The stories on this website are works of fiction. Any characters resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and entirely coincidental. Any action... taken by the characters or the portrait of such actions never occurred and if they mimic any form of reality, it is purely and entirely coincidental. These stories contain explicit descriptions of sexual activity and may be perceived by some as being pornographic. If you feel that literary erotica is pornographic, then do not continue surfing. Stacey begged me to finger her ass , I didn't let her down ! I jabbed a finger into her tight arse then a second finger, Stacey groaned out load !I heard a noise to my left ! It was Carl ! He was stood stark naked wanking his large cock, I was too drunk and far too horny to care ! Carl came over to us and sat on the sofa next to Stacey while I roughly fingered her arsehole.He reached over and grabbed hold of my erection and started to wank me off. I'd never been touched by another guy before. Erica pulled back and said, "Mistletoe, girl, come on," and held her arms out for Lynn. I took my hard-on back to the sofa.Erica took Lynn in her arms and they were soon kissing like they were not friends, but lovers. I wasn't so much jealous as turned-on. Then, I saw Erica's hands unfasten Lynn's bra and she pulled it off her arms and took her's off then went back to kissing as they each rubbed the other's breasts.From where I sat, now with my cock out, slowly stroking it, Erica's boobs looked. Bam! I slapped her face which was already covered with her long dark and drenched hair. Reaching for her chin I lifted her face toward mine. The surprise I sought in her eyes was not there. The expression instead was more like that of a feisty goddess. “Oh yeah?” I thought, “let’s see just how feisty you are!” Slapping her again. She liked it. I backhanded her this time, sending her head spinning. She reached for her neck, as I instantly realized I should have held her to prevent pulling any.