Four on the Floor

Scott had been the first to arrive. Amy had him change into a terrycloth robe and put him in a room alone to wait. He and the second guy, Jack, were both quite surprised when Amy led Jack into the room and left him there with Scott to wait.

Amy had timed her invitations carefully, so none of the guys showed up at the same time. After leaving the fourth and final male in the room, Amy returned shortly thereafter with the lovely Sarah and a black case that she laid on a table.

Meanwhile, the men had been sitting quietly in a circle, looking down at the floor and avoiding eye contact.

Amy clapped her hands.

"So, here's the deal, guys," she said. "You all want to lube up my big tits and fuck them."

The guys all glanced nervously at each other, then returned their gazes to the floor.

“Well, today's your lucky day,” Amy continued, “'cause I'm gonna let you. If you follow my rules."

The narrator in Scott’s head added, And here we observe the dominant female maintaining perfect control of her environment.

"Each of you is going to watch the other three do it, and cheer them on. Sarah is going to bear witness."

The implication was clear to all. Sarah was there for Amy's protection, to make sure none of the four men took liberties beyond what was willingly given.

"I'm in!" Jack said quickly.

"I dunno," said Scott, rubbing his neck.

"Look at these tits, Scott," Amy said. She hefted her right boob, and sucked the nipple. "You can suck them, and then fuck them."

Dave grimaced. "I don't want to suck them after you guys."

"I'll clean up in between, Dave," she said. "Jeez, I'm not a skank."

"Okay," Dave said.

"Okay," Scott said quietly.

"I don't like it," Jim said, "but I can't turn it down. Big, greased boobs feel like raw vag. I gotta have it."

"Lubed, Jim!" Amy exclaimed. "No one's putting grease on my tits. And like you know what raw vag feels like."

"Okay, sorry," said Jim. "And I do know. Melinda can't have kids, so we did it bare when we dated. Condoms suck."

"And I'm sure Melinda would appreciate you sharing that with the entire class," Amy said. "Watch yourself, Jim. The ice is getting thin for you here."

Jim cringed a little, and kept his mouth shut.

"So, who's first?" Jack asked. “What's the order? Do we dice for it?"

"As the one who is so generously sharing her precious self, Amy should decide," suggested Scott.

"Thank you, Scott. That's exactly what's going to happen. I'll tell each of you when it's your turn. Scott will go first."

"Aww!" exclaimed Jim. "Why him?"

"Because I said so, " Amy stated. "Ice, Jim. Thin ice."

Jim's mouth became a thin line, but he kept silent.

Amy took Scott's hand, and led him over to a table, on which was a crock pot set on low. Warming in the pot were multiple tubes of flavored and plain lube.

"Which flavor do you want to suck off my nipples, Scott?" Amy asked.

“Scott’s first thought was, “Who cares?” but then his eyes landed on the label of one particular intriguing tube: Strawberry Surrender. Somewhere, a harp played. He reached for it like a man possessed—or at least mildly curious.

Amy plucked the tube from Scott’s hand, and a tube of plain, clear lube from the pot. She led Scott over to a spot with a mattress and pillow on the floor. There she placed the warmed tubes of lube onto a folding snack table that was sitting to one side.

She glanced at the other males in the room. "No commentary until we're about to start the main event," she said.

She turned her attention back to the young man beside her. "Kiss me, Scott," she said.

Scott gripped her shoulders and went in for the kiss. As their lips slid against each other, he tasted something fruity.

Her tongue slid into his mouth without hesitation, and she welcomed his eager reciprocation. Amy's mouth tasted of mint as their tongues wrestled together.

After a minute or so, she broke for a moment to slip off her robe and toss it aside. Her amazing breasts were now on full display to all and sundry. She pulled at his robe, signaling him to remove it.

Afterward, they returned to the cuddling and kissing, now fully nude. Soon, Amy took Scott's hand and guided it down to her special place.
"Rub my clit," she said breathily. "Make me sopping."

Scott complied happily. While this was all more prelude, more romance, than he had anticipated, he did not find it at all objectionable. From his first touch to her nether regions, he found she was already getting moist.

After a while, she picked up the tube of flavored lubricant from the tray, and squeezed out a few squirts onto her nipples. She spread it a bit with her fingers. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she sucked a bit of the lube off of them. Turning her hand to Scott, she slipped two fingers into his mouth, so he could do the same. Finally, she drew his head down to her breasts and slipped one of her nipples into his mouth. As he licked and sucked first one nipple and then the other, her right hand joined his below. Guiding his fingers into her vagina, she began to finger her own clit. With her left hand, she began to fondle his ball sack. They became lost in the moment, gasping and moaning; all but forgetting they had an audience. Amy kept her hands off his penis, not wanting to push him too far toward climax, as she had several orgasms of her own.

Finally, she lay down on the mattress on her back, placing her head on the pillow.

Sarah rose from her seat. Walking to the case on the table, she pulled out a three way stimulator. She brought it to Amy. Squirting some lube into Amy's asshole, she slipped the anal portion inside, the vaginal portion into her tunnel, and then positioned the clit stimulator against Amy's clit.

Next, she squirted a generous portion of plain lube between Amy's breasts, and on her chest just below them.
She then returned to her seat, a remote in her hand.

"Now, Scott, fuck those boobies!" said Sarah. Scott didn't need to be commanded twice. He straddled Amy on the floor, slipping his now raging hard-on between her gorgeous globes. Amy pressed her tits together with her hands, forming a fuck-tunnel for his member. Scott gasped as he began thrusting, feeling the lubricated softness of her boobs surrounding him; feeling his balls sliding in the lube on her torso.

Sarah turned on the vibrator, working the remote through different settings to stimulate Amy. She spoke words of encouragement, urging the other men to join in. "Fuck them, Scott, fuck those funbags!" she exclaimed. The men hesitantly joined in the urging.

Scott was lost in the ecstasy. "Oh, fuck! Oh, God, Amy!" he cried out. Thrusting, thrusting, and the pleasure was building, building.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" cried Amy, "Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!"

And Scott lost it, his load bursting forth in squirt after squirt, making a sticky mess on Amy's chest, until his balls were finally drained.

They took a few moments to catch their breath.

"Shower time!" said Amy, and led Scott into the bathroom, picking up their robes on the way.

The shower was a large, multi person affair that was frequently shared by the ladies.

Several minutes later, they returned to the room feeling clean. Then it was time to reenergize with some Gatorade and snacks.

Finally, Amy said "Jack, you're next!"

Jack stepped in with gusto.

A little while later, it was time for Frank’s turn; the last of the four guys.

“Frank,” Amy said, “I’m not thrilled with you today, but since I’m a lady, I’m going to let you have your turn. But all you get is the main event: no kisses; no fingering; and no sucking.”

It was all Frank could do to manage not to complain about the different treatment, but he managed to hold his tongue, as he didn’t want to end up with nothing for his troubles today but awkwardly watching three other guys get theirs.

Later, as the men were ready to depart, Amy had one final message.

“Before you go guys: you are sworn to secrecy. If I find out that any of you have talked about this to anyone who wasn’t in this room today, your chances of another shot at this go to zero. Plus, I can trash your reputation with a lot of other ladies.

Duly warned, the men departed.