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The party was raging at Nikolai and Tanner’s house. A couple of dozen friends had shown up to mark the start of the long weekend with kegs of beer and plenty of shots. But of all the guests, the host’s main focus of the evening had been their friends Lars and Layla. They had been travelling in Asia for several months and of course everyone wanted to hear all about it and catch up on missed time. The four of them had been long-time friends and drinking buddies. But their last get together prior to Lars and Layla’s departure remained undiscussed and lingered in the back of all their minds.

Tanner and Layla were especially close friends, and after a few drinks they had occasionally found that friendship exploring new boundaries in the form of or playfighting and, in one case, on a dare, a saucy kiss. But during that last hangout, when the other guests had cleared out after a boisterous going-away party, the guys had walked into the living room to find their partners entwined on the couch. Layla was straddling Tanner, and they were kissing passionately. Both of their tops had been pulled down, revealing Tanner’s lusciously massive J-cups, and Layla’s adorably perky A-cups. Their hands were exploring eagerly.

Lars and Nikolai watched for a couple of minutes, both feeling a bulge forming rapidly in their pants, and neither quite sure what to do. Nikolai was debating whether to suggest joining in, or just to go give his cock to Tanner and see where things went. Then, suddenly, the opportunity passed.

Without warning, Layla jumped up from the couch and sprinted for the washroom, slamming the door shut behind her. The sound of retching began before the door could even close. Lars followed to offer his assistance, and Tanner pulled up her shirt. They waited in silence for a few minutes. Then, finding that Layla was not rallying, decided to head home. Now it had been several months since that night, and it felt somehow so long ago, and yet also very present.

There was something inherently sexual about Layla, but it was neither in her looks, nor her overt actions or words. There was nothing particularly remarkable about her appearance. She had long, wavy blonde hair and plain facial features. She was very small in stature and had a largely curveless figure. Furthermore, nothing in her dress or her behaviour ever so much as hinted at flirtatiousness or sexual expression of any kind. She was matter of fact, intellectual, direct. Yet, in this mysterious and intangible way, she was exuded an aura of sex.

This was of course in stark contradiction to Tanner, who immediately caught eyes and captured interest. It wasn’t just her brightly dyed hair or tattoos, but also her alluringly curvaceous figure. When in the mood, she was not shy of wearing a low-cut top or a seductive dress or of engaging in open flirtation, suggestiveness, or displays of affection with her partner, or approved extras. She was sexy, and nobody was confused as to why.

Nikolai and Lars couldn’t have been much more different either. Nikolai had shortly cropped blonde hair and a thin frame which was usually adorned by band shirts and punk rock gear. Lars, on the other hand, was slightly taller and quite a bit bulkier. He had scruffy black hair and dressed much more conservatively than his friend.

There was also one other difference. While among the women it was Tanner who was the more impressively endowed, among the men it was other couple that had the oversized goods. While Nikolai’s cock was a healthy average size, Lars was a monster. On two occasions, whilst waiting for their partners to return from a smoke break, and after several drinks, Layla had complained to Nikolai about her boyfriend’s huge member. He was too big for her, she had confided. And to make matters worse, he took forever to cum. She believed this was due to discomfort because she was too small but said he had denied this. She wanted advice, which Nikolai tried to offer despite his embarrassment: try more lube, more foreplay, finish him off another way… she seemed to have already tried it all. He wanted to offer his normal sized cock as a solution, but that wouldn’t fix her problem and would probably cause him one of his own.

Still, because of these discussions, her drunken behaviour with Tanner, and a smattering of other passing incidents, Nikolai knew that somewhere beneath the conservative veneer there was something to that intangible sex aura. He hoped that one day he would see it in action.

For the moment they were all standing in a circle in Tanner and Nikolai’s kitchen, sipping cold beers with a few other friends. It was getting late, and a number of the partygoers had already drifted off home or to another event. There was still beer in the kegs and the remaining guests seemed to have plenty of life left in them.

A group of women had gathered in the living room and were trading dating horror stories. One had Been on a Tinder date at a restaurant, and run into another of her recent dates in the process. Another had fled abruptly from a lovely Italian dinner when diarrhea struck. Still another had taken a date home and just finished a romp between the sheets only then to notice the indent of a missing wedding ring on his left hand. Now their friend Robyn, who was visibly profoundly inebriated, was sharing her tale of a date with a mammoth cock.

“He pulled down his pants and it was like a rolling pin dangling down there,” she laughed. “He had this look on his face like I should be impressed, and I kind of was, but not as much as I was scared!” She was laughing so hard now she could hardly speak at all, and the rest of the cohort was in no better shape.

Without thinking, Nikolai glanced at Layla. She did the same, their eyes locked for a split second and then quickly darted away. But it was too late. Having had her fair share of the keg, Layla began to laugh, joining the chorus a few feet away in the living room.

Robyn noticed her and hollered over the tumult. “You’ve been there too?” Layla tried to stop herself and transition back into the discussion in her own circle, but her eyes darted involuntarily toward Lars as she did so, and the crowd on the couch noticed.

Their eyes all turned salaciously toward Lars, and just like that he found himself unwittingly dragged into their lewd and inane banter. “And he’s here with the tiniest girl in the place!” exclaimed one utterly hammered guest. “Ouch!” laughed another. Robyn, despite having started the whole thing, realized that perhaps things were now crossing a line and managed to move the discussion along to a new topic. After a few minutes, the topic had been successfully changed much to the relief of Layla, and Lars.

A couple more hours passed. Now most of the guests had departed, leaving only Lars and Layla, Robyn, and her friend Emily remaining along with the hosts. Nikolai attempted to refill his beer cup, but found the keg empty, sputtering out nothing but foam.

He scratched his head and walked to the bar, where he poured a round of shots for those who were still standing. Everyone still seemed energetic and in good spirits, but at this time of night and with this amount of alcohol that could change at any moment. Of the lot of them, Lars seemed to be the shakiest. He had imbibed heavily earlier on and was now propping himself up along the kitchen counter. He took his shot and shook his head violently as he swallowed it down, weaving slightly as he did. Finally, he excused himself and wandered calmly toward the washroom. Nikolai anticipated he would puke and rally and poured him another shot pre-emptively.

Tanner and Layla declined, and went outside for a cigarette. Nikolai continued pouring shots for himself and the remaining guests. A few minutes later, Lars returned. Nikolai glanced at him and nodded toward the shot. Lars took it, and immediately put it down the hatch.

“I wonder if he’s drunk enough to whip out that gigantic cock,” a giggling Emily whispered to Robyn. However, her judgement of volume was severely impaired by this time, and her whisper was in fact fully audible to everyone in the room. Nikolai jumped in with an attempt to bypass the awkwardness of the situation and hopefully move on to something else. “He bats hardball with it on the weekends,” Nikolai quipped, “If you want to see it, just go down to the park and take a look.” “I bet he hits a home run every time,” Robyn replied. “All the other players are envious of his bat, even if it is above regulation size,” Nikolai confirmed. “You must be too then,” Emily teased. “Most mortal men would be, but I hold my own,” he replied, immediately aware of his poor choice of words. “We’re sure you do, frequently,” Robyn laughed.

Nikolai poured Lars and himself another shot and pushed the bottle across the counter to the women. He threw his shot down the hatch, and Lars followed suit. No doubt it was the alcohol talking, but now he felt a tinge of irritation with Robyn and Emily and their goading. This, mixed with a semi-conscious desire to escalate the situation, led to his next words. “Why don’t you just show them, since they’re clearly so hard up?” he asked Lars.

Lars looked stunned and embarrassed for a moment, but then a new wave of intoxication seemed to wash over him, and he found himself unbuckling his belt. When Tanner and Layla walked in the door a moment later, they found Lars like a well-endowed Winnie the Pooh, wearing only his t-shirt.

His flaccid cock was long and thick, surrounded by a moderate bush of black hair, and resting over a slightly asymmetrical pair of pendulous, round balls. Nikolai tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help but think this thing was probably as big soft as his was hard.

“Oh my god Lars,” Layla laughed as she walked into the room. “Sorry, I may have helped incite this,” Nikolai admitted. Tanner simply stared at him for a moment and then poured herself another shot.

Robyn and Emily retreated from the room, suddenly feeling very awkward with Layla in the room. They put on a movie whispered to one another, with Robyn frequently pleading with her friend to keep her voice down.

Lars, on the other hand, seemed to have caught a second wind. He announced he was going out for a smoke. Still pants less, he slipped on his shoes and stepped outside onto the porch. Nikolai sighed and shook his head but followed in pursuit. Layla and Tanner did the same.

Outside they all lit up cigarettes. Layla and Tanner, having just had one, smoked theirs quickly while complaining of the cold. It really was cold. Nikolai was also shivering slightly, but Lars seemed unfazed. Nikolai glanced down casually and found that even in the chill he was still pretty impressive.

Layla and Tanner butted out and headed inside. There they found Emily and Robyn passed out on the couch. Tanner turned off the TV, and the living room lights. When she returned to the kitchen Layla walked quickly toward her. She pulled her close and planted her lips on Tanner’s. “How are you feeling?” Tanner asked her lightly when their lips finally parted. “Horny, and not sick,” Layla replied. They kissed again, and Tanner led her to the bedroom.

When Nikolai and Lars re-entered the house, there was nobody to be seen, aside from the sleeping guests on the living room couch. They looked at each other in confusion, but only for a moment. It was then that their heard the sounds of rustling sheets, hushed voices, and squeaking bed springs coming from down the hall. Silently, they approached the master bedroom.

When they entered the room, they were greeted by a scattered pile of discarded clothing. Tanner was laying on the bed, fully nude, and Layla was nestled between her thighs, enthusiastically eating out her wet pussy.

The two men were now in a familiar situation. They watched intently, both considering what to do next. Nikolai’s eyes once again shot downward briefly and found Lars’s cock not yet erect but growing. He felt his own bulge forming inside his jeans.

Layla was the first to wave them over, then Tanner also called for them to join. They glanced at each other once again, and neither found the other to be opposed. Lars removed his shirt and climbed onto the bed. Tanner gestured for him to join her at the head of the bed.

Nikolai quickly began stripping off his clothes. As he climbed onto the bed, he watched Tanner’s soft lips stretching around Lars’ huge member. She began to suck him, her lips sliding up and down near the tip as she gradually worked his swelling penis into her mouth.

He turned his attention to Layla, whose scrawny pale ass and thin pink slit seemed call for him, gyrating slightly as she devoured his partner. He gripped her hip with his left hand and used his right to rub the tip of his erection against her labia. She was already wet. He pushed himself inside her. Her pussy felt hot, and tight. It was no wonder she had trouble with Lars’ huge rod if she felt like this around his.

He placed his other hand on her waist and began to fuck her, gradually pushing himself deeper with his firm thrusts until his sack slapped against her with each push. He heard Tanner’s muffled moan and looked up, expecting to see Lars cumming in her skilled mouth. But it was Tanner who was cumming, moaning on Lars’ stiff pole while Layla’s tongue worked its magic. He bared down, intensifying his thrusts, fucking her face-first into Tanner’s crotch.

Soon Tanner and Layla were ready to switch positions. Now Nikolai positioned himself by Layla’s waiting mouth, while Lars proceeded to push his huge, throbbing erection into Tanner’s juicy cunt. “That felt good,” Layla told Nikolai as her tongue began to flick across the tip of his hardon. He knew her words were carefully chosen, given their previous conversations which were unknown to the others. As she began to suck him off, he heard Tanner moaning louder and louder. Lars was now sinking his cock nearly balls deep inside of her, and stretching her to the limit. She was walking a fine line between pleasure and pain, but he was hitting the right spots. In fact, she thought he must be hitting all the spots. Soon she was shaken by another thunderous orgasm. He continued to fuck her undeterred.

Meanwhile Layla was giving Nikolai’s member a thorough tongue bath. Having already licked and sucked his cock for a time, she had moved down to his balls. She gently sucked first his left testicle, then the right. She then slid her tongue under his sack, allowing it to rest on her lips while her tongue caressed his taint, reaching back toward his ass. Her tongue slid back over his package, reaching his tip. She kissed his knob, and a string of sticky precum followed her lips as she lifted her head up to face him. He stared up at him for a moment, jerking his cock while Tanner moaned desperately, cumming for a third time as Lars plowed her hole.

“I want to ride your cock,” Layla told Nikolai. With that they rearranged themselves once again on the bed. Nikolai laid down in Layla’s spot and she sunk herself all the way onto his erection before beginning to slam her tight pussy onto him faster and faster. Meanwhile, Tanner lay down beside him, spreading her legs wide and welcoming Lars’ still rock-hard dick back inside of her.

Layla leaned forward, placing her hands on Nikolai’s chest. Now her legs weren’t moving her up and down his cock, her hips were going the work. They slid her up and down his shaft in a slow and steady movement. The suction from her tight vagina brought him close to the breaking point, but he managed to hold back. He had noticed that she had not orgasmed yet, despite his and Tanner’s efforts, and he didn’t want to ruin her chance now. He heard her gasp softly and carefully maintain her position, bringing herself down deeper and harder than before. Her gasps intensified as she continued to pick up speed until finally, he felt her nails press into his skin, and her body collapse onto his. The nipples of her tiny breasts bounced up and down on his chest with each deep inhale and exhale. He felt a series of contractions around his cock and a rush of warm fluid as she ejaculated on his penis.

“That is not easy to accomplish,” Lars noted, while Tanner, whose pussy had reached its limit, stroked his cock onto her tongue. “It’s really hard to make me cum,” Layla agreed as she caught her breath. “Well then I’m glad I managed to hang on long enough,” Nikolai said with a smile, “that was a challenge in itself.” “You’ve both held on long enough,” Tanner agreed, still stroking Lars' erection into her mouth.

Tanner and Layla sat down on the bed beside one another, their partners’ oozing erections dangling above them. Layla took Nikolai in her mouth. Then she began to toy with Tanner’s pussy with one hand while the other assisted her mouth with Nikolai’s cock. Tanner followed her lead. They took turns sucking and licking, sometimes tag teaming one or the other, sometimes splitting their efforts.

When they were sure that both their partners were both about to burst, they leaned back and began kissing and masturbating one another while their men jacked themselves off furiously. It was Lars who let loose first. Layla heard his moans intensifying and knew it was time. She turned to face him, mouth open, tongue out, and pulled Tanner into position beside her. Thick, white spurts of warm cum splashed across their faces. They turned to Nikolai began to kiss one another over the swollen tip of his hard cock. In a matter of instants, he came hard on their mouths. They backed off and allowed the rest of his orgasm to splatter across their faces and chests. They resumed kissing and fingering one another’s tingling, slippery mounds.

Nikolai and Lars found themselves where they had begun, watching in silence. A few minutes passed by while their partners explored one another with their fingers, found their G-spots, and brought each other to orgasm. Nikolai smiled and climbed off the bed. Remembering at the last minute that there were others asleep in the house, he put on his housecoat, and went to the bathroom to get a couple of towels. After cleaning up the four of them curled up naked in the bed and quickly fell asleep. It was a warm welcome home.