Misc. Erotica Cum Drops Keep Falling on My Head

During my junior year at college, I'd transferred to a smaller State University. The one nice thing about living in a small town, attending a smaller school, it seems that everyone is far friendlier. The only problem I had was in locating a place to live for one, and for another, being able to afford it.

After spending several days hunting for a place, I finally found one. But again, the price was just a little beyond my means in being affordable. Solution: "Advertise for a roommate!"

I had enough to cover the first months rent by myself, so I moved in with the hopes that I'd be able to quickly locate a roommate to split expenses with. Placing an add in the local newspaper, I wasn't surprised when I got knock on my door the very next day. Not having a phone yet, I'd indicated that prospects would have to apply in person. I was surprised however when the very first person to knock on my door inquiring about the apartment was a rather attractive looking female. I hadn't indicated I was looking for a male roommate, truth was, I hadn't given it any thought. I'd simply assumed from anyone reading the add, they'd realize I was a 'guy', especially with a name like Darren Somers.

"Are you the one looking for a roommate?" she asked.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I mean she wasn't model material or anything like that, but she really was attractive. Her hair was reddish brown, long and fell perfectly over the slopes of two very prominently displayed breasts, both of which at the moment anyway, were accentuating two very erect nipples.

"Ah yeah, I am," I said stunned, still looking at her expecting to wake up from some wet dream I was seriously hoping I was really having. Her eyes were even more alluring, the most unusual color I had ever seen before. Almost violet in color it was hard not to drown in them as I stood there stupidly staring at her.

"You're surprised?"

"Ah, what? Excuse me?" I said, my thoughts finally gathering together. "Surprised?"

"Yes, that a woman would answer your add," she said smiling at me.

Oh, that smile, it was enough to make any man...or woman for that matter melt just standing there. It wasn't overly sexy, or even provocative. It was just pure unadulterated sensuality in its simplest form. "Yeah, guess I am a little," I responded, suddenly feeling a lot less sure of myself than I normally was. "I just didn't expect to see a woman actually answering the add. Truth is, I never even considered it as a possibility."

"So does that mean you aren't interested?"

Once again, I was hearing what I wanted to hear, and not what she was saying. "Wow...am I interested!" I thought. But we were obviously discussing two different topics here. "Ah, sure. You want to come in and see the place before you decide?" I offered.

She laughed. "Before I decide?" she said giggling as she brushed past me into the room.

I was still stunned, not even bothering to step out of the way as she let herself in. I felt the briefest, slightest contact with her breasts as she did. Whether she had done that knowingly or not, it didn't matter. At the moment, I was praying I'd picked up my underwear and hadn't left my latest copy of Hustler lying on the bed in my room.

"This is nice," I heard her say from just off the living room. She had stepped out onto the balcony. I had the top floor of a six-floor apartment.

"This isn't even the best one," I said grinning. "You should see the one off my bedroom..."

Realizing what I'd just said, or perhaps intimated to her, I stopped mid-sentence. She was looking at me with that same hypnotic smile again.

"Oh? Which one is your room?" she asked.

"Ah, down the hall, past the bathroom. There's only one of those," I added lamely. "Your room is across the hall from mine."

"My room?" she said smiling again. "Does it have a balcony too?"

"Sorry, no. But I guess we could switch..."

She grinned, "No, I wouldn't expect or want you to do that. Besides, we'll be roomies," she added. "And as roomies, I imagine I could share your balcony with you couldn't I?"

And just like that...I had a roommate.

"Ah, by the way. What's your name anyway?" I finally asked.

"Tanya, Tanya Hide."

"Excuse me?" There I was again, hearing what I wanted to hear, and not what I was supposed to.

She was laughing again. "I get that a lot. My last name really is Hide. I think my father thought it was funny when he named me. He was a 'good old boy' for one thing, grew up on a ranch, one of the old 'cowboy' types. Though mom always said he was born in the wrong century. To see him, you'd expect to have him drawing a pair of six-guns and wearing a Sheriffs badge on his vest to go along with the real-live handle-bar mustache he wears."

I wasn't having, or expecting to wake up from a wet dream anymore, this was now turning into a nightmare. The image of her father suddenly showing up at my door, a pair of pearl handled colts in each hand pointed directly at my crotch had deflated the erection I'd been trying to hide.

Tanya recognized the expression on my face. "Don't worry, Daddy wouldn't dare say or do anything. He's been fucking so much strange pussy, that should he ever try to make life tough on me, he'd find he'd finally bitten off more than he can chew."

Hearing Tanya's obvious relaxed vocabulary was refreshing. Already she was acting like my best buddy. And once again, I was thinking she'd be just that. A buddy...not a 'fuck' buddy as the earlier wet dream I'd been having had suggested. Maybe it was no longer a nightmare I was having, but now it was one of those dreams you wake up in the middle of just when things start to get good.

"Ah, before you make your decision, there's a few things you should probably know about me," I told her. Hell, in my mind, I was taking a major risk here. I could be fucking up the best situation any guy could find himself in. But it was that, laying my cards out on the table, or shocking the shit out of her once she'd moved in, only to watch her packing up the next day, or worse...having to act like I was living at home again.

I took a deep breath screwing up my courage, when I spoke however, I sounded a bit like 'Donald Duck' just having inhaled half a balloon full of helium.

"I like to lay around the apartment nude!" I exclaimed in my best Donald Duck imitation, which frankly, I'd never managed to do before.

"Oh? Good! Me too!" was all she said, sounding a little like Daisy, to which I of course, briefly wondered if she was making fun of me. "So, I can have the room then?" she asked seriously, sounding like herself.

I coughed, cleared my throat to speak, and nodded my head instead. "Better to be safe than sorry," I thought, though I'd managed to think that speaking like a duck too.

But, just like that, I had a roommie AND a wet dream all rolled up into one.

As it was the weekend, Tanya began moving in the following morning. As she had a truck, it took very little time to move everything into the apartment. Having a service elevator certainly helped, but the fact that she had very little furniture made it even easier. Her bed consisted of a giant blow-up mattress, which she preferred sleeping on anyway, and one or two pieces of bedroom furniture, the largest of which was a dresser drawer. By noon, we'd moved everything she owned into the apartment.

"Well, that was certainly a lot easier than I'd anticipated," I told her.

"I've learned, especially as I've moved around a lot these past couple of years. It's a lot easier not to have a lot of furniture to have to worry about. Especially the bed," she giggled.

Her statement made me curious. "Why have you moved around so much?" I had to ask.

For the first time since we'd met, I actually saw her blush. "I like to party, but I tend to get a little crazy when I do," she confided. "A few people haven't appreciated that, I think, seeing a side of me they didn't know existed when I have let my hair down. Does that worry you?" she asked concernedly.

"Who? Me? Not hardly," I replied, suddenly worried. "What had I gotten myself into?" I wondered. She really was too good to be true. And maybe that was the problem. I'd learned a long time ago that if something seemed better than it should be, usually there was an underlying reason behind that. And I found myself thinking along those very lines as Tanya made herself to home inside our apartment.

I had very little in the refrigerator aside from a loaf of bread, baloney, and a carton of milk that I wasn't any too sure of. Having gone into my room to change out of my semi-sweaty clothes, I'd decided it might be a good idea to make a trip to the store for a few groceries. I'd changed into one of my favorite football jerseys, cut-off Levis and sandals. I was a little surprised to see her comfortably sitting in my favorite armchair, one leg thrown over one of the arms. Though she was wearing a pair of shorts, sitting there spread eagled as she was, as I stood in front of her momentarily, it was obvious that was all she was wearing. Only then did I glance away from her nearly exposed crotch to discover she was leafing through my Hustler magazine.

"Hope you don't mind," she began. "I love looking at these. It's kind of nice seeing real people posing in these for a change."

"Oh, not at all. Help yourself, anytime," I replied a bit embarrassed that she was actually looking at my magazine, though why I felt that way I had no idea, especially as it certainly didn't appear to bother her.

Glancing up finally, she nearly caught me as I continued staring at her crotch. I'd already caught a hint of what appeared to be long thing wisps of her pubic hair that appeared almost as though she'd combed it.

"Hey! I love football jerseys!" she said out of nowhere. "I used to have one, but my ex-boyfriend stole it from me."

"Well, anytime you want to wear it, just ask," I said feeling friendly, if not somewhat guilty at having stood there trying to sneak as much of a peek as it was possible for me to get away with.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Ok, I'm asking now then. Let me wear it?"

I really did need to schedule an appointment to have my ears checked. I could have sworn she was asking me to take it off so she could wear it now.

"Well?" Tanya suddenly reached down, pulling the tank top she'd been wearing up and over her head. Seconds later she was sitting there, her luscious breasts that I'd already secretly masturbated while fantasizing about, were sitting there staring at me. All she needed was an oversized pair of glasses with eyebrows and a funny looking nose to sit over the top of them to complete the picture I had suddenly formed inside my head as I gazed in a stupor at her exposed breasts.

"Well? You gonna let me or not?"

I wanted to. But now I had a new problem to deal with. My jersey was currently covering the erection I'd allowed myself to have while standing there staring at that soft patch of pussy hair I'd been admiring. And now, she'd gone and upped the 'ante' by exposing a pair that beat my "one of a kind", I thought abstractly.

"Ok, sure," I said, turning slightly as though struggling with the jersey in taking it off, slamming one hand down in front of my Levi's in a last-ditch effort to attempt to readjust myself so that the 'obvious', wouldn't be.

"Hey! You've got a woody!" she exclaimed happily. "I give that to you?" she asked.

"Fuck me!" I said silently. "Ah yeah, guess you did. You really do have nice tits," I said. "Shit!" I thought a millisecond later. "You could have said breasts, even boobs would have sounded better. But no numb-nuts...you had to say tits didn't you?" I asked myself.

Tanya laughed. "I like you. Not many guys I know call em 'tits' anymore, not to a woman's face anyway. Always behind our backs usually. And thank you. I'm rather proud of them myself."

"I can see that," I said silently, still carrying on a one-sided conversation with myself. "Well, they are...pretty." I finished.

Tanya frowned. "Don't go backwards on me Darren. Pretty tits don't fit together as well. Sexy tits, hot tits, even fucking nice tits are good. But if you insist on calling them pretty, then go back to calling them breasts, or boobs. But personally, I like the word tits, its cute. Just don't call them pretty at the same time."

I threw her my shirt.

"Ah, listen...I'm going to the store to pick up a few things. You need anything?" I asked.

"Matter of fact, I just started my 'monthlies' this morning. Would you mind picking me up some 'Tampax'?"

I heard her perfectly this time. I just didn't know what to say, or how to say it even if I did. I know my mouth was open, though nothing was coming out of it. Tanya burst out laughing.

"I'm just kidding silly. But the look on your face was priceless, not to mention the fact you no longer have a hard-on any more either," she added.

Only then did I realize, I didn't.

"You like Italian?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Ah yes, sure."

"Then pick us up some spaghetti, some sauce...." Tanya looked up towards me, "you want me to write this all down for you? I really do make a killer pasta."

"Maybe you'd better," I said sitting down, suddenly feeling rather exhausted. Tanya was certainly one thing, and that was totally unpredictable. Having her for a roommate was going to be an interesting experience.

"You know what I'd like to do later? After dinner?" she asked.

"No? What?" Images of being tied to a bed, handcuffed, blindfolded suddenly came to mind.

"Sit outside on your balcony," she emphasized saying, "after its dark, share some wine, and let the cool night air wash over our nude bodies," she added. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"How much wine?" I asked, "And what kind do you prefer?" I smiled asking. "And what about the handcuffs?" I silently asked myself while looking at her, looking at the larger than life '69' on the jersey she was wearing as her tits sat there pressing against it.

Dinner was even better than I had imagined. Tanya had insisted we dress formally for our first nights dinner together. She wore pearls. I wore a tie. That was all we wore however.

I'd splurged, purchasing a couple of bottles of a nice 'earthy' Merlot. We'd polished the first off during dinner, which we'd eaten by candlelight, the only source of lighting in the entire apartment. I stood uncorking the second bottle of wine when Tanya took our now empty glasses outside to the porch. Obviously, she hadn't been kidding about that either.

"You coming?" she inquired.

I had a come back for that, but I let it pass. "On my way," I said instead.

Tanya was sitting in the only lounge chair I had. Which was fine, except it placed my 'dangling' participle about eye level with her as she held up our two empty wine glasses for me to refill.

After pouring, I sat the bottle down on the little table next to the chair she was sitting in. With nowhere to go, I wandered over to the railing, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. Which was hard to do with her sitting there all sexy and naked.

"Nice fucking tits," I thought as I walked over to the rail looking down.

Below, the rather large sized open aired hot tub sat looking lonely. Visions of Tanya and I soaking, playing in it together immediately came to mind. The soft blue lighting of the water looked inviting enough, but the fact there was no one else around at the moment was an opportunity that would rarely, if ever come again. I had learned from 'Jeff' our landlord, who was also a senior attending the same college that most everyone else who lived in the apartments where, was away for holiday. With the next semester starting in just over a week, most would soon be returning.

"What are you thinking about?"

I sensed rather than saw as Tanya stood, moving over to stand next to me looking down at the romantically lit hot-tub.

"Just wondering when we'll meet the rest of the tenants," I said truthfully.

Each floor was its own apartment. So there were six units, though all except for Jeff and some guy he had called "The Geek", there were a total of ten people actually living here. In the second floor apartment lived two women, one of which Jeff had said was "pretty wild". I smiled inwardly upon hearing that, wondering if she'd be any match for Tanya. The 'Geek' lived on the floor above them, with another pair of guys sharing the forth floor. A married couple, attending college together lived on the floor just below us, also home for a visit according to Jeff. As for Jeff himself, he'd landed this cozy little job watching over the place for the actual owner, which was nice as we could 'party' without getting into a whole lot of trouble.

"Yeah, I was wondering about that too," she said leaning over the rail. I watched as her breasts pressed against the railing, wishing it was me she was leaning against like that.

"How far away do you think the tub is from here?" she asked.

"Why? You're not thinking about jumping into it from here are you?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course not! Don't be silly!" she responded. "I was just wondering about something is all!"

"What?"

"You really want to know?"

I did, and I didn't. "Yes, I do."

"Be careful what you ask for," she said smiling in that way that could melt steel.

I was very aware of that fact, but I asked her again anyway. "Tell me, what is it you were thinking about?"

Tanya laughed, and I felt the hair on the back of my head stand on end as though I were about to be struck by lightening.

"You ever measure how far you shoot when you cum?"

The truth was, I had. But I wasn't about to tell her that! "No! Why would you even ask such a question anyway?"

"Just curious, I was wondering if you could reach the sidewalk at least," she said leaning over the railing again as though trying to imagine it.

Curious, I leaned over looking down, judging the distance in my mind. "I dunno, maybe," I said stupidly. "Why would you even wonder about something like that?" I asked.

She was grinning, wickedly.

"Ah oh, what are you up to Tanya?"

"Wanna play a game?"

"A game?"

"Yeah, it's called if you win, you can do anything you want to me. If I win, I get to do anything I want to you."

I didn't see a way to lose here actually. Which was what was wrong of course. "What kind of game are you thinking about?" I asked tentatively, already wishing I hadn't asked.

"A naughty game. You do like naughty don't you?"

Just the way she said the word made me feel that way. The fact I'd begun to get an erection standing there in front of her said that much. With no way to hide it, I let the 'naughty' feeling wash over me urging me on to accept whatever proposal she had in mind.

"Ok, why not?" I said giving in.

Tanya was beaming. Moving away from the railing to face me, her hand reached down clasping my rapidly hardening prick.

"How long do you think it will take you to jerk yourself off?" she asked.

"Not long," I said huskily.

Tanya winked. "Will this help things along?" Her hand on my cock, busily stroking it certainly was.

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned. "What are you planning on doing anyway?" I asked through clenched teeth as her hand drew me towards greater pleasures than I'd known in quite a while.

Once again she smiled that devilish smile of hers. I wanted to smear my orgasm all over those sweet luscious looking lips, deciding as I considered the thought that if I won, that's exactly what I was going to do.

"Let me know when you're getting close," she warned me. "I want to have enough time to get downstairs."

"Down there?" I questioned incredulously. "You're gonna go down and stand on the sidewalk?"

"Yep! Then, when you're ready to shoot...it will be your part of the game to see if you can hit me with your cum!"

"You're serious!"

"Very. Just don't take too long though, I'll be standing there in my birthday suit waiting for you."

"How the hell am I supposed to know if I do manage to get any on you?" I asked simply. I was already wondering if I had time to locate the small squirt gun I used to keep on my key-chain. I could lay it off to one side of my prick, pretending to cum and hopefully manage to aim it just enough so that she'd feel something.

Tanya giggled. "Ever seen cum beneath a black-light? It's really pretty cool, shows up all over the place!"

So much for that idea.

"I have one in my room, you can check me out yourself if you don't believe me, afterwards..." she said grinning that grin again. "It really is pretty wild."

"No shit!" I stated, wondering if she'd let me see her face beneath a black light if I won this little contest. Whoever the 'wild' woman was that lived below Jeff didn't stand a chance compared to Tanya.

All this dirty talk we'd been sharing had me closer to 'the moment' than I'd realized. "If we're really going to do this, you'd best get that cute ass of yours moving!" I told her.

Quick as a flash, Tanya left the balcony heading out the door of our apartment and down six flights of stairs.

It was late. As I glanced around towards our neighbors, I was glad to see that most if not all of the lights were off. Many of the neighboring houses held college students just like us. And even if any were home, up...or happened to spot Tanya standing down on the sidewalk naked, it wouldn't be found as being unusual, especially with a hot tub sitting right behind her. What would be considered unusual would be if anyone spotted me standing out on our balcony, pulling my pud.

It took a few minutes for her to reach the bottom, but finally she appeared, still nude as she reached the sidewalk looking up towards me. "Anytime!" she yelled up at me.

I wanted to duck behind the railing. There she was, naked as the day she was born yelling at me about as loudly as she could. If anyone was up, they'd soon be looking out their windows wondering who was making all the noise. I know that I would have had it been me.

"Shhh," I said looking everywhere around me.

"What?" she yelled up towards me even louder.

"Fuck, never mind!" I called down, feeling my erection suddenly dwindling.

"Hurry up!" Tanya called out a minute or so later. "What's taking you so long anyway?"

"I don't know if I can do this!" I yelled down, wincing at every syllable of sound my mouth made.

"Need some help?"

For a moment, I thought she was seriously considering running all the way upstairs again just to take matters in her own hand. Which wasn't such a bad idea, as maybe I could keep her there instead of continuing on with this rather bizarre idea of hers.

I nodded my head, forgetting it was dark.

"Well?"

"Yes!" I called down in exasperation. My cock was now as flaccid as a garden hose on a hot summers day. There was no way I was going to be shooting anything on anyone in the shape I was currently in.

Looking towards her, I half expected to see her leave. Instead, she began playing with her breasts, lifting one of them up to her lips in order to begin sucking on her nipple. Her other hand was down between her legs, and though I couldn't see what she was doing as clearly as I could see what she was still doing to her breast, the thought alone was enough.

"That help?"

Surprisingly, it did. In seconds my prick was rock hard again, and that old 'tingly' feeling I'd just started to feel a short time ago was making it's way back.

"Yeah, keep doing that!"

She did. I felt the first signs of orgasm approach as my balls tightened wonderfully. Cupping them with my free hand, I massaged them knowing full well from previous experience that in doing so; I'd produce a much larger volume of cream for one thing. And for another, it seemingly helped it making it squirt that much harder and further whenever I did that.

I peered over the railing one last time, 'aiming' my prick in her general direction, wondering if I should 'thrust' my cock when I came as though it might actually help give my flying sperm some sort of a send off.

"Here it cums!" I called down literally.

Tanya cupped both breasts pressing them together as though I was really going to be that lucky, especially at this distance.

I felt the first ejaculate race up my shaft, held it as long as I physically could, letting the pressure escalate, then felt it explode from the tip of my cock in a mind-numbing sensation of pleasure. Seeing my spunk spurt from the tip of my prick, disappearing a moment later into the darkness was pretty interesting. Even the second, third, and forth hard-felt explosions seemed to string out in a fairly good-sized spread, one of which I was now seriously hoping would land on her. As the final traces of my spending oozed out the head of my dick to trickle between my fingers rather than joining the initial hard squirts into the great unknown, I again looked down below me. Surprised when I saw that Tanya was no longer standing there.

"Shit!" I worriedly thought. "Maybe someone finally did wonder what the hell was going on and scared Tanya off."

I waited anxiously looking towards the open door of our apartment when I heard her footsteps running up the stairs, taking two at a time by the sounds of it. Moments later she appeared, standing in the doorway.

"Well?" I asked.

She walked towards me, smiling like all get out. As she drew closer to me, I saw a trace of glistening moisture spread along one side of her face.

"Really?" I asked.

"I'm all yours!" she responded. "So, what do you want me to do?" she asked obviously excited, and very willing to go along with whatever it was I had in mind.

"Well, first. You're gonna need to give me a few," I said sheepishly. "But secondly, where is it you said you have that black light of yours?"

Tanya was laughing. "Now you're getting into the spirit of things!" she exclaimed. "Go pour us some more wine and meet me in my room."

I immediately turned to fetch our wine glasses as I heard her singing a familiar tune, though the words were obviously different.

"Cum drops keep falling on my head..."

She was right about the black light. Not only was that an interesting experience, but she also happened to have one of those glow in the dark vibrators. If you've never had the opportunity to watch someone use one of those in the near total dark, you really should!

In a way, it was sort of like watching a magician perform a slight of hand trick. Only in this case, it was a slight of in and out a pussy trick. Which was fascinating as hell to watch.

Tanya truly was the most uninhibited woman I had ever met. It seemed like there wasn't anything too wild, or too erotic that she wasn't willing to at least try doing once, which included applying edible, phosphorescent paint to one another.

Lying beneath the black light on her bed, we poured, squirted, and smeared various colors all over one another. Even I had to admit, it was one of the wildest experiences I'd ever had. Seeing her pussy glowing vividly in reds, blues, greens, yellows and purples as I 'artistically' masturbated her with a variety of stroking colors was sensational. And, watching her transform my erection into a series of multi striped colors before mushing them altogether in an abstract smear not only felt great, but also looked extremely strange merely adding to the intensity of the pleasure she was giving me.

"You should see your face!" she laughed openly a while later. I'd just finished giving her a multiple series of orgasms with my tongue when I sat up. Handing me a mirror so I could see myself, I joined her laughing hysterically at my miss-mashed appearance.

"You look like one of the characters in a 'Bat Man' movie or something," Tanya told me still giggling.

"Hmm, how about, 'The Stroker!'" I said masturbating my still multi-colored prick.

"Or how about, "The Diddler!", Tanya said cracking herself up, spreading her quim apart with her hands, placing the mirror I'd been holding so she could take a look at the wide variety of colors currently displayed on her pussy-palate.

For hours we played, getting sillier and sillier by the moment. When sunlight finally began to filter in through my bedroom window, we decided it was time to shower and get a few hours sleep. Little did I realize just how little sleep I was going to actually get over the course of the next several days.

I'd gone over to the Laundromat to wash what few clothes I actually owned. Tanya had already mentioned to me that she was planning on catching some 'rays', and had asked Jeff if he had any problem with her lying out nude on a blanket out by the tub. I'd wondered why, even asking her why she simply didn't lay out on the balcony where there would at least be some privacy. To which she responded that it was much hotter out there than it would be down on the grass.

"And besides, if Jeff doesn't have a problem with it, why should you?" she asked.

I needed to learn, Tanya was Tanya, and I had laundry to do.

By the time I got back, the "girls" had returned. Wandering out onto the balcony, curious to see what was happening, I wasn't disappointed, though somewhat surprised. Tanya was there, still nude. But so were Jeff, and the "girls" who I'd later be introduced to as Debra and Nichole. They were all sharing Tanya's blanket, with Jeff having made a large pitcher of margaritas they were sharing.

I swear Tanya had a sixth sense, looking up towards me, waving at me, and then waving me down to join them. Why I felt a little jealous I don't know. But I did. I soon reached them, being quickly introduced to Debra and Nichole, then handed a nice cold perfectly made glass of margarita to sit down and enjoy.

If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn by the way the girls were talking, getting along, that they had known one another for years.

"I was just telling Tanya that we should have a party!" Nichole stated. Obviously, she was the 'wild' one Jeff had mentioned to me. With Tanya sitting there so uninhibitedly, it was only a matter of time, not to be outdone I assumed, that she mentioned the heat, and quickly removed her tee shirt. Having done that, she proved what I'd already guessed upon my arrival, and that was, she wasn't wearing a bra either.

Debra soon joined the two of them, so that moments later the three women were complimenting one another on the shape and size of each other's breasts. And though I found this conversation 'titillating', to say the least, I felt somewhat out of place just sitting there. I'd quickly finished my drink, declining a second and stood.

"I'd better get upstairs and put my laundry away," I stated as though it was the most important thing in the world that I had to do.

"What about the party?" Nichole asked.

"Sounds good, whenever you want to," I said turning to leave.

"How about tonight then?" I heard Tanya ask.

I turned to cast my vote against doing that, but by the sudden eruption of excitement by everyone else, I'd have been outvoted four to one. And besides, everyone was looking at me. I'd have felt stupid with no real good reason for saying no. I turned once again with a brief smile, hearing as I did an all too familiar tune being sung by Tanya while everyone else either whistled or hummed along.

"Cum drops keep falling on my head... And, just like the guy who's cocks too big...for my mouth, Doesn't seem to fit, Those...cum drops are falling on my head, they keep falling..."

I was laughing so hard by the time I reached the door; I was more than ready to party.

By the time I'd gotten out of the shower, Jeff, Debra and Nichole had already arrived. Tanya came into my bedroom wearing only the '69' jersey she'd borrowed, but to be honest about it, she looked far better in it than I did, especially with so much tantalizing bits of flesh peaking out through all that mesh material of the jersey.

"Come on you!" Tanya urged, "Everyone's waiting!"

"Waiting for what?"

"For you! We came up with another idea for a game!" she said excitedly.

"We? Or you?" I asked sarcastically.

Tanya lifted up the jersey, flashing me her 'tits'. "Play nice, or you won't get to see them the rest of the evening," she threatened teasingly.

Somehow, I didn't think that was even remotely possible. Walking behind her, eyeing that cute gorgeous tight ass, I was already in a much better mood by the time I entered the front room. Which was made even more so when I saw that both Debra and Nichole were wearing nothing more than the briefest bikini's I'd ever seen worn by any woman.

After several very stiff drinks, which I needed to bolster my courage and lower my inhibitions somewhat, especially being in front of another guy who I hardly even knew, things started to pick up.

"So Darren, you ready to play another game?" Tanya questioned with a look that said I'd best fasten my seatbelt.

"Yeah, I guess...what do you have in mind anyway?"

"Well, actually it was Nichole's idea," she said looking at her. "After I told her what we did last night, she came up with something similar."

"And?" I said, feeling like I'd just found myself standing out in the middle of a field full of land mines.

"Ever play 'Pin the tail on the Donkey' when you were a kid?" Nichole asked.

She really did have enormous boobs; they were practically spilling out of the miniscule top she was wearing.

"Yeah," I replied, deciding that one worded answers where about as good as I was prepared to give for the time being.

"Well, it's sort of like that," Nichole began. "We blindfold you..."

Once again I was envisioning handcuffs, blindfolds, being tied to the bed.

"Spin you around a few times, then you walk forward...dick or boobs pointing out. Whoever it touches, is the person you'll be with for the next fifteen minutes, in front of everyone!" Nichole finished, having explained the rules.

"Sounds like fun doesn't it?" Tanya said already removing her jersey. I knew the thing about not seeing her tits wouldn't hold.

"Ok, so...who goes first?"

"I've already put each one of our names in a hat," Tanya said holding up one of my ball caps. "Go ahead Darren, pick one."

I reached in, drew out a folded slip of paper and read, "Nichole."

While Jeff helped to blindfold her, everyone else took a position standing equally apart from one another. When it dawned on me that it wasn't just going to be between Jeff and I, I suddenly got a lot more enthusiastic about playing this particular game.

"Ok Jeff, spin her around a few times, and then everyone trade places one more time before she moves so there's no cheating going on," Tanya instructed him.

Watching Nichole spin around was fascinating enough. But after we'd all trades places with one another, watching her as she stepped sideways, almost crashing into the lamp before reaching out her hand and hitting Tanya squarely in the boob, told me I was about to experience what every one termed as every man's fantasy.

"Looks like we have a winner!" Debra exclaimed enthusiastically.

What I didn't know then, but would learn later was that both Debra and Nichole were bi-sexual. Living together as they were, they had a nice pleasurable relationship with one another, occasionally sharing and admitting a man here or there into their bed with them, so long as they both approved, and so long as it was never a behind the back sort of thing going on with either of them.

Tanya led Nichole over to the couch, laying down on it, spreading her legs with out any hesitation whatsoever.

"Lick my pussy baby!" Tanya told her wickedly.

For the next fifteen minutes, I stood there, my erection growing harder with each slip of the tongue inside Tanya's wet, glistening pussy.

Drawing again, I was disappointed when it was Jeff's turn. As the girls began to blind fold him, as well as remove the shorts he'd been wearing, I headed towards the kitchen to make myself a fresh drink.

"Hey! Just where do you think you're going?" Tanya asked.

"Ah, to get a drink?" I replied not catching on.

"Well hurry back, we can't start until you're back in the circle!"

I nearly dropped the glass I was holding. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, hurry up!"

"Listen Tanya, there's no way..."

If looks could kill.

"Darren? Don't be a spoilsport. Besides, there's only a one in four chance anyway."

"Yeah, but that's twenty five percent more than I think I'm ready to gamble on," I stated nervously.

I fixed myself a drink. A straight scotch, downing it. Minutes later I was dragged back into position while Tanya spun Jeff around and around several times. Quietly, she motioned for everyone to exchange places one more time. I stepped over one spot placing myself directly behind the direction Jeff was currently facing. Jeff turned, completely around! He took one step forward, lost his balance and careened off to his right, crashing into Debra.

"Whew," I breathed in relief. Nichole laughed.

"Wait until it's your turn!" she said giggling.

Once again we all watched as Debra led Jeff over to the couch. Rather than getting on it, or in it however, she indicated what she wanted him to do by wiggling her ass at him as she leaned over the end of the couch. Smiling, Jeff stroked his cock briefly ensuring he was 'up' to the task at hand, and then eased his rather proud looking member into Debra's pussy from behind.

Except for a few porn movies, I'd never watched another guy actually fucking someone in front of me before. Admittedly, I found myself becoming even more aroused than I had been, including that brief intermission when I'd found myself dealing with a bout of homophobia.

"Oh yeah baby, fuck me. Fuck my pussy good baby!" Debra kept saying over and over. Though her breasts weren't quite as large as Nichole's were, they were nicely shaped. As she leaned over the edge of the couch, and as Jeff thrust himself in and out of her from behind, the sway of those magnificent breasts too and froe was having a rather distinct impact on my prick, as it seemed to throb in perfect harmony with their coupling.

"No cumming!" Tanya warned him. Apparently, there was another rule I wasn't aware of yet.

"Why not?" I asked curiously.

"Cause later, we're going to have a black-light party in the bedroom!" Tanya responded.

Suddenly I had a whole new set of visions to think about, and as bizarre as it might seem, I actually was finding myself getting even more excited at the thought of that.

When it came my turn, I was more than a bit nervous. I'd purposely taken note of Jeff's beginning position, realizing seconds later that it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference. After one of the girls had spun me around enough times to ensure I was completely dizzy, I placed one tentative foot out in front of me, then blindly stepped forward again losing my balance in the process. I felt a soft pair of hands catch me as I went down, hearing Nichole's voice as she caught me.

As it was her desire and pleasure, she indicated that she wanted me to go down on her. Something I truly enjoyed doing. Sitting on the couch, I knelt down on the floor in front of her and greedily began devouring her cunt. After our fifteen minutes were up, it took both Tanya and Debra to pry her hands off the back of my head.

"No! No! Please no! I was almost there!" she squealed in frustration.

We soon finished our game, with everyone taking a turn, and at Tanya's suggestion, headed into her room where we all somehow managed to place ourselves on her enormous air mattress beneath the black lights she'd replaced in the ceiling.

Next to the experience of coating one another in all those phosphorescent paints we'd played with, tumbling around in bed together, not sure who's body you were touching or playing with was one hell of an exciting situation to find myself in.​