A little game Among Friends

My fingers went back to my slit, I teased my clit, dipping my fingers down occasionally to smear my wetness around. Harold, Ron, Jackson, and Steven (from left to right) gathered in front of me and dropped their pants, presenting four cocks in varying size and hardness before me. It gave me a pleasure shiver that started at my pussy and radiated out from there. I felt a bead of moisture escape my pussy at the thought of all those dicks being jerked to me, coming on me, finding pleasure cause of me. Groaning, I dipped deeper into my pussy, scissoring my fingers, filling the space around us with my smell as well as the sound of my wet hole. In no time, all four cocks are at full hardness and hands are feverishly stroking away. I moan and make eye contact with each in turn while picking up my pace.

“Very nice, gentlemen. How about we play a little game?” I smirked at them and groaned deep in my chest.

Four nods. Four hard cocks. Four men jerking to my body.

“Alright, here is the deal. You all jerk like you are doing and I will continue doing what I am doing, and we will see who can last the longest. Last one left gets to finish in me. What do you say?”

More enthusiastic nods. Four hands began to slow down, trying to outlast the others.

“Tsk Tsk, no slowing down, boys. I want to see hard stroking, not merely teasing.” I chastised.

I licked my lips and inserted 3 fingers into my pussy as they complied with my game rules. This should be interesting, and I placed an internal bet as to which one would be the last. In truth, Diary, I wanted to taste all of them. I wanted to be on my knees, surrounded by cocks, servicing each in turn and then being covered in cum. As much as that would have been fine by me, I wanted to see them compete under pressure.

“Very good! My pussy is wet, listen.” All eyes on my fingers, heads tilted to listen to the sucking, wet sounds I was creating. I nearly came from the intense way they watched me. I gave a shudder and got myself under control. Then it occurred to me that I was not in any way under any rules by the wager and could cum as much as I wanted. Freedom!

I hooked a finger in and massaged my favorite spot. Fuck it felt good. I locked eyes with Harold, knowing he had been watching me the longest and would not last. He was already struggling, and he would be my first victim. Spreading my legs wider, I pressed on my g-spot and began to convulse. I bit my lip to keep from roaring, after all, I didn’t want Megan to wake up and catch us. My eyes never left Harold’s as I came, whimpering and squirming on the couch. He didn’t have a chance, Diary.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned while pumping into his tightly sheathed hand. The first 2 spurts hit my chest and belly, the rest ended up on the floor in a disappointing dripple.

I giggled. “One down and 3 to go. Don’t let me see those hands slow down, or the game stops here.

“Harold, you were always the one that blew first when we masturbated together,” Ron said.

“And who was always second?” I asked innocently.

Ron’s eyes flicked over to Steven before returning to me with a sly wink.

Harold continued to play with is flagging cock, trying to get it to rally for him again, but I had lost interest. I eyed Steven. I slide my fingers out and slowly licked them with exactly care, making sure to get every drop of my juices. Steven groaned. Leaning back, I extended a foot, rubbing it against Steven’s balls, while cupping my breasts and massaging the nipples. He slowed his pace.

“Jackson, I want you to take ahold of Steven’s cock with your other hand and jerk if for him. He doesn’t seem to be able to keep pace.” Steven opened his mouth to protest but I silenced him with a shake of my head. “My game. My rules.”

Jackson reached over and took Steven’s hard cock in his hand and started stroking it. I knew that having your cock jerked by someone else is usually more enjoyable then doing it yourself. I also knew that Jackson would try and make Steven cum, eliminating him from the possibility of getting to cum in me. Plus, Diary, my foot was still pressed up against his balls. Have I ever told you that I do not always play fair?

My breasts ached, and my nipples were hard diamond chips. Having larger than average tits has always made licking my own nipples easy, on top of the fact that it drove men wild. Applying a rubbing motion to my foot and began to tease my nipple with my tongue. Jackson feverishly jerked on Steven’s cock, making a little twisting motion at the tip, as much as the angle allowed. On their own, Steven’s hips began to rock, thrusting into the hand. He didn’t want to, but he did. The confliction was written all over his strained face.

I ignored Harold; who was once again mostly hard, Ron; who was watching me play with my tits, Jackson; who was working both his and his friend’s cock and focused all my adoring attention on Steven.

“Are you going to cum on me, Steven? Are you going to show me a bigger mess than your friend did? I can see you want to cum, just stop holding back. Release.” I whispered in a voice raspy with need, my tongue darting out and caressing my nipple. “Cum for me, Steven.” Jackson’s hand around his friend’s dick increased it motion. Steven bit his lip and closed his eyes. “Open your eyes and look at me, Steven.” He shook his head. I gave his balls a not so friendly smack with my foot and his eyes flew open. He was sweating. I smiled. “That’s a good boy. Now cum for me. Steven, I want your cum. I want it. Cum.”

A cry from my left sounded and Ron exploded. He was jerking wildly and most of his seed landed on the couch, some on my hip, and arm. The room was silent except for the panting coming from Ron as he squeezed out the last drops. In the suddenness of the moment, Jackson had stopped stroking both cocks and was watching Ron. Steven visibly sagged from the momentary reprieve, sucking in air like a fish out of water, trying to gain some control.

“Well that was unexpected, I thought you were going to last longer, and Steven was going to blow before you. I guess you were wrong and too quick to point fingers, huh Ron?” I giggled. Ron hung his head in exhaustion mostly, but also a little in embarrassment.

“I…fuck!” He whispered.

“Two down and two to go. I wonder who will get to fill me up.”