Chapter 4: Who the Hell Fucked Me?

“Hmmm, I think someone needs to be fucked,” Kristen snickered, obviously seeing my hips doing their thing and easily deducing my needs.

“Well, what are we going to do about it Kristen?” Beth answered her back. It was like listening to a bad comedy sketch between presenters at the Academy Awards but it was fun anyway. I still had the blindfold on and I was about to reach up and take it off but Beth grabbed my hand and pinned me back down again.

“Not yet my Kelly,” she admonished me, “the blindfold stays on until you’ve been fucked properly.”

Now what the heck did “properly” mean? I was about to ask when I found out. My legs were pushed apart and then lifted up in the air and over my head. No sooner was I in “the position” than something was trying to push its way into my pussy! Damn, had Kristen gone and gotten the strap-on while Beth was distracting me? I started to reach down to feel what it was but Beth pulled my hands back and pinned me down with my hands behind my head.

A brief surge of panic ran through me as visions of my hands being bound by a rope appeared in my head but they quickly disappeared as I was penetrated further. From the warmth and feel of it, whatever was pushing into my pussy wasn’t some plastic dildo, it was a REAL cock! OMG, what the hell was going on? Who in the world was fucking me?

“What the hell, who’s fucking me?” I burst out, struggling against Beth’s grip but she had the advantage over me and kept my arms pinned down.

“Guess right and you can take the blindfold off!” Kristen teased me. How the hell was I supposed to know who it was? Beth was really into the sex party scene and it could have been any one of a hundred guys for all I knew.

Whoever it was, he didn’t say a word but instead, started stroking himself in and out of me. Other than my “rape” experience, no man had ever fucked me blindfolded and once again, I found myself understanding why Beth wanted my sight removed. Concentrating totally on my crotch and his dick was so much easier without having to worry about what he looked like, or even who he was. In fact, NOT knowing who he was made it even MORE erotic. Granted, I’ve been fucked by a lot of guys I didn’t know at the time, but never by one I couldn’t even see what he looked like (again ignoring my rape).

I found myself fantasizing about my secret lover. Was he old or young? God, what if they had pulled a trick on me and gotten one of Kristen’s young boys to fuck me! Now I’ll admit that I enjoy fantasizing about fucking boys that young but in reality, I have never fucked one younger than sixteen. A few times Kristen had tempted me with her latest conquest, “fresh from the playground” as I use to tease her, but it would be the end of my teaching career if I was ever caught with a kid that young.

As the mystery dick continued to fuck me, I started thinking that maybe he was old, like REALLY old, maybe in his sixties even. I don’t know where they would have found such a guy but when it came to Beth and Kristen, nothing would have surprised me.

Whether it was the actual fucking that got me off or the emotional whirlwind that I was caught up in, but whatever it was my next orgasm was the best so far - DAMN it was good! The guy even had to stop momentarily as my pussy clamped down on his dick like a vise. It must have felt good because he grunted, the first sound of any kind he had made so far. I was still cumming when I sensed something was over me and then I smelled it and knew what it was - one of my friends was about to sit on my face!

“Mmmmmmm, let me rub my pussy on your face,” I heard Kristen say as I felt her bare cunt press down against my mouth and nose. Mmmmmmm, she smelled incredible. I LOVE tasting pussy, especially my own, so it was a treat for me to reach out with my tongue and lick her wet slit. Meanwhile, I felt Beth’s hair on my stomach as she put her mouth down by my crotch, licking my clit as my mystery man continued to fuck me, still without making another sound after that quick grunt. Let’s see now ... I had a pussy on my face, a dick in my pussy, and a tongue on my clit. Yep, I’d died and gone to heaven!

“I think he’s about to cum,” Beth warned me. No doubt he’d signaled to her and she was relaying the news flash to me. It didn’t matter, he was going to do what he was going to do to me regardless of what I wanted.

Face it, I’d lost all control of what was happening to me long ago when the blindfold was first put on me. Sure enough, a few second later he thrust hard inside of me, pushing his stiff cock deep into my wet pussy and I felt him thrust himself against me time after time as he came inside of me. God, whose sperm was it that was flooding my pussy? Just who was mating me? I wanted so bad to rip off the blindfold but I knew it would only spoil the moment if I did.

After he had cum, he pulled out of me and I felt Beth licking his cum from my pussy as I grunted and pushed it out for her as best I could. Meanwhile, Kristen was fingering her clit as she rode my face and I could tell she was getting herself off as well. I felt overwhelmed as it was like every part of me was being stimulated sexually.

I was exhausted, mentally and physically. Damn, what a birthday present. Well, I may be 23 now but I guess I can still be naive. They weren’t done with me - not yet at least.

“C’mon, roll over slut,” Kristen said, lifting herself off my face and twisting my shoulders.

“Who are you calling a slut, whore?” I teased her back as I somehow found the strength to turn over onto my stomach.

“Up on your knees,” Beth demanded, “C’mon, you don’t fool me. Don’t forget, we’ve both see you do a lot more than this before so quit pretending you’re too tired!”

I grinned at her as I was sure she was doing, even without being able to see her. I figured whoever it was must be wanting to fuck me again and who was I to turn down a nice hard dick. Now more than ever I was convinced it must be one of Kristen’s boys or a stud from Beth’s sex parties as an older guy would have needed some time to get the fires burning again - at least so far as his erection was concerned.

Sure enough, it was no surprise to me when I felt the head of his dick pressing against my pussy from behind. I moved my legs further apart to make it easier for him. As wet as I was and with his first load of cum still draining from me, his dick slipped in easily. Quickly he started to fuck me, stroking at a fast pace, in and out of me. It only took me a few seconds to realize this wasn’t the same guy! His dick just felt different in me, like it was a different size, maybe a little thinner but longer? He also had a different pace than the first guy did. Every guy seems to have his own distinct style when he fucks a girl, whether he realizes it or not. For instance, as many times as my dad had fucked me, I was pretty sure I could pick him out of a “lineup” just by sucking his dick or having him fuck me and recognizing the distinctiveness of his dick.

“Now who’s fucking me?” I couldn’t resist asking, if nothing else to show them I knew what was happening. Let THEM figure out how I knew.

This time it was Beth who answered but with the same message saying, “Nope. Like you were told earlier, tell us who it is and you can take off the blindfold if you’re right.”

“Well, just as before I had no idea whose dick was in me and actually, it was to the point I didn’t even want to know. There was something about having a totally unknown man fucking me that was increasingly erotic the more I did it. It was almost like those videos my dad has of girls at “glory holes” where they suck dicks poking through a hole in the wall and never see the guy, sometimes even backing up to them and fucking them. Well, in my case it was even more erotic as not only didn’t I get to see the guy, I didn’t even get to see or touch his dick!