Kiss from a Rose: The Blowjob Connoisseurs

Kelly looked at herself in the mirror as she was washing off cum stains from her chest, trying to make herself look somewhat presentable. She was blasted with a shower of hot, white seed while jerking off both her husband and her 'pretend' boyfriend at the same time, courtesy of some master manipulation from her bully-in-chief and 'best friend' Sharon.

Her mind went back to the incredible moment of coincidence, when John and Shaun both came with such **** in her hands. She felt their cocks pulsating at the exact same time as she aimed both those penises at herself like a cum-hungry, greedy whore, trying to catch as much of their cum with her body as possible.

Blushing profusely, her mind wandered further back, when Sharon convinced her to take part in the game of truth or dare. Her bully wanted the housewife to make out with Shaun in front of her husband again in the guise of the game, but she had foiled it by choosing John first, bamboozling them all.

While Kelly didn't know it yet, this was her subconscious mind taking charge, rebelling against her bully Sharon. The weak-willed, spineless pathetic whore that was Kelly a couple of months ago was slowly being replaced by a confident, radiant personality, comfortable in her own sexuality and the freedom that came with it.

But she was still apprehensive of the gang and their shenanigans. She had already defied them once. The night's crazy erotic energy was still lingering in the air, making the housewife shiver in excitement.

What else did the gang have in store for her?

... ... ...

As Kelly got close to the living room, she noticed the presence of a palpable excitement, evident by the sounds of whooping and cheering in there. Entering, her mouth went agape at the debauchery unfolding in front of her.

Olivia and Carol were apparently participating in a blowjob contest, the goal being who can make their partner climax the fastest. The two boyfriends - Deacon and Pete, were leaning back on the couch, stupid smiles plastered on both of their faces.

Seeing Kelly enter the room, Sharon gestured for her to come closer.

"Babe, can you please time these bitches? They've been going at it for ten minutes now. I need some rest," said Sharon, before leaning in to whisper in the brunette's ear. "Can you give them a tip or two? I heard you're really good at blowjobs with Shaun."

Blushing beet-red, Kelly could only nod in agreement. She was used to pleasing Shaun's cock on an almost daily basis, getting only better with each day's practice. That she could be considered expert enough to give pointers to other girls both embarrassed her to no end, and filled her heart with a strange sense of pride.

Stopwatch in hand, she approached the two couples going at it at a lazy, relaxed pace. Olivia had Deacon's cock halfway into her mouth, slobbering profusely on it, but her head movements were clumsy. Her awkward, teeth-baring mouth made Deacon wince just a little every time the sensitive skin on his penis rubbed on it.

Carol, on the other hand, seemed much more experienced, as her focused, bobbing head seemed to have had Pete's dick in a vicegrip. She had built up a nice rhythm by taking the entire length of her boyfriend down her throat in one go, then slowly releasing it inch by inch, her hand expertly massasing the exposed, slick portion of the penis her mouth had just released.

Her problem, however, seemed to be the fact that at 25, Pete was the oldest of the gang and the most experienced. He certainly had the mental and physical fortitude to withstand the **** from Carol's warm, wet mouth, making the co-ed frustrated with each passing minute.

Kelly kneeled beside Olivia, deciding the poor girl needed her help before her more experienced competitor. Kelly whispered in her ear, providing her with cheery encouragement, along with a couple of tips. Olivia's eyes went wide as she listened intently, her hand still playing absent-mindedly with Deacon's cock.

Right at that time, Kelly's loving husband, John, opened his eyes slowly, the bliss of his mind-blowing orgasm from less than half an hour ago still evident on his face. He had collapsed on the loveseat by the side after having shot his load on his wife in the so-called handjob competition.

His ears perked up as he listened to Kelly doling out blowjob advices to her friend. "She doesn't even like giving blowjobs that much, let alone enjoy it. When did she become an expert?" John's mind wondered, as he kept listening intently.

"You've got to start blowjobs from the bottom, not the top. Start by giving the balls a kiss, or place the cock on your face as you look up to him". As a live demonastration, she made Olivia grab Deacon's cock and rub it all over her face, before letting it rest on her face.

"Kiss the bottom of the shaft, then slowly go up, kissing your way. Always keep eye contact."As Olivia followed htrough with the tips, an audible groan escaped from her boyfriend's throat. He was finally feeling the effects of an expertly orchestrated blowjob.

"Kiss the tip, then take just the tip in your mouth. Massage the rest of the shaft with your hand. Take his cock in your mouth half an inch each time, tease him with the anticipation."

"Try to take as much as you can down your throat, then take half an inch more. It won't happen in one day, but slowly you'll break through that gag reflex. And keep your buck-teeth inside, for fuck's sake. No one wants the ick of teeth rubbing against their cock."

John sat there, half-reclining, the sleep having evaporated from his eyes long ago, mouth agape, listening to the litany of advices coming from his loving, once-prude wife. When on earth did she become a blowjob expert?

He closed his eyes with a sigh, preparing himself for the consequences of an evening filled with porr decisions and even poorer choice of drinks, when a tiny voice rang out in the back of his head.

"Are you sure it's only pretend, John?"

Dream-Annie's voice reverberated in his skull, making him wince in nonexistent pain. Surely, Kelly couldn't have learned so many skills from 'pretend' blowjobs, right? The thought had a singular moment to take root, before being blown away by the high-pitched whine coming from somewhere around, causing him to open his eyes.

Carol was whining in protest seeing her competitor get all the attention from Kelly - the supposed blowjob connoisseur. Sporting a proud smile, the housewife scooted over to Carol, sparing a moment to take stock of the situation.

"OK, since he is clearly holding out on you, you've got to throw him off his game, girl", Kelly whispered in her ear, albeit loud enough for Pete to hear. The older, more experienced boyfriend took it as a challenge, reclining back with a defiant smirk.

"Hum a tune with his cock in your mouth", Kelly whispered. As Carol followed through with her advice, humming the tune of 'Stayin Alive' around his cock lodged deep in her throat, Pete jolted back to a straight sitting position, muttering 'fuck' over and over under his breath.

"Look at the cocky bastard. We got him, Carol", cooed Kelly in the girlfriend's ear. "For a real fucking surprise, caress his balls with your fingers, and trail them down to his asshole. Tease it, girl".

Pete's eyes went wide as he felt Carol's fingers tease his asshole, the soft fingertips trailing around the opening. "Hey, no fair..." His voice trailed off, as he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations.

"Put one finger inside. See the bastard squirm. You have all the power over him right now. You're his goddess. He's nothing." Hissed Kelly in her ear. Carol almost felt like breaking off the blowjob to kiss Kelly right there. The way she spoke, with such conviction and power, exuding the aura of an all-powerful queen, sent Carol overboard.

She resumed her blowjob vigorously, fingering Pete's asshole while fingering herself with the other hand. She was vaguely aware of a comotion beside her, as Deacon blew his load deep down Olivia's throat, but she couldn't care less.

With a groan, Pete came in her mouth, blowing jet after jet of hot cum directly into her tummy. Carol detached herself from his cock, turning to Kelly kneeling beside her.

In a move that surprised everyone, Carol grabbed the housewife by the neck, kissing her directly on the lips, while her fingers went into overtime, fingering her own cunt.

John looked on, eyes wide, his brain barely registering the incredible display of sexulaity unfolding in front of him. He felt goosebumps all over when Kelly returned the kiss in earnest, as Carol fingered herself to a toe-curling orgasm, her lips still locked onto Kelly's.

"Babe, you lost the game..." Pete, fresh off his own orgasm, tried to interject.

"Who the fuck cares?" said Carol, as she collapsed on the floor, eyes closed, shades of Kelly's red lipstick having left their erotic marks on her face.

A long moment later, she opened her eyes, a satisfied, silly smile creeping on her face as she looked at Kelly. Was it admiration glinting in her eyes? Or was it love? Was there a difference?

"Who the fuck cares?" Carol murmured again, closing her eyes, utterly content.

... ... ...

All nine people at the party needed some rest after witnessing the mind-breaking display of utter debaucery. Carol was understandably flustered every time someone teased her about the kiss, but the way she kept looking at Kelly gave away the fact that something had changed fundamentally in the relationship between the two.

However, Sharon, as the leader of the pack, had little time to care about that. She was already devising her next plan to torment Kelly in front of her husband.

"Magician's Assistant?" John asked, just to double-check if he was hearing it right. Shaun had handed him a tall glass of assorted cocktails, and after chugging it down, his mind was in a hazy, drunken fog again, making it hard for him to focus.

"Yes, because you know - how a magician's assistant has to run around for her next task, unseen, while keeping the magic alive?" John nodded at Sharon's explanation.

"Well, in this game, Kelly has to run between two guys to complete her tasks, while the other guy can't see her", Sharon said with a devilish grin.

"Wait, why Kelly? Shouldn't we do a lottery?"

"Olivia and Carol are spent after that blowjob contest. And I have to keep time, silly. That only leaves... Who?" Sharon asked sweetly.

"Umm... Kelly?" John swallowed a nervous gulp. He did not like where this was going.

"Ding Ding, right answer! Now, who should we pair her up with? Shaun is an obvious choice, but who should be the other guy? Maybe my boyfriend Dave, since he didn't get any action all evening?" she was teasing the poor husband mercilessly.

"No no, wait. I'll do it." John replied in a panic. Sharon had finally started to fuck with his brain.

"Great! Girls, get the stage set!"

The stage, as it turned out, was two large towels side by side vertically, held by Olivia and Carol, working as makeshift curtains with an opening in the middle. John and Shaun took position on either side of the towels, each getting to see the other from the neck up.

"If i were you, I'd take off my clothes. It's going to get highly competitive real soon", Sharon winked at a befuddled John. Smirking, Shaun proceeded to take off his t-shirt, throwing it at Sharon.

He made a motion to of taking off his pants, accompanied by the rustling of clothes down below, suggesting he was now naked. John laughed inside seeing he didn't throw off his pants this time. He was probably fucking with John's head like Sharon did. There was no way Shaun was naked on the other side of the towel, right?

John, for all the peer pressure, chose to keep his clothes on, deciding not to go 'naked' in front of his wife's friends. He was a little tipsy already, Shaun's drink having started to take effects on him. The least he could do was not embarrass himself by being naked in front of them.

"Ladies and Gentleman", Sharon had taken up the role of the MC it seemed. "Please welcome to the stage, the lovely magician's assistant, our favorite cumdump, Keeelllyyyyy!"

Through the cheers of the crowd, Kelly emerged from the bedroom, causing the cheers to turn into whispers of admiration,

She had chosen to pair a white miniskirt with a white, low-cut top, showing off ample amounts of skin in the form of her legs, cleavage, and tummy. The outfit was a complete contrast to her angelic face and beautiful smile. The dueling aura of the slutty and the pretty in her outfit and demeanor really floored John.

As Kelly stood beside Sharon, the latter explained Kelly's part in the game. She'd be given a series of tasks with a time limit for each partner. Whichever partner completes the most tasks win.

"Oh, and the tasks are all pretend, so don't worry about it, OK?" Sharon winked.

A familiar alarm bell started ringing in John's head. He was experiencing the onset of a terrible headache. The tiny voice of Dream-Annie screaming in his mind was not helping matters either.

"Ready, set, go!"