gym class.Within minutes, a half dozen more people arrived, all friends of Isa’s. One was noticeably older than everyone else. Isa introduced her as Bonnie, the bartender where she worked. Bonnie was around thirty-three years old and dressed in a slutty outfit that was little more than a bikini and high heels. Her legs were outrageously, long, toned, and sexy, probably from working the bar, and she wasn’t afraid to show them off.Another partygoer of note was Macy, who was accompanied by her boyfriend Stuart. I’d met Macy once before at another party before I met Isa, so it was a surprise to see her again. Apparently, Isa and Macy were also coworkers. Seeing Macy was a welcome surprise because Macy was an elegant beauty dressed in a low-cut blouse that showed off what are undoubtedly the most magnificent sweater stuffers I’ve ever seen. Isa caught me staring at Macy’s cleavage and pinched my ass. An hour later, just as I predicted, the apartment was wall-to-wall with people. I didn’t know most of them but they all seemed cool and everyone was having a good time. Isa was in her own personal heaven, being the hostess that everyone fawned over. I caught at least two guys trying to peek under her skirt when she bent over, but who could blame them? I even caught Bonnie Bartender giving my girlfriend the eye but, as I said, Isa was a sex magnet.While Single Ladies was playing, someone passed around some party favors but I abstained because I was the co-host and I knew that Isa wouldn’t be able to resist. In other words, I wanted to make sure the cops didn’t get called, even though it was unlikely since our neighbor Dave was making out with a skinny brunette in the kitchen. The party remained fun and nobody got too out of control. One party girl decided to get totally naked on the dance floor but I was the only person that seemed to notice. There was also plenty of touching, kissing, and massaging. While passing out some bottles of water, I noticed Isa dancing close to Macy, whose boyfriend decided to leave early because he had to work the next day. I stopped to watch because the two of them running their hands all over each other’s bodies was something not to be missed. When Macy leaned in and kissed my girlfriend full on the lips, my cock immediately got harder than watching an Ariana Grande video without jerking off. Eventually, people started filtering out of the apartment. By four in the morning, there were only a handful of partygoers left, all sitting on our big sectional sofa, passing around a joint. I finished tidying up and sat down with the group. On my right was Isa, who immediately cuddled up next to me. To my left were Macy and Bonnie. Just across from me was my old crush Daisy and a girl named Tina, who neither Isa nor I had met before the party. Tina was celebrating her 19th birthday and was a bit messy in her pink party dress.It was obvious that everyone was still feeling good because they were taking turns massaging one another. I was lucky enough to get a neck and shoulder massage from my girlfriend immediately followed by a massage from Daisy while Bonnie massaged Isa. The conversation twisted and turned as everyone was quite talkative. At one point, someone started talking about oral sex, and Macy began sharing secrets about her boyfriend.“Stuart is a bit of a dud sometimes, but he is the world champion of eating pussy.”Isa, who was still getting a shoulder massage from Bonnie, felt compelled to chime in, “I take exception to that comment.”I knew what Isa was she was going to say before she said it. Pointing at me, she said, “Nick is the world champion of eating pussy. He makes me cum way quicker than anyone else ever has.”Even though I was a bit embarrassed, I was flattered. Suddenly, everyone was sharing their opinions about eating pussy. I merely listened, enjoying every minute of listening to four hot women discuss how they liked to have their flesh bagels devoured.For the most part, Daisy had been quiet, and she seemed a little embarrassed. Then she blurted out, “I’ve never been eaten out.”There was momentary stunned silence. Everyone just looked at this tall goddess bursa escort bayan with a perfectly toned body and wondered how it was possible that nobody had ever played their mouth organ inside her vaginal venue.Daisy continued, “Well… In all truth, it’s because I’ve never let anybody eat me out” She paused, glancing around nervously. “I’m embarrassed about my pussy.”Daisy went on to explain that she had a really big labia and was afraid to ask anyone to eat her out. Apparently, the first boy she had sex with said something about “baloney flaps,” and she took it personally.Isa said, “I’m sure your pussy is beautiful. Show it to us.”Daisy immediately looked in my direction, which made sense since I was the only male in the room. Isa said, “Don’t mind Nick, he’s seen pussy before.”Daisy, obviously not in her normal state of mind, immediately lifted her blue dress, spread her legs, and pulled her panties to the side. Everyone’s eyes immediately darted to her pink pleasure grotto. Daisy’s worries were entirely unfounded because her slobber pocket was a masterpiece. Her labia were undoubtedly in the top percentile for size, but the whole kitten to-doodle was perfect in every conceivable way. The sight of Daisy’s plush penis pouch made my imagination run wild. It was easy to visualize getting lost in the many folds and creases of her bodacious bajingo bounty. My mouth started to water at the mental image of dining on such a succulent feast.Isa turned to me with a smirk on her face and said, “What do you think Nick? You’re the only man here. Tell Daisy what you think of her vag.”Being a straightforward kind of guy, I said, “Well, obviously Isa’s pussy is my favorite pussy, but Daisy, any man that wouldn’t come to dinner between your legs and stay for dessert is a damn fool.”My comment caused everyone to laugh hysterically, even Daisy, who hadn’t bothered to pull her dress back down. In fact, she was looking down at her own pussy, perhaps fondly for the first time. Isa wasn’t done. She saw me staring at Daisy’s glory box and asked, “Would you eat it?”Everyone’s eyes, even Daisy’s, were pointed directly at me. I turned to Isa and said, “What? Do you mean right now?”I was joking (not joking) and everyone laughed again but the question seemed to hang in the air. Isa seemed to be thinking. She turned to Daisy and said, “What do you think Daisy? Did that make your pussy tingle?”Daisy giggled and closed her legs, darting her eyes between Isa and me. Macy chimed in with, “It did! I know that look!”Bonnie laughed and said, “If anyone’s getting their pussy eaten tonight, we should all get our pussy eaten.”Even Tina, who hadn’t said much, decided to raise her cup and say, “I’ll drink to that! It’s my birthday!”Isa raised one eyebrow, looked at me, and said, “I have an idea!”For a moment I thought she was going to tell me to lick Daisy’s bonanjo on the sofa, right in front of everyone. Which I would have totally done and been a better man for it. What my girlfriend actually said was far crazier.“Nick, you go into the bedroom and sit on the chair. I’m going to send everyone in one by one and you are going to eat their pussy…”Isa turned to Macy and continued, “… and if he makes you cum faster than your boyfriend, then we crown Nick the world champion pussy eater, but everyone still gets a vote.”Isa was very proud of herself. All of the girls just looked at each other for a few seconds, then they all turned to me. I glanced around at all of the girls one by one and shrugged in agreement. Bonnie Bartender broke the silence with a lift of her hand and a simple, “I’m in.”I was fully aware that everyone was pretty lit up but I also knew that Isa understood that there was nothing in the world I loved more than dining on a plateful of clamchops. If the girls didn’t get cold feet, there was no doubt in my mind I would see this endeavor through to its glorious conclusion. Win or lose, I could only win.When everyone nodded in agreement, I knew the game was afoot.Isa stood up and pulled me to my feet. Then she said to the girls, “Here are the rules – You go in, and you let Nick eat your pussy. Nothing else. No kissing and definitely no fucking. But you can touch each other. Nick, you can only use your mouth and fingers. No hands, escort bursa and definitely no cock. Does everyone understand the rules?”Everyone cheered in agreement, except Daisy, who shyly nodded. Her chest and neck were bright red, which immediately turned me on. As if I needed to be more turned on than I already was.Isa took me to the bedroom, lit a few candles, put on some tunes, and set me on the chair. Then she kissed me and said, “Thanks for the special evening, babe. Have fun. And don’t let me down.”The bartenderWhen Isa walked out of the room, she closed the door behind her. I could hear muffled voices in the living room but couldn’t make out what they were saying. There was quite a bit of giggling and then cheering. Moments later, Bartender Bonnie walked through the door. Bonnie was a no-nonsense kind of gal and the oldest woman I’d been with at the time but she was sexy in a pornstar kind of way. As she slid her bottoms off, Bonnie smiled and said, “Aren’t you the luckiest motherfucker on the planet? I haven’t had my pussy eaten in months but I know what I like and I’m not afraid to tell you. So you should get off to a good start, Nick.”Bonnie laid down on the bed, heels and skimpy top still on. She spread her legs apart, which was my cue to get busy.I’m seriously competitive and knew I would have to bring my PE-Game because getting every one of these fine ladies to the promised land could take a while. After getting comfortable between Bonnie’s legs, I took a moment to study her cunny and put together a menu. She was waxed with a little tuft of black hair above the hood. Her slit was neat and trimmed, with barely any labia visible. Her clit, which was larger than most, was already standing at attention. Probably all the massaging and making out, I thought to myself. Considering Bonnie’s style of dress and directness, her swollen clit seemed like the right place to start. I mean, everyone knows you don’t order a cosmo at your local dive bar.I wasn’t wrong. Without lifting her head, Bonnie said, “My clit is already on fire. Gently flick it with your tongue.”As I leaned in, the smell of Bonnie’s fun factory reminded me of Spencer’s Gifts in the mall. Using the tip of my tongue, I did as Bonnie commanded and gently tapped her swollen clit. “Good boy,” she purred. “Just like that.”In less than a minute, Bonnie was already thrusting her hips in response to the taps. Her long, toned legs on either side of my face were a sight to behold. I felt like an alcoholic finding out it’s Happy Hour.Bonnie propped herself up with some pillows so she could watch the show. She said, “I could tell you liked Daisy’s pussy but what do you think about mine?”“Perfect in every way,“ I said, “Like a high-end double malt scotch.” Bonnie’s body shuddered. She purred as I stared into her eyes, my tongue still tapping her clit. “Now suck on my clit… firmly.”With puckered lips, I pressed against Bonnie’s hard clit and sucked it like a lime after doing a shot of tequila. In response, she ran her fingers through my hair and let out a long, “Fuuuuuuuck!”When her hips started bucking erratically, I assumed that Bonnie truly was quick to orgasm. Bonnie flashed an evil grin and said, “You are such a handsome boy.”I answered, “And you have a beautiful pussy.”The words made Bonnie throw her head back and moan loud enough that I was sure the other girls could hear in the living room. Ready to close the deal, I said, “Is it okay if I stick my tongue inside you and fuck you with it?”“Yes!”Using two fingers, I spread Bonnie’s pussy open and stuck my tongue as far as it would go inside her hot pocket. With every thrust of my head, my nose tapped her clit. Bonnie started moving her hips in time to my tongue thrusts.Warm juices filled Bonnie’s cunt and spilled into my mouth. There was barely any taste – like a really good vodka. As her orgasm radiated from her pussy throughout the rest of her body, Bonnie lifted her legs bent at the knees, which allowed me to plunge my tongue even deeper into her mommy cave. My extra effort caused Bonnie to reach another crescendo.Watching Bonnie cum was hot as fuck. My cock felt like it was going to bust through my pants. It was obvious by the way that Bonnie was looking at me that she wanted to feel my trouser snake in her lady cave but I had plenty of work ahead of me and a promise to keep. Covered in glistening sweat, Bonnie sat up and said, “Fuck, Nick, I always cum fast but I don’t recall ever having back-to-back orgasms. You have my vote.”

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