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is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them
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Rice Crispie Treats (M+F)
It was at a costume party when she first saw them. They
were eerily familiar but she couldn’t quite place them.
“Who are they?” she queried when she cornered Tracy, her friend
giving the party.
“No idea…probably some friends of friends. You know how our Halloween
parties are.” She shrugged and left Kelly alone.
Tracy’s parties were legendary, even as far back as high school.
Large potluck affairs that were overflowing with people from all different
cliques. Over the years, Kelly had seen some mighty strange combinations…Like
when Frannie, the classic blonde bimbo cheerleader decided to dump her equally
classic football hero boyfriend for Ned. Kelly smirked. Oh, Ned was
in a class by himself, there was no way she could describe him to someone
who didn’t know him. He musta been good though, cuz you could hear
Frannie screeching throughout the house,
“Fuck me, you stud! Give it to me!” That was one of the
As they got older, the crowd changed, but the feeling didn’t.
You never quite knew what would happen--only that it would be a surprise.
But back to the mystery at hand. The three were obviously here
together. Their costumes while not matching, were the same basic pattern.
They wore different hats. One was dressed in yellow, one in red, one in blue.
They were some sort of uniform, but not one Kelly knew of. They weren’t the
tallest guys in the room but they were definitely cute. Perhaps she’d introduce
Kelly wandered over to the potluck table. There was an overabundance
of brownies this year scattered throughout the table. A box of jello. Unmade
jello? It figured. A fruit platter and off to one side a platter of rice
crispie treats. After adding a few strawberries to her plate, she reached
for one of the treats. Looked a bit different—creamier. Huh, someone
must be testing a new recipe. As her fingers touched it, she felt
the chill radiate from it. Who ever heard of refrigerating these? Ah well.
She turned from the table and looked around.
She saw Tracy leaning against the stone fireplace, flirting with
a tall well-built man wearing a kilt and not much else. He had a shaved head,
so no idea what color his hair would be. Ray was over in the corner
sitting in the recliner wearing a toga and a laurel crown. He watched as
two college age women fought over who had better tits. You know they’re
gonna be topless by the end of the next drink. Not like Ray will mind,
she smirked. But her eyes always returned to the trio of men.
They were off in the corner, by themselves. One had dark
hair, one had pretty-boy perfect blonde hair, and oh, god—one was a redhead.
Kelly had a thing for redheads. She meandered through the crowd. She
said hello to those she knew and introduced herself to those she didn’t.
It was as she moved about that she finally bit into the rice crispie treat
“Wow, these are good! Sweet and salty, kinda like Bob’s margueritas.
I’ll have to remember that some salt will make these taste better.”
She’d made her way around the room, but she still hadn’t met up
with the trio. Kelly was feeling pretty good by this point…the liquor
had been flowing pretty steadily all evening.
She found her way back to the table, and grabbed the last two
rice crispie treats. Might as well enjoy them, since it isn’t likely I’m
going to get the recipe. No one seems to know who brought them.
She searched the room again, having a bit of difficulty focusing.
Where’d they go? Tracy was sitting on the lap of the guy wearing the kilt,
each trying to suck the breath out of the other. By the way Tracy was swaying
in his lap, Kelly’d guess that he was winning. She felt pretty witty
so she knew she must be tipsy. The college girls were indeed dancing
on topless on the oak coffee table in front of Ray who was all grins. Two
of the guys who came dressed as pirates were lambada’ing in front of the
stairs, where you could hear the sounds of more bacchanalian rites being
performed above them.
There they were! Across the room, she finally spotted them. She
weaved her way between the couples in various states of undress and sauntered
up before them.
“Hi, I’m Kelly, and I’ll be your cruise director this evening.”
The guys looked at each other and chuckled.
“Well, howdy there. We are three bakers, at your service.” Answered
the one in the red jacket as he bowed slightly.
“All three of you? Wow. Lucky me!” Kelly replied coyly. “You wouldn’t
be responsible for these, would you?” she asked as she bit into the treat,
“After all, you ARE bakers. I’ve been asking around, and no one seems to
The blonde looked mischievious. “Oh, you liked those, huh?
The Original recipe. Perhaps you’d like us to teach it to you?”
“Absolutely! These are awesome. What’s different? The salt?”
Kelly caught a look pass between them.
“Something like that. Would you like to help us in harvesting
it?” he asked as the three moved closer to her.
Kelly swayed drunkenly against the redhead. “Sure, anything for
you guys,” she winked up at him.
It didn’t take long for the quartet to make their way across the
room into the comparative quiet of the kitchen, as hands scoped out each
other’s necessary parts. Kelly’s eyes bulged as she measured the cocks contained
beneath their slacks.
For a moment, sanity broke in, and Kelly questioned herself.
Yeah, I’m drunk, but three guys? Okay, so I have the hots for the redhead.
Then she reconsidered, realizing that all three of them had been drawing
her attention all night long.
She turned in the arms of the redhead, kissing him while wrapping
her arms around his neck. She could feel one of them kissing the back of
her neck as they removed her jaunty little cruise director’s cap. She felt
herself being lifted and placed upon the kitchen table. She tugged
at his jacket and only broke the kiss to remove it.
Clothes were flying, (she noticed dimly that one of the hats ended
up in the pot rack and a pair of boxers ended up in the huge peace plant
in the corner.)
Very little was said as the men moved about Kelly’s naked body.
Kisses became feverish sucking as her body squirmed under the harsh glare
of the kitchen light. She was unaware of who was doing what, only the lovely
feeling of mouths and cocks pressed against her, against her mound, against
her mouth, against her tits. She was in a haze between the drunkenness
and sexual fervor.
She sloppily sucked in the cock at her mouth and grinned at the
harsh moan it elicited. Her bottom wiggled as the cock at her opening pressed
into her, jerking her against the table. Hands skimmed her body, as she squirmed
and moaned. One of them was nibbling on her nipples. She lost the thread
of her consciousness. It didn’t take long for her to begin to shudder in
climax, wailing her glee into the cock in her mouth. The men shifted places,
and began again. The second cock was a bit wider than the first, but about
the same length, filling her mouth with its heat.
Whoever was bounding her cunt was wilder than the first. The legs
of the table could be heard screeching across the tile floor, almost matching
pitch with the screeches erupting from between Kelly’s lips and the cock.
Suddenly her mouth filled with salty cum. She swallowed, slurping
against the quickly deflating cock. Opening her eyes, she smiled, as she
saw it was the redhead. He fell back, as the other two continued their
attention to her body.
The dark haired one nudged her lips, being the last to indulge
there. His head stretched her lips wide, forcing her jaw open. Her
eyes opened wide, not sure she would be able to contain it. His hands came
up to her face, pressing insistently against her mouth, until his head popped
into her mouth.
While this was happening, the blonde continued to pound away forcefully
at her pussy. He held her thighs against his chest. Faster and faster he
moved, until Kelly was lost once again in the sensations. The cock
in her mouth just wouldn’t go any further than the head, however. Words passed
between the two, and they switched places. The blonde’s cock slid easily
between her lips, and she voraciously sucked on it as her hand came up to
squeeze his balls. She grinned at his deep groan. The cock at her pussy pressed
slightly and she stiffened at the memory of the girth. He pressed it in slowly.
“Damn, you’re wet and tight!”
She opened her eyes again and noticed the blonde watching his
friend begin to fuck her slowly. His movements began to jerk and she had
a bit more warning this time as his cock expanded in her mouth.
Her mouth once again flooded with salty sweet cum. It was then
her muddled mind put the facts together and realized what the missing ingredient
was. The cock fell limply from her mouth after she had sucked it clean.
Now her eyes were focused on the last one left, feeling his thickness press
into her depths slowly. His gaze locked with hers and he picked up
the tempo. Lost in the sensations, she had to break eye contact first,
her body torturously contorting across the table, as orgasm after orgasm
made her body spasm. Soon, all that could be heard in the room was
the rhythmic slap of wet skin on wet skin, Kelly’s insensate murmurs and
his harsh breathing. His strokes became longer, deeper stronger and Kelly
was nearly unconscious with pleasure.
He pulled his cock out quickly as it spasmed and spewed creamy
cum across her sweat glistening torso. It became too much for Kelly,
and she passed out.
“Kel” Tracy shook her friend’s shoulder. “Kelly!”
“Wow.” Kelly murmured in awe as she came to.
“Kel, what are you still doing here? I thought you went home last
“Do you remember the three guys I asked you about last night?”
Kelly sat up, cum dried over her skin.
“The short ones? Yeah. Never did find out who they were for ya.”
“Sokay. I made their acquaintance. Boy, did I make their acquaintance!”
“All three of them, Kel? Wow. Making my party live up to its reputation,
huh? Ever find out what the hell they were supposed to be?”
Kelly just grinned at Tracy. She didn’t say a word.
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