Nikki's Cummin' Out Party - An Erotic Tale...

Nikki's Cummin' Out Party - An Erotic Tale...

For several months, my new found love had been taking a fair amount of good-natured ribbing from his friends about the new lady in his life, me. From what Wesley said, as far as his buddies knew, I was nothing more than an air-head aerobics instructor he had met at the Y, whose best qualification was that of being a great fuck. Little did they know, but this twenty-eight year-old was actually the junior partner in one of the largest CPA firms in the area who happened to find leading an exercise class three evenings a week to be the best way to keep in shape. To set them straight, Wesley and I planned a little party to "introduce" me.

The weather on this particular Saturday could not have been more ideal: temperature in the low eighties, clear blue skies, plenty of sunshine and low humidity. As planned, I made my grand entrance by arriving at Wesley's place about twenty minutes later than the rest of the guests, driving my little brother's black Jeep Wrangler. As I turned into his driveway, I reached down and hiked-up the hem of my green mini-dress (well past mid-thigh), to give his buddies sitting on the front porch, a perfectly unobstructed view of my well-toned, nicely-tanned legs.

It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud at all the dirty comments and catty whispers of Wesley's good friends and their wives as I deliberately fumbled with the seatbelt.

Then to really set things off, I strutted my ass over to my baby and treated him to the wettest kiss imaginable. The moment was priceless! Especially when Wesley's best friend Calvin got dapped up by another of Wes' friends after he whispered that I could fuck him silly anytime I wanted. He made sure to say it loud enough for me to hear and out of his wife's earshot.

With our set-up complete – everyone convinced that I was the ultimate brainless bimbo – it was time to turn the tables on Wesley's unsuspecting friends. First, was poor Calvin.

"Calvin, I'd like you to meet Nikki Scott." Wesley said.

"My pleasure." he said.

I offered my hand for him to shake. Calvin took my hand and held it, to his wife, Stephanie's, obvious displeasure.

"Nikki Scott." he repeated, "That name is familiar."

"It should be." I said, in my sexiest voice, "We've got a date to see each other next week."

Stephanie's face flushed with anger.

Calvin immediately released my hand.

"Relax Stephanie." Wesley said, "Its not what you think."

"That's right." I said, my tone turning to that of the professional woman my baby Wes had come to know and love, "My firm has the contract to audit The Washington Herald and next Tuesday we will be reviewing the expense accounts of Calvin's investigative reporting group..."

And so it went. First the come on, then the slam. Priceless! Although several of the wives absolutely refused to believe I was a junior partner at my firm, my *ahem* quick wit and (obvious) intelligence easily won everyone over.

Anyway, by the time the party began to break up, it was pretty much unanimous that I was the perfect match for Wesley – both intellectually and otherwise. In fact, a couple of his friends actually apologized for the comments they had made about me being nothing more than the casual plaything. But as for Calvin, as he was leaving, he quietly whispered to me that I could still: "Fuck him silly anytime I wanted." But then quickly added, "As long as Stephanie and Wes never find out." You should have seen him blush when I whispered back: "Be careful what you ask for. You might just get it!"

Oh well.

By the time everything was cleaned up and the last remnants of the party were put away, the most glorious sunset imaginable was beginning to unfold across the sky. Wesley and I moved out on to the deck to enjoy it. For a long while we just stood there hand-in-hand staring off into the distance.

"The perfect ending to a perfect day." I said.

Wesley took me in his arms and stared into my eyes. "Who says the day's over?"

I smiled my most wicked smile, then treated him to a sensual kiss. "I was hoping you weren't planning to send me home all HOT . . . WET . . . and HORNY!"

Wesley's hands drifted down to my ass. Slowly he worked the hem of my dress up to my waist. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. We began kissing again, savoring the taste of one another. Teasingly, he traced the path followed by my bright-red thong-panties. I squeezed my thighs tightly together, denying him access to my pussy.

"Not yet." I said, "There's something I need to do first."

"What could be so important?!"

"This."

Before Wesley knew what was happening, I had backed him into the house, and up against the dining room table. "Just relax...and enjoy." Seductively, I tugged down the zipper of his jeans. I then slipped my hand inside and grabbed his dick, freeing it from its denim prison. Slowly, I settled to my knees. My grip tightened. Without warning, I began to jerk him off. Then, once more without warning, I stopped. I pressed my lips past the head of his dick and began to take him deep into my mouth. My tongue was everywhere. It slid nonstop up and down his entire length as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

My lips did their sensual dance with the head of his dick. With the palm of my hand, I pinned his shaft upward, against his belt buckle. Using only my tongue, I freed his now-heavy balls.
One by one, I took them in my mouth and sucked. My tongue rolled them back and forth. Again, I began squeezing his dick in my hand. Keeping his balls in my mouth, I began jerking him off again. Faster. Harder. My hand was a blur as he began to moan. I released his balls and began devouring his dick. Wesley was on the edge. I knew it. I curled my tongue around his dick and began bobbing up and down his thickening shaft. It was more than he could take. His dick exploded, shooting his load to the back of my awaiting throat. Hungrily, I swallowed every drop of him without hesitation.

"When you've recovered," I said, licking the last of his cum from my lips, "I'll be waiting upstairs..."

It took Wesley a good ten minutes to recover sufficiently enough to climb the stairs to the master bedroom. *What can I say? I'm a BAD BITCH! Hmph!* When he stepped inside, I was waiting – still dressed – stretched out in the middle of the bed, with the most erotic soundtrack playing in the background.

"Strip for me." I said.

This was a first for Wesley, but after the phenomenal head he'd just received, how could he possibly refuse? So strip he did. His act was nothing that would have him headlining a male review, but his appreciative audience of one hung on his every move.

"Very nice." I said, once my baby was completely naked, "Now, its MY turn."

Wesley stood there a bit confused as I slithered from the bed and began my own performance, one that I'd been practicing all week. Admittedly, I was nervous. Too nervous, looking back at it. I hurried. In what seemed like an instant, I was wearing nothing but my heels. I was angry with myself. I'd planned this so well!

I quickly regained my composure. He hadn't noticed my frantic pace at all and was enjoying himself immensely.

I clasped my hands above my head and set my breasts swaying seductively. Wesley just stood there. Staring. Slowly, I sauntered over to him. I dropped my arms around his neck as we shared another kiss. Wesley slipped his arms around my waist, lifted me off my feet, carried me to the bed and ever so gently laid me down.

"Time to return the favor." he said.

I scooted back onto the pillows. Wesley crawled between my legs and forced them slowly apart. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, imagining all the perfectly naughty thoughts that had to be running through Wesley's head. His warm breath made my pussy tingle. I could feel my outer lips getting full, my juices seeping out. Gently, Wesley peeled my pussy lips apart. God was I ready! Suddenly, almost forcefully, Wesley pressed two fingers past my hungry pussy lips and coated them with my honey. Slowly, he traced the folds of my outer lips upward to my hard little clit. Using only his fingertips, he stroked my clit, pushing back its hood. I tried to squirm away from his electrify touch, but had nowhere to go. All I could do was moan out my delight.

With his two pre-cum coated fingers, Wesley held me open and proceeded to run his oh so talented tongue along the folds of my pussy's lips. Hungrily, he pressed his mouth tight against me and began to tongue-fuck my defenseless little pussy. His tongue was like a piston, moving in and out. Purposely, he avoided my hard little clit. It was agony! Instinctively, I took things in my own hand and began to frantically stroke my clit. Playfully, Wesley nipped at my fingers, until I reluctantly pulled them away.

"Oh God Wes! Make me cum please!" I pleaded

Wesley began to lick hard, pressing up against my clit. My legs began to shudder. He took my clit into his mouth and started to suck. This motherfucker was incredible! The harder he sucked, the more my legs shook. I was lost in orgasmic bliss. My head was spinning. All I could hear was the echo of these primal sounds filling the air. I remember wondering: Where are they coming from? Then I remember realizing: They're cumming from me!

I heard myself cry out.

"Yes! Yes! OH GOOD GOD YES!"

For what seemed like an hour, I kept cumming, as Wesley kept sucking. Finally, my orgasm began to subside. As it did, Wesley crawled up along side of me and pressed his lips to mine. I welcomed his kiss and as soon as I did I could taste my own juices on his tongue. Delectable.

"Ready for more?" Wesley asked.

"Always."

"Then get those legs up!"

Obediently, I spread my legs wide and raised them over my head. Wesley knelt before me and took hold of my ankles, spreading me even wider as he raised my ass off the bed. In one quick thrust he entered my tight wet pussy. With wild abandon, he began to fuck me...fuck me hard. There was no question, we were both like animals in heat. All that mattered was getting off.

He took me hard and fast. His hips and balls slammed against my ass. With each thrust, the slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air.

Each thrust brought another cry of pleasure from my lips.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!"

In one quick motion Wesley brought my legs together and hugged them tightly to his chest. My pussy squeezed tightly around his dick. It was fabulous! Slowly, my baby began fucking me, this time with a rhythm designed to make us both last forever. It was incredible! With each thrust, Wesley nudged the head of his dick deeper into my pussy. I kept drawing my legs (and him) closer to my chest.

This new position was truly a test of Wesley's flexibility. Bent forward at the waist, his weight still resting on his knees, mine against his thighs, Wesley's ability to deliver his thrusts with any degree of force or speed was unquestionably limited.

"What's the matter lover?" I teased, "In too deep?"

"You tell me."

"Not deep enough."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely! That beautiful big dick of yours has a long way to go before it hits bottom."

"We can't have that, now can we?"

"Not if you want to make me cum all over that dick..."

"Then get on your knees. I know the perfect way to fill up that sweet little pussy of yours."

Since I knew exactly what Wesley had in mind, it didn't take me very long to free myself from my lover's hold and get into position for the deep-fuck I so desperately needed.

"Okay, babe." Wesley said, "Put your weight on your forearms."

I gave my ass a little wiggle and dropped down so that my right cheek was resting against the mattress. Wesley moved in behind and slipped his thick dick into hungry pussy. He then placed his hands on my shoulder blades and pressed down.

"Let me know if I go too deep."

"Don't worry. I will."

Wesley drew all but the head of his dick from my pussy, then slowly pushed in until his pelvis was pressed firmly against my phat ass.

"Yessssssss!" I hissed.

That was all Wesley needed to hear. Like a man possessed, he began fucking me for all he was worth. Each thrust was quick and deep. His thick, glorious dick stretched me to the limits and pushed me closer and closer to the edge with each deliciously smooth stroke.

His heavy balls swayed side to side and front to back, dancing off my thighs and the mound of my pussy. It was absolutely incredible! There I was: soaked in sweat; my supersensitive nipples rubbing the soft cotton of the bedsheet with every bump and grind of my lover's hips.

Wesley kept up his pace.

Harder.

Deeper.

After what seemed a near eternity, he let out a low grunt and buried himself deep in my pussy.

That was all I needed. As soon as his white-hot cum hit the back of my pussy, I began to cum...and cum...and cum!

The next morning I awoke to the most gentle spoon-fuck imaginable. Though I'm not sure how, Wesley had managed to roll me on my left side, push my right leg tight to my chest and slip his most wonderful dick inside me from behind.

"Good morning my dear." he said without missing a beat, "Hope I didn't wake you."

"Baby," I said, "you can wake me like this anytime you like!"

Three months later we were married. And since that day, I've lost count of how many times I've started my day with that fabulous fuck of a wake-up call! Hmph!