The Phantom

It was nine o’clock at night and Babe was looking hotter than ever. She had been getting ready for my special little treat for her since around six. We have been with each other for seven years now and I had asked her if she had ever considered or fantasized about being with more than one man. She hesitantly admitted that she had in fact dreamed about what it would be like to have more than one cock wanting to ravish her. Not so much the cock itself, but the lust driven desires of the men that owned them. Tonight, she would fulfill this fantasy.

Babe is a tall woman. She stands right at six feet tall. She has shoulder length blonde hair, deep emerald green eyes and legs that go from her feet and travel a mile to her promised land. Her breasts are a healthy thirty nine, C cup, and all natural. Tonight she was wearing a very short, black mini skirt that rode about three inches below her firm butt cheeks. Her legs were covered with sheer black nylons, the kind that don’t require a garter belt, and she had on four inch spike heels. This made her legs seem as though they went on forever as they disappeared under the hem of the skirt. Her blouse was a ruffled front button up, that she always left unbuttoned to her massive cleavage. Damn, I’m drooling just thinking about that sight.

It so happened that her “treat” was going to take place at a Halloween costume party. One of my best buds was throwing this party and he always has the kind of bashes that spur on well into the night. I had mentioned to him about Babes fantasy. He told me that he would invite two more of our friends to help me give her a dream come true. What are friends for? 

When we arrived at his posh estate, there must have been fifty or so other people there. All were dressed to the nines as far as costumes go. I don’t think that there were any that duplicated another. For the next three hours, we mingled, drank and danced. Around one a.m. we noticed that there were only five people left. Me, my best bud Oz, and Mike and Jim, and of course, Babe.

Oz was dressed up as a hockey goalie for the Detroit Redwings, complete with an old fashioned style hockey mask, the kind like in the horror movies. Mike was dressed as a construction worker, complete with hard hat, no shirt, frayed at the waist tight fitting Levi jeans and a tool belt. Mike had the body of a construction worker with chiseled arms and a five o’clock shadow on his outdoorsy face.

Jim was dressed like a Chippendale Dancer, which he fit very well. He was in fine physical shape, from many hours at the gym. His pants were shiny spandex that showed every ripple of muscle and healthy lump in his crotch. Of course, he had no shirt on, only a choker collar that was studded with spikes around his thick neck.

Me? I was dressed as the Phantom of the opera, complete with the half facial mask and a satin cloak. Who else would escort such a delectable creature such as Babe to a party than the Phantom?

Oz turned off the outside lights and then invited us back to his card room. He had designed and built this room himself. The walls were dark rich wood with a fireplace on one side. The warm glow of the fire was inviting. In the center of the room was a round card table, just large enough to seat four players. The table was covered with a thick black felt and the rim was adorned with padded leather for the arm rests. All of the chairs were on casters, swiveled, and very comfortable for sitting for lengthy periods of time. The unique thing about this table was, the top could spin, just like a huge Lazy Susan you would find in a cupboard. Other than the fireplace, there was a spotlight mounted on the ceiling above the table, capable of being dimmed and brightened, that was the only lighting in the room 

We stood chatting as Oz turned on his stereo system. He had loaded the CD player with nothing but slow sultry music. By now, we had all had a good buzz going, including Babe. Mike reached into his tool belt and pulled out a hooter, lit it, and passed it to Jim. We all took turns with the joint until it was nothing but paper and ash. The pot seemed to level our ringing buzzes from the liquor and sent our senses back into a keen state of mind. 

Babe was off to the side by the glow of the fireplace swaying her hips to the slow beat of the music. All of us stopped talking at the same time, and just watched as she fell into her own little world, as she danced seductively. 

I broke our trances when I suggested to Babe, that she dance on the table for us. She smiled like a Cheshire cat and danced in beat with the tune over to me. She sauntered all around me, touching me, tracing little lines on my chest and body with her fingers. Then she did the same to Oz, then Mike, and Jim. She seemed like a cat toying with her prey. Soon she would learn that she would become the prey.

Oz, still wearing his goalie mask, helped Babe to step up on the chair, then onto the table top. By now, she was completely into her dancing as she swayed her hips side to side while her hands ran up and down her long legs, inside of her thighs. The four of us sat down at the edge of the table in the plush chairs. We were getting our very own personalized table dance from Babe. 

With her legs as long as they were and her short black skirt, none of us had any difficulty seeing underneath the hem line. I admit, I was a bit surprised that she was not wearing any panties. As the tunes changed into something with a harder beat, so did Babe. By now she was leaning forward, resting her hands on her knees, keeping her long legs straight. Her skirt rode up above her firm sweet ass cheeks. We could see the cleft of her pouting pussy lips when she did. 

Oz unlocked the table top and slowly began to spin it. This gave all of us a great view of her strip tease. Her blonde hair hung down as she was leaning forward and when the table turned her past my face, I could feel the light wisp of her hair as well as the soft delicious scent that wafted from her. When she was spun around to the opposite end from me, I could smell the redolence of her sex as well as see the moisture seeping onto her puffy lips. It was highly erotic and my cock grew to tinsel strength in a matter of seconds. 

Apparently, she was having the same effect on the others. Oz stood up and began removing his hockey pants. When he did, his ten inch cock sprang out straight ahead, fully charged with lust for Babe. I watched as Babes gaze held onto the sight of his thick large member as she spun slowly on the table. 

At the same time, Mike stood up and removed the frayed worn Levi jeans that he wore. His cock sprang forward from the denim confines. His cock was shorter than Oz’s by two inches, but was thicker. Jim tugged at his shiny spandex pants, too. However, no one needed to see Jim strip to know that he was aroused. The once clumped up lump in his crotch was now silhouetted against the tight spandex, stretching along his meaty thigh. I am guessing that his length must have been a good eight inches. In a second, Babe saw him too, in his fully aroused naked state.

Seeing my sweetie leering at the cocks that now pointed at her as she slowly spun atop the felt table top, along with her superb dancing skills, had me at my full erectness as well. I pulled my slacks off and stood there feeling a bit intimidated with only seven inches jutting straight out, compared to my friends sizes. That was short lived, though. 

There we were, Me standing nude from the waist down, still wearing my satin cape and Phantom mask, Oz wearing nothing but his Redwings jersey and hockey mask, Mike wearing only his work boots, tool belt and hard hat, and Jim totally nude except for his spiked choker collar. I could see the excitement in Babes glazed eyes as she took in our costumed maleness as she continued to slowly spin on the table. 

I lifted a hand and assisted her to remove her skirt. She then quickly lifted the ruffled blouse over her head and unfastened her lacy bra with two fingers. When her ample breasts bounced to a still state, nipples jutting outward, I heard Mike and Jim moan with a hungered passion. 

Now, Babe was standing on the table, nude, wearing only her spiked heels. Her pussy had been shaved smooth. The folds of her lips glistened with excitement in the flickering flames of the fire. Her nude frame pirouetted as she slowly spun on the revolving table top. I helped her lay down on her back onto the thick black felt of the table. What a sight! Her smooth lightly tanned flesh laying against the backdrop of the black felt only made her seem that much more enticing. 

Oz pushed a button under the table and the top stopped spinning. He told us that the top was on free spin now. That meant we could spin Babe in any direction that we wanted, whenever we wanted. Now it was a true lazy Susan. Seeing how Babe was My woman, I took first liberty on her. I spun the table top around until her bent spread legs were in front of me. I sat down in the plush chair, making her wet pussy at a perfect level with my face. 
I wasted no time. I placed my hands against her pussy and used my thumbs to spread her moist lips apart, revealing her wet pink opening and budding clit. I took a long slow lick from her tight rosebud up between her slit, then grazing with a firm tongue over her hard clit. Babe moaned as my hot tongue sliced through her folds like a hot knife through soft butter. 

Instinctively, I sucked her hard flesh trigger into my hungry mouth and tugged gently. Her hips rose up from the felt table, following the tugging of my mouth. I swabbed her clit with my tongue as I held it in my mouth with its suction. I pulled back enough for her clit to pop from my assault. I felt her thighs quiver with the sensation. I delved right back onto her vulnerable clit as soon as it popped free. Lapping like a dog at a bowl of warm milk, I attacked her seeping twat. I slid a finger to her rosebud and applied light pressure at the very instant when she came. As her thighs quaked, my tongue lapped at her hard twitching clit and my persistent finger gained entry into her tight ass at the same exact time. Babe wailed as her wave of passion flowed from her pussy onto my squandering tongue. I tongue fucked her sweet convulsing hole while she rode her crest of lust.

On the opposite end of her was Oz. He had been feeding her his ten inch cock. She had all but about four inches of him in her hungry mouth, with one of her free hands grasping at his heavy balls. Mike was suckling on one breast while Jim was sucking the other. All of this attention while I was licking and sucking her to her first climax. 

I grabbed a soft terry cloth towel and wiped away the thick spit and her slippery pussy juice from her ripe twat. I spun the table and waited for the next man to stop her when he wanted to. The table spun once completely around before her pussy was now in front of Jim. I watched as he dove down and began his oral torment on her pussy.