0 comments/ 52934 views/ 0 favorites Private Party By: thehierophant “Hi James,” you say cheerily when you find me sitting alone on the middle landing of the stairs. “Hi Megan,” I answer from where I sit leaning against the wall. “Get too noisy for you in there as well?” “Yeah,” you reply, glancing back downstairs to where the noise of the party echoes from. “Mind if I join you?” “Not at all.” I start to move aside, to make room for you to sit beside me, but you say “It’s okay, I’ll just sit in here,” and lower yourself to sit between my legs with your back leaning against my chest. I put my arms around your shoulders and pull you into a close embrace. Immediately I worry that I have pushed the bounds of acceptable behaviour, but you seem to snuggle in closer, so I hold onto you as I breathe in the fragrance of your subtle perfume. We sit there for many long moments, none of us saying a word, both of us comfortably enjoying the peace and mutual trust of the moment. You close your eyes and allow your full weight to relax back against me, your head resting on my shoulder, you face slightly turned in towards mine. Your hands reach up and find mine, our fingers interlock, and you guide one of my hands away from your shoulder, wrapping my arm around your waist. This allows me to hold you even tighter and closer, and also makes me more conscious of the soft swell of your breasts, the gentle shape of your abdomen and the inviting curve of your hips. For some reason, this heightened physical awareness also enhances your fragrance, and the desire I have been feeling for you grows stronger and more urgent. I sit there holding you, with my pulse quickening and my breath becoming short and rapid. The noise of the party downstairs fades away into the background as all of my senses become keyed on you, and you alone. As I feel desire overwhelm me, I hope that you are feeling the same. And you are. You lie there between my legs, feeling comfortable and safe in my arms, the soft heat of desire building in your core and rising slowly to the surface to warm your body in its glow. You can feel my breath on your cheek, our faces are so close, and your own breathing is now matching mine in its raggedness and urgency. Without any of us seeming to move, without anyone seeming to be the instigator, our lips touch. My head is leaning forward and yours backward, and our mouths are opening to meet each other, tongues stretching out to intertwine, breath and wetness to mix as one, and lips to bond like perfect partners. Long, hard and passionate we kiss, each lost in the pleasure of acceptance and opening by the other. Our hands start to drift, to run over each other; me massaging your soft flesh, cupping the bulge of your breasts and tweaking the increasing hardness of you nipples, feeling the length of you legs and tickling the inside of your thighs, working up the courage to touch the very centre of your warmth and desire; you rubbing the strength of my legs, feeling the security of my solid body, tracing your fingertips round the slight roughness of my stubbled cheeks and shaved head. You become aware of the growing hardness beneath you, pressing into your back, as the arousal of your closeness pushes blood into my cock. We kiss and touch, share the trust and willingness we have for each other for as long as we can both bare it, then we brake apart. Our faces come away from each other, but our limbs stay interlocked. We stop because we both know that we want to go so much farther than we can sitting here. But my willpower fails, and I can resist no longer. My hand traces its way up the inside of your thigh, runs right onto the bulge of your pussy. My fingertips grip the zipper of your trousers and pull it down slowly. My other arm wraps around you to hold you close. My finger slides inside your open zipper, runs down the length of your pussy, tracing the shape of your lips under your panties, then slowly back up again to that tender stop at the top, where my fingertip presses harder. I skillfully open the button above your open zipper, and push my hand under the elastic of your panties. My middle finger slides between your lips as your juices lubricate the way, and I slowly stroke you down and up, pushing further into the depth of your softness every time my hand descends, and pressing harder against your clit every time my hand rises. I add a circular motion to the down-and-up action, sending the pleasure wider into you, drawing out more wetness and warmth. My dick is aching in my pants, swollen to its full size but pressed flat under your weight. Just the motion of your body as you writhe under the pleasure of my finger is going to make me cum soon. So I stop. “Ohhhh….don’t stop!” you whisper urgently, “I’m so close!” “Let’s go somewhere more private,” I suggest as I pull my hand out of your panties “Okay,” you agree, pushing yourself up to your feet, pulling me up behind you. We walk quickly up the stairs, holding hands, dragging each other in our haste to continue, to reach the end of what we have started. We open three doors before we find a bedroom, enter and close the door. In the gloom of the room, illuminated only by the soft moonlight through the window, you look even more beautiful than ever. I reach out for you as you stretch your arms up round my neck, and we pull together in another passionate kiss. Before long though, we brake apart again, and move towards the bed, knowing that we don’t have much time, that we must hurry, get rid of the burning passion and leave the future to take care of the more tender moments. We pull at each others’ clothing, and before we reach the bed we are both topless. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fall into a sitting position. You open your legs to allow me some room to come closer. Reaching up, you unzip my manhood, and allow my full length to spring out, pointing straight at your face. Without any hesitation you wrap your hand around my shaft and take my head in your mouth. You quickly work me up to full hardness, then release me to lie back flat on the bed. I grab your ankles to raise your legs, then pull your trousers off, just sliding them right over the top of your shoes. I then lean forward and remove your moist panties. I drop to my knees, put your legs over my shoulders and lower my tongue to your pussy. I drive my mouth in as hard and far as it will go, pushing the tip of my tongue deep into your wetness, licking at your softness and slurping up your juices as they flow out. Once I am sure you are as soft and wet as I am hard and erect, I rise. You keep your legs raised, knees bent and spread wide in invitation. I stay on my knees, edge forward, pull you down the bed until your dripping pussy hangs over the edge. Without wasting any more time, I plunge into where we both need to go to get rid of the desire that is consuming us. With a single thrust I push my entire length into your waiting hole, driving my shaft the full length of its pleasure, giving both of us the initial rush that we so badly need. You gasp once, and I moan softly. Then we both remember we are in a non-private place, in someone elses house, hidden in a bedroom upstairs from a party full of people. Slowly I pull out, almost all of the way, then thrust strongly back in again. A few times I repeat the motion, slowly out, almost all of the way, them a powerful thrust back in. We both fight to control our moans and gasps, the need for silence adding to the excitement and urgency. Gradually I increase my pace as you start to lift and swing your hips in time with me. I put my arms under your legs to help support their weight, and we sway together in perfect harmony, lost in the pleasure of each other, enjoying at last what we have both wanted for so long. As I feel my climax approaching I see your body tense as yours does as well. Sweat shines in the moonlight on both of our bodies, every muscle in both of our bodies is tense and shaking, from the core to the surface of both of our bodies a shudder of ultimate pleasure shakes us as one, and my cum flows forth to mix with the juices of your own ecstasy. Our fluids flow together to mix as a single entity, just as our lives have now flooded together in a shared moment of decisive satisfaction. As the strength fades from my body I fall forward, to lie with your limbs wrapped around me. We kiss and stroke each other as our sweat runs onto the bed below our bodies. Eventually the chill of the night starts to penetrate the glow of our passion, and we have to move. I draw my now receding cock from you, and we rise to our feet. We help each other dress, pausing frequently to touch, stroke, kiss, hold or simply to look at each other. Once we are dressed, we sneak from the room, and return to the party downstairs. We both know where we will be going that night once the party ends. Now that the barrier has been breached, and the initial burning desire has had the chance to burn out, we can enjoy each other more fully, slowly, lovingly and tenderly. We both know that neither of us will get much sleep this night. Private Party Private Party The party had been going for some time when Josh arrived, he planned to arrive late, taste a few of the snacks, say hi to the host and hostess and then leave early. He was never one for much drinking or crowds. Josh had survived the holiday party season, the spring break insanities and the "thank God our children have finally graduated bashes" in early summer. This was a fourth of July picnic that moved indoors when the rains came. Josh, still a bit wet from the quick dash from his car noticed most of the party-goers had dried off a bit. After circulating around the room with a few hellos to friends and some more nods to acquaintances he moved to the make-shift serving line. Spotting the smoked salmon, he passed over most of the fruits and vegetables for the more delectable fare. Careful not to look like a glutton, he took several slices, glanced around, and then added a few more. As he moved away from the table, he quickly put a couple of the slices in his mouth so his plate didn’t look too full. Realizing he still hadn’t seen the host or hostess yet, he continued wandering though the two rooms were the party seemed to be centralized. Dr. Johnston, a professor at the nearby college, had a very large house which he opened to his students, faculty, staff and a few choice friends twice a year. Josh, who consulted on construction projects for the school, had missed the Christmas party, so he wanted to be sure to talk to Dr. Johnston and his wife Wendy. Wendy was on the college’s building committee and had worked closely with Josh during their recent expansion bond offerings, together they had selected the architects and worked closely with the contractors during construction. Though Josh found Wendy somewhat attractive, he found himself drawn into a friendship because of her unique personality. Very outspoken, Wendy was in her element in meetings with architects and contractors. She had a way of sitting in a seemingly confused silence while a number of people heatedly argued a point and when things reached their worst she’d lean forward and calmly, in her sweetest southern belle drawl, say, “Now gentleman, just tell me exactly who is bullshitting whom?” And from the stunned silence, while nearly everyone squirmed uncomfortably, she would continue, “No please, don’t answer that. Let’s get down to the real problem here.” At which time she would easily dissect the problem, leafing through the construction documents as a biblical scholar leafs through religious texts and dictate a solution that no one dared question. Josh had the immense joy of witnessing the event and accompanying her as she got up and strolled out of the construction trailer. Walking to his vehicle, she somehow seemed taller, but once they got ready to climb inside, the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. Continuing to search for Wendy or her husband, Josh wandered down their hall and noticed the door to their library open. Wendy had told him about their library, how she loved to spend hours in there reading, so he was curious and stepped inside. One entire wall was covered in bookshelves, spotlights at the ceiling shined on the thousands of books that lined the shelves. Apart from this lighting the room seemed dark, with only a small reading light above a leather lounge chair providing any other illumination. He immediately wandered to the shelves and stared with envy at the books they had. Apart from a small collection of construction and legal volumes, these walls were lined with poetry and fiction. Josh felt his breath quicken as he looked over book after book of Plath, Sexton, Rimbaud, Szymborska, and Rich. Apart from the poetry were Hemmingway, Winterson, Kawabata and Mishima. They even had a large section of erotica, highlighted by an entire shelf of Anais Nin. “Anais Nin has always been a favorite of mine,” he heard from a dark corner of the room. Wendy had pronounced it An - I – eese, exactly like Nin herself did in the recorded excerpts from her autobiography he had heard. “You know, not everyone is welcomed into our library.” “I’m sorry, I… just kind of wandered in.” “Relax. Like I was saying, not everyone is welcomed in here, but you certainly are.” “You had talked of your library, but I never knew…” “It was so big?” she asked. Yes, I’m afraid I am a bit obsessive about books and my husband indulges me, as I indulge him in his obsessions.” “His obsessions?” She nodded to a door near where she was standing. It was cracked open and Josh could see movement beyond. “He likes me to watch. You see, he likes it with more than just two people, but is kind of shy coming right out and asking his girlfriends if they want a three-way. So I watch, and when I see they are both in far enough, I wander in.” Josh looked at her face, searching her eyes for some type of indication what was happening here, but it was too dark so he stepped a bit closer and looked into the room. Her husband was on the floor on his knees in front of a young woman, who was sitting on the bed, with her legs spread. Josh watched as her husband’s head moved between the woman’s legs. “You see, once they are at it and I wander in, they are either so caught up in the act that I am a welcome addition or the woman, out of relief I don’t go psycho on them, gives in to the ménage a trios,” she whispered. “I must admit, it works well.” “Oh, well I better…” Josh began, turning toward the door back into the hallway. “Oh no, please stay,” she interrupted. I have told him one of these days I’d bring someone of my own to join the private party, and to be honest, I can’t think of anyone I would prefer.” “But…” “Relax will you? Come over here and watch them. At first I used to be uncomfortable about all this, so to get into the mood, I would watch. First few times that’s all I did, I watched them while I masturbated. Finally, I worked up the courage to walk in and wow, I found I really enjoyed it all.” “What should I do?” “Go lock the door there,” she said, pointing at the door out into the hallway. “Then come over here and undress me.” He vaulted to the door and quickly locked it. He returned to her and began unbuttoning her blouse while watching though the door as her husband continued bringing the woman to climax. Looking back at Wendy, he noticed the strange lighting in the room accented the wrinkles at her eyes and around her mouth, giving her an exciting elegance. She unfastened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. “Oh yes, I am going to enjoy this,” she whispered, stepping out of her panties. Josh quickly finished undressing and then asked, “What now?” She held a finger to her lips, “Shhh.” He watched as she stepped into the room where immediately, the woman sat up, her face and chest reddened in her afterglow. Wendy walked directly to her and began kissing and sucking her nipples, while Wendy’s husband continued between the woman’s legs. In no time Wendy and her husband coaxed another orgasm from the woman. As the woman caught her breath, Josh heard Wendy’s husband say, “This is Wendy, my wife. She enjoys being with me and another woman, what about you?” The woman looked at them pensively and then smiled. “It’s certainly different, but why not?” “Before we start again Bill, I’d like to introduce Josh, Josh Stone,” Wendy said, motioning me to come in. “Josh from Stone Consulting.” “The same,” Josh answered, shaking his hand. “Well Josh,” Bill said, “this in Jacquelyn, Jackie for short.” Josh nodded to her, and before she could say anything, Wendy immediately began kissing her breasts again. Jackie moaned something to me and lay back down on the bed. “Excuse me here,” Bill whispered as he stood up. He then moved toward Jackie, sliding his cock into her well lubricated pussy. Josh paused for a moment to take in the sight. Jackie lay on her back with Wendy sucking her nipples and Bill sliding in and out of her. All Jackie could do is writhe in the intense sensation of it all. Wendy, bent over at the waist, swung her hips invitingly to him. Josh moved over to her as she spread her legs wider and with a little guidance from her hands, he eased his cock between her lips. She was obviously very turned on by all this because he slipped right into her soaking wet opening. Starting slowly, Josh glanced over to Bill as he thrust slowly into and out of Jackie. Josh then matched his rhythm as he fucked Wendy, who reached up between her legs and alternated between playing with her clit and caressing his balls. Soon Bill moaned and quickened his pace and Josh noticed Wendy looking at his face and as she suddenly concentrated her fingers on her clit. He realized they were working to a simultaneous orgasm. As Josh continued to pound away he felt Wendy and watched Bill come together, but oddly separately. He saw an intensity in both their eyes, realizing that though he was there participating, the real passion was between these two. After pausing for a bit to take in Wendy’s pulsations around my cock, Josh began to thrust into her again. Bill had withdrawn from Jackie and again kneeled down between her legs. The sight of him lapping his come from her pussy drove Josh over the edge and he felt the intense pleasure of coming deep inside Wendy. She reached up and lightly squeezed his balls as if wanting to pump him dry. Josh then wrapped his arms around Wendy’s waist resting his chest on her back, from that position he could watch Jackie’s face as she came once again. He loved the way her eyes nearly closed and the way she bit her lip in the last throws of her climax. As she calmed some, she opened her steel blue eyes and stared directly into Josh’s. She smiled slyly, “Well hi Josh. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” He could only nod silently as the other three began to laugh. Wendy turned her head and kissed him on the cheek. Josh couldn’t help but join in the laughter. Private Party He walked into the garden wearing black trousers with numerous pockets and chains hanging down, slight stubble on his chin and a black shirt. He must have been so hot in those clothes. She scanned the crowd and observed the disapproving looks on the faces of the ladies in their floral dresses. So uptight and stuffy, they turned their noses up at him and returned to the conversation of the day. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath caught in her throat, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Tugging on Gary’s arm, she leaned forward and whispered, “I want him.” He turned and watched as the stranger walked towards them. His blue eyes seemed to delve deep into her soul. He smiled, and her heart missed a beat. She felt Gary’s body heat rise, he liked him too. “Hey,” the stranger extended his hand, “I’m Michael.” She shook his hand, so firm. She felt her nipples harden at the thought of those hands caressing her breasts. “Hi Michael,” she could barely talk as he stood so close to her, “I’m Sarah, this is Gary.” “Hi, nice to meet you. It is so good to meet actual people at one of these things.” Michael remained with them for the rest of the afternoon. They mingled and had meaningless conversations with fake people who turned and whispered to each other when they saw Michael. By the evening, she was drunk on the scent of him. The heat of the day, coupled with his black clothing, made him sweat, a very masculine, sweet aroma. She squeezed Gary’s hand, looked into his eyes and gently kissed his lips. They smiled. She turned to Michael, “Come for a walk with me.” Her arm linked in his, they walked away from the party. They admired the rose garden, with its rainbow of colours. Stopped briefly to smell the frangipani tree, then continued on to the hedges. The hedges were about two metres tall, in a square shape. In the center was a small, cozy courtyard, lit with fairy lights. A small fountain was in the middle, with cement benches surrounding. She led him to one bench and sat down. He sat so close to her, his thigh rested against hers. She could feel the excitement building in her stomach. They spoke about everything and nothing, just relishing in the closeness of their bodies. She turned to him, her face inches from his, breathing in his scent. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, she received the confirmation she needed. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips lightly to his. He tasted so sweet. She felt his hand move over her thigh, resting just about her knee, his fingers moving under her skirt. She felt his lips open and edged her tongue out, into his mouth. She caressed his tongue with hers, moving closer to him, her hands moving over his legs, hips, and shoulders. They kissed each other hungrily, their tongues clashing in their mouths, her hands pulling him to her. For a brief moment they parted. The need in her eyes, reflected in his. She wanted him to take her, make her his. She moved off the bench and knelt at his feet. Looking up at him, she moved her hands over his knees, pushing them apart to allow her to get closer. Her fingers dug into his muscular thighs as she worked her way up to the ever growing bulge in his pants. Her hands on his hips, her thumbs caressing his shaft through his pants, she rose up on her knees and captured his lips again, passionately, feverishly. He pulled her to him, a sense of urgency taking over them. She bit his lower lip, pulling away from him, taking his lip with her, one hand grabbing hold of his hard cock, squeezing. “Oh God,” he whispered. She leant forward, her teeth latching onto his earlobe. “I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me hard.” His eyes widened, but he didn’t miss a beat, lifting her back onto the seat. He pushed her back onto the bench, maneuvering her legs on either side. His hands again moved over her thighs, this time they didn’t stop at her skirt. She felt his fingers tap on her clothed pussy. A rush of electricity ran through her body, and she arched her back. He linked his fingers into her g-string and slowly pulled them down her legs, discarding them on a nearby bush. The fresh night air hit her wet pussy and she shivered. He leaned over her, his body heat radiating over hers. He brushed his lips over hers as his fingers caressed her slit. She drew in a sharp breath, spreading her legs wider for him. He lowered his head to her clothed breast, his lips sucking a nipple into his mouth. As she pushed her chest up to him, he plunged a finger into her soaking pussy. She groaned and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations coursing through her body. Michael moaned against her breast and drove a second finger deeper into her pussy. She ground her hips down on him, making the palm of his hand press against her throbbing clit. Her hands moved to his belt and quickly dispensed with it. Her fingers expertly undid his trousers and dove inside. He moaned loudly and bit her breast as she grasped hold of his cock. She squeezed him tightly, moving her hand up and down his shaft. A sound in the distance made her open her eyes. Gary stood next to one of the hedges. His clothes laid neatly at his feet, his cock in his hand, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. She smiled at him, pushing Michael’s pants down lower, to show his hard cock in her hand. Gary smiled. His grip tightened on his own shaft. She watched him, moving her hand in time with his, spreading her legs wider as Michael left one breast and moved to the other, his fingers deep inside her. Panting with the effort and excitement, she ran a hand through Michael’s hair, pulling his face up to hers. “I want to feel your tongue on my clit. I want to cum.” Without hesitation he moved down between her legs, his fingers still inside her, filling her up. She jumped as his wet tongue flickered across her clit. “Oh yes,” she breathed. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy, as his tongue played with her clit. She arched her back, forcing his fingers deeper into her. With her eyes closed, she didn’t notice Gary move over to them. She felt his familiar cock against her lips and eagerly opened her mouth to accommodate him. He pushed his cock into her mouth, moaning as the warmth engulfed him. She opened her eyes to watch him as she fed more of his shaft into her throat. Her tongue ran the length of him as she sucked him hard, on hand grabbing his balls, feeling them swell. Michael raised his head for a moment and watched as Gary’s cock disappeared between her lips. He took a deep breath and returned to her pussy, removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. “Put your fingers in her arse, she is ready to cum,” Gary panted. Michael slid first one, the two fingers into her arse. Pushing them in deep, he sucked her clit into his mouth. She squirmed on his fingers, sucking Gary’s cock further into her mouth. She felt her pussy contract as she exploded with her orgasm. Her arse grabbed Michael’s fingers as the orgasm racked through her body. She gasped for air, removing Gary’s cock from her mouth, holding his shaft and squeezing as her body shook. Michael continued to lick her pussy, lapping up her juices, till the sensations passed and she relaxed on the bench. Smiling up at both of them, she rose from the seat, onto her hands and knees. Her arse turned to Michael. Without hesitation, he grasped her hips and drove his throbbing hard cock between her arse cheeks. With little initial resistance, his cock slid deep into her tight hole. “Fuck me hard Michael. I want to feel you explode inside me.” He began thrusting his hips back and forth, pulling his cock out of her, then driving the length of him back in. Her firm arse gripped him hard. She watched as Gary moved behind Michael, a sly grin on her face as she knew what was to come. Michael moaned as Gary parted his butt cheeks and placed a wet tongue on his anus. She wiggled her hips, increasing the friction on his shaft. Gary licked from Michael’s balls to his arse hole, feeling Michael shiver at the touch. As Michael’s thrusts increased speed, Gary stood and positioned his cock at Michael’s opening, bending forward slightly to caress Michael’s balls. Gary could feel the tension building as Michael continued to pump his hard cock into her rigid arse. Without interrupting the rhythm, and in complete unison, Gary thrust his cock deep into Michael’s arse, as she pushed back onto his cock. She gripped him hard as his cock drove deeper into her, and felt his body shudder as his cum jetted into her. Gary pounded his own cock into Michael for a second time, shooting his hot cum into Michael’s arse. The three of them remained there, Sarah on all fours, Michael imbedded deep in her arse, still exploding cum into her, Gary stretching Michael’s butt, emptying himself into him. They didn’t notice the party guests gasping at the hedge, nor did they care. Private Party Sharon stood in front of her closet, sliding hangers one way, then the other. She really had no desire to go out tonight, but Jeff had made it very clear, this evening was important. If he was ever going to make the right connections in the company or have any chance of moving up the Corporate Ladder, this was the going to be the first rung. She'd been to dozens of these parties, and it was always the same. Middle-aged women wearing heavy cologne that choked the very air from your lungs, while their paunchy husbands groped at whomever and whatever was closest. She sighed and finally pulled out her black sheath. A single strand of pearls and her hair pulled up in a tight French knot should be just the ticket. Jeff always wanted her to look like a "showpiece" and tonight would certainly be no different. "Make them look twice, honey." She'd heard it a hundred times before. ..."this ought to do it". Sharon laid the dress across the bed and headed for the bathroom. Jeff would be home in just over an hour. He'd barely have time to change his clothes and she wanted to be out of the shower before he got home. She was just stepping out of the shower when she heard his car pull in the drive. "Perfect timing" she smiled to herself and headed back toward the bedroom to start the process of becoming "provocative but elegant." The dress clung like a second skin, so it was important to pay attention to every detail. She slipped her legs into the black satin thong, then a matching black satin bra. Sheer black stocking and her favorite strappy heels and the outfit was nearly complete. Her make-up was light. Just a touch of blush on the cheeks and some shadow and mascara to highlight her already striking green eyes, and that was all she needed. She smiled as Jeff came into the bedroom "You better shake a leg, honey. We have less than an hour to be out of here if we're going to make an entrance." Jeff nodded and headed straight for the bathroom. "Quick shower and I'll be ready." As the bathroom door closed, Sharon looked back into the mirror, satisfied with the end result, then began to knot and twist her long auburn hair. She chose a pair of faux pearl hair clips and in no time at all had created an perfect knot at the back of her head. Once again, she sought approval in the vanity mirror. As she slipped the black sheath over her arms and reached back for the zipper, she heard Jeff calling from the bathroom. "Lay out my gray suit, will you please, honey?" Sharon finished zipping the dress and opened the closet door, muttering to herself. "Gray suit....gray suit...ahhh, here we are." She chose a soft blue dress shirt and striped tie. With onyx cufflinks and tie tack, this would be perfect. She laid it all out across the bed, smoothed the suit coat with the palm of her hand then proceeded to slip her high heels on. She gave a quick glance in the mirror, turning one way then the other, running her hands down over her backside. She smiled at the end result. "Not a single line." More to herself than anyone else. "What was that, honey?" Jeff questioned as he emerged from the bathroom. Sharon did a quick turn in the middle of the floor. "Well, what do you think?" Jeff's smile broadened with approval. "Perfect! Absolutely perfect." They arrived at the country club right on time. As they entered the private ballroom, Jeff was immediately flagged from across the room. "Get yourself a drink, will you honey?" he motioned toward the bar, and was gone. He disappeared into the sea of people so quickly, Sharon couldn't even begin to find him. With a despondent sigh, she made her way to the bar and slid up onto a nearby stool and ordered. "Bourbon and coke, please". The bartender smiled as he poured the amber liquor over ice and then topped it off with a nothing more than a splash of cola. Sharon smiled as she took the first sip, then placed the glass back on the bar, turning to scan the room for her husband. With still no sign of Jeff, Sharon once again turned her concentration back to the bourbon in her hand. "Well, that's a discouraged look if ever I saw one." The voice was soft but low. Sharon turned, to see a familiar face and smiled. "Oh thank God! I was beginning to think I'd be stuck here alone on this damn stool all night." Janet Driscoll was around the same age as Sharon. Their husbands had come to work for the company at the same time and over the last few years they'd met at several of these social affairs. Janet's smile was warm, friendly. No matter how much time passed between their encounters, they always seemed to enjoy each other's company. "Not a chance, lady. I'm bored beyond words. Charlie disappeared into that labyrinth almost half and hour ago and I've been wandering around here lost ever since. When I saw Jeff in the midst of the madness I knew you had to be here somewhere." Sharon laughed as she spoke. "So you figured I'd be here lushing at the bar, huh?" Janet chuckled as she picked up Sharon's bourbon and helped herself to a gulp. "Care to get the hell out of here?" Sharon smiled. "You don't have to ask me twice! Where are we going?" "Anywhere but here, sweetheart...anywhere but here", Janet laughed as she made her way toward the edge of the room and out the door into the lounge. It was Janet who spoke first as she flopped into an overstuffed chair. "God, I'm really beginning to detest these things." Sharon looked over at the woman and nodded. "Beginning? What took you so long?" They both laughed as Janet fished a pack of cigarettes out of her purse, lighting one then handing the pack and her lighter to Sharon. Sharon pulled the slender cigarette from the pack, lighting it and handing them back to Janet. "There has to be a better way. All this "climbing the corporate ladder bullshit is enough to drive me to drink." Sharon laughed as she took another hard gulp of her bourbon. Janet looked over at the woman she had become so fond of. Although they really didn't know each other well, Sharon had always been the one she seemed to gravitate toward. She liked Sharon's ease, the way they clicked almost instantly. "I have an idea." Janet stated almost emphatically. "Follow me." Sharon watched as Jan made her way toward the door, then stood and followed her out into the parking lot. "They'll never miss us." Janet said with a grin. "And I know just the place to spend a nice quiet evening.. We'll take my car, and leave yours for Jeff and Charlie." Sharon giggled, realizing she was still carrying the bourbon in her hand and followed Janet to the car. "Where the hell are we going?" she questioned between giggles. "C'mon. It's a surprise." Janet laughed as she unlocked the doors of her SUV and convinced Sharon to climb in. "Okay, Jan. Whatever you say." Janet liked the sound of that and grinned. She was glad it was dark and Sharon couldn't see the look on her face as she pulled the car out of the lot. It was less than a 15 minute drive before Janet shut off the engine. Sharon looked around. Everything seemed to be in total darkness. "Where are we?" Janet smiled then turned the headlights up. In front of them stood the most darling little cabin Sharon had ever seen. Jan continued to speak. "We bought this place a couple of years ago, so we could get out of the city on the weekends. What a joke. Charlie never has time to get up here. Seems as though the only time it gets used is if I come up here myself, just to get away from the rat race and make sure the place is still standing." Sharon opened her car door and slid out of the front seat. She felt her dress slide up her thighs and smoothed it back down as she walked toward the door. "It's adorable! God, I'd be here every weekend if it were mine." Jan smiled. "Well you're always welcome, sweetheart. Anytime you want to join me, just say the word." Janet unlocked the door and turned on a dim light in the main room of the cabin. The room was fairly large and well decorated. Janet had such good taste when it came to things like this. She had been in the woman's home only once but had fallen in love with the décor. Janet just seemed to have a flair for making everything feel warm and homey. "Gosh, it's just darling, Jan." Sharon bubbled as she walked around the room. "Can I see the rest?" Janet smiled as she led Sharon thru the cabin. "There isn't much more to see. The kitchen has a small eating nook and there's 2 bedrooms in the loft." Janet looked up as she spoke, flipping a light switch near the bottom of the stairs. Another dim light came to life in the loft. "Shall we?" Jan smiled and motioned for Sharon to make her way up the stairs. Sharon stepped quickly, making her way to the top of the stairs, then gasped as she looked down over the railing. "Ohhh, Janet! It's just wonderful." She was almost gushing as she took in the entire downstairs from high above in the loft. Jan smiled as she walked toward the master bedroom and flipped on a light. "This is our room." Sharon gasped at the décor. The room was a soft blue, the trim and bedspread matching patterns of Hydrangea. "Oh Jan, it's simply beautiful. You really have a knack for this." Sharon ran her hand across the quilted hydrangeas and sighed. "What's the matter, honey?" Jan's voice was soft as she spoke. Her footsteps barely audible in the thick carpet as she moved closer to Sharon's back. She had already kicked her heels off and as she stood behind the woman, was still nearly as tall. Her hands were soft, her fingers long and slender and her desire to reach out for Sharon was almost overwhelming. It was at that moment Jan decided. "If I don't do this now, I never will" and in a split second her fingers were gently pulling on the zipper of Sharon's dress. Her breath was warm against the woman's shoulders as she stepped in closer. Sharon's sudden intake of air made her stop briefly, fully expecting the woman to turn and tell her to "stop". When it didn't happen, Jan simply smiled and finished slipping the zipper the rest of the way down. The woman's hands felt like velvet as they slipped the black sheath from Sharon's shoulders and slid it down over the curves of her body. When it landed silently on the carpet, Sharon never made a sound, but stepped carefully out of the dress, feeling Jan's fingers at the back of her bra. It seemed as though the hooks nearly opened themselves, and without a word, Sharon slid the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor beside her dress. Sharon stood in silence, feeling Janet's warm breath on the back of her neck as the woman began to place soft kisses along the strand of pearls. Without a sound, she felt Janet's hands slide around her and gently cup the roundness of her breasts, her nipples immediately responding to the soft brush of Janet's thumbs across them. As she closed her eyes, she felt every inch of her body begin to tingle. It was almost as if Jan could read her mind as the woman continued to tease at her stiffened nipples. Her fingers were soft but strong as she pinched and rolled them to complete erection. Sharon's moans cracked in her throat as she felt her arousal grow hot between her legs. Her whole body had to come to life the minute Jan touched her, yet all she could do now was stand in silence and feel her body giving in. Janet's touch was strong, controlling as her hand slid up the middle of Sharon's back. It was with complete submission that Sharon found herself kneeling in the center of Janet's antique iron bed. Janet moved silently around the room, dimming the lights and finally peeling away her own clothes. Wearing only a pair of black lace panties, Jan placed one knee on the edge of the bed and reached for Sharon's arm. Again, the woman's touch was gentle, but there was a command to the way she took Sharon's wrist in her hand and reached for the iron headboard. Sharon whimpered quietly as she watched the woman slip a soft velvet band around her wrist and fasten it securely to the iron post., then without so much as a peep, walk around to the opposite side of the bed and repeat the same movements. With her mind racing, Sharon watched as Jan crawled onto the bed. Her hands strong, yet gentle as they caressed Sharon's tits as they dangled freely underneath her. It was the sudden sharp pain of being pinched that sent a current from Sharon's nipples straight to her clit. "Oh God" she heard herself moan as Janet twisted and tweaked each nipple between her thumb and index finger. Janet never uttered a word, but hooked her fingers into the string of Sharon's thong and slipped it easily down over the woman's hips. Sharon felt the small strip of fabric slide between her thighs and down her legs. Completely vulnerable now, she could do nothing more than lower her forehead to the pillows. A small helpless whimper escaped her throat as she felt Janet's hands caressing the round fullness of her ass as it raised in the air. Sharon's whimper quickly turned to a soft scream as she felt the sting of Janet's hand on her ass. The slap of Janet's hand sent a jolt through her body like she had never felt before. Only in her wildest fantasies had anything ever come close to feeling this good. Only in the darkest corners of her mind had she ever allowed herself to be here, yet now, it was no fantasy, and the dark corners of her desires were coming to life. It was barely a whisper as Sharon heard her own words. "Janet, please." Again, there was only silence as she felt the woman's hands on the cheeks of her ass. They tugged gently, parting the soft mounds of flesh, exposing more and more of Sharon's desire. Her juices glistened on the soft lips of her pussy. Her tight pink hole quivered as she felt Janet's hands tugging...stretching the puckered rim of her tight forbidden hole. Soft moans were the only sound that filled the room as Sharon felt Janet's tongue start to make a path between her cheeks. Her asshole quivered with pure delight as she felt the woman's tongue drag across it then circle gently, hot saliva wetting the rim with each slow lap of Janet's tongue. As she felt her body give in to the soft pleasure of Janet's tongue, the sudden sting of the woman's hand sent another jolt through her body that seemed to end directly on the swollen tip of her clit. Her pussy felt as hot as the skin on her ass, and all she could do was moan and beg for more. "Janet...oh Janet please!" It was the softness of Jan's fingers at her neck that sent a shiver of goosebumps down the middle of her back. She felt the strand of pearls slip easily from her neck and her immediate reaction was to reach up toward her throat. It was then that she was reminded of the velvet bindings around her wrists. She would have never imagined those pearls giving her so much pleasure, but as she felt Janet's hands once again start to part the cheeks of her ass, her breath drew in quick and deep. One by one, she felt the smooth round pearls penetrating her. One by one Janet placed them at the tight puckered hole and pushed gently, the soft tip of her finger probing carefully as the strand slowly disappeared. With her forehead low and her ass high in the air, Sharon's moans were muffled by the pillow, until once again she felt the sharp sting of Janet's hand. Her head lifted instantly from the pillows, her back arching hard as she let out a scream. Her mind was reeling as she felt the heat of Janet's handprint on her ass. "Oh, God. Oh my God!" Sharon managed to whimper thru short gasps for breath. It was Janet's hand tugging at her hair that jerked her head from the pillows this time. With her head pulled back and her body arched hard, Sharon only whimpered. Her clit was throbbing almost painfully and the ache in her pussy went so deep she thought she would lose her mind wanting to be filled. Janet's fingers felt strong as they slid along Sharon's pussy. Her juices coated them almost instantly and it was with ease that the woman entered her cunt with 3 long slender fingers. "Ahhhh God, yes!" Sharon moaned as she felt the penetration. "Oh, yes, please Jan...please. I want it. I need it so badly" A deep steady rhythm took Jan's fingers in and out of Sharon's wet throbbing pussy. Her hips rocked slowly at first, then harder as she felt the bindings tug at her wrists. With each thrust of Jan's hand, Sharon groaned with pleasure, urging the woman to enter her again and again. With each thrust, Jan's fingers made their way deeper and deeper, until she could feel the throbbing walls of Sharon's cunt tighten and squeeze down around them. Sharon's moans turned to pleas as she heard the words escape her throat. "Fuck me, Janet...oh God please.! Fuck me hard!" With thrust after relentless thrust, Janet plunged her fingers in and out of Sharon's dripping pussy. Sharon's panting was pure pleasure as she felt her friends fingers pumping harder and harder into her tight throbbing cunt. "Make me cum...oh God, Jan make me cum!" Through clenched teeth, Jan's voice finally echoed in Sharon's ears. "Want it bad, Sharon? Want it real bad?" Jan moaned. "Mmm...such a naughty little slut aren't you Sharon?" Jan teased as she plunged her fingers back into the woman's wet pussy. Sharon groaned as she listened to the low rasp in Janet's voice. "Oh, yes, Janet. Yes! I'm a slut. I'll be your slut. Just please, make me cum!" It was the sting of Janet's hand on her ass yet again and the sudden pull of her hair that brought Sharon's body arching off the pillows again. "Beg for it, Sharon. Beg like the slut you are!" Janet demanded. "I want a slut in my bed tonight!" Sharon's whimpers became almost sobs as she felt the pain inside her. The need to release was making her pussy ache as once again she pleaded with Jan. "Do it, Jan. Anything you want. Make me your slut and let me cum!" Once again Jan's fingers thrust their way deep into Sharon's cunt, this time her thumb pressing in hard around the woman's swollen pink clit. With each drive of Janet's fingers into her pussy, Sharon groaned and pushed her hips back to meet the woman's hand. With each thrust, Sharon felt Jan's thumb press in harder on her clit. "Jan, Oh God, Janet please. Let me cum. I'm begging you, please! Let me cum" It was the feel of Janet's fingers against her warm tight asshole that finally sent Sharon over the edge. One by one Janet slid the strand of pearls from Sharon's tight puckered ass. One by one they popped against the rim, opening it gently then letting it pucker shut before the next little bead made its way out. It was the sudden fullness that Sharon never expected. With both hands planted firmly on the woman's ass, Janet pulled Sharon back toward her. It was the thick hard latex strapped to Janet's hips that made Sharon's body jerk and arch. The entry was hard and deliberate. Jan's hips slammed hard up against Sharon's thighs and ass and the rhythm was immediately deep and steady. "Take it, Sharon. Take it hard!" Jan commanded as she pumped the woman's cunt full with the stiff latex hard-on. With thrust after unmerciful thrust, Janet plunged the toy in and out of Sharon's pussy. With thrust after thrust, Janet felt the pressure against her own swollen throbbing clit. The slap of Jan's hand on her ass only urged Sharon to rock back harder. The growl in her friends voice drove her back on the cock again and again. "Fuck it, Sharon. Fuck my hard wet cock with that hot slippery pussy!" Jan's own body was on fire. The way Sharon gave in to her. The way she seemed to know exactly what Jan wanted and needed from her. As she felt her thighs tense and tighten, Janet pulled back one last time, then lunged forward with the full thrust of her hips. Private Party It was the full pressure against her clit that sent her over the edge. Her body went rigged as she felt the orgasm take over. At the same time, Sharon felt Jan's thighs slam up against her ass and the head of the cock drive into her gspot and the full tip of her bladder. The sudden hot spurt from between her legs almost sent her flying. The warm trickle down the inside of her thighs felt so good she wanted to scream, but not a sound came from her throat except the low deep groan of her orgasm. As her body shuddered with relief, she felt the thick pool of cum between her thighs and her body collapse against the cool crisp bed clothes. With her wrists still bound, she lay silently waiting. Jan's legs were trembling as she made her way to the head of the bed and began to release Sharon's arms from the iron posts. Her voice was once again soft as she lifted Sharon from the pillows and kissed her gently. "Get dressed honey. We don't have much time." Sharon looked at the clock on the nightstand and picked her clothes up off the floor. Trying desperately to resituate herself into the black sheath and stockings. With her hair down and tousled, she ran her hands quickly thru it and brushed it into place as best she could. "Okay, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Sharon giggled as they made their way back down the stairs. Jan stopped at the bottom of the staircase and smiled at her friend. "Funny, about an hour ago I was thinking exactly the same thing." Private Party It was getting late and the party was showing signs of winding down. One by one our guests said their good-byes and took their leave until, by 2 AM, only myself, my husband David, and our best friend Jesse were left sitting at the small bar tucked in the corner of the dining room. The three of us were contemplating the last shimmering red jello shot that remained sitting on the bar. I picked it up and slurped it out of its small plastic cup, savoring the combined flavors of sweet cherry jello and vodka. "Well, I guess this party is officially over," I said, tossing the empty cup into the nearby waste basket. "Yeah, I suppose," Jesse agreed, sounding disappointed. Poor Jesse, I thought. He and his wife were in the process of a divorce, and things were not going well. I knew he wasn't looking forward to going back to his empty house. "Hey, dude, you can always crash here if you want," David said, seeming to read my mind. I knew he wouldn't stay, though. He never took up our offer of a place to crash. I got up from my bar stool, teetering precariously on unsteady feet for a moment, and headed for the bedroom. If I didn't lay down, I was going to fall down. I flopped down face first on the bed, and found myself dozing off to the drone of male voices coming from the other room. In my half-asleep, completely inebriated state of mind, I found myself fantasizing, or maybe dreaming, about the two men joining me in bed and having their way with me. A few minutes (hours?) later, I was brought abruptly back to consciousness by a light burning through my eyelids. I opened my eyes, squinting into the light from the nearby table lamp. David was standing over me, talking to me I think, his lips moving but no recognizable sound coming out. "Wha...?" I slurred, half sitting up on the bed. "Jesse is taking off," David repeated. I looked up as Jesse walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, girlie, I gotta jet," Jesse said, leaning in to give me a hug, his voice sounding distant and surreal to my vodka soaked brain I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaling his scent, a combination of beer, cigarettes and after shave. He smelled good to me, familiar after so many years of close friendship. I had always had a secret crush on him, and tonight, with my inhibitions lowered by alcohol, I found his scent extremely arousing. I could feel my pulse quicken, and a hot flush come over me. I wonder if he could feel the sudden heat radiating from my body. My senses became suddenly much more aware then they had been moments before, more aware then they had a right to be after the two dozen or so jello shots I had knocked back over the course of the evening. The hug seemed to linger on, long after what would have been appropriate, and I pulled away, feeling awkward and embarrassed. I looked up and noticed that Jesse's cheeks seemed a little flushed and he was breathing a little heavy. I shot a quick glance over at David, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching us intently. There was a sudden knock at the front door, breaking the tension and startling the hell out of all three of us. David hesitated a moment, then walked down the hall to answer the door. I heard the door open and the sound of David's voice along with another vaguely familiar man's voice. I turned to look at Jesse and opened my mouth to say something, anything, to explain away the uncomfortable moment that had just passed. Before I could say a word, though, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me against him, pressing his mouth passionately against mine. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, and before I could even put two coherent thoughts together, I found myself responding. I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingers into his back, wanting to pull him into me, harder, deeper, as we devoured each other. "That was just Ed," I heard David announced as he came back into he room. "He forgot...his.....coat....." Jesse and I forced ourselves apart, and turned to face my husband. David was standing in the doorway, a look of disbelief on his face. His eyes jumped back and forth, from my face to Jesse's, trying to decide who to direct his anger at, who was the bigger traitor, his wife, or his best friend. "Dave, man, oh my God, I don't...I'm so sorry," Jesse stammered, rising from the bed. "I don't know what came over me." David was livid, I could see his fists clenching by his sides, and I wondered if he would hit Jesse. He certainly looked like he wanted to. His high cheekbones burned a deep red, and the veins in his temples were visibly pulsing. I looked at the two men, ashamed to find myself turned on over this confrontation, over the fact that these two males, who both desired me, might come to blows over the matter. I looked them both over. First my husband, tall, dark and handsome, his body sleek and toned, his deep brown eyes blazing with whiskey-fueled rage. Then Jesse, with his sandy colored curls, a little soft around the middle from drowning his sorrows in too much beer, his usually mischievous blue eyes now filled with shame and just a little bit of fear. I realized how much I wanted them both. I had to put a stop to this fight, had to find a way to salvage our friendship, had to find a way to get them both into my bed. "Guys, c'mon, this isn't worth fighting over," I said. "Not worth fighting over?" David sputtered incredulously. "I walk into my bedroom and find my best friend kissing my wife, and I'm supposed to be ok with that?" I climbed off the bed and put myself between the two of them. I leaned against David's chest, reaching up to pull his mouth down to mine. At first he resisted, but after a few moments of feeling my soft curves pressed against him, I felt the tension melt from his body. He kissed me hard, leaving me breathless, panting. When he released me I was so weak-kneed that I stumbled backwards, only to find myself being caught in Jesse's embrace. The feel of Jesse's firm chest against my back and his arms around my waist inflamed my growing arousal even more. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and felt his warm breath against my neck and a shiver ran down my spine. He turned his face and brushed his lips against my skin and I found myself reaching back over my shoulder to run my fingers through his soft curls. With the other hand I reached for David, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on my breast. "Please...," I whispered. David's hand closed over my breast, his thumb sliding over to tease the erect nipple pushing against my t-shirt. I moaned softly, vaguely aware that Jesse's hands were slipping my shirt up, baring first my belly, then my breasts, then it was up over my head and discarded on the floor. I stood between the two men, shirtless, my nipples hard with anticipation. I could feel the soft, fuzzy texture of Jesse's sweater pressed against my bare back, his body heat seeping through so that my exposed front felt chilled in comparison. His soft, warm lips nibbled their way up my neck to my ear. David cupped my breasts in his hands, his lightly calloused palms sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He stepped closer to me, pressing his body against mine, and kissed me, his warm breath laced with the scent of Jack Daniels, making me feel intoxicated all over again. I was so turned on I felt like I might pass out from the blood rushing from my brain to my groin. Reluctantly I wiggled out from between them and finished removing my clothes. I stood before them, allowing them to gaze upon my nakedness. I could feel their eyes burning trails across my flesh. I wanted them both to touch me so bad. My nipples tingled, so rigid it was painful for them not to be touched. My pussy was oozing its wetness onto my upper thighs. How long would they just stand there and look at me? When were they going to fuck me? I turned and climbed onto the bed, sprawling out on my back with my thighs spread so they could see how aroused I was. I reached down with one hand and slid a finger between my lips. I teased it over my hard clit, moaning softly at the sensation. I looked over and saw that David was quickly shedding his clothes. First his shirt, the buttons popping off in his haste, then his jeans. Jesse hadn't moved, I could see that he was nearly panting now, his obvious erection bulging in his pants. As David climbed onto the bed, stretching his body out on top of mine, I beaconed for Jesse to come to me as well. He walked over to the edge of the bed and looked down at me, his eyes glazed with lust, his lips slack. I reached out and ran my hand over the hard cock I could see outlined against his leg. I stroked it a few times, and he let out a low groan. David was now kissing and biting at my neck, working his was slowly down over my collarbones, and across the swell of my breasts until he finally reached my nipples. He ran his tongue over one of them and I gasped, gripping Jesse's throbbing shaft harder, stroking it faster. Jesse ripped his fly open and put his hot, bare flesh into my palm, allowing me to stroke him more pleasurably. David's tongue was flitting around my nipple, teasing the little pink tip until a begged him to take it into his mouth and suck it. Instead he switched to the other side, repeating the same torturous feathery light tongue lashes. I was so wet now, and I squeezed my thighs together, feeling my slippery wet lips slid around and over my throbbing clit. "Eat my pussy, please," I begged my husband. He gave my nipple one last taste, then started an agonizingly slow path down my belly. He kissed and licked every inch of flesh that stood between him and my cunt. I alternately shivered and giggled as he teased and tickled his way down my body. I left off stroking Jesse's cock and tugged down on his pants, signaling him to strip off his clothes. He obliged quickly, his swollen member looking so desperate for release that he would have done anything I told him to at that moment. He returned to my side and I slid my upper body closer to the edge of the bed and pulled him to my warm and inviting mouth. I slid my lips over the straining purple head, and he had to grab onto the bedpost to keep from falling down. David's tongue had finally finished its journey and had arrived at its destination. The first sensation of his tongue sliding over my aching clit was pure heaven. I let Jesse's cock slide out of my mouth and just lay there, gasping and panting at the delicious wetness of David's tongue lapping the length of my swollen cunt. Jesse, enthralled by the vision of my pleasure racked body, dropped to his knees beside the bed. His lips found mind, his tongue seeming to echo the rhythm of the tongue sliding between my lower set of lips. He then kissed his way down my neck, and then lower still until he reached the hard bud of my right breast. He slid his tongue over and around it until it had reached a level of sensitivity I had not thought possible. The dual sensation of one hot, wet, delicately textured tongue fluttering over my throbbing nipple and another fluttering over my throbbing clit was almost more then I could stand. I felt my hips start to heave up from the bed in rhythmic thrusts as my orgasm built. My whole world was filled with the sensations of those two tongues as they teased and licked and tickled my most sensitive nerve endings. David's tongue was moving in feather-light swirls, circling the edges of my clit with the occasional quick flick across it. Jesse was teasing his tongue directly on the very tip of my nipple, so lightly that it was almost undetectable. I arched my back desperate for more contact. I was so close to cumming now that I could barely breath. The pressure building in my pussy was approaching critical mass. I swayed on a razor's edge of pleasure. So close, wanting release so bad, yet unwilling to let this sublime torture end just yet. Then David sucked my clit between his lips, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I exploded as he lightly slid my pulsing little bud in and out between his lips. Jesse continued to tease my nipple, licking and sucking it as I writhed beneath him. "Oh, God, yes," I groaned. "Suck my clit just like that, don't stop." I shuddered as endless spasms of pleasure shot through me. I could feel my wetness seeping out, soaking the sheet under my ass. I thrust my hips up with each wave of pleasure, grinding my cunt against David's face. Just when I thought I would faint from ecstasy, the orgasm began to subside. I lay there panting, stars swimming before my eyes. David was still laying between my legs, this cheek resting on my inner thigh. He looked up at me, his eyes glazed with lust. I looked up at Jesse who still knelt by my side. His chest heaved, his forehead beaded with sweat. I sat up and rolled onto my stomach. Rising up onto my hands and knees, I offered my wet, swollen opening to my husband as I pulled Jesse down onto the bed. Jesse's erection thrust upwards towards my warm and welcoming mouth. My tongue ran along his full length then over his balls, his sack feeling cool and tight. He pushed his hips up, pleading for me to take him into my mouth. "Please, suck my cock," he gasped, twining his fingers into my long dark hair. "I can't stand it anymore." Behind me, I could feel David rubbing the head of his cock along my slippery wet lips. I sighed with pleasure, anticipating the thrust that would send his rock hard shaft sliding into me. Just when I thought he would do nothing but tease me, I felt it push between my lips, parting the silken walls of my inner core. I pushed back to meet his thrust, groaning when his hot pulsing male flesh was fully sheathed within me. As David began to slowly move in and out, I slid my mouth down over Jesse's throbbing member, swirling my tongue around the velvet flesh as he gasped and moaned, his hands gently guiding my head up and down faster and faster as his orgasm became imminent. David was also quickening his pace, grunting with the exertion as he fucked me harder by the moment. David began slapping me on the ass, lightly at first, then hard enough to sting. At first I got angry, then I realized how much hotter it made me feel. I thrust my ass back towards him, matching him stroke for stroke as he slammed into me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, feeling my cunt begin to quiver with another approaching orgasm. "You like that, whore," David whispered from behind me. "You like me slapping your ass like the bitch that you are." I almost felt ashamed as I said yes, and begged him for more. It was getting difficult to continue sucking Jesse's cock, and I let it slide from my mouth, much to his dismay. "Oh, Christ, I'm so close, don't you dare fucking stop," Jesse whimpered, trying to push my head back into position. I barely heard him though, I only buried my face in his stomach and moaned helplessly as my pussy spasmed, so close to cumming I cared about nothing else. But David pulled his length almost all the way out, teasing me with small shallow thrusts that drove me insane but did little to bring my hot pussy the relief it needed. "Suck my friend's cock, whore," He demanded in a low, husky voice that I knew meant he was close to his own release. "I wanna see him blow his load down your throat before I let you cum." "Please, baby, I'll suck his cock, just let me cum," I begged. "I promise I'll make him cum harder then he's ever cum before." David thrust back into me, deep and hard, bringing me that much closer to the brink, then pulled back out and resumed the short teasing thrusts that I knew would keep us both on the edge indefinitely. Almost on the verge of tears from the frustration I was experiencing, I allowed Jesse to slid his erection back between my lips. "That's right, slut," David crooned, "This is what you wanted isn't it? Two men in your bed?" "Oh, yeah, baby," I gasped around Jesse's cock, the cruel taunts inflaming my lust even more. Jesse's hips began to move in rhythmic spasms, his fingers digging hard into my scalp. I felt his flesh swell harder and hotter against my tongue and knew he was about have his release. I braced myself, ready for the explosion. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jesse gasped breathlessly. My mouth was suddenly flooded with the bitter-salt taste of Jesse's orgasm. He convulsed beneath me, wrapping his arms around my head as he moaned and grunted his pleasure. At the same time David slammed the full length of his hardness into me and began fucking me fast and furiously. I cried out, almost choking on the river of cum running down my throat. I continued to suck and lick through the duration of Jesse's orgasm even as I felt my own body begin to quake from the onslaught of sensation that David was driving into my pussy. Finally, when I didn't think I could keep it up any longer, Jesse's spent and softening manhood slid out from between my lips and I able to focus on the unbearably delightful friction that was taking over my senses. Jesse, now sated, reached over to fondle my breasts, tickling my hard nipples with feather-light fingertips, increasing what was already unbelievable ecstasy. David's rhythm was starting to become erratic, and I knew he was about to cum. I ground my ass against his pelvis as his cock began to twitch and pulse inside me. "Oh, yeah, oh, fuck, yeah," David groaned into my ear. David's throbbing flesh released its load, flooding my insides with his boiling hot essence. The heat, along with the wild pulsation of his release, and the gentle fingers teasing my super-sensitive nipples, finally made my cunt melt into a wet, quivering frenzy of pleasure. David reached around and slid his fingers between my sopping wet lips, stroking my rigid clit as it pulsed and shivered its way through one of the hardest orgasms I'd ever had. I felt waves of muscle contractions rippled along the length of David's still spasming cock as we finished coming together. Our slick, sweaty bodies, pushed to the limits of exhaustion, finally collapsed with Jesse beneath us. David rolled off to one side, and the three of us lay there, nobody wanting to get up. I felt comfortable nestled between my two lovers, their warm, naked flesh pressing against me on both sides. I felt so satisfied, my body drained as it had never been before, feeling as if I was floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss. A glance to either side told me that both men were already sound asleep. I was so relaxed and exhausted, it wasn't long before I, too, drifted off into a deep satisfied sleep. Private Party I've had some memorable experiences at some house parties, but none can really compare to one that happened a few years ago. The lesson is this: don't be afraid to let the night take you where it will. A casual friend at work told me that he was having a party at his house that Saturday. It was nothing fancy: just a few dozen friends getting together to have drinks, listen to loud music, perhaps dance a bit, and hang out by his pool. The offer was made early in the week and sounded good. By the time Friday rolled around, however, I was beat. I thought I'd spend the weekend catching some much-needed Z's and watching baseball. But my wife would have none of that. I'd told her about the party earlier on when I'd gotten the invite. Renee said I could sleep in on Saturday morning, but that night I'd better be ready to take her out for some fun. I could definitely see her side of things, so I sucked it up. I took a quick shower to reinvigorate myself and threw on some fresh clothes. Beginning to catch my second wind, I actually started to look forward to some socializing on the drive over. Upon arriving, my work friend Ray poured us drinks and introduced us around to some of the other people at the party. As we talked and mingled, Renee and I got separated for awhile. No matter. We're not the type of couple who needs to cling to each other at a party. We'd catch each other's eyes from time to time as we moved in and out of different small groups of people. I'd smile and she'd smile back and wink. After a couple of hours, I felt a tug on my arm. Renee extracted me from a conversation I was having with another couple and pulled me aside. She was a little bit flushed and obviously tipsy. She explained to me how she'd just been in the kitchen having a conversation with a tall good-looking guy named James. I recognized the name as that of another co-worker. Renee went on to tell me how James had been shamelessly flirting with her and how she'd gotten a little turned on by his suggestive talk. She told me she was ready to go home and have a little "one-on-one" time. I told her that she'd wanted to come to this party and it seemed a shame to leave so early. I said if she was really that worked up, we should find a secluded spot in Ray's house and take care of business right then and there. The naughty twinkle in her eye told me that she liked my plan. We snuck away from the small groups of people, crept up the stairs, and found an empty bedroom. No sooner had I closed the door than Renee was all over me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me to her, and jammed her tongue in my mouth. She licked my neck and nibbled on my ear lobe. Not to be outdone, I started to strip her clothes away while she continued her pleasurable activity. Once I had her completely naked, I began to caress her body all over, playing with her ample bosom and curvy bottom. This really got her turned on and had her writhing around. By now she was so horny that she reached for my belt, undid it quickly, and pulled down my fly. In one continuous motion she pulled my pants down around my ankles, pushed me onto the bed, and jumped on top of me. Renee wasted no time in getting right to the business at hand. She kissed her way down my chest, over my belly, and quickly engulfed my now-hard cock in her mouth. I groaned in pleasure as she drew her tongue up the under side and licked the head. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could get a good look at this magnificent blow job. As I did so, I saw something through the haze of pleasure covering my eyes. The bedroom door was ajar and a male face was watching us with a riveted gaze. I recognized the face as belonging to James, the co-worker who had been flirting with Renee a few minutes earlier. I would later find out that he had watched her come over to me after their conversation and followed us up the stairs, having a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. He saw that I had spied him and started to back away. But I smiled and motioned with my head for him to come in. James slid in the door, opening it as little as possible, and closed it behind him without making a sound. Renee was still sucking on my cock with great abandon and so had not heard our visitor. As she continued to work on me, James pulled out his own hard cock and began to masturbate. He was staring quite intently at Renee's gorgeous ass as it moved back and forth while she worked on me. I could see from James' face that he was doing the math in his head. The angle at which Renee had thrown me down left me in the middle of the bed, with her atop me on all fours and her ass right at the edge of the bed. He was dying to get in on the action, but still a little bit timid to make the first move. So I motioned again with my head for him to come on over. That was all the encouragement he needed. James walked out of his pants and over to the edge of the bed. He pulled his cock up and put it at the entrance to Renee's pussy from the rear. At this new sensation, Renee's eyes flew open and she pulled her head up to see what was happening. Anticipating this, I had my hands ready. I quickly grabbed both sides of Renee's head before she could release me and pulled her mouth back fully onto me. Sensing what was then happening, Renee moaned around my cock as James pushed into her from the rear. He put his hands on her hips and gave another gentle push. Renee was so worked up by now that she was providing her own lubrication. James slid in slowly at first, pushing in just a bit and then backing off ever so slightly. If I thought Renee had been enthusiastic about sucking me before, I hadn't experienced anything yet. She started swirling her head around and really fucking me with her mouth. Meanwhile, James got into a steady rhythm and started really pumping into her. I reached around my own legs and started caressing and squeezing Renee's boobs. She took one hand and started to slide it up and down my shaft in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. She started getting into a steady rhythm then: pushing herself forward onto my cock, and then backward onto James, who really grabbed her hips then in order to hang on and keep up. I was the first to loose it, coming with a force I'd never known before. James was next, grunting loudly and pulling himself deeply into Renee. This set Renee off and she stiffened before collapsing forward onto me. After a moment, James seemed embarrassed and put his pants on and backed quickly out of the bedroom. He was a bit flushed and muttered something I couldn't understand. Renee and I looked at each other and laughed. We lay in each other's arms for awhile before getting our clothes back on and sneaking back down to rejoin the party. We tried our best to act as if nothing had happened, but I suspect our flushed faces and too-happy smiles might have given us away. Private Party Hello ~ I hope you are great! I hope you all enjoy this. XXOO, Angel * * * * * Click Here to listen. (12.5 min/mp3) * * * * *