The Last Guest

As is the case with so many of life’s more salacious moments, alcohol may have been the culprit of this experience. I was 28 at the time, not so many years ago, at a friend’s house party in New Orleans where a long night of socializing and schmoozing with friends of friends of friends had twisted the clock into the early morning. Folks began to leave a few at a time and by the end of it, I was all that was left: my friend Daniel, his girlfriend Alyssa, and myself. We’d all had our fill of drinks but enjoyed another round between the three of us in their living room, winding down the night and chatting.

How the conversation came to be, I couldn’t tell you. Time hazes the mind as well as any alcohol, but the subject of penis size was brought up. Alyssa asked what ‘normal’ was from the perspective of a man. “Do you really know what normal is?” she asked. “Would it bother you if you were smaller than normal? Is that something that goes through your minds?”

I had been friends with Daniel for a few years to that point and known Alyssa through him much of that time. She had always been open and honest, so the questions were chalked up to a personality I had come to know and enjoy. It didn’t hurt that she was quite attractive. Strawberry blonde hair, tight rear, and a blessed refusal to wear bras for her petite bust. “Normal’s supposed to be something like five and a half to six inches, I believe. Different people will tell you different stuff, I’m sure,” I replied. I thought I was being diplomatic, in line with the conversation without overstepping any boundaries, but David was much more confident than I was.

“I’m definitely bigger than average,” he said.

Alyssa wasn’t so sure, but still gentle about it. “How do you know?” Then she asked me.

“I’m probably just a bit more than average,” I replied, still taking the conversation as lightly as though we were talking about sports or something.

“Well,” she said. “If you’re average, then let’s see if Daniel’s really bigger or if he’s exaggerating.”

I laughed. How could I not? Surely it was a joke. Daniel stood and without a second thought readied himself by unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping. “You serious?” I asked, but that was a stupid question to ask. I stood next to Daniel and did as he had. Alyssa sat on the couch in front of us sipping her drink, her smokey eyes fixed on us. Liquid courage did it’s job and I pulled myself out over the top of my pants. I looked to Daniel and saw him reach deep. What he pulled was a snake, there was no question about that, but instead of letting it hang loosely over his pants like I had, he instead flopped it directly on top of mine.

I didn’t know what to do and froze. Daniel smiled and bounced his member on mine as though it was snare drum. Alyssa laughed, not at me, but at what she was seeing. “He’s got me beat, what can I say?” I said.

“No, no.” Alyssa sat forward and pushed her pixie cut hair to the side. “Soft doesn’t say anything. Are you a grower?” We’re all growers to one extend or another, so I said yes. “Get it up.”

Daniel didn’t need much convincing. I could feel him grow harder against me. I pulled and toyed until I managed to come into form. I was still a good two inches shorter, but I had the girth. Alyssa watched with a permanent smile as we pulled beside one another chuckling anxiously. She reached out and grabbed each of our pant legs and pulled them down so we stood bare bottomed, nearly cheek to cheek. She took each of us in a hand and measured our thickness with her fingers. When she was satisfied, she rubbed our tips together.

Alyssa drew in closer and let her tongue slide over the both of us, from Daniels balls, up his shaft and head, to my head and shaft until she finished at my balls. She threw her arms up and removed her top. Her breasts were beautiful in their proportion. Ideal for her slim frame with innocent pink nipples. She brought our tips to those nipples and rubbed them softly. “Let’s see who cums first.” I pushed myself up towards her mouth eagerly; she obliged with a lip-smacking suck. Daniel began to work his shaft hard and aggressively. I took my time and looked into those smokey eyes, purposely using every excuse I could to nuzzle into her lips. It was only a few more strokes and Daniel’s rope shot across her chest. His penis drooped limply; he was spent in a flash.

She looked to me then and smiled before wrapping her mouth around me and taking it deep. Daniel tried to get in, rubbing himself on her face, but she was focused and passionate. He soon gave up and stood there with his cock out like a melted weathervane. Alyssa released me and stood to pull down the pajama pants she had changed into after the party. She turned around and bent over the couch. “Fuck me.”

I slid myself into her pussy from behind, feeling her athletic tightness loosen around me. She panted heavily as the couch shifted beneath the weight of us, her breasts rustling against the fabric in glorious motion. Daniel watched silently with his cock in hand as Alyssa repeated over and over, “Fuck me.”

I was ready to cum and she could feel it. Alyssa pulled away and turned to me, legs spread wide for a perfect curtain target. Then I heard her say it. “On both of us.”

Without a second thought, Daniel climbed on top of her and sat his bare ass on her stomach so his cock rested on top of her pussy, just as he had done to me when we first exposed ourselves. I hadn’t any time to think or question, I was already beyond the point of rational thought. With his long, limp cock draped over her pussy, I came in wild throws, coating both of them. Behind Daniel, I could hear Alyssa kissing his back. She reached forward blindly and took my hips towards them so both of our spent cocks found warming homes on her pussy. We stayed like that for a while, nestled against one another until Alyssa tapped Daniels chest and he stood, being sure to let his member bounce in my face a few times before moving away. Alyssa laughed and stood as well, also being sure to rub herself against my face.

It was bed time, so the three of us went. In the darkened confusion it was hard to tell, or to care what touched what. Then I heard Alyssa breathe into my ear. “Do him on top of me.”

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