Wrapping Up the Night [MMf] [DP/anal] [group] [voy]

**Continued** from *Dancing in the Basement*, *Emily in the Shower*, and *The Private Party* – links in comments

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The main floor is nearly empty, at least in the halls. I head to the bathroom to see if Emily was still in there.

The room is dark, but her shirt is still on the floor. I grab it and head to the kitchen to look for her. I wasn’t sure what I would do if she’d gotten in trouble, but I felt responsible to find her. There are only a few people in the kitchen, and they deny seeing her even come through to go outside. I go back to the main hallway, and decide to check the bedroom.

First I knock softly on Ashley’s door, and crack it open. It’s dark, and there are a few people sleeping on the bed. I flip the lights on and head over to see if any of them are Emily, or Ashley. None are, and one of the sleepers who woke up to the light suggests I check the guest bedroom. Apparently, the guy says, that bedroom has been the place to be all night, even with its door closed.

Especially with its door closed.

I thank him and apologize for the light. There are about five people passed out and sleeping on the bed, and another three or four on the floor and in the closet. I guess this is the quietest place in the house, way in the corner of the house with its door closed.

I leave Ashley’s room and turn to the guest bedroom; the door has been closed all night, or at least all the times

I’ve walked by it, but the lights are on and there are definitely people inside.

In high school I danced and acted, so I knew more girls than guys – most of the people at this party I know or at least recognize from dance class or theater class, and most of the girls are from the former. John, John, and Ryan were three of maybe five other guys in dance with me, and I knew Sara and Holly, among many other women, from dance. John, being the man he is, was the only guy ever who could enter the girls’ changing room without much notice, and without any retribution. The girls all loved him, from freshmen to seniors, and the teachers knew there was nothing they could do to stop it. Many of us guys had our fun times backstage and behind the curtain during show and rehearsals with the girls, too, but it was usually with a select number of the dancers – most of the girls just weren’t into fooling around too much in high school.

What I saw when I entered the guest room at this time was surprising, but the people were not.

I knock again, but no one answers, so I enter quickly, closing the door promptly behind me. Looking around the room, there are four couples and three single people, nearly all completely engrossed in sexual activities. People are on the floor, in chairs, and on the bed. Clothes are scattered about the room, and while the curtain is closed I can feel a draft from the open window. Beer, wine, and vodka bottles are strewn on the floor, along with some energy drink cans. I recognize every girl in the room, and few guys.

To my left, on a chair in the corner by the large closet, is Kiara, a petite Vietnamese girl and amazing hip-hop dancer, getting eaten out by some guy. Her long skirt is bunched up to her waist and she’s holding the guy’s head to her pussy with both hands. Her head is flung back and she’s moaning in ecstasy, writhing slightly in her chair.

Kiara’s long black hair nearly touches the floor behind her. I don’t envy the guy being nearly suffocated in her vagina, but getting to fuck Kiara is a goal of most guys she meets.

On the floor next to Kiara and her man is Denise, a black girl I’ve known since elementary school. She’s completely topless and her large, dark breasts hang free; she rubs and twists her big black nipple in sync with her other hand, which is in her unbuttoned jeans, rubbing herself furiously. She alternates between watching the couple fuck on the bed and the Asian couple to her left. Denise is breathing heavily and spasming every so often, shaking her short dreadlocks, trying to suppress the inevitable explosion of orgasm.

To my right is Calvin, a gay guy I know from theater. He’s standing against the wall, stroking himself, biting his lip and watching the couple on the bed, too. His blond cock is out of his gym shorts, and at full mast it looks to be pretty impressive. Calvin is a stereotypical gay high schooler: singing Broadway musicals regularly and wearing overtly flamboyant clothing daily. He turns to greet me and smiles a wide smile. His eyes are red, indicating he’s probably pretty high. Not a bad situation in which to be.

To Calvin’s right is Chloe and Sam – both I’ve known since middle school, and have had a crush on Chloe for nearly as long. She’s a curvaceous redhead, a great jazz dancer, and smart as a whip to boot. Sam is a stereotypical country boy from my town: “big-boned,” wears camouflage at least five times a week, drives a pick-up truck with a Confederate flag, and works in construction. He’s a good guy, but we rarely have much to talk about besides girls and school. Sam is sitting in a chair with Chloe bouncing on top of him; his shorts are unbuttoned and down to his thighs, and Chloe is completely naked. This is quite a sight for me: one girl of my dreams in the nude. She’s not the fittest, but that’s alright with me (as you’ll learn through my stories). She’s pale, and a natural redhead. Her E-cup boobs struggle to bounce in time with her body; their size and weight provide great resistance so it’s like watching porn in slow-motion. Her ripples jiggle with her motions, too, giving a greater show. Her legs are spread to the outside of Sam’s tree-truck legs, spreading her pussy over Sam’s cock. Chloe has a neatly trimmed red bush, giving a colorful shock to disrupt her pale skin between her belly and her thighs. She’s bent over and moaning loudly, gripping Sam’s knees to better control her bouncing. Sam’s hands move from her hips to her massive breasts to her neck and back down.

Tearing my eyes from this goddess and her man, I continue taking in the room.

In the corner down the wall from Chloe and Sam are Jamie and a guy, fucking standing up. Jamie is one of the skinniest girls I’ve ever known, and is unbelievably flexible. Her short blonde hair frames her pointy face; as a natural-born ballet dancer she’s never had big boobs. The man is a stout black guy. Jamie’s slightly taller than this bald, muscular fellow, but his beefy arms and thick legs make up any capacity lost in height. Jamie has her back against the wall and a leg up over the guy’s shoulder; she’s nearly doing a split against him. She’s entirely naked, of course, as is her partner. Hugging her tightly, I see the man’s massive black cock tear into Jamie’s pale, petite pussy.

She’s squeaking and squealing in pleasure, slapping her hand to her mouth when she realizes she’s getting too loud for the room’s secrecy. Her face is tied between pain and ecstasy, between anguish of being invaded by such a serpent and absolute joy – for the same reason. Jamie’s partner grunts with every few thrusts. I have no idea if they knew each other before. The great contrasts in their size, shape, and skin color turn me on greatly; my favorite porn is interracial, especially with a black man and a petite woman. Call it a want for power. This show, of my old friend

Jamie and this black stranger, is just as good if not better than any video I’ve ever watched.

In the far corner is another guy I don’t recognize, passed out. He’s even drooling a little bit, but since he bothers no one, I don’t question his presence.

Then, to the bed – the sight surprises me. On the tall queen bed are two people I’ve already seen tonight: John and Emily. John is lying on the bed, stripped naked, muscles shining in sweat, and Emily, in all her young, petite wonder, is fucking freely on top him. Her hands are on his chest; her legs bent back, her tiny tits jiggling ever so slightly with their movements. Her ass, a generous word for what she has, slaps down to John’s balls with every hump and fuck, shaking the bed.

Now I understand why Calvin and Denise are so entranced by this spectacle: Emily is so much smaller than John, as she is than me, too. Emily leans forward and places her hands on the headboard, holding herself steady as she uses just her legs and hips to continue driving her tight teenage pussy over, onto, around John’s fat cock.

I never even saw him leave the basement!

As she leans forward, Emily exposes her asshole, guaranteed to be tighter than her vagina, and so much more enticing.

An idea!

Turning to Calvin, I ask for lube. Asking him wasn’t presumptuous: I’d set him up on more dates than he knows about, and I know him to carry a tube of lube everywhere, or at least to every party.

I strip off my pants and boxers, winking at Calvin (making him blush, which is an odd reaction to seeing me naked, in a room of fucking naked people), and take his lube. I’m fairly hard already, and with a few more strokes I get to nearly a full-mast. I spread the lube on my penis and walk towards Emily and John, neither of who know I’m in the room. I crawl onto the bed and line up with Emily’s asshole, kneeling between John’s extended legs.

I grab Emily’s hips and before she can react, I thrust forward, getting my head in without much resistance. She must’ve at least played with her ass before, if I only met that little bit of resistance. Emily and John stop suddenly and Emily flips her head around, ready to exclaim and probably freak out at whoever is abusing her. Seeing it’s me, she smiles in shock and laughs. John lifts his head to check out what’s going on, and sees it’s me. He laughs loudly, seeing what I’ve done, and high-fives me.

‘Dude,’ he says, ‘what happened to you?’

‘To me!?! You passed the fuck out!’

‘Nah, just for a bit,’ he shakes his head, ‘there were a ton of people around me when I came to, so I came upstairs and found Emily and this crowd.’

‘Haha, I got a pretty good dance and show from Mandy and her friends. That’s what the crowd was around.’

‘Excuse me, boys,’ Emily interjects, breathing heavily, her little tits shaking with her breaths, ‘but I believe I have both of your cocks in me, and I’d like for something to happen. This isn’t the most comfortable situation, you know.’ I can feel her ass tensing around my cock and she’s shifting a little bit to get comfortable to us. This probably the first time she’d ever been DP’ed.

John and I laugh and start to figure out how to best accommodate both of us into Emily’s petite body. John scoots up the bed slightly, and I lead forward to slide farther into Emily’s ass. Emily exclaims loudly to being so filled up. Her body convulses and her ass tightens, trying to acclimate – or attack – the new visitor in the back door.

She winces and makes sounds of discomfort, but doesn’t say anything to stop either of us from trying to make this work. I continue to enter her ass, and when I’m finally balls-deep in her rear end, she turns her head back around I lean in for a kiss, slowly humping and loosening her ass for my dick.

Feeling my motions, John also starts thrusting up into Emily. I can feel his cock through Emily’s inner wall, and after a few moments we fall into a rhythm. Emily is no longer doing any work, letting her body be used and pleasured by the two of us. She falls forward limply onto John, panting heavily from the pain and pleasure of being double penetrated by two guys so much larger than her, and he hugs her close. This actually opened her asshole more, giving less resistance for me, and I quicken the pace. It’s been a busy night, and with the large quantity of alcohol I’ve consumed, I’m not afraid of cumming too soon. I’m still gripping her hips, trying not to slip away from the sweat forming on all of our bodies, and I fuck her harder. Her ass is still super tight, but it’s a comfortable tightness.

I glance to my left and see Denise staring at us, mouth agape in shock, rubbing herself even harder. I smile and wink at her, and she gasps audibly; evidently she was in a state of trance, and I broke her from it. She stops moving for a few moments, and I nod towards Kiara and her partner, who has slowed down as Kiara caught sight of what was happening on the bed and loosened the pressure on her man’s head in her crotch in awe. Still pumping with a decent rhythm into Emily’s petite butt, feeling John’s large cock doing the same in her tight snatch, having my balls swing and smack the skin between Emily’s ass and pussy, I nod Denise towards Kiara again and wiggle my tongue at her, trying to get Denise to go ‘help out’ with Kiara.

She finally gets my notion and crawls over to Kiara, gently pushes the guy of the way, and dives into Kiara’s small Asian pussy. Kiara notices the different attendant, and flips her body forward to see what’s happening under her skirt. Seeing Denise, Kiara backs up in the chair and gives Denise a confused look. Denise just smiles and goes back in. Kiara pulls Denise from her vagina by her dreadlocks, and shakes her head, saying ‘No!’ Denise theatrically sighs and relinquishes Kiara’s pussy to the man, and looks back at me shrugging her shoulders. I’m too engrossed in

Emily and John to do any more, so I leave it alone.

I heard later, though, that Denise was welcomed into Kiara’s sexual activities, on the Asian queen’s terms.

Chloe and Sam, and Jamie and her black partner are still engrossed in each other. Jamie is now completely off the ground and her partner has her all wrapped up in his arms: one of Jamie’s legs is still over his shoulder, and the other is wrapped around his waist. Her arms are entwined with his, and one extends to grip his neck. They’re tangled as if out of a Tantric book. Chloe and Sam haven’t changed positions, as far as I can tell, as they’re seated almost right behind me.

I turn my attention back to Emily’s sweaty, arched back. Our young fuck bunny is still trying to find the most comfortable spot with which to enjoy both John and myself. I reach forward and grab Emily’s shoulders, pulling against them to fuck her ass even harder, causing her to yell again, throwing her head back before John manages to grab her hair and silence her with a rough kiss. He releases Emily from his embrace, and she comes up to me. John grabs and kisses her hands then moves up her arms to her chest and tits and stomach. Emily’s torso is now nearly straight up, and I wrap my arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck and biting her ear, and fondling her A-cup breasts as John kisses and paws at her chest and neck. I know this position isn’t comfortable for the girl when being fucked from behind, but it’s how we’re doing it for now, and she’s in no position to change the situation.

Emily moans open-mouthed, and winces with each thrust from John or me: a nearly continuous expression at our constant pace. She flexes her hands and slaps behind her, hitting my thighs. I slow my pace and whisper jokingly in her ear, ‘Hi Emily. How are you?’

‘Fuck me, Jason! (gasp) This hurts! (ah!)’ she whispers back.

I see her eyes – when they’re open – are watery and there are some tears on her cheeks.

‘Yea, well. I’m sorry for that,’ I say nonchalantly, grunting softly with my thrusts.

‘Fuck, no you aren’t! (ah!) I mean, (moan) it hurts, (gasp) but it’s also pretty fun.’

‘Yea, you like trying new things?’ I tease her, breathing softy into her ear, eliciting a shudder from her.

‘Fuck . . . yes!’ she says, arching her back and grabbing a hunk of my hair from above our heads.

I laugh and tongue her ear. I’ve slowed my pace enough for her to relax more, and she leans forward again, now directing all her attention to me. John’s cock in her pussy is an afterthought, a pleasurable one, sure, but an activity that can happen without much participation from her. John shifts a bit to make it as comfortable as possible for him. Emily thrusts backwards to me, leaning on her bent arms, placed around John’s head. She turns her head to look at me, smiling and biting her lip. Her eyes are half-closed, a sultry glance to keep me going.

John calls me, ‘Dude! Are you ready?’

This was a fantasy he and I had actually discussed before – maybe not with Emily necessarily, but double-pounding a girl together was the occasional topic between us. The one major point, though, was that we’d cum together.

‘Give me a second!’

Emily stops her thrusts, looks at us both and asks breathily, ‘Um, what’s going on?’

I look at her and say, ‘Emily, you know what I had you do to me earlier? Can you do it now?’

‘What? Like grab your balls?’

‘Yes!’

Twisting her body, Emily reaches back and grabs my sack and squeezes, a bit too hard, but maybe it was her way of payback for how I treated her throughout the night. She also resumes meeting my thrusts with her own, slapping her ass against my crotch.

‘FUCK! John, alright!’

‘Good. On three! One!’

‘Two!’ I respond.

Tightening her body, squeezing my cock in her ass and John’s in her pussy, Emily joins in, yelling, ‘THREE!’ She clenches her fist around my balls.

With that count, all three of us cum, together, in a massive explosion of hormones, sexual energy, and cum. I pour my seed into her ass, shooting stream after stream of semen up into her body from behind, in one of the tightest holes I’ve ever been in – certainly not as tight as virgin asses, but tighter than any pussy. All of our backs arch with power: John against the bed, me in the air, and Emily between us – she shakes, spasms, and surrenders to the amazing power of sex. All three of us moan and cry loudly with our communal orgasm.

Emily collapses limply onto John, and I fall forward slightly, putting my hands on either side of John on the bed.

Emily and John kiss, and I kiss down Emily’s back. We’re all drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.

I slip out of Emily’s tight asshole with a ‘pop’ and grab the box of tissues from the bedside table to wipe off my shaft. There’s a touch of blood, which means I was a bit too rough, but without complaint. John stays within Emily, and they cuddle, hugging and stroking each other’s faces and hair. She’s breathing heavily, whimpering softly, and her cheeks are flushed. John and I gave her a hard fucking, and her recovery would be a good rest of sleep and nothing – that is, no one – entering her body for a while.

I step off the bed and go to the door; I lean against it and collapse to the floor with my eyes closed, exhaling sharply. Calvin sits next to me.

‘Woah. That was awesome to watch!’ he exclaims.

I laugh, ‘Thanks. Woof, it’s bedtime now!’

He laughs back and stands up. I move, crawling away from the door so he can leave. I don’t see Denise anymore, and assume she left, too. I crawl back onto the bed, where John and Emily are making out and cleaning up. I slip my boxers on and get under the covers, fully ready to go to sleep. Emily joins me, slowly snaking her way under the sheets and against me, naked and sweaty and not in much of a condition to do a whole lot, and John hops off the bed to find his boxers.

Better safe than sorry for us.

He returns and gets under the covers, on the other side. Emily is again sandwiched between us. Since Emily and I were there together first, we’re spooning with her back against my front. One of my hands is by her neck, and the other is drawing small circles on her lower stomach. She smiles and moans softly, pressing her ass back towards me, and closes her eyes. We lay close, and John lies facing us. He strokes her face and tucks some hair behind her ear. Before long, we’re all asleep.

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