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Party Time

By: Pholkie Phred



Something had to give. This once a month stuff was getting old in a hurry. When we'd first gotten together, some twenty years ago, three or four times a week of at least making it once a night was the norm. Now I was lucky if I'd get to get up close and personal once or twice a month. And it was not like we kissed and frolicked for an hour with me exploding several times and her several times more than that; no it was more like 10 minutes of me fucking her as hard as I could from behind followed by me maybe cumming, maybe not. She never seemed to be able to tell if I got off at all or if she knew she certainly didn't care. As long as she got off (and she always did) whether I popped a load was irrelevant. So this was married life; how did it take me this long to figure out something was wrong? Well, it was time to take some drastic action.

First I needed to get some serious booty action wherever I could. As luck would have it, there was this tall, statuesque, blonde with long flowing hair at work that seemed to have a case of the hots for me and maybe for others too. Everyday we seemed to get closer physically and after a while developed an intense mental bond despite our nearly total lack of similarity. Our musical tastes diverged-she liked select fifties tunes, I was a confirmed Deadhead. She was a dancer; I was a folk singer. liked Dali, she liked Reubens. I liked Roses she liked Gardenias. I was accustomed to cumming once in a while; she was accustomed to her men cumming three or four times a night.... Well I was willing to learn that trick-who says change is bad?! After several days of feeling her push those 34Ds into my arm, back or face I was starting to get the message-her interest was at least as great as mine. She was recently separated from her husband of 17 years and hadn't started to sleep around yet. Counting the time she'd been away from her hubby, it had been a long time since she'd gotten any either.

It was not like I had planned for anything to happen, but I started visiting her to help with computer problems or to repair some part of her new house that had fallen into disrepair. I didn't want any money for my time or expertise, what there was of it, and I didn't expect the warm embraces much less the passionate kisses that seemed to come out of nowhere. Our hands had now begun to explore each other's bodies and to my surprised delight the explorations included Mr. Happy himself. Okay the signs were unmistakable even for an old married fart like myself. What to do, what to do? I knew I had to act while the window of opportunity was still open. So, one day, under the guise of installing some computer program, I stopped by for a visit that would change my life. The hugs and kisses had gotten more and more passionate. The clothes were gradually falling by the wayside. The bed was beckoning me to make some firm use of its intended function. As I climbed between her now eagerly spread legs, I noticed the first hint of hesitancy in her eyes. Her hand was clutching my now fully extended member but was not pulling it towards her as much as pushing it away. She was biting her lip and trying to decide whether to go all the way. It felt like high school. "Should we be doing this?" she asked. "Too late to turn back now" I either said, grunted or imagined I said. First the tip of my penis just brushed against her waiting and now very wet lips of her love tunnel.. The grip on my member grew tighter and then relaxed. I inched forward and felt maybe half an inch disappear into that inviting spot between her legs. She sighed and further relaxed her grip. With a smile and one final push I was buried six, no six and a half inches deep into her vaginal canal-my balls slapping against her ass with a resounding smack. She let out a gasp and then withdrew her breath. I knew I wasn't the best hung man on the planet but there was no mistaking the positive effect I was having on my lover. Her legs now wrapped around my waist and her hips started flailing away at me. When I slowed down for a few seconds she asked: "What's wrong?" I assured her that nothing was wrong and resumed a more frenzied pace. After ten minutes that seemed like a pleasant eternity I erupted with one of the most satisfying orgasms I'd ever known. I had barely finished when she was stroking and then sucking on Mr. Happy bringing him back to life about a week earlier than I thought was possible.

Was that really me cumming for a second and a third time in an hour? Unbelievable. When it was over there was no look of guilt in either of our eyes-just the aftermath of much pent of passion that had been finally expended. I was too tired and stunned to say much afterwards which brought concern from my new best friend and lover. Was I upset, bored or just tired? No, no and no again... Happy, fulfilled and amazed was more like it. This was an erotic dream come true for me. The guilt would not come until much later when after a couple months of similar sessions I had gotten stoned and begun to over-examine the details of what the implications were for my marriage and my lovers sanity and well-being. But the tremors passed and the passion, far from eroding, just got hotter and hotter. Now the issue of what to do with my/our lives began to rear its ugly head. I had an idea. A Party; an orgy of shared dreams and never before acted out wishes needed to finally happen. I would get my wife drunk, put her in the presence of some attractive men and see what would happen. Plans were laid, invitations were made.

Finding attractive women for the party would be easy and certainly be expected, even by my wife, from an old horn dog like me. Finding men that might be interested and interesting would be harder; I was not the type to have lots of buddies or even acquaintances that would be ready, willing and able to drop their plans for a Sunday to visit my new digs on a couple weeks notice. Still, with a little help from the old lady and my imagination I was able to round up some new, old and potential friends to at least commit to drop by. Only one or two had any idea what sort of goings on I was planning. The only one who I flat out told about my plans was a net-buddy of my lady love who had brazenly e-mailed her a full Monty picture of himself which featured his most amazing attribute: a schlong that by conservative estimation had to be 13-14" when not even fully erect. It would be interesting to see who among the ladies present would be able to resist getting a closer look, feel or taste of that monster! I know my wife had often told me of a previous boy friend whose 9 incher had never failed to satisfy her inner-needs. And all the girls talk like no prick was ever big enough, at least not for them. Since my new friend was obviously no shrinking violet, I looked forward to seeing the eyes on some of my lady friends if and when he ever whipped his pride and joy out. I was not to be disappointed.

Party day arrived and the guessed trickled in. My closer friends and my wife's came early and tended to leave early as well. The black girls came late and left when they had sobered up a little. Everybody seemed to be having a good time talking, mingling and drinking. No drugs were in evidence since many were not into that scene and a visit from the cops was the last thing I wanted. A pretty good mix of people was still around when my guest of honor showed up. For a man with that much meat he was otherwise ordinary. A little younger than most of us, about my height but with an obvious bulge where the trousers usually just hang, he made his entrance with the panache of a man who knew what he wanted and was used to getting it. I greeted him as if he were an old friend and took him aside to tell him exactly who I wanted him to impress and just how much he could be expected to do so. He smiled; obviously happy at the potential he saw around him and assured me he'd be happy to earn the $50 I had slipped him.

My girl friend knew nothing of his or my intentions, but her mouth dropped open when she saw him enter the party. She pulled me aside and asked how I had found him and why had I invited him. A little email thievery was not beyond my means I told her and I smiled my best mysterious smile. "I may have to just stick around till the crowd thins out a bit and see where THIS is going. I was afraid that I was going to have to quit messing with you after I met your wife, but if she ends up riding on that thing, I'm gonna lose my guilt trip pronto!" she laughed out loud. "My thoughts exactly." I whispered.

Well the crowd finally did thin out and only the strange remained; the strange, the wild and the ones who knew. There had been a few slow dance numbers played and I was amazed how quickly a few of the women had succumbed to my new buddy's obvious attribute. He was easily the most requested partner when the tempo slowed down. The drinks had been flowing pretty freely all night and my wife, bless her horny little soul, had been one of the first to sidle up and get a good feel of the now growing bulge. I thought that his belt would never even hold that sucker back.

Now our house isn't all that big, but the music was at one end of the house and the bedrooms were at the other and it is a pretty good walk between them. One end of the house was designed for entertaining the other end for....ENTERTAINING! And a few glasses of alcohol never failed to make my wife horny. The doubles I had been plying her with all night had made her so horny that I barely had to reach into her pants during a rare slow dance that I had gotten with her to feel the juice running down her leg. I winked at my new friend across the room and he knew it was time to earn his keep. I put some loud music on and went out back with a few remaining friends to enjoy the now cool night air. Some folks were starting to fade and were dozingn chairs. Others were involved in animated conversations about music and politics. Nobody knew or suspected that much of the goings on had been photographed by a pair of lipstick cams that I had positioned in the party room.... and in my bedroom. Much of what went on I didn't even get to see live. Had to wait till the next afternoon to see it. What I did see made even my jaded old eyes nearly pop out. That estimated 14" was more like 16". And the sight of him plowing into my wife with all but an inch or so of it was amazing as it was erotic. He had her bent over the waterbed and was fucking her from behind when I "accidentally" edged the door open a bit and took a peek. I dropped my own jaw a little as he moved from her pussy to her also well lubricated rear entrance and muscled in and out a few times. I quietly closed the door and looked forward to watching the rest on tape. I was not disappointed.

They had individually rejoined the party 10 minutes later; my wife now fully composed and my friend with a very happy look on his face. I asked him if everything had come out ok and he just smiled and nodded. One of the remaining partyers seeing him leaving rushed over to his side whispered in his ear and then left to sit in his car. As he left to go I slipped him another $50 and thanked him, maybe a little over-much, for stopping by. The best $100 I had ever spent was never noticed or missed. I discovered what the puddle at the foot of my bed was the next morning when I popped the tape into the party room VCR. I got to watch her try and inhale the whole thing and succeeding in getting almost a foot worth into her throat. That left about two hand-fulls still outside, but not for long. He had flipped her over and in about two quick thrusts buried the whole monster into her dripping wet pussy. He balled her for at least ten minutes before sliding into her ass for 5 minutes more. Now, I hadn't ventured into my own wife's rear entry in a few years, so I was amazed at how readily she allowed this. First just the bulbous tip of his monster pushed into her anus, followed by a couple inches of hot rod. He pulled back a little and then crammed at least halfway home, pulled back a little and then buried the entirety of it deep into her rectum making her eyes pop wide open with a mix of satisfaction, elation and wonder. In and out he stroked with a tiny scream emanating from my wife'' mouth with each plunge. When he came, for the first time, her ass couldn't hold all the spunk that poured into it. Barely losing any of the erection he had then rolled her over and moved up between her breasts, sliding his monster between her breasts a few times and then grabbing it and forcing the tip into her mouth again. He had continued on after that rubbing the nub against her nose and lips before erupting all over her face and my carpet with a final heavy load. I kept the tape hidden and have never shown it to anyone, but the video-record remains a prized possession.

Party Time



"Okay" I grumbled to my wife as the valet opened the door and handed me a ticket. "Tell me again how long we have to stay."

She rolled her eyes and glared at me. "At least until the end of the auction" she said in a clipped tone. "That means a couple of hours. Surely you can find enough people to talk to or things to do for such a brief period. I can't leave earlier than that."

We walked into the party together and I took our coats to the checkroom. When I came back, my wife was surrounded by six people and was chatting away. I caught her eye and raised a hand to my mouth and made a tilting motion, asking her if she wanted a drink. She gave her nose a little scrunch and shook her head. I shrugged my shoulders and sidled off to find a bar and something to nibble on.

I generally dislike big parties but I particularly despise them when I am there because I have to be instead of because I want to be. This night I had to go because my wife was on the gala committee and it just wouldn't be right if I didn't show up. That I barely knew the other people associated with the event or that we would spend the entire night apart as she worked the crowd didn't enter into the equation. I understood but that didn't make it any better.

Trying to not feel too sorry for myself, I began to observe the crowd as I made my way across the expansive ballroom to the martini bar. I had to admit that there were a lot of attractive and well-dressed people there. Thankfully, it was not a formal event so the outfits worn displayed both lots of creativity and, in some cases, plenty of skin.

"Are you lost?" I heard a voice say.

I stopped and turned to see a very cute, raven haired, petite lady standing next to me. She was dressed in a loose off-white shirt and a knee length black skirt that had a provocative slit along one side.

"Um, no" I replied. "Why would you think that?"

"Well" she said with a gleaming smile "Your head is turning back and forth like you are looking for something."

"Ah" I said slightly embarrassed but understanding. "I'm just going to the bar and was taking in the surroundings."

"I was just headed there myself" she said. "Care to buy me a drink?"

"My pleasure" I said, though it was an open bar.

As we arrived to the bar she turned and asked me what I was going to have to drink.

"A very dirty, no a filthy dirty, vodka martini" I replied. "And how about you?"

"Oh, I'll be boring and just have a Cosmo."

I ordered the drinks and when they were ready handed over the conical glass filled with pink liquid to her while I took a quick slurp of the slightly muddy fluid in mine.

"Can I have a sip" she asked. "I like things dirty."

"Sure" I said and placed the glass near her lips.

"Mmm" she murmured looking me in the eye. "Salty. Reminds me of something...but I can't quite place it." And then, with her head turned thoughtfully towards the ceiling, she murmured almost to herself, "Colder though and of course less viscous."

She put her lips to my ear and said, "Come, follow me. Let's take a walk. I think I want to confirm something."

I started after her weaving through the crowd and trying to see where she was taking us. My cock started to swell as I looked at her ass sway in the tight black skirt and glimpsed her muscled thigh through the slit that opened up with each step she took. Glancing at her hand, I saw that she too was married and then I realized that I did not even know her name.

Before I knew it, she had led me out a side door and we were now in a hallway that ran the length of the ballroom. Going through a small maze of hallways, she took me to a meeting room and we quickly ducked inside. The woman took a chair and placed the backrest under the handle to try and ensure that no one could surprise us.

Though the lights in the room were off, there was sufficient light from the outside coming through the pale window liners. I pulled her closely while looking into her eyes and she reached behind my head, opened her lips pulled my head down and kissed me. 

She smiled as she stared at me and let her tongue slide from between her lips and slither in between mine. She bit gently on my lower lip and reached down for my belt buckle. Still looking me in the eyes, she undid my belt, unhooked the clasp at the waist and pulled down the zipper. She pushed me back against a table and tugged at the pants to pull them down from my hips.

She dropped to her knees and, still keeping her eyes locked on mine, worked my underwear down to my ankles. Only then did she look away from my eyes to my crotch. My cock stood alone, jutting horizontally into the warm air like a signpost. She whispered a soft sigh of excitement and with a smile placed her head beneath my sac and started to lick.

She twirled her tongue around each ball and then took them into her mouth one at a time slurping and pulling down slowly to let each one pop out of her mouth. All the while she was sucking my balls, her right hand gripped my shaft and was working up and down. She stopped and drooled out saliva onto her left palm and reached back up to anoint the tip of my cock and then worked her palm in a circular motion around the ridge at the tip of my hard-on while her other hand continued its rhythmic stroking.

I tried to reach down to get my hand into her shirt but she pushed me away...she was intent on controlling the action. Straining against the sensations she was creating I was relieved when she finally pulled over a chair, sat down and proceeded to wrap her mouth onto the head of my dick. Establishing a firm grip at the base of my cock with one hand, she placed her other hand on my ass and pushed me forward so that my rigid tool began to slide deep down her throat. When she had half of my shaft in her mouth she looked up at me and then moved her head forward so that my entire length was firmly ensconced in her mouth. Weaving her head slightly from side to side, she suddenly pulled back and left me waving in the air. Silently she resumed pumping with her slick saliva providing ample lubrication as she pulled and twisted my pole.

I watched transfixed as she hiked up her skirt and revealed her naked pussy lightly covered in dark hair. She leaned back, took her free hand and started to slowly rub herself. I could see the glistening moisture in her slit as she widened her legs to gain better access to the swollen nub between her legs. Mesmerized, I stared at her, helplessly following her hands as she simultaneously worked me and herself.

She continued to look at me, smiling occasionally but staying silent. Her chest rose and fell with increasing rapidity as she twirled her digits faster and faster in her sopping snatch. Beginning to gasp, she dropped her grip on my cock and dug two and then three fingers into herself, plunging them in and out while she played her clit with her other hand. She finally closed her eyes, threw her head back and opened her mouth in a wordless scream as she brought herself to the edge.

"No" I croaked and dropped to my knees in front of her. "Let me."

But I was too late. Her hands flew, her legs stiffened, she moaned deeply and the convulsions gripped her body as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Spent, she let her head loll forward to her chest for what seemed like minutes before she raised it up to look at me.

"Er, are you okay?" I asked jokingly.

"I'm so sorry" she gasped back. "I couldn't wait. I was too excited." 

She sat with her skirt bunched around her thighs, her wet lips spread wide to display the gaping tunnel between them. Feverishly I leaned in and grabbed her legs above her knees pushing them aside to further ease my access. She was slight and as I moved to sit on the chair with her, I placed my hands beneath her thighs and lifted her on my lap. She stood up for a moment, encircled my cock with her hand and gently rubbed the tip against her slick labia to make sure I was both hard enough and wet enough to easily slide into her as she slowly lowered herself back onto my lap with a deep sigh.

We kissed deeply and I brought my face to her neck to nuzzle and lick her nape as she squirmed and rocked against me. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and undid the front clasp of her bra to release her breasts. The loose fitting top had belied the twin mounds of firm flesh that now stood free of their encasement. Large dark aureoles were tipped with straining points that yearned to be suckled and I was happy to oblige when she lifted one to my bent lips. Circling one nipple with my tongue, I massaged her other point with the fingers of my right hand as I reached around her ass and worked the fingers of my left hand down beneath her cheeks to the spot between her pussy and her asshole where I gently massaged her.

We continued like this for a few moments when I decided a change of position was needed.

"Stand up," I said as I tried to lift her off of me.

She obliged and we disconnected for a moment. Her skirt fell back to her knees while my prick stood alone, enraged and engorged.

I gently pushed her to the table where she leaned over, placed her forearms on the tabletop and spread her legs. I stepped behind her lifted her skirt to her hips and slid my cock back into her. She pushed back at me and raised her head to look back at me.

"Harder" she whispered and thrust backwards to encouragingly slap her ass against me.

I placed a hand on the small of her back and picked up the rhythm looking down and watching as I pistoned into her over and over. Her asshole stared back at me and small wisps of hair between her cheeks lay matted from sweat and her wetness. My tool glistened from her moisture and the scents of her body filled the air.

Furiously I used both hands to spread her globes further and I slowed my thrusts as I pulled out to the very tip of my prick and eased my way back in fully. I was lost in sensation and felt weak in the knees with the rapture I was feeling and knowing that was I near to the end. I felt her reach beneath herself and extend a hand back to my balls. Gripping them slightly, she began to roll them in her hand, tugging and massaging at the same time.

"Cum for me" she urged. "Don't wait for me. I want you to cum."

"Yes" I answered as I further slowed my motions. And I stood virtually motionless and let her move her pussy up and down my cock while milking my nuts. I felt my dick swell and then the sensation of her gripping me with her pussy began. Then, she stopped moving up and down and with her ass firmly against my pelvis began to work her inner muscles like contractions. Each clench inflamed my nerves while each time she relaxed I gasped for more. At last, the heated lava of my sperm began to move and my fingers twitched in frenzy as I grabbed her ass even tighter and glued her to me as I strained to go further into her.

"Please" I whimpered and with one last tug on my sac, a clamp of her snatch and a wriggle of her hips she brought me up to and over the precipice of delight as streams of cum spurted out of me and into her waiting womb. I stood on my toes, arched my back and, grunting, thrust as deep as I could as I tried to prolong the ecstasy that she had bestowed on me. My energy used up, I collapsed on her back.

My withering cock slipped out of her. She stood and turned to me, legs still wide. Reaching down she stuck a finger inside herself took it out and staring at me, licked it clean.

"Salty" she said with a wicked grin, "Reminds me of a dirty martini." 

The End



Party Time...



Man... just had to share a hot scene i got myself into at a party my mom had at her house this summer... 

By the time I'd hit the gym, showered and dressed for the occasion, I was running pretty late... When I got there it looked like things were in full swing from all the cars I saw out front... Inside about 50 or so people all looked to be well on their way to having a good time with the cocktails flowing stiff and freely... As to be expected I was about 20 to 30 years younger than the rest of the crowd, but everyone was having a good time and getting tipsy...

One woman I didn't recognize caught my eye as I thought I caught her giving me a bit of lingering look over... She looked to be maybe in her 50s or so with conservatively styled shoulder length brown hair with some very healthy full curves... She had a skirt on that fell just below her knees and hugged her round hips and thighs, shiny black boots that came up almost to her knee, and a silk button up shirt that gave just a hint at the nice full cleavage below... I felt at hot little rush and bulge start to stir in my clingy sheer white cotton Calvin Kleins inside by dress slacks as I caught her eye...

I love being a bit of tease when I see a sexy, curvy older woman... and I gave her a devilish grin and quick wink when I caught her eye... She returned the favor with a discreet little lick of her nice red lips and a seductive stare...

I saw her move toward the bar and get another martini and I followed her over and started a fun little conversation that was filled with all sorts of naughty innuendos...

"You look like you're having a good time," I said... She clearly was quite a bit tipsy... Her eyes wandered down my body and lingered over the clear outline of the ridge around my circumcised plumb head that was pressing its form down along the inside thigh of my pant leg... As I followed her stare I let my fingertips glide over the top of my pants and across the swollen outline of my thickening bulge...

She quickly looked up at me with a mixture of a buzz and lust in her eyes and said, "It certainly looks like you know how to enjoy yourself too, don't you..."

"Mmmm, hmmm, but I want to make sure my mom's guests are well taken care of..." I said, as I looked down toward my own waist and tugged at the waist band of my pants, causing the material to slide up over my, hot, swollen, throbbing form... As I looked back to my new friend I saw her eyes had followed mine and her stare was now transfixed my thick, swollen, covered cock as its form clearly extended down the inside seem of my pant leg...

She didn't even lift her head up to reply, just blatantly stared at the nice swollen package I was presenting her with as she said, "Oh my, you're a naughty young man, but I think you're going to take extra special care of this guest... aren't you..." As she said that she had stopped paying attention to her cocktail and it began to spill a bit... I caught her hand with the glass and corrected it... She looked up at me and stepped in a bit closer... her nice full thigh brushed against my hot, steamy, throbbing cock...

"Oh my," she said... giving me that naughty smile... then pressing her thigh back in for a firmer, longer, hard rub against my hot, thick, throbbing shaft...

I put my hand on her nice round hip and then let it slide down the back of her nice full bottom giving a firm little squeeze and guided my thigh in between hers pressing my firm leg into her hot, steamy mound as my burning hot, hard, pulsing shaft slid over her nice round soft thigh... Then I looked down to where she'd spilled a bit of her cocktail on the rug and said...

"Wait right here while I run to my mom's bedroom to grab something to clean that up a bit..."

"Oh you tease... you're just going to leave me here after being such an aggressive, naughty boy... I might have to tell your mother on you..." she said.

I gave her ass a firm little smack and said, "You do that and I'll have to give you a spanking."

"Oooh, I might like that," she said...

"I bet you would," I said... "Now wait here and I'll be right back..."

I headed down the long hall away from the chatter of the party and toward the quiet of my mom's bedroom across the house... I opened the door to her room and headed into the master bathroom to grab a towel... As I walked back out of the bathroom I found my naughty new friend peaking in through the door... When she saw me inside she walked in... Her top now had several buttons undone, fully revealing the deep, long valley down her nice full cleavage and showing off a bit of her black lacey bra below...

"I thought I could help you," she said as she swayed slightly unstable from her cocktails in the door...

"Oh, I think I'm the one that's going to help you," I said as I quickly walked toward her, I took her hand and pulled her inside the door, quickly closing it behind her... Her nice big tits pressed into my firm hard chest and the full length of her body pressed against mine...

She reached around behind me and gave a firm grab of my ass and pulled my hot throbbing crotch right into the hot steamy mound between her thighs...

She looked up into my eyes and asked, "And what are you going to help me with..."

I still had a hold of her hand and I quickly used it to spin her around so her back was to me and she was looking directly into the full length mirror mounted to the back of my mother's bedroom door... She was a bit unstable on her feet, and her nice, full, round ass pressed back into my hot, throbbing, hard shaft... She let out a soft little moan as she felt and looked at herself in the mirror, with me behind, my cock pressing through her skirt and up along the crack of her ass... Then I slid one hand up her arm to the back of her head grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging her head back a bit so I could stick my tongue in her ear... My other hand slid up from her hip, along her side as I reached up over her open top and pulled out her nice big heavy tit, cupping it with my hand my finger tips pinched and twisted her aching hard nipple... watching her look at herself in the mirror through eyes half closed and lost in ecstasy...

Then I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to help you make your pussy cum all over that nice, hot, young, thick, hard throbbing cock you've been teasing all night..."

Her hands reached back around behind her and grabbed my ass again hard, driving my length of my burning hot shaft deeper into the crack of her skirt covered ass...

"Ooooh gaaaawd yesssssss," she moaned...

"Now be a good little naughty lady for your young stud and take those hands of yours and start hiking up that skirt of yours for me so I can see what you've got under there for me...." I said as I slid my other hand down from her hair and pulled her other tit out and began to squeeze and tease both of them with my hands...

She did exactly as she was told and let her hands slide down her legs and over to her nice thick thighs and started to wiggle her nice round ass back and forth as she worked her skirt up higher and higher... Until she finally squeezed it all the way up and over her nice big ass...

I looked at her in the mirror... her eyes still half closed, but taking in the view of her there, with her skirt now up over her hips, her hands on mine, playing with her nice big freed tits. Her black nylons pulled up tight against her pussy that was barely covered with a pair of lacey red panties...

I slide one of my hands down from her tit as she continued to fondle it on her on for me... Then let my finger tips find the waistband of her nylons and panties giving it a nice firm tug up until the red thong panties and nylons slid right up in between the hot swollen mound of her hairy pussy...

"Oooohhhh," she moaned...

Then I slide my other hand back up behind her head as she continued to play with her own tits for me in the mirror and I grab another handle full of her hair and pulled her head back... she opened her eyes wide and stared at the scene she was the center of in the mirror... Tits out of her open top, skirt pulled all the way up over her hips, my hand tugging and teasing her panties and nylons up further into her hot, swollen, steamy hot pussy...

"My, my, my..." I whispered in between sucks, nibbiling and sticking my tongue in her ear... "I think somebody wore here fuck me panties out tonight... didn't she," I said...

She started to grind her ass up and down against my thick, hot, meaty shaft...

I pulled her hair back harder and said, "Ah, ah, ah... Now tell me the truth... Those are your fuck me panties, aren't they... I bet you looked at yourself in the mirror just like you're doing for me now as you put those naughty red panties on, then slid those black nylons over them and thought to yourself I'm going to get my little pussy fucked good tonight... didn't you..."

"Mmmmm, hmmm," she moaned...

I let go of her hair, then slid my hand down in front of her and started to tease her hot swollen wet clit as it pushed out into her panties and nylons... tugging the waistband up and down with one hand, while my finger tips danced all over her hot, swollen, hard clit...

She grabbed onto my forearm with one hand, and continued to play with her tits with the other as she started to pant and gasp... "Ah... AHH... I... I'm... MMMm.... OOOOH.... FUUUUCK... I'm...OOOOH GAAAWD... CUM... CUMMMMMING... MMMMRRRFFF... MMMMM... OOOOH FUCK YEEEESSSSS..."

Her body went into spasms as her hot wet oily cum spread out all across her panty nylon covered pussy...

Her whole body went rigid and tight as she dug her nails into my arm and growled... "MMMM... MMMMM.... MMMMMMM... aaaahhhhhh"

Her knees went a little week and I wrapped one hand around her waist to support her, while I slid my cum soaked fingers up to her mouth... She didn't need any more encouragement as she began to suck and lick her own sweat juices from my fingers...

"Mmmm... hmmmm," she moaned, "I can't believe you made me cum right through my panties and nylons," she giggled in between sucks and licks of my pussy cum soaked fingers...

"That's right," I said. "And now I'm gonna make you cum all over my hot, thick, hard throbbing cock..."

Then I grabbed her hands and pushed her forward, pinning each hand to either side of the full length mirror... Then I slid my hands down to grab two big handfuls of her free swinging tits and tugged them down, forcing her hands to slide down the door a bit and her to bend over at the waist...

I slid my hands down over her hips... to the front of her nice big thighs and over her knees... slowly kneeling down behind her until my hands were on her ankles, slowly pulling her legs apart by her ankles...

I looked up at her in the mirror, from behind her, down between her knees with her legs spread wide...

"Look at you... hands pressed up against the door looking at yourself in the mirror, bent over at the waist, tits out, legs spread wide, your nice skirt hiked up over your ass... your cum soaked nylons and panties pulled halfway up your pussy... I think somebody desperately wants to get her pussy fucked... doesn't she..." I said...

She looked at herself in the mirror as she slowly nodded her head yes...

"Ask nicely and you'll get what you want... Now let me hear you say Fuck my pussy pleeease..."

She smiled at me in the mirror and slowly started to wiggle her ass and move her shoulders so her tits swayed back and forth... "Oh please... baby... please fuck my naughty little pussy for me... pleeeeeaase"

I slide the my hands up the backs of her legs until I got my fingers inside the waistband of her nylons and panties... Then I slowly started to slide them down her pale white thighs, stretching them wide down to her spread knees until they almost started to rip... Then I stood up behind her and slide my pants and clingy cotton Calvin Kleins down to my ankles... Finally springing my thick, hot, hard throbbing meaty shaft free... I grabbed the base of my cock and slowly guide my thick purple circumcised plumb head up between her spread thighs... she immediately reached down with one hand and tried to feed it into her pussy as quick as possible... but I only let her stroke the plumb head up and down her slit...

"You want to feel that cock buried deep in your pussy don't you baby..." I said as she tried to wiggle herself down on my shaft...

"Ah... somebody wants to get her pussy impaled on that nice thick throbbing hard cock..." I teased, not letting her get any more than the head in...

I reached up and pulled her hair back and looked at her in the mirror... "I know older woman like you like it hot, hard, deep and fast... Hmmm... You want me to fuck that pussy hard and fast... don't you..."

She was desperate now... trying to get her pussy lowered onto my cock, jerking my cock up and down her slit and over her clit...

She looked at me in the mirror and snarled... "Fuck me hard and fast stud... fuck my pussy with that cock..."

Then I slammed the whole thick hard throbbing hot length deep inside her....

"OOOOOOOOHHHHh FUUUUCK YEEESSS" she yelled...

"You want to get stud fucked hard and fast, hun..." I said as I started to piston my shaft all the way in and all the way out of her gapping wet hole... "I'll fuck you deep... hard... and fast baby..."

"YE... YE... YE... OOOOOOOOH YEEEEESSSSSS.... OOOOH FUUUUCK YEEESSSS..." she said with each thrust of my cock...

"Are you going to cum on my cock baby... Are you going to cum all over my cock for me..." I said...

"OOOH... PLEEE... OOO... PLEE..... OOOOH PLEASE MAKE ME CUUUUUMMMM"

I started to smack her nice big round ass as I fucked her pussy loose...

"Oh, I know how to make you cummm... I know just what you need to cum..." Then I reached my hand around in front of her... and said... "I bet you're a good little cock sucker too... now suck my thumb and get is nice and slick with your mouth for me... cause we both know how I'm gonna make you cum for me.."

She immediately took my thumb in her mouth as I fucked her deeeep, hard... and fast... her body shaking with each deep hard thrust of my cock... her pusssy getting nice and wet and sloppy loose from being fucked, deep, hard and long....

"Mmmmm,,, hhmmmmmm," she moaned as she sucked my thumb in and out of her mouth 

"You know just where that thumbs going... don't you baby..."

"MMMMM, HHHHMMMMMM," she moaned as her salivia began to sloppily run from her mouth and all over my hand....

I pulled her hair back hard, then pulled my thumb from her mouth... then I started to slide my wet thumb down the crack of her ass... pressing the tip right on the bud of her asshole as I fucked her pussy deep and hard...

She started to wiggle her nice big ass back against my thumb...

"Are you ready to cum for me, baby..." I said...

"GIVE... IT... TO... ME..." she grunted between my deep thrusts...

Then I pulled my cock all the way out of her pussy... rubbed the tip of my slick thumb around the bud of her asshole then slammed my cock all the way deeeeep inside her pussy as I pressed my thumb up her ass....

"OOOOOH FUUUUUUCK..." she yelled as her body twitched and convulsed around my cock and thumb...

I ground my cock deeeep inside her pussy and wiggled my thumb deeeeper up her ass....

She was sweating and panting, her face pressed against the mirror now... "mmmm".... "mmmmm".... "ooooh" she panted and wimpered...

I pulled my still rigid cock from her gapping wet pussy and she gasped... "Aa, aaah .... Aaaahhhh"

I worked my thumb inside her asshole for a little longer as she softly moaned her approval before popping it out...

I slid my hands up her side and helped her stand back up straight... softly stroking her tits... and ran my hands all over her body as she regained her senses... she smiled in the mirror at me... then reached behind and began to stroke my still rigid cock...

"Oh my," she said... "Your still rock hard..."

"That's what happens when you fuck somebody 20 years younger than you..." I joked...

"Well you certainly did help me... now how can I help you..." she said as she turned around and dropped down to her knees, taking my balls in her hand and starting to nibble on and suck my cock...

"Mmmmm.... I'd like to cum on those nice big tits of yours and have you rub it all in then send you back out into the party knowing those tits are covered in my cum...

"Oh you bad boy," she said as she looked up at me, then began to furiously suck my cock...

"Oooh, you're a good little cock sucker," I said... as I felt my balls get heavy and my cock begin to twitch...

I pulled my cock out of her mouth, then gently pressed her backwards as she reached up and cupped her tits giving me a beautiful fleshy target... I stroked my cock hard and fast, then rubbed it over her nice soft tits as hot stringy ropes of cum erupted from my cock head... again, and again... covering her nice big tits in my pearly white strands of cum...

"Oh my," she said... as she began to massage my cum into her tits and lap up the excess from her fingers with her mouth and tongue... "You certainly know how to treat a naughty lady..."

We both had a little giggle as she took a couple final quick sucks of my cock... then started to collect ourselves... She put her soaked panties and nylons in her purse... then smoothed down her skirt and buttoned up her shirt, leaving a bit more cleavage showing then when she'd first arrived, but much less then when she'd came looking for me earlier...

"I want to make sure I leave a little something for you to see so you can admire your work," she said...

I gave her a long deep kiss, then smacked her ass and sent her back out the party...

When I walked back out, it appeared no one had missed us... I saw her with a margarita in her hand talking to a gentleman that looked about her age... she signaled me over...

As I approached, she smiled and turned to the older gentleman standing next to her and said, "Honey, this is Jane's son, Dale," then she turned to me and said "Dale, this is my husband, Ben."

I was shocked, she'd had several rings on and I didn't even notice that one was a discreet wedding bad.

"Dale was nice enough to show me around the house and entertain me for a while until you could make it," she said... With a broad smile...

"That's nice," Ben said rather uninterested... Then he looked at his wife and matter of factly said, "Oh Judy, I think you might have spilled a little of your drink there" as he pointed to a remnant of my glistening cum she must have missed clinging just above her more conservative cleavage line...

She looked down at the spot her husband had pointed out, then took her finger tip, scooped it up, and sucked it into her mouth... "Mmm," she said, "Taste salty... It must have been from that nice big cock tail I had earlier..." as she smiled up at him... 



Party Time



Catherine Taylor got out of her car and walked from the car park of Leland Accountants where she was a partner in the firm. It was almost Christmas and the forty-two year old was not looking forward to it. Not that she had anything against the festival itself. Ordinarily she loved it but it had been six months since her forty-four year old husband, Stephen, to whom she had been married for fifteen years, suddenly announced he was leaving and moving in with twenty-nine year old Diane Fellows, who had been his secretary. Despite the fact that they both worked for the same firm, Catherine and Stephen worked in different areas of the building, an arrangement that suited them both because they wouldn't have to speak or see each other.

Catherine was still a handsome woman. She was quite tall, almost six feet, in fact. Her breasts were large and curvy and she had a superbly slim figure. Her blonde hair was long and tied in a tight bun. Although it was just nine in the morning it was very dull, and heavy cloud hung over the town of Penton, Middlesex.

As she walked along the corridor to her office Catherine saw the two main gossips of the firm, Mary Forbes and Paula Ronan nattering together as usual. These two women had given Catherine a torrid time. They never missed an opportunity to taunt her about the break up of her marriage. They often made cruel jokes about it, especially in front of other staff members. It was bad enough that while Catherine was the faithful wife her husband was bedding the young trollop but what hurt her most was the fact that these two had known long before Stephen dropped his bomb shell. They were laughing behind her back and enjoying it.

Mary was to married Peter Forbes and Paula was married to David Ronan. Both men were senior partners in the firm and their wives worked as accountants.

When Catherine reached her office her nineteen year old secretary, Sarah Matthews, greeted her. "Good Morning, Miss Taylor." Catherine had insisted on keeping her maiden name at work. Under the circumstances now it seemed appropriate.

Sarah handed Catherine a list. "These are your messages and I left the Babylon Crystal file on your desk for this afternoon's meeting."

"Thank you Sarah," responded Catherine with a smile. Once in her office, Catherine sat in her large leather chair and slowly began to work her way through the papers. Half way through the papers Catherine paused. She remembered when she was nineteen. How, just like Sarah, she joined the firm in an effort to work her way up. She remembered too how, because she wouldn't "play ball" with some of the partners, she was made do all the menial jobs in the firm. She was also lumbered with a cranky boss who made her life hell, when she was his secretary. Initially when Sarah was dumped on her Catherine resented it very much but as the months went by she began to appreciate just how valuable an asset she really was. Not just professionally but when she was in turmoil Sarah showed her great kindness and understanding.

Later that morning Catherine made her way to the kitchen to make her customary coffee. As she got to the door she could hear too familiar voices inside.

"Are you kidding? We couldn't invite that dried up old cow along. Besides, Di will be coming and you know what that means."

Catherine recognised Mary's voice. She knew too that Mary was referring to the girls evening out they planned after work on Friday. It was only for the gang of three, Mary, Paula and Diane. They usually ended up in the Broadchester Hotel and then a nightclub afterwards.

Catherine gave a cough as she went in and the two women were silent, wondering how much Catherine had heard. She remained silent, made her coffee and returned to her office.

***

On Friday, the last before the holiday, there was a gentle knock on Catherine's door.

"Come in."

"It was Sarah. "I'm sorry, Miss Taylor, but it's half past two and you said I could leave early to do some Christmas shopping, that's if you don't need me?"

"Already?" replied Catherine. "Yes I did. Please come in Sarah and close the door."

Sara did so.

Catherine picked up an envelope and handed it to her secretary. 

Sarah opened it and saw the amount on the cheque. "Thank you, Miss Taylor, but I already got my bonus."

"I know you did dear. I put you through a lot this year and you did it all without complaining and efficiently. I do appreciate that. When you come back after the holiday we'll discuss how to get your accounting studies up and running . Ok?"

"Oh thank Miss Taylor. Thank you," said Sarah joyously almost with tears in her eyes. "Mer-, I mean..."

Catherine smiled. "Merry Christmas Sarah, treat yourself and enjoy."

Sarah nodded with a smile and left.

As Catherine was about to leave the building she could see Mary, Paula and Diane gathered at the front door. There was an icy atmosphere as she passed them and headed for her car. Mary was the leader of course. The other two just followed. Catherine knew what was wrong with them. Both husbands, as well as Stephen were off gallivanting in Scotland and the women wanted to follow suit.

At the hotel Mary ordered the first round of drinks. After about an hour or so a bored Mary looked at the others. "God, it's so dull here. Let's go up to the club. Who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky."

"Mary!" cried Diane.

"Oh loosen up, Di. It's party time. Come on," and all three made their way to Beverly's Night Club, just as Catherine had foreseen.

In the club and after having one more drink Mary and the others went out on the floor and danced. As the night wore on three handsome young men, neatly dressed, came over and danced with them.

"Hi. I'm Ian," shouted the first one.

"Mary," she responded. 

After an hour or so, Ian spoke up. "We have to go."

"Already? You've only just got here," shouted Mary.

"Well, we have a party to get to."

"Oh," responded Mary, clearly disappointed.

"Of course, if you want to come along?"

"Of course we'd like to."

"Mary!" Diane exclaimed.

"Oh come on Di. Where's your sense of adventure?"

Outside, Ian hailed a mini bus taxi and all six filed in. Ian instructed the driver and after a short drive they arrived at a terraced two storey house and from the sounds the party was well under way. 

Ian knocked at the door and another young man in his early twenties opened the door.

"Hi Jake. These are our friends, Mary, Paula and Diane."

"You're all very welcome," said the young man politely and ushered them in.

Ian turned to Mary. "Let me take your coat. Drink?"

"Please," responded Mary as she handed him her striped business suit jacket. After dancing for a while Mary sat down. She looked over at the girls. She could see they were enjoying themselves as they chatted with the other young men. Ian brought her another drink and she accepted it gratefully.

After a while a slow tune began to play. "Oh I love this tune," said Ian. "Let's dance to it."

Despite that fact that Ian was several years younger, Mary found him sexy and attractive. Being married didn't stop her noticing that. 'Anyway, if my husband is having a good time, why shouldn't I?' she thought.

After a few moments Mary began to feel strange. Her vision was getting blurred and she slumped on Ian's shoulder. "Are you ok?"

Mary could hear but not see Ian. "I just feel a bit dizzy, that's all."

"Oh you're just a bit warm," responded Ian. 

"Stop it," cried Mary weakly as she felt her white sleeveless blouse being slowly opened. Her plea was to no avail as each button was slowly opened. Just as the last button was opened Mary felt the zipper of the striped business skirt being pulled and the loosened garment slid to the floor. When her blouse had been removed her full black slip was revealed. There was a sudden strain on the garment as it was literally ripped from her body.

"Wow, look at this," came a voice as her sexy red lace, low cut bra was exposed. Her matching knickers were encased in her sheer black tights.

"Please..." begged Mary, weaker than before. Like her other pleas it fell on deaf ears as the rest of her clothes were removed. 

She then felt herself been carried and eventually being deposited onto a bed. Her long beautifully smooth legs were prised apart and Mary could feel a huge hard cock being forced into her vagina. At the same time her huge naked breasts were being licked and sucked. Despite her ordeal Mary couldn't help but moan.

"Oooh," she sighed as the gentle licking and sucking of her breasts continued. Meanwhile, the intrusion into her pussy began to feel pleasurable as the young man's cock began to pound, gradually building up speed with each stroke. Despite the fact she was being forced, Mary's body began to react positively and move at each stroke, eventually they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. 

As this wonderful, if unwanted ,sensation continued Mary felt something being forced onto her mouth. It was a bare pussy.

"Start licking bitch. Did you think you were going to fuck my boyfriend without fucking me?"

Mary could hear the collective sound of female laughter. Fearing she would suffocate, she obediently began to lick the young woman's vagina. At last, as the pounding of her pussy ceaselessly continued, Mary could feel her love juices starting to gather and she and the young man orgasmed together as the young man's cum and her juices collided, causing an enormous climatic sensation for them both. The young woman also orgasmed, releasing a sigh of relief and joy.

"You are good bitch," laughed the young woman. "Ok. Who's next," and the whole experience repeated itself over and over. After what seemed like hours it all stopped. Exhausted, Mary was relieved and was glad of the respite but it wasn't for long as she was thrown over on her front. Suddenly another huge cock forced its way between her arse cheeks and began to pump her mercilessly. It only stopped briefly as she felt the burning sensation of hot cum exploded inside her and like a swift changing of the guard, it started again. Eventually though, as her strength deserted her, Mary Forbes passed out and everything suddenly became black.

***

"Wake up. Do you hear me? Wake up."

Mary slowly began to wake up. The first thing she noticed was her shoulder being shaken. As her eyes cleared she was astonished to see a young woman in her twenties dressed in a nun's habit.

"Who the hell are you?"

The young woman cracked a bamboo cane on the desk. "Don't you dare take that tone with me, Miss Forbes. This isn't the first time you've ended up in my office."

"I don't know..."

Mary felt a hand gripping her shoulder. She looked up and saw another young woman also dressed in a nun's habit. "Silence," she said with authority. It was only then that Mary realised she herself was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform consisting of white blouse, red jumper and tie, short grey skirt and white ankle socks.

"Alright bring them in."

The young woman behind Mary left and a few seconds later she returned, dragging two young men in similar school uniforms.

"Well gentlemen, what's your story?"

One of the youths spoke up in a tone of mock meekness. "Well Mother Superior, she offered to have sex with us if we paid her..."

"You're crazy. I've never set eyes on you two before."

"Silence!" yelled the young woman as she once again she cracked her cane on the desk.

"You two can go."

The young men left.

"The evidence is quite clear Miss Forbes. You have again and again violated the rules of this school and warnings have not had any effect. Get over that chair."

"Go to hell," screamed Mary in response.

Suddenly the young woman behind her grabbed Mary and swung her around and held her tightly over the chair. Mary's knickers were pulled down and she screamed in pain as her naked flesh felt the cane striking. "Whack! Whack! Whack." Then she felt a sting in her arse and once again she was enveloped in total darkness.

***

At the same time that the drugs had started to take effect on Mary, Paula had also become very weak and her vision blurred. 

"Oh dear. You've had too much to drink," came a female voice. Paula could hear giggling as she was led away. She was unsure of where she was but she could feel her business suit jacket being removed. "Please stop. I'm a married woman," she pleaded weakly. 

"Oh we're all girls here," came a sarcastic reply along with a chorus of female laughter.

Paula tried to raise her arms, hoping in some way to stop this humiliation but she was held fast. Besides, the drug had made her weak and as her blouse and skirt were discarded she was unable to move. Her flesh coloured tights and black knickers were lowered in one fell swoop. When her black lace bra was removed some of the girls sighed.

"Wow, look at those tits."

"Her pussy looks good too."

There were more roars of laughter as Paula finally realised where she was as she was pushed forward and jets of steamy water lashed down her nakedness. The sensation made Paula scream at first but her body adjusted to the shock.

"Please," she begged.

"Hey, she's gagging for it."

Once again there was a chorus of female laughter. Paula could feel hands gripping her naked hips. Suddenly she felt something probe her pussy lips. It was a tongue. Gently it made its way through her lips and began to lash her clit.

"Mmm," muttered the young woman as she continued her tongue action.

Despite herself Paula moaned. "Oh my God," she repeated over and over.

"Hey, she likes it," laughed the young woman standing behind her soaping Paula's magnificent breasts. 

"Hey girls, leave something for us," came a young man's voice.

The wonderful sensations Paula felt suddenly stopped.

"You're more than welcome to her. She's not bad at all," laughed one of the girls.

Paula was kissed by one of the young men, who slowly drove his hard cock deep inside her vagina and began to pump. Another young man stood behind her and inserted his cock into her arse and plundered it with pleasure. As the jets of hot water cascaded upon them, all three settled into a unified and sexually satisfying rhythm. 

Paula screamed, not with joy but pain as the young men pounded her body. The young women laughed as they left them to it. Eventually all three orgasmed together. It came as a welcome relief to Paula but, as with Mary, it was short lived and the sequence began again, ending only when she passed out, totally exhausted.

***

"Guard, wake the prisoner."

As Paula's vision slowly cleared she was astonished to three young people in their twenties, sitting at a desk in front of her. They were dressed in replica Royal Navy uniforms. There were two male and one female. 

Paula was sitting in a chair, also dressed in a replica Royal Navy uniform. "What the hell?..."

"Guard, silence the prisoner," 

Suddenly, Paula felt an electric shock that immobilised her.

The young man in the centre then spoke. "Ensign Ronan, this Court Martial finds you guilty of the charge of soliciting while on board one of her Majesty's warships. It is the sentence of this court that you receive one hundred lashes and dishonourable discharge from her Majesty's forces, said sentence to be carried immediately. Remove the prisoner."

Paula was held by two young women, also in replica uniforms. As they led her away she tried to make a break for it, only to receive an even nastier electric shock. Unable to move, she was dragged into another room. Suddenly she could feel her clothes being violently ripped from her body. Once her jacket was removed, both her blouse and skirt were literally ripped apart, as were her bra, knickers and tights. Her hands were forced upwards and she was locked into shackles that were secured to a wall.

Paula screamed as she felt the paddle strike the cheeks of her arse. Two young women, clad in skimpy leather outfits stood at either side and they administered the "punishment" between them. Paula was relieved when, at last, it was over. Her arse was sore. The last thing she remembered was a gentle prick there before all went black.

***

Like her colleagues, Diane had been dancing when she suddenly felt weak and disorientated. She fell forwards into the arms of the young man she had been dancing with. Unlike Mary and Paula however, the drug was not quite as strong and she could see everything, even her assailants. It would be much later that she would realise that this was deliberate. Nonetheless, Diane found she was too weak to break free. She was made to stand up and a group of six well dressed young men stood around her in a circle.

"Please, don't do this," begged Diane, with tears in her eyes.

The only response she got was an electric shock.

"Ahh!" she whined in discomfort.

"Not another word dear or the pain will be even worse," said the young man facing her. He slowly began to unbutton Diane's blouse. At the same time the zipper of her striped skirt was slowly pulled down. However the young man behind her only allowed the garment slip to the floor when the last button of her blouse was undone and her blouse fell open to reveal her very sexy blue lace, low cut bra.

"Wow. I bet that's not standard issue."

They all laughed in unison.

"Please..." There was another, stronger electric shock. "Aaah!"

"Now sweetheart, don't force me to do that again." The young man bent down and pulled her black tights and matching blue knickers down.

The young man nodded to one of the young women and she appliied cream to Diane's pussy. She began to shave away Diane's pubic hair. Diane wanted to protest but she remembered the pain she had from the electric shock and she reluctantly remained silent. Finally she was brought to another bedroom and pushed onto it and her hands were tied to the bed posts. The young man who had spoken to her was now naked. He gently mounted her and inserting his huge cock he began to pump. His pace accelerated with each stroke and Diane's body began to react to it as she settled into a unified rhythm.

"Uuugh," groaned as the clearly experienced young man continued his pumping action. He prolonged it to maximise the pleasure for them both and when they orgasmed they released a deep sigh of sexual satisfaction. The remaining young men also fucked Diane in succession but none were as pleasurable as the first young man. As the last expelled his load inside her she sighed for pure relief. It was however, short lived. When she was released from her bonds Diane was forced to her knees. She was terrified as she felt the cold steel of a knife blade under her chin.

"Now Miss Fellows, this is the deal."

Diane looked at the young man. 'How does he know who I am? I simply mentioned my first name.'

The young man continued. "For you and your friends to leave here unharmed you will do exactly as you're told. You will make all my friends happy and you will enjoy the sex. Is that clear?"

Diane nodded anxiously.

"Good." He nodded to the two young men holding her and Diane eased slightly upwards, just enough for another young man to slide underneath. He gripped Diane's bare hips and forced his huge dick into her arse; he pushed in and out. As soon as they were satisfied that there was a rhythm developed one of the other young men forced his cock into Diane's mouth with instructions to suck or else. At the same time she was forced to hand fuck two others.

What Diane didn't know was that she was being filmed at every conceivable angle while apparently enjoying this enforced orgy. Each time cum exploded in her mouth she was forced to swallow. The constant burning in her arse made that area very sore. Some of the young men simply rubbed their cocks between Diane's breasts and rubbed the resulting cum all over them. Finally, as the last young men orgasmed, Diane collapsed in sheer exhaustion, relieved that her ordeal was apparently over and she fell into a slumber.




Party Time



"Adulteress, adulteress, adulteress," This was the chant Diane slowly woke to. It was coming from both male and female voices. She found she couldn't move her arms. This was because she was securely fastened into a medieval style stocks and her mouth had a ball gag. The cold breeze on her back made her realise she was naked. When she looked up she could see young men and women dressed in medieval attire. It was just like one of the old Shakespeare plays of her school days. Suddenly the mood of the youths changed and Diane screamed through her gag as she was continuously pelted by fruit. At the same time her arse was being pounded by a huge cock. There had to have been about twenty forced entries. Each were hard and without mercy. When it stopped both of her arse cheeks were struck hard by wooden puddles. Diane screamed as the pain intensified. The last thing she remembered was a little sting and she blacked out.

***

"Come on, ladies. Wake up,"

Mary Forbes was first to wake. As she did so, the female voice she heard became louder and as Mary's vision slowly cleared she saw two female police officers standing at the side of the bed.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"That's what we want to know," replied the police officer.

Mary could feel the sensation of body heat and realised that a sleeping Diane was resting on her left breast while Paula was resting on her right. It was then Mary realised that she was naked herself and grabbed a sheet to cover all three of them. She also tried to wake them up. Diane and Paula slowly woke.

"You're all under arrest. Now get dressed."

"Arrest? On what charge?" asked Mary.

"Possession of illegal drugs for one thing," said the police officer, pointing to the small bag of white powder on the side table.

"That's not ours."

"We'll discuss that at the station. Now get dressed." 

The confused women filed out of the bed in a vain search for their clothes.

"Our clothes are gone," cried Mary.

"What are those?" The police officer was pointing to glittery tops and shorts that were flung over a chair.

"They're not ours."

You better put them on. They're the only ones here."

There was no underwear and the humiliated women put on the skimpy outfits. The tops were tight button ups and low cut, exposing their huge breasts and there was a gap that exposed their midriffs. They were the same outfits for all three. The only difference was in colour. The pants were so tight there arse cheeks could be seen. The ridiculously high heels were the only shoes they could find. All three were led to the waiting police car and ferried to the police station.

"That's the most ridiculous story I have ever heard, Mrs Forbes." Sergeant Helen Pattison was replying to Mary's story.

"But it's true Sergeant. I swear it. Oooh," said Mary as she put her hand to her throbbing head.

"Look Mrs Forbes, you've got to see it from our point of view. You claim to be accountants out on a party. You claim you were drugged and raped. You don't have proof of identification and all we could find was this. Helen handed Mary a business card. It read Mary's Escort Service. All tastes catered for.

"I never saw that before in my life."

"You agree that the phone numbers on the card are yours and your colleagues'?"

"Yes but I swear I don't know what's going on here. Please I want to call my husband."

"Where is he?"

"The Caledonian Hotel in Scotland. All our husbands are there."

"Where in Scotland?"

"I can't remember," shouted Mary in frustration. Once again she held her head as she felt as if a hammer had struck it.

Helen turned to the police constable behind her. "Joe, put Mrs Forbes and the others into a cell."

"We haven't done anything."

"You are in possession of illegal drugs and you tested positive for them. You also entered a premises without permission and there's possible prostitution."

The constable led Mary to the door of the interview room. Helen spoke again. "Joe, get the ladies some aspirin and something hot and strong to drink. They look like they could do with it."

"Ok Sarge."

"You and the others had better sleep it off Mrs Forbes, maybe you'll remember more in the morning." 

Mary was led down a corridor where both Paula and Diane were waiting, having also being interviewed by the police. 

"Follow me ladies." The women obeyed with total resignation and followed the constable downstairs.

He opened the door of one of the cells. "You'll all have to share the one cell. Because of the weekend it is, we have more 'customers' than usual."

"Please constable, our husbands..."

"As soon as we locate them we'll let you know. Remember, it's half past four in the morning. I suggest you all get some rest."

Try as she might, Mary couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about that had happened. How it was all her fault. If she just hadn't been so juvenile. 'God knows what Peter is going to say.' After what felt like eternity Mary finally succumbed to sleep.

***

The clink of keys woke Mary and the others from their light sleep. The door opened and two constables carried a tray each. 

"Good news, Ladies. Your husbands have been located and are on their way back. You should be reunited with them by lunch time," grinned one of the constables.

A few hours later the keys jangled again. This them a mature male sergeant with authority written on his face, walked in. "Follow me please, ladies."

Mary and her companions did as instructed, following the police officer up the stairs. They climbed each step with increasing dread. Finally they arrived at an interview room where Stephen, Peter and David were waiting with deep frowns.

"Peter, I can explain everything..."

"Then they are who they claim?"

"Yes, sergeant. Loath though I am to admit it, this is my wife and her work colleagues," responded Peter Forbes, total disgust, in his voice.

"Peter, we were drugged..."

"I hope you have a good explanation for this." Peter slammed the local newspaper on the desk. The picture on the front page was censored but it was obvious that Mary was nestled between her two companions, naked and cradled together in deep slumber. The headline read "End of year audit?"

Oh my God," cried Mary and the others. Mary put her hands to her mouth.

" Yes Mary, those were my exact words too. It's even juicier on the second page." 

Mary didn't look. "Someone set us up..."

"Save it for later. No wonder the police didn't believe you. You're all dressed like tarts. What the hell did you think you were doing?"

The men threw three bags on the table. "Now put these on. We'll wait outside."

The men left and the women went through their respective bags to retrieve their clothes. It was as she was dressing that Mary saw it. Diane had her naked back turned to her and Mary saw the letters WHORE clearly and professionally tattooed onto Di's back. She tapped Paula on the shoulder signalling to her to remain silent.

After they were dressed they were led to the front desk. 

The sergeant spoke. "Ladies, you've been released on police bail pending further enquiries. The owner of the house is willing to drop the charges of illegal entry if costs of repairs are met."

Mary and the others were driven away. That night was the stormiest night in the Forbes' household. Peter and Mary slept in separate rooms. 

For Mary and her companions the nightmare was only beginning. The following morning the house phone rang and Peter answered. "What? How bad? Yes, I see. Ten o clock. I'll be there." Peter put the phone down and just looked at Mary with a scowl.

"What is it?" she asked anxiously.

Peter didn't reply. He just went to the computer and punched up Leland Accountants' website. There was an explicit video showing all three women in various sex acts with both males and females. There was a voice over that sounded just like a commercial.

"Mary's Escort Service. All tastes catered for." It was then that Diane was shown being gangbanged and apparently enjoying it. Then three mobile phone numbers flashed up on the screen. One of them was Mary's.

The tears rolled from Mary's eyes. "Peter, I..."

"Don't talk to me. All the partners have been called in for ten. My guess is you better start making out a new CV." 

Mary wept bitterly as he slammed the door.

All eleven partners, including Catherine, Stephen, Peter and David were finally gathered. Despite the video pleaded desperately on their respective partners' behalf. Even Catherine made an albeit half hearted attempt to intercede for them. It was all to no avail as the majority lay down an ultimatum- Be fired or resign. To avoid further trouble, the women chose the latter.

***

It was a few days after Christmas and Catherine was sitting in her favourite restaurant reading an old newspaper. Jack Lawson, a private detective and one time boyfriend of Catherine came up to her.

"Hello Cathy. Still reading it?"

Catherine rose and hugged him "Jack!"

They both sat down and Jack ordered breakfast.

"I have to hand it to you Jack. It was masterful. How did you get those students involved?"

"College students Cathy. Give them the right incentive and they'll do anything. In this case they indulged in their wildest sexual fantasies without being caught."

Catherine laughed heartily. She pushed a large envelope towards him and he put it into the inside pocket of this coat.

"Aren't you going to count it?"

"I know you long enough to know I trust you Cathy."

Catherine smiled.

Jack put his hand on her leg. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Well, if you're not busy later tonight?"

"Oh, I think I can 'squeeze' you in," grinned Jack. "Happy New Year, Cathy."

"It will be now Jack. It will be now," responded Catherine with a beaming smile.



Party Time



Even though Halloween had passed, my girl friend wanted to drag me to a party in the city, at a private lesbian club she is a member at. Now don't get me wrong, I love a party - and partying with a bunch of girls is right up my alley - but going attached to Reenie. We aren't lovers as much as we are fuck buddies. We didn't really hit it off in the friendship department, but physically we both decided that sex together was a hell of a lot better than masturbation. 

For several reasons my interest in girls is kept pretty private. Partly work, partly family, here in my home town I tend to keep that side of me quiet. For that reason I was figuring my time here would be pretty dry, and then I met Reenie at work. Reen and I are complete opposites. She's short, I am tall, she's a physical fitness teacher, I am into computers, she's gay and I am bi. In temperament we are opposites as well. I tend to be more daring and volatile; she's quiet, but equally as determined as I am. She is also drop-dead gorgeous! Heart-shaped face and a beautifully proportioned athletic body, blondish hair. I am much taller, also athletic with slightly wider hips than bust. Together we look like Mutt and Jeff, but we fit together well, physically. Emotionally we didn't hit it off at all. There is just something there. While she's incredible in bed, it's like nothing really touches her. I don't know what it is, but like I said, fuck buddies, not lovers. For whatever reason -- it works for us.

The week before Halloween Reenie mentions this party. She has this idea about going as a big game hunter with me as her captive cat. Yea, right! I am not going anywhere as her anything! She seems to accept that but still presses me to attend the party. I figure what the hell, I can always do with a good time and being in an anonymous crowd in the city would let me let my hair down a bit.

First bone of contention is Renee's idea of a costume. Now I am not naive, but a cat's tail doesn't have an inflatable plug which goes you-know-where -- no effin' way. I mean I have a great cat suit and not only am I not cutting it for this thing, the idea of walking and dancing with this thing in me didn't sound like fun. Reenie acted all hurt when I declined, but I made it up to her later that afternoon. I can't believe she brought that thing to work to show me. Don't get me wrong, I love all kinds of toys, and my rear is certainly not virginal, but you try dancing with something like that! I dare you! The second problem was her wanting me to wear a collar and leash. She talked me into the chain collar, but no leash. I wasn't going as her captive or even her property. I was going to party and didn't want anyone to think she had any rights on me.

Friday rolls around, I pack my costume, with my more typical tail, and after work, meet Reen at her place and we change and head into the city. She's all done up in a great silk blouse, crossed bandoliers and a gun belt, Wellington boots and a screwy looking pith helmet. She looked great, except for the helmet. Mine was wilder. A black body-hugging cat suit with a v-neck to show what cleavage I have, an open-front vest striped in two shades of black, one slightly sparkly, laced high-heeled sandals, and a bendable tail done in a tight spiral, hair all blown out and a combination ears and partial face mask. I will admit looking damn hot. Oh, I may not have mentioned it, I am not exactly modest!

Reenie kept touching me all the way into the city. By the time we got there I was debating just finding a hotel room, but Reen wasn't going to miss this party. She warned me that things could get pretty wild and that I shouldn't be shocked. Reenie and I don't know each other all that well, but I doubt anything that happens would be all that shocking. I've been in some wild clubs before including a party in a club in San Fran where the doors were closed and locked at 1AM and nobody left before noon the next day. Now that was a party!

We arrive a little later than planned, so we head right to the party instead of getting a hotel room. The club is close to the downtown area in part of the city I didn't know. It looked like an old brownstone building, but apparently all the floors were part of the club. The windows were dark; I thought we were in the wrong place. Reen explained that the windows are doubled covered on the inside for both sound and light privacy. The buildings on each side are owned by the club and rented as apartments to members. This way there are never any problems about late parties and noise. The whole arrangement whistled up thoughts of some serious money. Who owns three brownstones in this city? The real estate prices are unreal!

We enter the main entrance and a tall Viking of a female welcomes us and addresses Reenie by name. Reen intros me and I am amazed at the strength of her grip and the dazzle of her smile. Her name is Ing (pronounced Inj) and she says she's been looking forward to meeting me ever since Reenie told her about me. I am not used to looking eye to eye with most women, but Ing was exactly my height, even considering our heels. Reenie starts laughing and we both look at her, still clasping hands. 

"You two look like the image and the negative of a photograph," she says.

Thinking about it, she was right. Ing is my height, blonde - almost white hair, dressed as a white cat, in a similar cut, but white cat suit with white high heeled sandals. We laugh and Ing pulls me close for a second. "Save me a dance later!" she whispers to me, her voice sending a chill of anticipation up my spine.

Reen tugs my arm to drags me deeper into the building towards the noise that is obviously a party. "I didn't know Ing would be dressed as a cat, but I am glad she was, you two looked amazing together." she says while laughing.

We enter another set of doors and into Wonderland. The rest of the first floor of the brownstone was wide open except for some structural columns. The room was brightly lit with lots of mirrors all around the room. It must have been almost 10,000 square feet. The center clears for dancing, small tables scattered around, two small bars and there was an all-girl band playing nice music perfect for dancing. My hips were already moving as I looked around the room at everything. Such a beautiful sight and no sign of any testosterone as far as the eye can see! OK, I know I am bi, but right now guys aren't an interest. I have no problems with them, just no looking for another no-brainer with a penis attached. The ceiling was at least 12 feet, and the walls covered in all types of mirrors, there must have been over a hundred of them. The room was full but not crowded. Small groups of women gathered at various points, quite a few on the dance floor. No a collection of supermodels, but an interesting group of women. 

There is one thing I have always loved about a lesbian bar, the lack of a meat market attitude I have seen all too often. I hate walking into a bar and seeing every male head turn. I really hate to see guys looking through or past their girlfriends/wives to checkout whoever just walked in. I used to chalk it up to just curiosity, I mean I like to see who walks into a room, but I never interrupt a conversation to do it. Well I wasn't overwhelmingly aware of it until I walked into a girl bar in San Fran and damn few heads turned. It's funny; at first I thought there was something wrong with me :-). As time went on I realized that in most bars it's the guys who seem to keep their radar on all the time. In a girl club, you will get checked out eventually, but rarely as rudely as guys do it. I know, just whining, but it's a pleasant change!

Reenie starts dragging me deeper into the room. Her target is a small group sitting at a table. I hear someone call her name as I shrug off her hand to make my own approach. There are three women sitting at a table for 6. One is a delightfully plump red-head, a slender blond with a very introspective look on her face, and another blond with a very nice face, but more athletic a figure. The red-head jumped up and rushed Reenie, giving her a bone-breaking hug. The red-head was heavy, but incredibly light on her feet. Reenie returned the hug and gestured to me to catch up. 

The red-head turned her green eyes to me and I realized that I was looking at an older copy of Reenie. "Brooke, meet my sister Regina." she said. She pronounced it with a long 'I', like vagina. Regina smiled 1000 watts at me and held out her hand. "The name's Reggie. Renee is the only one who still calls me Regina." 

I smile and take her hand. "Hi, I'm Brooke." She nods knowingly and it makes me wonder what kind of billing Reenie gave me. Reggie tugs me to a chair and quickly introduces me to the two blondes. Ann and Beth, but I am not sure which is which. A waitress appears and takes our drink order while I sit back and enjoy the atmosphere while Reen and Reggie get caught up. One of the blondes keeps peeking at me through her hair. I can't figure out if she is Ann or Beth, but I am not worried about it yet.

The band strikes up one of my favorite songs and my hips start moving on their own. Reggie notices and asks me to dance. Who am I to turn a dance down and we head out to some slow music. She holds me, and starts leading. I pull her a little closer so we can chat. I ask her what lies Reenie has been telling and she chatters in my ear the whole song about things apparently Reenie has said. Let's just say Reenie exaggerates. The dance was nice and Reggie kisses me almost chastely and leads me back to the table. 

For a wild party, things were pretty tame, in fact, kind of dull. The music was wonderful, and the drinks were not typical house brands. There was finger food galore, including my weaknesses of shrimp and crab. For some reason I caught an air of anticipation, but I wasn't catching any reason for it. I just decided to go with the flow and enjoy myself, letting things happen.

Two hours later and about 10 dances with different girls, I was starting to get a little antsy. I mean 10 different girls and they all hold me like I am their kid sister and offer simple kisses, or worse, kissy noises near my cheek. I was getting a little tired of it when Ing stalked into the room and closed the big double-doors from the entryway. I glanced at my watch and realized it was 10PM already. The band stopped in mid-note and we all watched as Ing made a big production about locking the door with a large brass key. 

Applause broke out and the lights dimmed quickly. Hmmm maybe I had spoken too soon?

The lights lowered and 6 dancers came out from a side door. The music slowed as the six began a wonderfully erotic dance. It took my breath away as the girls danced a subtle but highly suggestive dance. Their hands wandering all over their bodies as they all but masturbated in front of us. I couldn't tear my eyes away as they got closer to each table, leaving an article of clothing on each one. This was not a simple striptease, no - this was a work of sexual art that had me clenching my thighs together and holding the arms of my chair so I wouldn't reach out and try and touch one of these angels.

One by one they moved around the room, weaving a spell around all of us. An incredibly limber blonde left some gossamer fabric on our table as she went around us, touching each of us lightly. Her fingers left a trail of fire on my neck as my breath was stolen completely away. All six dancers stopped in the center of the room simultaneously. Six beautiful nude women who had taken part of our souls with them stopped with their arms high in triumph. The music ended suddenly and the lights went completely out. After a long pause tremendous applause rang out from an appreciative audience.

While everyone was clapping I reached out and captured the cloth on the table. Bringing it to my face I could smell a light scent of perfume, sweat, and a touch of feminine arousal. The lights came back up and I had the blonde dancer's panties as my prize. The evening was improving. Hot breath on my neck startled me. "You can return them for a private introduction with her, or keep them as a souvenir." Ing whispered in my ear. Her hand touched my shoulder as her teeth grazed across the back of my neck, sending more chills down to the core of my being. I moaned into the panties still held to my face.

I turned my head quickly and Ing had Houdini'ed on me. When I turned back everyone was looking and starting to snicker at me. I thrust the panties down into my lap, but the damage was done. They started laughing. I think it was the obvious moan that got them. Trying to salvage as much dignity as I could, I looked back at the dance floor, but the dancers had disappeared now as well. 

Refusing the look at my tablemates, who were still laughing, I spied a small sign and beat a quick retreat to the loo. Struggling out of the cat suit, I sit down to take a moment and collect myself. I just remembered why I hate this suit; it's perfectly sheer with just enough material in strategic places to be able to wear it in public. The only problem is that ingress and egress is through the neck. Makes it tough, but the effect is well worth it. Rowing, weights, volleyball, bicycling, and treadmill work wonders for the body. I already warned you, modest I am not. Sitting there also made me realize that my house key, car key, ID, and money are tucked in two small pouches tucked in the leg cuff of the cat suit and the sandal ties hold them in place. In other words, no purse, so what in the hell am I going to do with the panties? They crunch up nice and small, but not that small! Even with the embarrassment, I had no plans to let go of my prize!

Pulling the cat suit back to my waist and stepping out of the stall to get more elbow room to fight my way back in. Lo and behold, guess who is standing at the mirror, Ing. Damn she moves silently. She is touching up her hair when I come out and I freeze. Ing looked at me hanging out there. OK, so my A and a smidgen cup size titties can't really be called hanging, but dammit a cat suit looks like hell unless it's pulled all the way up. Ing smiled, "Maneuvering room, right?"

"Hell yes!" I reply conspiringly. She moved behind me and started helping by tugging the fabric up. Unable to talk, I stand there like an idiot as she helps me back into my suit. Once I was all back in, She presses against my back and reaches around, cupping my breasts. Again, the hot breath stroked my ear, "Wait for me and you can help me back into mine." 

Just before she pulls away, I open my eyes. I hadn't realized they had closed. I see an image I will never forget. Her skin was almost translucent, her makeup accentuating her paleness. Contrasting was my olive skin and darker makeup. Her white, lace covered hands holding my breasts, with my black covered hands on her wrists. Reenie was right, the perfect reverse image. We were absolutely striking together. 

She broke away and entered the stall while I waited, brushing my hair. In my mind's eye I could still see her behind me. My hand brushed against my own breast and I could feel the nipple as hard as a pebble. I heard her finish and turned as she came out. My mouth fell open; she was carrying her sandals and suit. She was naked and magnificent. From the tips of her white painted toenails to the perfect cut of her white/blonde hair, she was incredible! She realized how awestruck I was, so she turned slowly. Well toned back and arms, narrow waist, nice hips and the world's most perfect ass on top of long, well-shaped legs. Wow!

Clearing her throat, she held up her suit. Smiling, I take it from her while she was still turned away from me; I steal a page from her book and plant a kiss on the nape of her neck. I thrill at the shiver that goes through her. She turns and scoots up on the vanity, lifting one leg toward me. I can now see her every charm and see her totally hairless mons showing evident signs of sexual arousal. I realized how turned on I was by how wet I was becoming.

Without a word, I kneel at her feet and start slipping the legging on one foot. Taking the time to run my hands over her skin, before and after as I worked the suit slowly up her body. I was in heaven, exploring her, discovering her sensitive spots. Her feet were warm to the touch, sensitive, but not ticklish. Behind the knee caused her to clench her teeth and inhale. She was ticklish inside her thighs, and it seemed to take me forever to get the fabric to lay smooth on her thighs. She got off the vanity and faced the mirror, her suit still below her hips. From behind, I press a gentle kiss right at the base of her spine, which elicited a low growl from one of us; I am not sure who. Working the material over her hips and ass was pure bliss for me. Her skin was smooth and firm, my hands taking every liberty. Once I reached her waist, I reached around and smoothed the fit over her mound. She was as hot as I was, and probably as wet. The slightly thicker material prevented her moisture from showing, but the skin tight fit made her arousal apparent even in her reflection. In the mirror she was watching my black-clad hand rubbing her sex firmly. Every move of my hand caused her to shift her ass against me. I met her eyes as her hand covered mine stopping its motion.

"Our first orgasm", she said breathlessly, "isn't going to happen in the bathroom." I pause at the implication as her strong hands pull mine off. I almost fight her, but the word "first" stilled my hand. I push myself away and we both stand there regaining our composure. The image in the mirror was priceless; she put her hands on the vanity for support, breathing like she had actually cum. Her face flushed with excitement and with the effort it took to stop. I was leaning against the edge of the stall, equally breathing hard. Our eyes shining as she stands up to pull up her suit. I step over to help and, with only one cupping of each breast, I worked the suit over them, I behaved myself.

We spent a few minutes calming down, fixing our hair. Ing picked up my prize panties and rolled them into a tiny cylinder. She tucked then between my breasts, with a little edge of material showing. Smiling she suggested we rejoin the party. The party was certainly not the same one I left. The band was swinging, the room was packed, and the dancing was furious. Before we entered the fray, I grabbed Ing's arm and asked her what was up. She briefly explained, "A few times anti-gay zealots crashed the party and ruined things. We lock the door at 10PM to guests and the games begin." 

"So where did all these people come from?" I asked. "They came over from the upstairs and from the adjoining buildings. We own all three and have connecting doors upstairs." she answered with pride. For a moment I was stunned at everything -- the architecture, the planning, and most of all, the expense. I tried to grab Ing once more but she outdistanced me in the crowd. I wanted to ask her, "Who was we?" but I couldn't catch her before she was lost in the crowd.

Entering the throng, I was struck by the rave-like atmosphere in the room. It felt like a jolt of adrenaline. The crowd was packed in, almost body to body, and almost everyone was dancing wildly. A cute little brunette grab my hands and dragged me deeper, I started feeling hands touching me from every direction. The little brunette put my hands on her hips and we started dancing. The hands were more . . . you know it's hard to describe. The hands were soft touches and strokes, non-threatening and relaxing, but at the same time sensual and exciting. The brunette kissed me, teasing my lips with her tongue as someone else pressed their breasts against my back. She disappears right in front of me to be replaced by a taller brunette who also kissed me. I realized the whole crowd was dancing and kissing and touching. I wasn't being singled out. I started getting with the program and kissing who ever appeared in front of me while letting my hands wander across the women around me. I have to tell you that kissing is a definite turn-on for me. I started catching some of the women and drawing them into a deeper, more sensual kisses. Tongues started tangling, and then the woman would fade out to be replaced by another, who felt and tasted different, but equally delightful. Every nerve ending was on fire when Reenie kissed me, somehow I knew it was her, how I have no idea. My eyes were closed as I went from women to woman. Reenie tasted familiar, so I opened my eyes and there she was. Her blouse was open to the waist, her ammo belts were gone, and her hat was hanging on a band down her back. She smiled at me. Almost screaming she asked, "You OK?" "Yea", I yelled back as a red-head grabbed and kissed her and then Ing flashed like a bright light in front of me.




Party Time



Her arms went to my shoulders as my hands took her hips. The world seemed to part around us as I noticed no more hands. They could have been grabbing at me for all I know, but my entire being was focused a few inches away as Ing and I danced together. We didn't do more than that, but it was liked we were linked. Our eyes never broke contact as our bodies knew exactly what to do. The music slowed; at least it did to me as we slowly moved together. Hip to hip, breast to breast, we moved like one person as there seemed to be more space around us. Our arms went around each other at the same time and our heads rested on each other's shoulder at the same instant. 

The music changed and we adjust automatically. Now each of us had pushed one leg a little deeper so we were closer entwined, my thigh was pressing against her sex as hers was against mine. Our matching height worked perfectly as we each lowered one hand to the small of the other's back and helped provide the leverage to keep us glued together.

Once again I heard that growl, but I still couldn't tell which of us had made it. The music changed again to something very rhythmic, almost primal. Each beat coincided with Ing and I pressing our sexes against the other's thigh. I was aflame, mesmerized, and lost to her touch, her scent, and her body. Like mirror images, we were making love in the middle of that dance floor. 

My body started peaking as the music went faster and faster. As one Ing and I threw our heads back and screamed a primal scream. Still in beat with the frenzied music we started pushing ourselves slightly apart, then pulling and slamming ourselves together as we started orgasming. The world evaporated as we slid slowly down to the floor, locked together. The music stopped and not a sound penetrated my brain as we laid there like death. 

We recovered slowly and I realized that two of the earlier dancers were helping us to our feet. As I looked around I expected to see a room full of women all over the floor. Instead what I saw was worse. As Ing and I clung to each other, being helped up by the two of the dancers, every damn one of the other guests were around the dance floor watching us. Some bitch started applauding, which started the whole crowd. Cheers, applause, whistles, god I was so embarrassed and blushed, which made my tan skin darker, Ing's face was almost scarlet. To my amazement, she took my hand and pulled me into a theatrical bow. She whispered that if we stay embarrassed-we would never live it down. 

So when we rose from our bow, I grabbed her into a hug and whispered, "The next time, we stay in the fucking bathroom!" The lovely Ing blushed even deeper.

We suffered through our bows, as Ing told me to rest for a bit, she had something to do and would be right back. She glanced at the dancer next to me who nodded. The dancer took me off to the side where I could see that many of the tables and chairs had been replaced by a wide variety of beanbag furniture and huge pillows. I gratefully sank into a large leather beanbag chair, curling up like the cat I was dressed as. Slowly I recovered and the brain started working again.

Looking up I saw the dancer kneeling patiently. Again I couldn't help again noticing how pretty she was. "What's your name?"

"If it pleases Mistress, this one is addressed as 'Adea'," she replied looking down at her knees.

Now this is a game which doesn't excite me at all. "Look at me," I demanded. Adea looked up. "My name is Brooke, and I am not your mistress!" I said angrily. My stomach started churning at the very idea of slavery or servitude.

Adea shrank back as she saw my expression, and then she leaned forward to talk, finally in the first person. "Brooke, don't ruin this for me. I am not some play actor or slave girl. I fell on tough times and the best way out was to become her servant, more like a maid. She doesn't degrade me or take advantage of me. In return I get room, board, a salary, and I take care of a wonderful woman who I love. Please accept that."

"And the dancing?"

"Oh, that. I do that because I love it, and I am amply compensated for it. When my year is up I'll be back on my feet financially, all debts paid, and I will still come here as often as I can."

Surprised as well as ashamed at my reaction, I asked her for the identity of her mistress, and her reply was of course, "Milady Ing"

For some reason, I didn't like knowing that, but I wasn't going to jump to conclusions. Besides, Adea starting massaging my legs, something I was willing to give her a million years to stop doing that. 

I started glancing around the room, but being so low to the ground I could only see immediately around me. The women had started pairing off, and in some cases more than pairs. I saw one of the girls I had an earlier dance with checking for one girl's tonsils -- with her tongue. I caught sight of Reen caught between two auburn beauties and certainly was enjoying herself.

"See what you started?" Adea said smiling.

"Who me?" I replied with my best innocent look. When she snorted I figured she wasn't buying it.

"I don't think you understand. This action usually happens later and upstairs. In addition, the Mistress NEVER behaves like that. Before I lose the chance to tell you -- it was amazing!"

As she says that, she opens my legs and starts massaging my inner thighs and places a few gentle kisses on my legs. The look on her face was far from servile as her nails start scratch at my skin through the suit. She was so gentle that while arousing, it was also relaxing. She moves to one side and motions me to turn over. As I roll over onto my belly, my eyes rested on an enticing sight. Just a few feet in front of me, two girls discovered a couple of toys and were playing hard. As Adea massaged my legs and my ass in long enticing strokes, one of the girls had straddled the other, but while facing away from her. This meant she was facing me. When she saw me watching, she widened her thighs and lifted the edge of her skirt. I could watch one end of a strap-on working deeper into her as she pressed down on it. Very nice!

Adea shifted to one side then got up. When she straddled me again, this time below my hips, her hands were more insistent and she kept working the heel of her hands deeper in the muscles of my ass. Her thumbs push much deeper, making me start to wish I was naked. Some comic once referred to pantyhose as a sexual deterrent, he should've tried a cat suit!

Watching the two women in front of me and feeling pretty Adea's hands on me was starting to rev my engine a bit. The girl facing me was starting to get into it. She kept watching me and once in a while would flash me. When I licked my lips unconsciously, she slipped on hand under her skirt and brought it back out with a nicely glistening index finger. With a sly look, she offers me her finger, but I was too far away and not willing to move just yet. Not letting it go to waste, she licks and sucks her finger like it was a cock. She lifts her skirt again, offering me a longer peek, and holds her hand as if offering her cunt for my feasting. I snap my teeth at her and smile. She goes back to what she was doing with a vengeance.

I think she was getting close to an orgasm because she started to lose her balance, breaking her rhythm.

"Adea, would you offer this lady a hand?" I ask.

"It would be a pleasure," She replies. Adea enters my field of vision and kneels next to the struggling lady, offering her a shoulder for support. Adea also immediately starts stroking the lady's breasts, adding to her pleasure. 

As I smile at Adea, it suddenly dawns on my obviously not all here brain that there is still someone straddling my legs and massaging my ass. I try to turn over and am rewarding with a slap on my bottom. Just as quickly I feel them leaning over and pressing their body against my back. Immediately I am enveloped in her scent, a combination of perfume and woman that was uniquely Ing. Her low chuckle in my ear as she kisses my neck tells me she enjoyed her little joke. "I have returned," she says in an imitation of a man's voice. When I laugh, I can almost feel her pleasure that I got the joke.

"Hmmmm," I hear her say. "Beautiful, intelligent, sexy, and a nice ass." I blush at her compliments which was funny because I was thinking similar thoughts about her. I lay there unsure of what to say when she started doing something I had seen in a movie, a massage using her own body. Rising to her knees, she presses her breasts to the back of my thighs, pushing upward; she presses against me and rubs her body over my ass and up my back. Our suits relieved some of the friction and made us slide together like we were covered in oil. She kept doing it, nice and slow and firm. I started pushing up against her. What a turn-on, combined with the view in front of me.

Adea was holding up the skirt, once again giving me a clear view as the girl orgasms wonderfully hard. Oh now that looked quite wet and delicious. She slides off and Adea lays her on the floor. The other girl starts to get up, but a whisper from Adea lays her back down. She, Adea, quickly kneels between the open legs of the just thoroughly fucked girl and plants a deep kiss right on her sex. Adea rises and comes over to me with her face covered in juices. She kisses me deeply and lets me lick her face clean. Smiling, she holds a quick whisper fest with Ing, apparently successfully because with a squeal of pleasure she bounds back to the strap-on equipped girl and throws herself over her, facing away from me she impales herself on that large toy in one move. Wow!

She bent over to give Ing and I a great perspective. That was a view worth writing home about.!I hope Reenie is having as much fun.

Asserting myself finally, I twist and pull Ing down next to me. We curl our legs together and are content to lie there together and watch Adea. Ing whispers to me, "A little popcorn and this would be watching a great porno."

I bury my face in her chest to muffle my laugh so I don't distract them. Unable to resist, I retort "Quick get paper and a pen and we can judge her after her dismount" Ing almost lost it. I think you can hurt yourself swallowing a laugh like that.

"You are dangerous." She says while shaking a finger at me. As I try and bite her finger, a squeal from Adea draws her attention. 

While she is looking at Adea, I study her. I was struck by her beauty again. Wonderful skin, and naturally light skin. I bet she is very careful with the sun. Her gold eyes didn't look real. Her make-up highlighted her paleness. She had very distinct features, not mannish but lots of character. She definitely didn't have the phony prettiness of a model, but the more classic beauty found in very few women. I guessed her age about 35, tops 38, but she could easily pass for her mid-twenties because of how smooth her skin was.

She caught me looking at her and before she could make a comment, I kissed her. I was just planning a little kiss, to keep her from talking, but I think we were both surprised by the sheer electricity. Her eyes closed at the contact of my lips, mine opened wide for an instant, and then closed as her tasty tongue slipped between my lips. I told you before that good kissing was a turn-on, well great kissing is practically orgasmic. It was like she made me feel that I was the center of her universe. 

I doubt I'm explaining it right, but you know how you can tell when the person kissing you isn't fully there mentally? It's like that old joke about what is a wife thinking about while making love with her husband, "You know it's time to repaint the ceiling." I know, bad joke, but the point is that you can tell when someone is distracted. You can also tell when someone is totally focused on you. If you can understand that, then you can understand what kissing Ing is like.

For the second time tonight the rest of the universe took a back seat as I got lost in Ing. She tasted of some unidentifiable spice. Her tongue explored me fully and mine rose up and joined hers in almost a dance. I felt dizzy as we shared our breath as we kissed. 

Slowly I could feel myself rolling onto my back. It wasn't Ing pushing me; it was me falling over with Ing following me. She was on top of me in a gentle motion. My legs opened and wrapped around her, my arms around her moving on her back. Her hands were around me, holding me so tight that our mouths never lost contact. For a third time I heard a growl, only this time I could feel the vibrations. 

Ing lifted her face from mine, I followed her as far as my neck would allow when the forever kiss broke apart. Our eyes opened and locked together as we stared at each other in wonder. Ing shifted position slightly which caused her hip to push directly on my sweet and horny little pussy. Caught off guard, I inhaled sharply and arched my head back on the bean bag. Ing took this and started raining kisses and bites on my neck. My legs tightened around her in responses. Her very touch gave me goose bumps, and she seemed intent on tasting each little bump.

She pushed her body lower, causing my legs to be wrapped around her waist. The pressure of her sliding down was exquisite, and then she started making a meal of my titties, just as if the material wasn't even there. I could feel the suction as she tried to nurse from my nipples, her teeth made me cry out with pleasure, her hands squeezed, rubbed, and gently pinched so perfectly. 

She left her hands on my breasts as she trailed kisses lower and lower. Shifting, I placed my legs on her shoulders and she brought her face to my pussy, inhaling like she was testing a fine wine. Damn this cat suit, Right now I wanted nothing more than to be naked for her to feast upon me.

She pressed her mouth to me, and it almost felt as if the suit wasn't there. She knew exactly how much pressure to use. Her tongue stiff as she licked me hard and her mouth kept sucking at me. I started losing my head when she pulled the material as tight as possible and she ran her teeth over my clit. I couldn't stop myself, it was like an explosion. I know I screamed, my arms beat down on the chair and my hands, like claws, clutched at the leather as if my life depended on it. It wouldn't stop; wave after wave took control of me until I collapsed at the point of unconsciousness.

I came back to life for the second time that evening (morning?) in Ing's arms as she cradled me. She knew I was awake, but didn't open my eyes.

"Brooke, baby, peek-a-boo."

"Nope," I replied languidly

"How come, love?" she asked

"Because the last time I did that, there was a crowd around us applauding like we were the entertainment."

Ing chuckled deep in her throat, sounding like a kitty. "Open those beautiful eyes, baby, no one is watching."

I noticed that it sounded way too quiet, which aroused my own pussy-like curiosity. I open my eyes and focus on her face; she had a smile even Julia Roberts would kill for. What made it even better was that I knew that smile was all mine.

Looking around brought a new surprise. The room was nearly empty. Looking up at my lover, I cocked an eyebrow.

She smiled, "I chased them all up to the next floor."

Scrunching my forehead, "Who are you that you can just shoo a bunch of girls out of the room?" Even the band was gone. I paused "Before we go anywhere, tell me about Adea." I said this as a flat statement, but Ing could sense my disapproval. She hesitated, so I continued. "Ing, in the past I learned that D/s wasn't my cup of tea. I also found that getting involved doesn't bode well. I am not against those who live that lifestyle, but I won't get involved again."

Now she started laughing, "Dominate Adea, yea right. That minx would eat them for a light snack."

Now it was my turn to be confused. She could tell and decided to explain. "Much of what is between Adea and I is private, but apparently she told you enough to, shall we say, pique your interest. Adea was a guest of a former member of this club who out of desperation, not criminal intent, ripped me off of something valuable. My own friends caught her and offered her to me instead of the police." Ing was looking at me intently, as if gauging how much to tell me.

"To make a long story short, she offered herself as my slave to make amends. The last thing I needed was either the police snooping around or my own slave. So I hired her as a maid for a year. I took care of all her other troubles, gave her a place to live, and a steady paycheck. She is also free to take other paying jobs, like dancing here, as long as she stays straight with me."

"And the third person speech?" I asked

"I hired a maid for the club, what I got a personal body servant who fulfills her obligations in her own way. I didn't ask her to play that role; she did that on her own." Ing sighed, "She spoils me rotten, and I love it. I am going to miss her when our agreement is up." I smiled at Ing, and she grinned back. "I have gotten so used to having her taking care of me that when she goes I may have to hire a new maid." She looked at me slyly, "Looking for a new job, Brooke?"

Slapping her hip I snort most unladylike, "You can't afford me."

She looked at me quizzically for a second and then smiled. "I'm glad of that!"

For some reason, I thought I had missed something in the conversation. She grinned, and said, "Come on, we need to change."

Puzzled she opens her arms and gestures down her body. Evidence of our activities made a mess of her suit. Looking down, I realized how I looked. The crotch showed wetness and dried stains from my orgasms. I was a mess. "Crap, my other clothes are in Reen's car. I can't go outside like this."

Ing cracks a smile, "Let's go up to my apartment, I know most of my stuff will fit you." A mischievous grin appeared, "Or maybe something even better.

She got up and pulled me with her. As I turned to the stairs, she directed me toward the mirror covered wall. "We'll take the lift. No way am I facing the horde looking like this." The 'horde' was an apt description for the crowd that applauded our first 'dance'. Since she said it smiling, I knew exactly how she meant it. She pulls a key from a small hidden pocket under her beautiful bosom, and inserts it into an almost unnoticeable slit. The mirror moved aside, revealing a small, but luxuriously appointed elevator. We entered, and she hit the top of six buttons.

"Six floors?"

"Actually only five levels. There is this floor, at ground level, two levels below us and two above. The first basement level is split between the garage which opens the rear door of this elevator, and storage, which uses this door", indicating the door we entered through. "The lowest level is mine for special storage. You've seen the first floor. Level two is the play floor. You'll see more of that later. The top floor and roof is my private living space. The stairs can reach it, but the guests know enough not to invade my space."

Intrigued yet again by this Scandinavian goddess, the elevator opens on . . . well to call this an apartment just doesn't do it justice. Twelve foot ceilings, hardwood floors, almost ankle-deep rugs scattered around, incredible! The colors were relaxing, the furniture looked so inviting, and the artwork was just beautiful. I can't think of a more perfect living space!

Ignoring my obvious shock, she says, "Shower is this way." She steps ahead and starts working the suit off her arms. Contrary to some males' opinion, there is nothing sexy about putting on or taking off a cat suit. Except for the obvious bennie of seeing Ing naked again, watching her pull her arms out and pushing the fabric to her waist was more like watching a gymnast. If you ever wear one like this, whatever you do, don't roll it down to your waist. Gathering the material like that makes it too dense to stretch over your hips. Trust me on this, I speak from experience.




Party Time



Ing turns at a door and gestures me through it. "Why aren't you getting out of that suit?" she asked.

"I figured you would shower first . . ." I never finished my sentence as I stepped through the door and beheld a shower large enough for 12 or 15 people. Four large shower heads in the center, seats, and an array of other heads and nozzles that looked indecent. You could throw a party in there. "Hi, Alice I think I entered Wonderland." The shower was running, and pretty Adea was waiting for us. Not able to speak I start stripping off the suit. Lesson number 2 on wearing a cat suit, orgasming is a bad idea. Dried juices and pubic hair don't mix. Ouch!

Ing precedes me into the shower; I am two steps behind her, and Adea right on my tail. I don't care if you are male or female, if you ever turn down the chance to shower between two such attractive and sexy people -- just kill yourself if you say no. You will regret it the rest of your life.

The water fell in the center of the shower enclosure -- just calling it a shower doesn't do it justice. Four people could fit under the spray. From all four sides warm water mist sprayed, preventing you from feeling chilled when you weren't under the spray. From a luxury point of view, it was amazing. But when Ing took me in her arms under the spray and kissed me while Adea pressed her body against my back, amazing didn't begin to describe it.

I guess as the 'guest' I went first. After getting all wet -- from the water, you horny reader :-) I sat on a stool and Adea shampooed my hair. Her touch spoke of long practice. I could get used to this! The cleaning went very quickly, and watching Adea take care of Ing was a pleasure. What was a nice surprise was when Ing started washing Adea. I jumped in to help, which gave me plenty of time to soap and explore her body. You can't beat a dancer's body for physical perfection. Some hidden control stopped the flow of water, leaving us in the mist. Adea stood there, a woman in her prime, but overshadowed by the presence of Ing.

Ing came and kissed me once again, then sat me down on another small stool. The mist turned to a warm flow of air as Adea started brushing my hair. The attention was a bit overwhelming, but it didn't take long to get comfortable. By the time Adea was done, I was all dry. Ing and I swapped places and once again I got to watch Adea take care of Ing.

To myself I thought, "Yes, the love there is easy to see. I bet Ing won't see the last of Adea, even when their current agreement is up. I'm not sure Ing realizes that she loves Adea as much as Adea loves her."

For a moment a cloud touched me as I remember the last person to look at me like that. Oh how I miss Tracey so, but that's another story. OK, enough cloudiness, time to bask in the glow. I cleared my throat, "Now about clothing?"

Both Ing and Adea smiled at that thought. "Uh Oh, I sense major league sneakiness here."

"No, not sneakiness, just a surprise.", said Ing, turning to Adea, "How long?"

"She setting up now, she'll be ready in about an hour. She's steamed because she prefers to know about stuff ahead of time." stated Adea. Ing laughed a husky chuckle as I just got more confused.

"Come on, we have a bit before our 'clothing' is ready. I don't know about you, but an hour's cat nap would suit me perfectly." she purred.

I followed her into what had to be her bedroom, with a bed you could play football on. Taking her advice, I crawled to the middle of the bed, and asked," I got mine, where are you two going to sleep?"

Getting pounced on by two naked women is the only way to get ready to sleep. Nothing but a few preliminaries, snuggling together like a basket of kittens, a little tickling, arms hold gently. Resting my eyes as I relish in the wonderful feeling, being pressed between two warm bodies, I did something seriously out of character and I fell asleep.

I woke up surprisingly slowly, with a delicious feeling of my right breast being sucked on gently. I thought I was dreaming. Opening my eyes, I found that I had shifted in my sleep and was curled up almost around Adea. I could feel Ing behind me as Adea kept sucking. My arms touched her head, and she started sucking on my nipple harder. Ing shifted and I felt her hands on my ass, teasing me.

"You're right, that woke her up." snickered Ing.

I pushed my bottom toward her and raised my knee, giving her more access. She didn't disappoint me and soon her fingers were running from my waist, down my ass, over my asshole and teasing my labia. Mmmmm! Adea leaned up and kissed me, penetrating with her tongue as she moved and started grinding her pussy against my knee. Her hand slipped down my belly and she slid a finger inside me. Ing was rimming me with a fingertip, and a timing that took my breath away, popped her fingertip into my anus at the same instant Adea's index finger entered my cunt. Adea started attacking my breast as Ing was raking her teeth and lips across my back and neck.

I started flooding juices as Ing's finger pushed deep and started fucking me. The tag teaming continued as Adea found the rhythm. I would press my ass back and Ing would fuck me deep. Coming forward would allow Adea's now two fingers to test the depths of my pussy as Ing pulled out. All the while Adea was stretching and pulling at my right breast with the suction from her sucking.

Wanting more I start pushing back and forth faster. Ing says "Should we stop?" to Adea. To which I growl. Adea responds with, "She might kill us."

I try to nod at them but I was struggling to just keep up. Adea pressed three fingers, filling me, while Ing managed to use two fingers and a twisting motion that was partly painful, but immensely satisfying. 

My voice was reduced to grunts as they were playing me like a tennis ball, back and forth, harder and faster. Adea's thumb hit my clit and I was over the top. Arching my back and letting out a scream of bliss, I orgasmed hard for the third time and sank back to the mattress. My eyes focused on Adea licking her whole hand as Ing's warmth left my back. I felt oddly empty as a stinging slap on my hip got my attention. Tossing me a towel, Ing says "Time to get dressed and rejoin the party."

It took the two of them pulling me off of the acre-sized bed onto a cold wood floor. "Come on, you're going to love this."

My curiosity finally overcame my desire to throw Ing back on the bed and I followed them into some sort of sitting room. In it was an older lady with a scowl on her face. She looked at us as I looked at her equipment. Now I got the gag. Seeing an airbrush setup told me my next set of clothing was going to be body paint.

Ing got right up on a pedestal and the artist got to work without a word.

"She's just annoyed because Ing pulled her from the party for this." Adea explained. While I watched, the artist was recreating Ing's cat suit in a brilliant white paint. "It's not exactly paint, "Adea was telling me, "But kind of a cross between body paint, liquid latex, and a few other things. It's extremely thin, but tougher than the liquid latex. It's also breathable, so if you wanted, you could be completely covered with no ill effects."

Intrigued, I look close as the artist works. If some of the poses were undignified, to allow the 'paint' to dry, the elegance of the finished product was incredible. It was almost too white, bright enough to hurt you eyes, and something gave it a shimmering affect. This cat suit went from her long neck and ended at her wrists and ankles. It took about ten minutes to dry and once the artist gave her the OK, Ing did a few quick stretches that not only showed off the suit, but her own flexibility. I was amazed, it clung like skin.

Adea led me to the pedestal for my painting. The artist studied my body and said something to Adea. Adea jumped and scampered out of the room. "That has to go." she said pointing at my crotch. Just then Adea came back with shaving paraphernalia. Apparently pubes and the paint are a poor mix.

I reached for it, Adea pulled it back, "Please allow me." Looking at the earnest look on her face, I was about to acquiesce, when Ing interrupted. 

"Nope, you have to get dressed," she says to Adea, "I will do the honors."

Slightly crestfallen, Adea looks down at the floor. Ing lifts up her chin and kisses her with such tenderness, she couldn't remain disappointed. Ing leads me to another room while Adea steps up on then pedestal.

Ing sits me down and asks me to open my legs. She kneels down, between my legs and applies a warm, wet towel to my mound. I shaved the other night, so there was only a little tuft of hair right at the top of my slit. "If you keep rubbing that cloth like that, I'm cum again." I say. 

Ing laughs, "Now that wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?"

"No, but I can't get to your pussy." I reply.

"Of course you can."

At my puzzled look she pulls me up and we switch places. She spreads those wonderful legs and I can see why the artist spent so much time between her legs. The paint ended right in the center of the first fold of her labia. When she stands, it looks like it covers it completely. Opening her legs opened everything up in front of me.

Scooting forward, I run a finger over her labia. She sighed, but didn't stop me. Pressing my advantage, I explored the edge of the paint gently, watching her pussy begin to respond. I lean in and inhale her scent, delicious, almost spicy with a touch of -- fruitiness. She sits up taller, I think about to tell me to stop, when I flick my tongue and press the hood of her clit. She cries out and then sits back, opening her legs wider. Taking that as an invitation, I press my face to her sex and run my tongue up and down as deep as I can. Strawberries, that's the taste.

Running my tongue up and down, I explore each fold of skin, tasting and teasing. She was a delight. Every touch caused her to react; a deep taste and she tightened and gasped. Her lips swelled and she became nice and wet. Her scent revolved around me, like a fine wine.

Looking up while I licked around her clit, her hands were massaging her breasts with such force, I am amazed the paint didn't tear. Slipping my tongue in deep, I started rubbing her clit with my finger. With a small scream, her thighs tightened around my head as her hands seized me and pulled my face hard against hot pussy. Her taste changed slightly, becoming muskier, more flavor-rich. Her body spasmed at the start of her orgasm and I tasted a veritable flood. I kept licking and sucking it up as she rode several waves against my face.

Calming down, she looked at me with a radiant smile. She pulled me up against her, kissing and licking my face. 

Suddenly applause broke out from the doorway. The artist and Adea were watching, frowning and smiling, respectively. Adea was now a cat as well, but never on earth had such a cat existed. Patterns of black and white covered her from her neck to her toes. She twirled, showing the impression of a tail up her back. Her hair gave the impression of cat's ears and her makeup made her look like a member of the Broadway play 'Cats'.

I could only make appreciative noises as the disagreeable artist stalked across the room. Looking between my legs, she snorts disgustingly. Gesturing Ing up and me to the seat, she applies a light layer of cream and in a few quick strokes of the razor I was as hairless as the day I was born. "Clean her up, but no oil and no funny business. I want to get this over with."

She leaves and both Ing and Adea start laughing. "She not always like this, but I pulled her away from a pair of twins in the party. She's annoyed with me, not you."

Shrugging, because it really wasn't too important to me, I marveled at Area's artwork as Ing again cleaned me up. I was extremely aroused, but I was also excited at seeing myself painted up. Standing and being painted was no big deal. The paint went on like a cool breeze. The only need was to hold certain poses to allow it to dry. She painted me in a pure black. I had never seen a black so perfect. Mixed in the substance was a fine black powder that caught the light and seemed to glow black. The artist was working between my legs, which aroused me even more. She used a cloth to keep me from getting the paint wet before it dried properly. When she was almost done, she actually talked to me. "This concoction is my own design. It's almost as tough as your skin, extremely pliant and stretchable." She handed me a dried piece to show me.

"So how does it come off?" I asked

"You're not even dry yet, and you want to know how to get it off.", she said, finally she showed a tiny smile. "You can peel it off, but you just have to pull a section very, very thin and it will rip, it will peel easily then. I use the airbrush to apply it in one piece. You can also wash with a special soap. The film is soluble to it."

"It's amazing, thank you!"

She finally melted and really smiled. As she held my hand getting off the pedestal, she kissed me and sent me into another room where Adea was finalizing Ing's make-up. As before, the make-up accentuated her pale coloring, but now it was almost theatrical. Her face and hair made her look like a snow cat. Beautiful! Adea started on me and the transformation was complete. I was the black cat of legend, the perfect familiar to any witch or warlock. Ing and I truly looked like exact opposites, where Adea looked like a combination of us both. Individually, we were striking; together we looked like littermates, a feline tour-de-force.

Now it was time for us to rejoin the party, in style!



Party Time



I'd finally talked my girlfriend into going to my best friend's housewarming party. Amber was an introvert, incredibly shy. The picture of prim and proper. But getting her to come with me for social events was like pulling teeth. As I watched her get dressed, a part me couldn't wait to be done with this so we could come back home and have our own private party. She finished pulling on her high heels and stood to admire herself in the floor-length mirror standing in the corner.

"Ok, I think I'm ready," she said quietly. I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling her neck.

"You look beautiful babe. Now let's go or we're going to be late." She took one last glance before taking my hand and following me out to the car.

A few minutes later we pulled into the drive of Brandon's new house. There were already quite a few people there and I knew Amber was going to get extremely nervous soon. I reached over and ran my hand up her thigh, trying to soothe her. She glanced over concerned before a smile caressed her lips. I leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips, my hand pushing her thighs apart to stroke her panties. She moaned into my mouth, beginning to grind against my touch a bit. I smiled against her lips and stroked a little harder. Amber started eliciting quiet moans and I could feel myself harden. Her panties were beginning to get soaked now and I knew she was getting close to cumming for me.

So I stopped.

She growled at me, lust filling her eyes. I wanted her to relax for the party we were about to attend but also I wanted her to look forward to when we got home. I smiled before giving her one more kiss.

"Come on, we're already running late." We piled out of the car, she slid her hand into mine as I led her up the walk. Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal a mass of people. Amber gripped my hand tighter as we pushed through the crowd. I found us a spot off the living room to mingle quietly, or as quietly as possible. Even then we were pressed into a corner.

"I'm gonna go get us a couple drinks," I said in Amber's ear then made my way to the kitchen. A few minutes filling up some red solo cups and I found her talking to a man who seemed to be invading her space. As I made my way to her, he reached up and ran his thumb across her lips. I hurried to get to her, knowing her anxiety must be through the roof. But as I got closer, I noticed her breathing heavier. She wasn't taking her eyes off of this stranger. When I came into her line of vision she moved away from him slightly and kept eye contact with me.

"Hi babe, who's this?" She blushed a bit, taking a cup from my hand.

"Oh, this is Blaine. He was just, um, commenting on my dress." He turned to look at me, offering his hand.

"Hi, nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand. "I was just telling your woman here how gorgeous she looked. You're a lucky man."

"Nice to meet you too." Something put me off from him. It might have been the way he kept looking at Amber like she was a juicy steak or the smile that never left his eyes. "Anyway, when you were on your way over here I was telling Amber that I'm the DD for the evening so if you guys need me to drive you home, just come find me."

"Thanks. We usually do wind up drinking too much." He smiled, eyed Amber one last time and walked into the crowd. I moved closer to her and noticed she didn't move her eyes from him.

"See something you like," I asked with a smirk. Amber blushed a bright red.

"I'm sorry, I just, he was such a gentleman and could tell I was nervous being here. He really calmed me down."

"That's great, babe."

We spent the rest of the party drinking and chatting with fellow couples. Brandon even stopped by once or twice to talk for a bit. But soon, I could tell we were getting a little tipsy and it was time to head home. As we made our way to the front door, Blaine met us before we could slip out.

"Hey guys, noticed you drank quite a bit tonight. Why don't you let me drive you home?" Once again Amber couldn't take her eyes off of him. Her breathing had increased, her tits straining against her dress. We had downed quite a bit of alcohol tonight and I was feeling buzzed. The responsible side of me knew I probably shouldn't get behind the wheel while the irresponsible side of me knew that Amber and Blaine were interested in each other. And frankly, I wanted to see what would happen between the two of them.

"Yeah, sure," I said, passing him my keys. We all walked out to the car, piled in, and I gave him our address so he could follow the GPS to our home. Amber wanted to sit up front with him. She usually got claustrophobic in the backseat so I didn't mind. As we drove, Blaine talked about his job, how he knew Brandon, and how he had spent is recent vacation. All in all it was fairly normal conversation but he had captured Amber's attention with no effort. Her body was turned toward him and she was fiddling with the pendant that dropped between her tits.

I remained quiet, watching them interact. Blaine often looked over at Amber, clearly admiring her. As their conversation fell into a lull, he placed his hand on her thigh and slowly slid it upwards, pulling her dress with him. I heard her gasp a bit but she did nothing to stop his advances. I watched carefully as his hand stroked her thigh, his fingers dipping between her legs, and I wondered if she was getting wet for him. Amber spread her legs a bit and I watched, my cock hardening, as he slid his fingers under her dress and began stroking her through her panties. I leaned forward and could hear Amber breathing heavily.

"Are you wet for him," I whispered in her ear. She gasped and started to close her legs, pulling her dress down. "No, don't stop. Let him tease you." She slowly let her legs fall open as he continued stroking her. "Do you like him touching you?" She nodded slightly, a moan escaping her lips. Blaine was deeply fingering her now and we were almost home.

As we pulled into the driveway, Amber brushed her dress back into place and got out of the car. I slid out of the backseat and told Blaine to come in with us so we could repay him for driving us home and for a taxi ride home.

Amber had gone upstairs to change clothes so I stayed in the living room with Blaine, and pulled out my wallet to give him some cash.

"You're girlfriend is absolutely gorgeous," he said, sitting on the couch. I stopped flipping through dollar bills to look up at him. This was the second time he'd mentioned Amber's looks. Watching the way he made her moan and squirm on the car ride home had gotten me harder than I'd been in months. I looked at him, then put my wallet away.

"What if we repaid you in a different way?" His eyes met mine, calculating and trying to decipher what I just said and if I really meant it.

"What did you have in mind," he said, leaning back against the couch.

"I saw what you did to her on the drive home. I saw how much it turned her on to have you stroking her pussy. I want you to do more. I want you to take her and I want to watch." He watched me for a while, a small smile gracing his lips. Blaine leaned forward, reaching out his hand.

"You've got yourself a deal," he said shaking my hand.

"A deal? What deal," Amber said from the doorway behind me. I walked to her. She'd taken her hair down and slipped off her heels. I kissed her deeply, my hand running down to her hip and pulling her into me.

"Just go with it, babe." She looked at me with confusion and lust burning in her eyes, her lips red from our kiss. I kissed her one more time before moving away to reveal Blaine coming towards her. She watched him and gasped as he pulled her against his body. He kissed her neck, running a hand over her tits. Amber moaned and molded herself to him. I came behind her and kissed the other side of her neck while unzipping her dress. She melted between us, letting herself go in the moment. I pushed her dress to her waist exposing her tits. I palmed them a bit and held them as Blaine sucked on her nipples. She gasped, holding his mouth to her and grinding her ass against me.

"Mmmmm, you like this baby?" She nodded, her breath coming out hard and quick. Blaine was buried in her tits. I pushed her dress the rest of the way down to pool at her feet. She stepped out of it and I caressed her hips. Slowly I dipped my finger between her legs and moaned at how wet she was. Blaine kissed up her chest before kissing her deeply, grinding his hardon against her. I watched as he led her to the couch and pushed her down to sit. She looked at me anxiously and I nodded.

Amber slowly unzipped Blaine's pants and pulled his cock out. He was slightly longer than I was and definitely thicker. I wasn't sure if she could take that much girth. Amber's eyes widened at the size of him. She wrapped her small hand around his cock and he moaned as she stroked, exploring the feel of him. I sat in a chair off to the side and watched as she stretched her mouth as wide as it would go to accommodate him. He moaned, holding the back of her head and slowly pushing his way between her lips.

"Fuck yes!" Amber gripped his hips and tried to deepthroat him as she'd done me on numerous occasions but he couldn't get deep enough. He pushed and Amber's eyes started watering. She pulled off him, slowly licking up him. Blaine threw his head back, his grip tightening in her hair. Amber began kissing and licking up and down his cock, stroking him with one hand and holding his hip with the other. He began thrusting in out of her mouth. I watched as Amber sucked him off, her nipples tightening as he twisted and pinched them. Blaine pushed his pants all the way down and thrust deep into her mouth one more time.

He maneuvered her into doggy position on the couch with her facing me. I could see the lust in her eyes and how badly she wanted him plowing into her. Blaine positioned himself behind her, kicking her legs apart to give him more room. He slowly pushed his cock into her soaking wet cunt and Amber let out a moan that filled the room. Blaine groaned as he pushed his full length into her.

"God, you're so tight." He began thrusting in and out of her slowly. I watched her grind back against him, moaning with every thrust, her tits swinging with every movement. Before I knew it, my cock was in my hand and I was stroking hard.

"Amber, watch me," I commanded. She opened her glassy eyes and licked her lips as she watched me jack off to her getting fucked by another man. I stroked a few more times as she got drilled before I stood in front of her and shoved my cock into her mouth. She let out a surprised moan before getting to work sucking my dick. I held the back of her head, not letting her have much control as I started fucking her mouth. Blaine started driving deeper into her cunt while she sucked me off. She gagged a bit, taking my cock too deep but I plunged on, loving hearing the sounds of her struggle.

Blaine started thrusting faster, his breathing getting heavier. Amber started whimpering and grinding more and more against him. I pulled my cock out quickly and let my cum hit her face. She looked up at me, covered in cum, and screamed as Blaine plunged into her filling her with his cum. She quivered and writhed, riding her own orgasm as his cum began dripping down her thighs. He kissed her back and slowly pulled out of her. Amber collapsed onto the couch, a puddle of endorphins. I pulled my pants back on and walked with Blaine to the front door. We shook hands and as he was about to leave, he handed me his business card with his personal phone number.

"In case you ever need a designated driver again," he said with a wink, and out the door he went. I walked back to Amber and covered her with a throw from the couch as she licked some of the cum from her lips.

"Did you enjoy yourself," I asked, sitting next to her. She nodded, a big smile on her face. I suppose we need to go out drinking more often if our designated driver made her this happy.



Party Time



Louisa and Glen laughed uncontrollably as I failed miserably again. That was the fourth time in a row that I had to remove an item of clothing in this round of strip snap. We weren't in a sober enough moods to play poker and since Louisa and I had never played it seemed too much hassle to teach us the rules. Brad grabbed at the strap on my bra as Glen chanted the striptease tune. I managed to adjust the sleeping bag as so to avoid no embarrassment and the bra was off to cheers all around.

After about 20 minutes Louisa and I were completely naked under our sleeping bag covering, much to the dislike of our male partners. Brad had on one sock and his boxers and Glen, his boxers, socks and T-shirt. We were all getting a little bored of the game and Louisa and I decided that we would get some more drinks in and hopped in our sleeping bags to the kitchen. Once in there we relaxed our tight clutches around our sleeping bags as we had been friends for years and nakedness was no shock to us. We talked typical girlie talk as friends do. She liked Glen and I had fancied Brad for ages, and seeing as we had all spent a lot of time together we decided that we would make our move tonight. Little did we know that was the plan of the boyz, but their plan had a kick to it.

We hopped back in to the room to find they had dimmed the lights, lighted some candles, some incense and put some mellow music on. We chucked them their cold beer and they passed each other the bottle opener. We each sat down next to our chosen man and all talked the night away. Hours passed till we eventually settled in to our own private conversations. 

Brad was a wonderful person. I was amazed at all the things we had in common, the same music, animals, saving the world and fortune telling. He delicately took my hand and read my palm. I was to be lucky in the future, live a long fruitful life and have three children!! He has lovely smooth hands himself and a lovely touch. Glen and Louisa were softly talking and every so often Louisa would give a little giggle and put her hand over her face as in embarrassment. The drinks tasted good, not to many as to spoil the evening, the candles romantic and the incense left a seductive smell in the room.

Brad and I were getting ever so close and opening up to each other in a way we had never done before. He knew me and I felt like I knew him. We kissed gently, leaning forward to each other. Seeing as I still had my sleeping bag as cover things got a bit awkward but it did not pose a problem at the moment. He put his hand on my head and pushed my head closer to him and pushed his tongue into me so gently that I thought I would come there and then. I had never got such feeling from a single kiss before. It was if a whole new sexual world had been opened up for me.

I had slept with a couple of people before and so had Louisa but we decided that we would wait with these men as we really liked them and did not want to ruin things. Sure I had been a bit adventurous before as well and Louisa and I had many a sleepless night telling each other of our fantasies. 

It seemed like we had been kissing for an eternity and I knew that this was it and that tonight I would make love to this man. I pushed away to see Louisa and Glen in a similar predicament. I broke away to go to the toilet and to tidy my self-up a bit. When I came out I saw Louisa in the kitchen and we talked of how this was the night and if things went faster with her and Glen she would go into the bedroom and leave us in the living room.

We parted and I hopped (as result of sleeping bag) in to find Glen and Brad talking. They stopped and Glen went in to the kitchen to meet Louisa. Brad pushed me on to the floor and climbed on top of me and kissed me passionately. He held my hands and pushed them over my head and held me down. He kissed my neck and down on to my chest. He kissed my breasts and pushed down the sleeping bag and kissed and sucked each nipple, taking care of detail, taking his time. 

Although there was music softly in the background I heard Louisa and Glen enter the room. I felt a bit embarrassed but Louisa had seen me snog many a bloke at parties. I was overtaken by passion so much that I really didn't care. Without looking I sensed that they where on the couch which was a bit close for comfort but I didn't mind. 

Brad rolled on to his side and unzipped the sleeping bag most of the way down. He left it covering me for the sake of courtesy. He massaged my breasts with his hand and then my belly. Every so often I would feel his nails on my skin that would send great waves of feeling all through my body. His hand moved further down till he found my pussy dripping with longing. He lightly touched my clit and I wanted to scream out in pleasure. He gently rubbed his hand up and down my lips till I nearly came. With one subtle move his finger was deeply buried in me and the main switch in my mind blew and I came with little shudders.

I gestured to him to let me relax for the moment and to cool off. The moment had been wonderful. When I looked up to my amassment Glen had Louisa out of her sleeping bag and writhing around the couch with his tongue glued to her clit. He stopped for a breath of air and looked at us. As if nothing needed to be said he leant forward to kiss me and I did not push away. I could taste Louisa and I was immediately turned on again. Brad had moved over to Louisa and they where kissing passionately and he had his fingers in her moving them in and out, in and out. Her breathing quickened, she seemed to hold her breath then she sighed and relaxed in a post orgasmic slump. 

I was feeling so horny that I could not get enough of Glen and Brad could see. He pulled the remaining bit of sleeping bag off me and left me there naked in front of Glen. Brad returned and again found my clit with his fingers. I was in seventh heaven. He opened my legs and put his mouth to my aching pussy. He could not lap up my flowing juices quick enough. I was writhing around with the pair of them. Louisa had removed the clothing of both Brad and Glen and sat on the floor watching what was going on with a finger on her own clit. 

Glen stopped kissing me and went over to Louisa. Both men had the most beautiful erections and it was their turn. He lay on his back and Louisa lowers herself over his face and held his penis in her hand. She rubbed it up and down to her own rhythm nearly blowing Glen's mind. She kissed and flicked her tongue over its ruby head and on occasions put as much as she could in her mouth, in and out, sucking all the way. Glen was near eruption and when Louisa started to cup and fondles his balls he came in great waves of sensation.

Brad looked at me and kissed me teasingly always leaving me wanting more. He moved my body where he wanted and massaged his own penis to get the best erection he could. I suddenly decided that I would take control of the moment and pushed him off quickly and jumped on top of him. He lay there with me writhing around on top of him and with a couple of attempts his penis was inside me and filling me with such feelings of pleasure. 

I was holding him so tightly that we were beginning to slide over each other with sweat. He reached around me and grabbed my bum checks and massaged them to his own rhythm but I was to have none of that. He then felt around to my arsehole and with the juices that where flowing out of my pussy placed one finger up my arse and with a slow rhythm that matched my rhythm of making love to him. I was so very close to having my second orgasm that I sat up for a breath only to see Glen and Louisa watching us. 

Glen kissed me again searching my mouth with his tongue. He stopped and pulled Louisa closer and placed his fingers in her pussy and she dropped her head back and gasped with pleasure. She then leant forward and put her head to my breast and kissed my nipple, sucking and biting with such feeling that only a woman could. I couldn't take this much more and with all the attention and throbbing I had the greatest orgasm that I had ever experienced. My body tingled all over and I had waves of energy flow all through my body.

They all let me relax and Brad gave me the most wonderful hug in the world. In all the excitement he had pumped all the cum he could in to me. I was wet with juices and sweat but I wasn't allowed to wash it off. Louisa pushed me on to the floor and opened my legs and started by licking my thighs where Brads cum had trickled down. She loved the taste of sperm more than I did and so therefore lapped it up like she hadn't tasted it for years. Her own pussy was wet and she longed for a good fuck. 

She was on all fours licking me out and Glen took the advantage of her open inviting hole. He knelt in front of her and slowly placed the first inch of his penis in her then out teasing her with every stroke. She loved every minute and her tongue darted in and out of my pussy in the same rhythm of Glen and his penis. Louisa had orgasmic sensations rippling through her body with every stroke. She was on fire and was about to explode with passion. She let out a cry as she reached her orgasm and her whole body tensed with the feeling. 

Glen however was still to have his fun and whispered something in her ear. She agreed and she lay on her side as he placed his dripping hard penis to her arsehole. He pushed gently and slowly inserted his full length in to her anus. She writhed in sheer pleasure as Glen pumped with ecstasy. Brad took the advantage of her breasts being free and so beautiful began to kiss them licking her nipples. She pulled him closer and held his penis in her hand and quickly pumped him up to hardness. She guided him to her wet pussy and let him insert it in her. He thrust hard because he knew that Glen could not take the friction much longer. He began to shudder and pump copious amounts in to her anus. She then came again and her vaginal contractions excited Brad that he came almost instantly.

The three of them collapsed in a heap with the two men with limp manhoods. I however was so turned on by this that I dived to Louisa's dripping pussy to repay the compliment as she had done to me. She tasted so good. The mixtures of her own juices and those of Glen and Brad tasted so good. The juices where again flowing in my own pussy again and Brad started to lap them up. Glen also reached round and placed one finger in my pussy and the other up my arsehole. It was mot long till I again came and Brad lapped up all the juice.

We all collapsed together with a feeling of spent relaxation and decided that we would all like to repeat the evening. We all then fell asleep in each other’s arms.



Party Time



Well, what started as a "double date" looked like it was going to turn into a gang bang, with Kim and Kassidy on the receiving end. Kim had already been fucked by one of the three men from the club, and there were seven more now that they had reached their destination. They were out of the city by quite a little bit, and there were ten large black men, and Jeremy had just told them "She was all theirs."

The men on the porch whooped and hollered when they saw Jeremy and the little blonde bitch. As he held her arm and ushered her toward the porch the light shined on her, showing the men that her face and hair was already covered with cum. He pushed her to her knees in front of a large fat man, and told her to pull out his cock and suck it. The passenger side door opened and a man they called Ken stepped out, his cock swaying in the open and he pulled Kassidy with him. Again the men hollered and whooped and when she approached the light they saw that she looked like the girl kneeling before Ken fishing his cock out and one of them said, "Damn looks like we got twin whores here. Twin white sluts. I won't even know who I'm fucking before we let them go home Monday."

Kim had Ken's cock in her hand and put her lips to it and began to suck. Kassidy watched and Jeremy took her hand and told her to get on her knees and help her sister, they had plenty of cocks for them to work on over the next two days. Kim thought to herself, this isn't going to be that bad, plenty of cock to suck, and she looked forward to having numerous partners again. She loved the feeling that night at the Hilton, and this was twice the number of men. She wanted to show them they couldn't beat her. She'd let anybody that wanted fuck her for the next two days, and make them remember it. She had to talk with Kassidy and tell her the game plan. The fat guy she was sucking started to cum in her mouth and she swallowed as he squirted his cum over her tongue.

She looked over and saw that Kassidy had just taken the man she was sitting next to in the car into her mouth and was sucking his cock. The driver was standing close to her and looked over at Kim. He smiled and walked over and held his cock to her lips, Kim opened and started sucking his cock as she held his hips with her hands. He began to fuck her in the mouth, his balls slapping against her chin, she moaned as she had an orgasm. She was in heaven. 

Kassidy felt the guy pull from her mouth and push her down so she was on all fours. He positioned himself behind her and she moaned with passion as she felt his cock push her cunt open and ease into her. His cock stretched her pussy as she felt him slip into her, she threw her head back and arched her back, and he held still. "God your pussy is tight, slut" he said as she looked back at him. He grabbed a handful of her hair and asked if she thought she could take all of his cock. She again looked back and said "Bet your ass I can, fuck me goddamnit." This seemed to piss the man off because he pulled back and rammed his cock deep into her body. His balls slapped against her clit and she screamed in pain. He began pistoning in and out of her pussy as fast as he could, the pain was intense, but she took it and he fucked her with all his might.

He hollered to her "That enough cock you fucking whore, you little white slut you like that fucking black cock buried in your pussy?"

Her eyes glazed over and she begged, "Fuck me harder with your black cock, is that the best you can do?"

A skinny man walked up to her and told her to suck his cock. She opened her mouth and the man fucking her pushed her onto the black cock in front of her. It was a sudden move and the skinny man's cock slid down her throat as the man in her pussy went balls deep. It seemed like they wanted to meet in the middle of her body, and they began a rhythm of double fucking her. One in her mouth and another in her cunt, and she loved the feeling. 

Kim looked over and watched as Kassidy was getting fucked, and she looked around to the rest of the men to see clothes had been thrown aside and there were hard cocks all around. She felt hands on her hips urging her to put her ass in the air, and she knew she was about to be fucked, when she felt the driver empty his balls into her mouth. She swallowed and cleaned the cum from his cock. She felt a cock touch her ass and knew someone was going to plug her ass. She looked around to see a dirty looking black man with stringy hair pushing his hips against her, another hand grabbed her chin and pushed his cock into her mouth, and she began sucking again.

Kassidy felt the man in her mouth begin to swell and the cum burst forward into her waiting mouth, she swallowed and he pulled his cock free, she looked back and the passenger was still fucking her hard. She was no longer in pain, but he sure did have staying power. She burst into another orgasm as he pulled his cock free. She wondered why he had pulled out until she felt his press his cock against her ass hole. She worried that he would tear her but as he started to push forward she pushed back and he entered her with just a little pain. She felt his cock slide into her ass and pushed back against him. Her ass felt tight against his huge cock and he told her "That's it take it you little slut, your ass is so tight around my cock. I love the feeling of the little white ass of yours stretching to take me." He was right, she felt her ass open as far as it could as his cock filled her. Tears were streaming down her face as he pushed until he could push no more, she had every inch of him inside her again. She shook her head again and looked up to see another cock in her face. The man in her ass told her to suck the cock in her face and he began to fuck her, and fuck her hard again. She asked him "Come on stud fuck me." Her ass hole hurt but she didn't care. She and Kim were going to get out of this on top, and she started sucking the cock in her mouth.

Kim was getting fucked in the mouth and ass also, and she loved it. She ground her ass against the man behind her and tried to swallow the cock in her mouth. She finally realized just how cold it was out here and wondered when they would take them into the house. The man in her mouth began to cum and she sucked him like she was a vacuum cleaner. The man in her ass pulled out and pushed himself into her cunt and continued fucking her. Another man moved into place to push into her mouth and she opened and began to suck another cock. She had her 4th orgasm since meeting the three men at the bar and it was a mind blower. She trembled and shook as she felt the man behind her empty into her pussy. 

Kassidy heard the passenger tell her "I'm about to fill your hot ass, you fucking slut. No, I'm going to make your slut sister suck your shit off my cock as I blow my load down her throat", with that he pulled from her ass and walked over and pushed the guy in front of Kim out of the way "Open up you fucking whore, and suck my cock that I just pulled from your sister's ass"

Kim opened her mouth and felt her lips stretch as she felt the head of his cock come to rest on her tongue. She tasted his cock and her sister's pussy and ass hole at the same time. He grabbed her hair and forced his cock into her mouth further and further until he began to unload in her throat. He pulled back a bit and continued to unleash his cum in her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but some trickled out of her mouth and down her chin. She never had seen any one cum as much as he was dumping in her mouth, and she coughed and the cum spewed through her nose and her eyes teared. He held her hair and kept his cock in her mouth as she gagged. He laughed and pulled her off his cock and showed her to the men watching, "Guess the whore can't take a real man's cock" He let her go and the man she had been sucking brought his cock back to her mouth and shoved it in. There was cum in her hair, covering her face, running from her nose and dripping from her cunt, but she still wanted more. There was a line behind Kassidy waiting for their turn to fuck her ass. She too was covered with cum and getting ready for more. Kim thought to herself that they must have been there for a couple of hours already and somebody grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. The same was done to Kassidy and they were led inside. The house reeked of marijuana and beer and they were thrown on a mattress on the floor. Two of the men climbed between their legs and pushed their cocks into the sisters bodies and began fucking them. The men were talking, drinking beer, smoking pot and fucking the hell of the two women.

Kassidy looked over at her sister and Kim leaned over and kissed her. The men hollered when they saw this and began to fuck them even harder Another fat guy kneeled down next to Kim's head and offered her his cock, she took it into her mouth and started sucking as Kassidy said to the guy fucking her. "Fuck me you black stud, I love looking at all the black cocks around me, I hope you can fuck me good enough before I have to leave." With that, another man kneeled at her head and filled her mouth with cock. The fat guy in Kim's mouth finished first and pulled his cock from her mouth and sprayed his cum over her face. It got in her eyes and it hurt, but she took her finger and wiped it away and let the guys watch as she licked the cum from her finger. Kim looked to here left and watched as a man was pissing, he shook it a couple of time and then came to her and kneeled as he put it to her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted the salty taste of fresh piss as she began to suck his cock.

Kassidy looked up and saw a man with a full beard and god awful teeth smiled at her as she felt the man in her pussy begin to spray the insides of her cunt with his sperm. As quickly as he came, he got up and the man with the bad teeth got between her legs and shoved his cock into her, she moaned as he began to fuck her, but the passenger in the car came over and put his massive cock to her lips and told her, "Get me ready again, this time I'm going to fuck you good you little white whore, you'll beg me to stop before I'm done with you." Kassidy took his cock head into her mouth and began to suck him, and he immediately began to harden in her mouth stretching her lips wide. He grabbed her hair and pushed his cock into her throat, and she gagged. She felt her throat open and the head slid into it. Her throat burned as he pushed farther in. She was only able to take about 9 inches of this monster before he pulled back, pushed the guy from between her legs and told her to roll over. She did as she was told and she arched her back as he pushed the head of his cock against her ass. She felt him pop inside and he pushed hard as his cock buried until his balls slapped against her pussy. He began to slowly fuck her ass as he asked, "Do you like that black cock in your ass you little whore?"

Kassidy didn't say anything she just pushed back against him. 

The man slapped her little ass, and asked her again, "Do you like that black cock in your ass you little whore?"

Again no response and the man slapped her ass harder and she pushed back against him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and asked again, "Do you like that black cock in you ass you little whore?"

Kassidy screamed "Yes, I love your black cock buried in my ass hole. Fuck me hard please." 

The man smiled, and slapped her ass even harder than before, "That's a girl. I'm going to fuck you for the next hour or two and when I get done your ass will never be the same."

Jeremy looked around and everyone had taken a seat to watch. He pulled Kim to him and told her to get between his legs and suck his cock while he watched her sister get fucked. He knew that what the man had said was true, he could fuck for an hour or two and this little girl was going to be fucked like she would never be fucked again.

Kassidy looked over her shoulder and smiled at the man in her ass and he kept a steady pace as he began to fuck her ass. She was nearing another orgasm and it felt as if she had been fucked silly, but she was ready for this mother fucker, and she pushed back against him as he fucked her. She arched her back enjoying the feel of his cock in her ass and she looked around the room to see that everyone was watching her, except Kim who had a mouth full of Jeremy's cock. Jeremy grabbed Kim's hair and turned her head to see her sister being fucked in the ass. Kim smiled at Kassidy with the cock still in her mouth. 

Kassidy's eyes were glazed over and she looked like she was in a trance, she saw Kim looking at her but was unaware of much else. Her ass was beginning to burn from the fucking she was getting, but her head went down and she closed her eyes and tried to dismiss the pain. 

Kim slowly sucked Jeremy's cock and he seemed to be happy with her, so she reached up and began to massage his big balls. Jeremy scooted his ass closer to the edge of the chair and told Kim to finger his ass while she sucked him. She wet her finger and tried to insert it in his ass, then put it back in her mouth and wetted again, this time she inserted it in his ass and took his cock back into her mouth and slowly sucked him as she wiggled her finger in his ass. Jeremy moaned and told her what she was doing felt good, just take her time and enjoy herself while her sister was getting fucked.

She knew her sister must be getting sore, she had only been fucked by six or seven different guys in the ass tonight and she was sore. Her lips were swollen from sucking cocks and they were numb, but she liked that feeling. Kassidy had been being fucked for thirty minutes and she felt Jeremy grow bigger in her mouth and then she tasted his cum as he filled her mouth again and she eagerly sucked all she could from him. He tasted so good she would suck him all night if he wanted her too. She continued to suckle him and she loved the way his balls felt in her hand. Her finger was still in his asshole. He pulled her head off his cock and told her "You better go comfort your sister, she still has some work ahead of her."

Kim crawled over to Kassidy and held her head as she whispered in her ear, "Are you okay Kass?"

Kassidy just mumbled, "Uh huh."

Kim looked at the man fucking her sister and he laughed "She will beg me to stop, before it's over." He began fucking her harder and Kim bent down and kissed Kass on the cheek. All she could smell not only on her, but on Kass was cum, lots of cum. She went to Kassidy's ass and began to lick the cock sliding in and out of her sister's ass. She looked and saw how red the area around the cock was beet red, but well open. He had stretched Kassidy's ass hole so he slid in and out fairly easily. She made sure she wet the man, and he pushed her away. "Get the fuck away, she's on her own. No help from you, you fucking slut." Kim fell on her back, and crawled back to Kassidy's face, and whispered "Tell him to stop."

Kassidy shook her head, raise it shook her hair and asked, "Is that it, come on fuck me stud, I need some cock."

Kim smiled and whispered "Get em girl"

For the next hour it went like that, until the man finally pushed deep into Kassidy's ass and emptied his balls. He pulled his softening cock from her ass and cum poured out. Her asshole didn't return to normal, just left a gaping hole where his cock used to be. She was so sore she couldn't stand it, but she asked "Is that it, my black stud? Is that all I get?"

The man got pissed and slapped her face, and then Jeremy stood and punched him in the mouth. 

"Leave her alone, she took it the best I've ever seen and she beat you."

It was 5:00 in the morning, and Kassidy and Kim were worn out, but wondered what the day would bring. She looked around and saw Kim sucking two cocks and another one was fucking her pussy. Jeremy told them to finish, he was going to take the girls home, they had performed very well and they deserved the break. 

The two cocks in Kim's mouth began to spurt and she licked all she could up, then she felt the cock in her pussy cover her insides again, and she knew she would be going home.

Jeremy told them to get dressed if they could find their clothes and come with him. He told the driver to take him back to the college and led the girls to the car. Kassidy had trouble walking and Kim helped her, and they got in the backseat, one on each side of Jeremy for the trip back to campus.



Party Time



It had been a long time since I'd been out to have a little fun. Work had been so busy and so stressful. There had been no time for a social life, no time for a man, and definitely no time for sex. My girlfriend, Madeline, had been telling me about this party that happens once a month. It's supposed to be really wild and crazy. She wouldn't tell me what that meant. All she would tell me was that it would make my stress disappear. Boy could I use that!

Last week, before I got off work, Madeline gave me the address of the party and told me to meet her there at eight. As I drove home to get ready, I wondered about what I was getting into and what I should wear. As I looked through my closet, I couldn't find anything really appealing. Red dress, no. Navy dress, no. I was thinking I should wear something a little naughty. I mean, the whole point of this party was to get a little and relieve some stress. I finally decided to wear a cute little outfit that I kept for those particularly horny periods. I mean, this definitely qualified. 

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I think that I'm a pretty looking woman, not someone I would call beautiful. My red hair is semi-curly, shoulder length and frames my face really well. I have blue eyes and lips that can pout with the best of them. So, there I stood. Little green and red plaid skirt, cut just to above mid-thigh. A white shear blouse, white bra just barely outlined under the blouse. A pair of knee-high white stockings and a pair of plain white cotton panties. Days spent in Catholic School had taught me how to really work this outfit. I figured if this didn't get some looks, then everyone on the planet was dead. Finishing my make up, I grabbed my purse and threw in a box of condoms. First rule, always be prepared and safe. Closing the door behind me, I was ready to get this party going.

Madeline had given me directions to the party. I pulled up in front of a giant house on a hill right outside San Francisco, in Sausalito. The drive way was full and I pulled up behind the last one. Getting out of the car, I saw Madeline running down the drive way. She stopped, and looked me over, "Damn girl, you look ready to pounce!"

I hoped that was a good thing, "Not too much for this, I hope?"

"Definitely not too much. It's perfect!" Madeline grabbed my hand and pulled me up the drive way to the front door. There were already about twenty or thirty people inside. Some of the women were wearing jeans and shirts, some were in dresses, and a few were wearing teddies. Yep, I fit in just right, I thought to myself.

Madeline wrapped her arm around my waist and guided me to the bar. The bartender was a handsome man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was wearing boxers and an earring. That was it! He poured me a drink and smiled, "Love the outfit. I've always had a thing for school girls."

I walked away with Madeline feeling that this night was definitely going to be something else. I wasn't sure what just yet but I felt it in the air. 

After about twenty minutes, I heard someone calling for quiet. I looked over to the bar, and the bartender was standing on the top of a barstool. "Hey, shut the fuck up, everyone!" The room quieted. "Ok, it's time for the games to start. For those of you that are new, we like to play a little party game. Names have been put into a hat. When you pull a name, there's going to be a little something else on there, a mission if you will. You have thirty minutes to complete your mission and return to this room." The murmurs of approval and anticipation went through the room. 

I looked at Madeline and whispered in her ear, "What kind of mission?" 

She smiled and said, "Just relax. You wanted to have a little fun, now you will."

The bartender continued, "Ok, now, all the newcomers, and you know who you are, will draw first." 

People started to break from the crowd and one by one, drew a slip of paper from the hat. Names were being called and when they stepped forward, the pair would head off to complete their mission. When it was my turn, I tentatively slipped my hand into the hat and pulled out a piece of paper. 

"Damon - blow job without using your hands"

My face must have flushed. What had Madeline got me into! I was immediately scared but at the same time, all those months without sex took hold. I felt myself getting wet and aroused. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a gorgeous, tanned guy. He looked like your typical surfer. "I'm Damon, let's go." He grabbed my hand and I followed him outside to the balcony.

"You ok with this?" he asked. He was sweet. I nodded and handed him the piece of paper. The smile that broke across his lips told me he liked this game. "Take me, I'm yours to play with!" The laughter filled the air and I felt at ease and ready to go. We had thirty minutes to complete our mission and I wasn't about to fail my first time around.

Sliding up to him, I looked at him sideways, "Well, I'm not supposed to use my hands." Kneeling down in front of him, I put my hands behind my back and leaned forward. Using my teeth, I unbuttoned his pants (I learned that trick in high school) and pulled the zipper down slowly. Taking his pants between my teeth, I pulled them down slowly. I felt horny and excited, looking at this strange cock. Forget the game, I wanted this cock just because I wanted it. 

Using my tongue, I circled the head and licked down the underside of his shaft. I flicked my tongue over the tip, his cock springing up and down. My mouth closed around his erection and I sucked. His moans were quiet. I could hear other moans around us as others were attempting to complete their missions. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my mouth the only thing touching him. 

I felt the tip touching the back of my throat as I sucked faster and harder. I looked up at him and knew he was close. I pulled my mouth back and then rammed in down again. I fucked his cock with my mouth and savored the taste. I heard him grunt and then I felt his cum shot into my mouth. I drank him down, my chin getting the excess. I licked him clean and stood.

"You play this game really good," he said as he fixed his pants back up. He grabbed my hand and we walked back into the main room. A few of the gamers had already reconvened and others continued to appear.

The bartender stood on the barstool again, his boxers slightly wet in front. "Times up! If you're not done, too bad." Everyone came together again. "This time, you get an hour to complete your mission. Same people that drew last time, draw again!" 

I walked to the hat a little more eager this time. What else was in this hat? I pulled my slip of paper and read.

"Ty - suck and fuck"

I looked up and called for Ty. When a tall, muscular black man walked up to me, I really felt horny. I'd never been with a black man before but oh the stories I had heard. He smiled, "I'm Ty, you my lucky partner?" 

I managed to nod a yes and he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me upstairs. Opening a door, he peeked inside, "All clear, come on, baby." Walking in, I glanced around the room. Not too bad. Clean and neat. "What's on the paper?" he asked.

Turning around and walking towards him, I put my hands on his chest and pushed him to the bed, "Suck and fuck." He smiled and watched as I unbuttoned my blouse. I let it hang open and pushed my bra down. Crawling on his lap, I pushed my nipple in his face and said, "Suck it."

I watched as his dark lips surrounded my pale nipple. A shot of electricity spilled through me. He was dark, almost an ebony. His mouth suckled my nipple, his tongue playing with it. His hand came up and cupped my other breast, squeezing and kneading. I loved the contrast of our skin against each other. I had to know if the stories were true.

Sliding off his lap, I leaned over and undid his jeans. I pulled them down around his ankles, taking his boxers with them. When I looked up again, I was staring at the biggest, blackest dick I'd ever seen. The stories were definitely true! "First black dick you've ever seen, baby girl?" he asked.

I smiled, "Yep and you're gonna get the best damn blow job you've ever had." I leaned over, taking his hard cock in my hand and lowered my mouth onto it. It was like sucking a chocolate bar, only better... much better! I sucked and rolled my tongue around him. I couldn't get all of him in my mouth but I sure as hell tried. Getting his member moist, I then slipped him out of my mouth. I leaned over him and wrapped his dick between my breasts and squeezed them together. His black cock wrapped between my pale breasts was such a turn on. 

"Oh yea baby! Oh that's fuckin good!" He was moaning and thrusting his cock up further, fucking my breasts. I had to have him! I had to ride him.

I stood up and slowly pulled my white cotton panties down and stepped out of them. I pulled my skirt up in front and showed him my shaved pussy. He moaned, "Come here baby and I'll show you what I can do." I grabbed my purse and pulled out the box of condoms. Tearing the packet open, I was glad that I had bought the big ones, anticipating is always good. 

I straddled his legs, my skirt riding up to give him a good view of my pussy. As I rolled the condom slowly down over his cock, his fingers played with me. I moaned as his finger slid inside me and wiggled around. He withdrew his finger and sucked it clean. "Mmm, I'll have to taste some of that later." His hands grabbed my hips and he lifted me up and onto his cock.

He was so big, I wasn't sure I'd be able to take him. I felt my pussy being torn apart and then I felt a shiver of pleasure as I settled slowly over him. Leaning forward, I braced myself against his chest. The thrust of his cock inside me pushed me forward even more. My breasts bounced back and forth as we rocked back and forth. Deeper and deeper he went. 

I sat straight up and bounced up and down gently. Riding his cock, I looked down and watched his hands play with my nipples. He squeezed and circled them. I leaned over again and he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked. I was in heaven. 

Moaning, I yelled, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" He rammed his cock up deeper inside me. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I yelled out again. Lifting me up, he pulled his cock briefly out of me. Laying me back on the bed, he opened my legs and buried his face in my wet mound. His tongue filled me where his cock had just been. My body shook as another orgasm ripped through me.

"Now you gonna take it all again and I'm gonna cum inside you." He pushed his cock hard inside my sensitive pussy. I moaned and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. Faster and harder he pushed, fucking me like I'd never been fucked before. "Oh shit!" he yelled out. 

I moaned as I felt my own orgasm again. He stepped back, pulling himself out of me. Yanking the condom off, his come shot out like a fucking rocket. I watched as he pumped the last of his come onto the floor. 

"Un-fucking believable, baby." He leaned over and kissed me. We heard the bartender calling everyone downstairs again. I buttoned my shirt but didn't bother to put on my panties. Ty dressed and we walked downstairs holding hands.

I found Madeline in the crowd this time. She looked tousled and like she'd had great sex. Walking up behind her, I put my arms around her waist and whispered, "Thank you."

She turned and smiled, "I knew you'd like this. Who have you had so far?"

I smiled back, "Damon for a blow job and Ty for the best fuck of my life."

"Ty is unbelievable isn't he. I love to get him." Madeline turned back to look at the bartender.

"Ok, this is the last round for the game. This time, the other group picks names. Let's go!"

I waited and watched as people went up and pulled names. I couldn't believe the anticipation I felt as I waited for someone to pull mine. Suddenly, I heard a voice calling my name. It was a woman. Oh my god! I hadn't thought about that. Walking up towards the bar slowly, I looked at the woman who had drawn my name. She was beautiful. Blond, petite but with a chest that would put Mae West to shame. 

Tapping her on the shoulder, I said, "That's me." She smiled and took my hand. 

We walked out to the terrace, towards the pool. Stopping by one of the lounge chairs, she said, "Is this ok?" 

"Sure," I looked at her again, this time feeling a new type of arousal. I was finding myself attracted to her. "Um, I think you should know. I've never done this before, I mean, I've never been with a woman before."

Taking my hand in hers, she said quietly, "That's ok. I'll be gentle. Do you want to know what the paper said?" I nodded, "I'm supposed to lick you." Lick me! Oh god! "Is that ok?" I nodded again. 

She slid her hand up my arm and took a small step forward. I could smell her perfume and it was arousing me even more. She unbuttoned my blouse and kissed my stomach with small butterfly kisses. I felt her hands on my thighs and looked down. She was caressing my inner thighs, her fingers gently opening my legs.

"Why don't you sit down?" she said softly.

I sat down on the lounge and she knelt in front of me. She kept her eyes on mine as her hands slid my skirt up. Looking down, she smiled as she saw that I had no panties on, having left the cotton panties upstairs. 

"I love a shaved pussy. It's so much more erotic and arousing." She leaned over and I felt her tongue on my really sensitive pussy. Her tongue was smooth against my lips, parting me gently. I opened my legs wider and watched as her tongue flicked across my clit. 

"Does that feel good? Do you like that?" she whispered against my mound. 

"So good! Oh god, it feels so good!" I moaned.

Her tongue was diving in and out of my pussy now. Using a finger, she teased my clit as she sucked. I moaned again. She knew just what I liked! Her finger started to fuck me faster and her mouth closed around my clit and sucked harder. I moaned and bucked, her mouth sucking down every last drop. 

Smiling, I could see my juices on her face in the moonlight. She kissed me. "Next time, I hope you draw my name. I'd love to come for you." She kissed me again. 

We straightened up and headed back inside. The group was reconvening and the bartender stood on the barstool once again. I found Madeline and stood next to her. "Everyone has completed three missions and from all the moaning and groaning, I'd say everyone was successful. Now let's do some serious partying." Somehow it didn't surprise me when he tore his boxers off and his hard cock sprang out free. Everyone around me started to take off their clothes.

I looked at Madeline, who had already taken off her top to reveal her gorgeous breasts. Laughing, I stripped my own clothes off. "Well, honey, what do you think of this party now?"

Standing there naked, with about thirty other naked people whom I'd never met before, I laughed, "I think, Madeline, I'm gonna lick your pussy till you faint and then I'm gonna fuck me some more cocks!" Oh what a way to relieve stress! It's good to have friends!



Party Time



NOTE: The following story includes very explicit descriptions of cunnilingus and other sexual acts between two women. If such topics offend you, do not read any further.

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It was my first big party of the year. I had come with my friend Amanda. Being from a small college in a small town, we often made the drive to the nearest state school, where there was always a party or two on the weekend, especially at the frat houses. Soon after arriving, however, Amanda ran into a group of friends from back home. She hadn't seen them in a while and had lots of catching up, and since I wasn't into standing around listening to other people's conversations, I moved on. So now I was cruising the house by myself, looking for something interesting. I'm not a real beer fan, but at a frat party, that's pretty much the thing to do, and after two quick ones, I was feeling good - just barely tipsy. On my third trip back to the keg, I found two girls "standing guard" (their term). "Beer patrol!" the one yelled. Oh brother, I thought, these two are blasted already. 

"I'm Amy and this is Carmella," the one said, very pseudo-officially, "You must answer all our questions if you want a beer." She then proceeded to ask a series of totally inane questions about school, music, drinking, guys, and, of course, sex. Alright, I thought, Ill play along. Actually, they were both pretty cute, so what the hell - good things could always happen. During the sex questions, I made sure they knew I was bisexual and available, just in case. 

"Final question," Amy said. "Name?"

"Milene," I answered.

"Oooo, interesting name," Amy said. "For that, you get an extra beer." Her friend, however, looked perplexed. "Milene? Why do I know that name?" As Amy rambled on, Carmella kept looking at me and talking to herself, trying to remember some connection she might have with me while I continued talking to her friend Amy.

Finally it hit her: "Oh....Milene??? Milene! Omigod! I know who you are! Yes! Yessss! You're that lez chick, right? Right???"

Her friend went wide-eyed at the question. "Carmella!!!!"

For my part, I took the question in stride. It wasn't the first time. "Well, yeah," I responded, "I like girls, I told you that." I acted indifferent, but inside, my guts were churning. "But what exactly do you mean by 'that lez chick'?"

"You're the one they always talk about - the one that ate out a bunch of girls at a frat party a couple years ago - everybody's heard that story." Carmella looked at Amy, who nodded knowingly. "And," she continued, this time to Amy, "she still comes to frat parties, hoping to pick up girls."

Wow. They really did know about me. And apparently a lot of others did, too. Off guard, I stammered a response. "Uummmmm, well, stories like that really get exaggerated, you know?" God, it sounded so pathetic.

It was true - it had been exaggerated. It was only two girls, not "a bunch", and I was drunk as hell - the dangers of drinking too much too young. Still, it was at a frat party, one of the first my freshman year, and it had pretty well set my reputation ever since. But it wasn't all bad. It did tend to start conversations - as evidenced by the situation at hand.

"Wow, I assumed you were just an urban legend."

"Hey look, I'm just a girl," I shrugged, "just like you." I feigned indifference, but I was uncomfortable with the conversation. At the same time, however, my mind was racing, considering the possibilities. I searched Carmella's face for clues. Was she curious, disgusted ... interested?

"Speak for yourself, chickie!" Amy protested. "I've definitely never eaten anyone out! Especially in front of a bunch of guys."

"Yeah, babe" Carmella chimed in slyly, "but you know you ARE an amazing kisser. I think the rest of us are probably missing out on a good thing." She punctuated the last comment with a tongue motion that made her implication very clear. Amy responded with a push and an only half-serious glare.

There was a short pause among the three of us, one of those dreaded lulls, which gave me a chance to check them out a little better. They were both "preppy" types - Polos and shorts - and both about six inches taller than me - around five-eight. Amy had a typical WASP look: straight, dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulders, and somewhat thin nose, and grey-green eyes. She had slim, "boyish" hips, but on top she was all girl - her pink polo was just tight enough to show off a nice pair of breasts. And from what I could see, she had sweet little butt. Carmella, on the other hand, was well-tanned, with a slightly Latino look to her. She was athletic, though not buff, and her breasts were hard to ignore, full and firm. Her short, black hair was subtlety spiked, and she had a cute button nose over dark eyes that exuded self confidence. Beyond all that, she had a voice that gave me chills - low and breathy, it sounded like sex. I let my mind wander a bit - thinking of what it would be like to be with these two girls, when Carmella suddenly took a big swig of beer, cocked one eyebrow, and started up again.

"Soooooo..." she paused, swaying back and forth seductively, "I guess you're, uh... looking for pussy tonight, huh?" Carmella tried to say serious, but couldn't suppress a grin. More like a smirk, really. Whether she was mocking me or just playing along, I couldn't tell. Amy's jaw simply dropped, before she stifled a giggle of her own.

It took me a second to react myself. I felt a familiar tingle inside as I realized that this could be leading somewhere very good. Feeling cocky, I looked her straight in the eye and, using my sweetest voice and my best "bedroom look", purred, "Oh, I'm always looking for new pussy, baby. That's what I do ...I eat pussy....and give orgasms." I smiled knowingly and looked her up and down, pausing intently on her pelvic area before continuing. "So is there some particular sweet pussy you think I might get tonight?"

My boldness caught her off guard. Carmella glanced nervously at her friend. She was clearly moving down a new path for her, while Amy just stepped back a bit, staring at her friend with a "what are you doing????" look on her face.

Finally, Carmella regained her cool confidence and responded, rather nonchalantly, "Well, I guess that depends. Are you any good?"

"You mean with my mouth?" I asked. I was trying to draw the conversation out, being suggestive, letting her go where I hoped she wanted to. She barely nodded, and I continued playing into their rumors. Looking pointedly into her eyes, I cooed softly, "Why, haven't you heard, baby? I'm the best. They say you're never the same once you get head from Milene. I'll totally spoil you." Now it was my turn to smirk.

I couldn't believe I was being this aggressive. Must be the alcohol again, I thought. Plus the fact that I'd been celibate for almost a month. In any case, I could tell that Carmella was right on the edge, playing this as a big tease but with some genuine interest under the surface, not ruling out a little adventure. Emboldened by the drinks and becoming increasingly aroused, I kept pushing forward. I leaned into Carmella and let my hand graze lightly up the back of her thigh as I whispered in her ear: "Just make sure you have some extra sheets, sweetie - 'cuz you're gonna leave a HUGE wet spot on the bed when I do you." Damn, just saying that to her turned me on something fierce.

Carmella stared at me for a long moment, startled by my boldness, unsure how to respond. There was an almost imperceptible change in her breathing. I knew then that I was having an effect on her. 

I leaned in again and said, just for her to hear "My tongue will take you places you've never been before. Seriously. And it will go anyplace you want it." Reaching back to squeeze one cheek of her cute bottom, I whispered again for emphasis, "Anyplace!" then swirled my tongue sensuously around her ear. She shivered, and her eyes got REALLY big, but there was no hiding her pleasure and, I hoped, anticipation.

After a few moments, she gathered herself enough to respond: "Well, that's something to think about, isn't it?" She was back to be cool and collected. I loved this girl. Amy remained silent, letting Carmella take the lead.

Letting the topic rest for a while, we made small talk and drank some more. I sipped mine, hoping to remain in control of my senses, to leave as many options open as possible. Amy and Carmella, meanwhile, just kept going. They were either serious drinkers or they were nervous with the situation. 

I eventually decided it was time to make a move. "So what's the story, ladies?" I said lightly, trying my best not to be pushy or threatening. "Are you up for a little adventure, or do you want to stay at this lame party all night?"

They looked at each other, obviously unsure. Luckily, the alcohol seemed to be having it's usual effect, and they were at least considering it. They whispered a brief discussion, seemed to argue just a little, and then Carmella asked "So which one? Who are you really asking? And what do you expect from us?"

Wow, I thought, this might really happen. "Both of you," I said. I smiled sweetly and added, "How could I choose?"

"Both?" Carmella exclaimed, doing her best to keep her voice down. "You want to do both of us, together?" 

"Sure," I said, "that's half the fun. Haven't you ever watched someone else have sex? Or wanted to?"

Amy quickly interrupted. "Hey, I ain't eatin' nobody's pussy, I'll tell you right now. You two can do whatever, but I'm no lesbo."

I hate that term, but I managed to hide my distaste for her language and tried to soothe her. "You don't have to do anything, hon, really. If you want to that's cool, but if not, you guys are both really cute, and I'll be perfectly happy to do all the 'eating' - for both of you." Then, looking them both in the eye, I added, "And trust me, you won't believe how good it can be. It's not like with a guy. I'll stretch it out and make you cum over and over and over, better than you've ever had."

They conferred again briefly, and then my heart fluttered as Carmella said, "Okay, we can go to our place. It's pretty close."

I followed them to Carmella's car, admiring both of their sweet buns from behind - very, very nice. Damn, I thought, I must be really horny. I always get obsessed with girls' tushies when I'm horny. I asked them to drive me to my car - I wanted to make sure they didn't change their minds and ditch me. I could already feel the moisture in my panties as I thought about what I'd soon be doing. I couldn't believe I was going to get to play with these two.

As I followed them to their place, I watched their interaction in the car, trying to interpret what they were saying. I could tell that Amy was still very unsure about the whole deal. Interpreting their gestures and body language from behind, it seemed like Amy was questioning why Carmella wanted to do this. On the other hand, Carmella seemed to argue that it would be fun, an adventure. I was sure that Amy had never been with a girl before. As for Carmella, I wasn't sure, but she was definitely into it now. Even if Amy backed out - a distinct possibility - doing Carmella alone would be a delight.

When we got to their apartment there was another of those awkward moments. There we were, and we all agreed why, but no one knew how to start. We drank a little more and then I figured it was up to me, so I spoke up. "So you're a good kisser, huh, Amy?" 

Amy flushed deeply and I thought I'd made a mistake. She was the reluctant one, after all. But Carmella came to the rescue, chiming in with "Oh yeah, she's a hot one. This girl's got a tongue. We made out on a dare one night at a party and I thought I was gonna wet my pants!" 

"I think you did wet your pants," Amy retorted. "You know you've always been hot for me." They both broke into laughter and the ice was broken.

"Okay, so let's see," I teased. "Let's see if you can get her hot, Amy." Emboldened by the talk and the beer, Amy took the challenge, grabbing Carmella and giving her a long, passionate kiss, with lots of tongue and roving hands. By the time the broke apart, both girls were flushed (and not from embarrassment) and I was way hot myself. "Don't I get any of that?" I pouted.

Amy obliged, and she didn't disappoint. She was indeed a great kisser, with soft, active lips that traced seductively over my own and a swirling tongue that explored all the right places in my mouth. I ran my hands up and down her body, finally settling on that darling butt of hers, becoming more and more aroused as I felt her up. I slipped my hand down the back of her pants and let my fingers explore briefly between her cheeks. Damn, I was horny now! When she finally pulled away, Amy's breath was short and her nostrils flared, and I knew I was in for an incredible night. It wouldn't be just Carmella and I.

Carmella came next, and if anything, she was better. Her kisses weren't as soft and sweet as Amy's, but they were hotter, filled with urgent passion. This time it was her hands that were roaming, exploring me. And her tongue, oh my god, that girl's tongue was just nasty. Soft and wet, slow and erotic, her tongue kissing made me weak in the knees. I could feel the dampness building between my legs.

"Okay," I said, almost desperate now to have one of them, "who's going to do this?"

"Well, sweetie," Carmella teased, "I think YOU'RE going to do it. The question is, 'who are you going to do?'" 

After some brief discussion, they decide that Carmella would go first. Amy wasn't so sure, anyway, and the whole thing had been Carmella's idea. "Besides," she whispered just for me to hear, "I'm really, really horny." THAT really got me going. We started in on one another again, groping, frenching, until we were both moaning with need. I pulled her shirt out of her shorts and, taking the hint, she quickly pulled it over her head, revealing a white lacy bra that held those luscious tits I'd been admiring earlier. Next came the shorts. She took her time, clearly wanting to tease me with her body, getting off on the idea of turning on the famous Milene. When her bra came off, I almost gasped as she revealed two beautiful breasts, topped with large, dark areolas stippled with tiny bumps. I've never really been a "tit girl", but big nipples always get to me. I wanted to pounce on her right there and just suck like a baby.

My reaction must have been obvious. "Well, well, you like these, don't you?" Carmella noted, taunting me playfully and holding her prizes up for a better view. Then, in a very coquettish voice that just made me shiver, "You wanna suck 'em?"

Jesus, did I ever! But I stayed cool despite myself. "All in good time, hon. We have all night."

I told her to leave her panties on for now. I wanted to do that myself - always a thrill the first time. I moved into her and took another kiss, a short one, followed by a long, lusty one that went on for minutes. I let my hands enjoy her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, tweaking the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Damn, this was good! Unable to resist any longer, I kissed my way down her neck, to her shoulder, and then captured one large, delicious nipple in my mouth. I licked at the bumpy surface, sucked gently on the rubbery nipple, and used my tongue to trap it against the roof of my mouth. Carmella's head dropped back, her eyes closed, a rapturous look on her face as I suckled, going back and forth between her magnificent soft mounds.

I sucked her tits for a long time, slowly building her arousal. I extended my tongue and ran it slowly along the crease under each of Carmella's breasts, at the same time keeping my fingers busy, kneading the thick buds of her nipples, pinching them, lightly twisting them. My lips moved up and around her breasts, encircling her excited nipples without touching them, doing my best to drive her crazy. Carmella was loving it, murmuring "Mmmmmm, yeah, mmmmm" over and over. 

Finally I urged her to her left, over to the bed, and sat her down on the edge. Kneeling before her, I reached up and worked my fingers into the elastic band of the white bikinis. I looked up and gave her a smile that hinted of all the treats to come. God, I was so grateful for this opportunity. I slowly pulled her panties down as Carmella raised her hips slightly to assist. As soon as they were off, she spread her legs wide. She was ready for me.



Carmella had a beautiful cunt, a glistening, scarlet juice pit, framed by fleshy, succulent lips that just begged to be sucked. A small v-shaped patch of dark hair just above served as an accent, pointing down to her opening and, in particular to a rather large, engorged clitoris. I imagined how that firm little nub would feel in my mouth. I looked up and she was watching me, watching me survey her honeypot, apparently looking for a reaction. I looked her straight in the eyes and whispered "Nice, it's beautiful," and she grinned smugly, apparently very satisfied to hear that I liked her pussy.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I leaned to the right to kiss, then slowly lick at her inner thigh. That drew a just little smile, but then, as I licked in tiny circles upward, she sighed and trembled slightly. Her thighs spread just a bit wider, hoping for more. Her hands began to softly stroke the outsides of her thighs as I continued to work the inner surfaces, and her hips began an easy, barely perceptible up and down motion.

"You ready?", I asked. I knew she was. Though her facial expression was still fairly calm and detached, her movements, her breathing, and her aroma all revealed her state of arousal.

With an audible "Mmmm", Carmella raised her knees, resting her feet on the edge of the bed. I glanced over at Amy to see her reaction. Her breathing was heavy now, her stare focused, like mine, on that sweet spot between Carmella's legs. I smiled briefly at her, making it clear that I knew she was watching, as I eased my face into Carmella's wet trough. As I did, Carmella dropped her head back and uttered a gentle "Ahhhhhhh." 

The initial wetness was amazing - the flowing stream almost overwhelming. The lengthy build-up had caused her faucet to flow, and the cunt syrup was everywhere. I was only boasting earlier about making a wet spot, but I could see now that it would certainly be true. Already her fluids were seeping out of her, running down between the cheeks of her ass. I licked her slowly, gathering the nectar, avoiding her clitoris except for an occasional rub with the tip of my nose. My mouth and chin were inundated with her warm juices. Now my tongue probed more deeply, my mouth pressing against the opening as I held the fleshy lips to each side with my fingers. Unable to hold back now, Carmella groaned and started rocking toward me as my tongue danced in her vagina. She leaned back slightly, supporting her upper body on her hands and forearms, pushing her lower portions up into my mouth.

It was oddly quiet. The room was silent except for the continual moans from Carmella's throat and the liquid clicking sounds made by my tongue and lips as I sucked at her cunt. I kept it slow, aiming for a gradual, growing stimulation, which I knew would result, over time, in an intensely satisfying orgasm. Not yet though. I was determined to make this last a long time, to assure we both enjoyed it to the maximum degree. Over and over, I kissed her lips and the sensitive parts inside, occasionally sucking the tender flesh into my mouth or moving up briefly to tease her now needy clit with my tongue. Her hips thrust more urgently upward and her groans became louder, more guttural. Alternating with quieter, whimpering sounds, they revealed the intensity of her growing need.

By this time, Carmella had dropped all pretense of being detached and was in full pursuit of her orgasm. Using her hands, she pulled her knees all the way back and drew her legs wide apart. I felt faint with excitement as she opened herself up for me, losing all her inhibitions, focused completely on the pleasures I was giving her. Taking her cue, I held her knees back, opening her up even more and diving in face first. Her hands grabbed my head, twisting in my hair, jamming my mouth farther up inside her, creaming my face. I adored the wetness. The wetness was an affirmation of my ability to please her. I scoured her hole, cleaning it, sucking at it. I tried again to avoid her clitoris, but it was just too tempting, protruding now from its hood, straining for more attention. I took it into my mouth and briefly played with it, rolling my tongue over its tender surface as Carmella cried and squealed above me.




Party Time



Not yet, I thought. You're not ready for it yet. It's going to get much, much better, girl, better than you ever imagined it could be. I pulled my mouth away from her and looked lower, down between the cheeks of her ass. Her perfect brown ring was wet and shiny from the juices that had oozed out of her cunt and dribbled down to it. My tongue moved forward again, scooping up her girl-juice and tickling her butthole. A little squeal of surprise escaped her lips at that first touch, followed by soft keening sounds and then, "Ohhhhhhh God, fuck! Oh god, yeah!" Her hips rose shamelessly off the bed to give me better access. I let my tongue wander several times around the little muscle. Carmella sighed and whimpered pathetically, all inhibition gone now, feeling nothing but the delicious slithering sensation of my tongue on her most private place. Heavenly. 

As I began to eat Carmella's ass in earnest, I glanced over at Amy. She was quite flushed now, her eyes huge, fixed on the erotic sight before her, of her roommate having her pussy, and now her ass, eaten by this strange girl. She too had dropped all pretense of propriety and had her right hand busy in the crotch of her shorts. Mmmmmm, I thought, a good sign there.

I continued to kiss and lick Carmella's asshole for some time, occasionally tickling the center with my tongue tip, even nudging a bit inside. Eventually I moved back up, running the flat of my tongue ever so slowly up inside her, from the base of her slit to her hood and back again, several times. Gobs of cunt cream entered my mouth. My god, she was leaking everywhere. She was trembling now, so close, her thighs moving back and forth as the room filled with her pathetic moans. I was trembling, too, so excited. It was time, for both of us, and my lips captured her meaty little clit, sucking in a rhythm to match her own thrusts. Just for good measure, I slipped a finger underneath her and into her well-lubricated bottom. 

That did it. Carmella grabbed my head again, forcing my mouth roughly up and down within her greasy crevice. She let out a sharp cry, another "OMIGOD!" and then just lost it. Her hips bucked frantically back and forth. Her back arched more than I thought possible, then both actions were repeated with even greater fervor, accompanied by short cries of ecstasy. The jerking action wiped her puss back and forth across my face, soaking me from nose to chin with her wet heat. I jammed my finger all the way up her ass, did my best to hold on, and drank from the fountain. 

After what seemed like minutes but was probably only 20 - 30 seconds, she finally started to come down. After-tremors shook her body, little hip twitches that came and went every few seconds. I could feel the muscles inside her anus clenching spasmodically around my finger. I kept licking, gently lapping up her juice until she finally pushed me away. "No more," she pleaded, still panting desperately, "please ...too much." Reluctantly, I eased my finger out of her rear, gave her sweet pussy one last kiss, and let her be.

I looked up at her inquisitively. "Well?" I asked. Carmella just nodded, acknowledging that I had been as good as promised. Between breaths, she murmured "Damn" a few times, smiling with satisfaction.

I looked over at Amy inquisitively. "Well??" I asked. She said nothing at first. She was still staring at the bed, obviously thinking about the monster, mind-numbing orgasm that Carmella had just had. The she eagerly nodded her head and came over to join me on the bed.

I quickly wiped Carmella's cunt slime off my face and, grabbing Amy by the ears, kissed her passionately. Her startled reaction intensified when she realized she was tasting her best friend's pussy on my tongue, but she got over that quickly and we settled in for a quick little make-out session. By the time we came up for air, she was ready for more.

"Get out of these clothes!" I exclaimed, and she quickly stripped down to nothing. I did the same - even if this was to be all one-sided, I knew I would at least have to play with myself while I munched on them.

Naked, Amy was a cutie, a peaches and cream type. As her bra came off, I saw that her breasts were slightly smaller than Carmella's, but nicely shaped, with pretty pink nipples that, I noted, were already erect. She turned around When she lowered her shorts, I assume to hide her pubic area. I had to chuckle - odd time to be modest, and I was about to do much more than look! Her shorts and panties came down in one motion, revealing the crack and then the entirety of her backside, Damn, she did have a nice ass, perfect round globes with just enough "overhang", separated by a fairly wide crease that just begged for attention. I knew Amy would be less adventuresome than Carmella, but I promised myself that I would explore that perfect bottom before we were done. Given Amy's current state of arousal and what I was about to do for her, I was confident that I'd get the chance.

We started kissing again, but I could tell that neither of us were interested in many preliminaries. We fell down on the bed (which Carmella had thoughtfully vacated) and my right hand dove immediately between her legs. I teased her a bit, my fingertips playing lightly with her lips, just on the outside I slipped my middle fingertip into her slit, just inside and felt the warm gush of fluid that I knew would be there. Amy groaned quietly and pushed her pelvis up to me. Impatient myself, I slowly pushed one long finger into her hot, greasy channel. God, it felt so good in there! I slipped another in beside it and moved them back and forth in a scissors motion. Amy's fingers dug into my shoulders and her mouth got more insistent on my own. I pushed a third finger inside and began moving them in and out as her cunny gripped them hard. I pulled out of her and made a show of licking one finger clean, then offered the others to her. Amy licked her own juices from my fingers like she was one of the "lesbos" she talked about. I grinned in satisfaction and anticipation of things to come.

Knowing she was ready, I began my trek down Amy's body, pausing briefly at her tits, but quickly moving down over hr ribcage to her soft, taut belly. I tongue-tickled her navel a bit, then ran my wet tongue farther down, over her hip bones, closer and closer to her "vee", but not quite where I knew she wanted me. She was squirming around, trying her best to get me into her pleasure pit, when I finally positioned myself strategically between her now wide-open thighs, her dripping snatch right before my eyes.

Amy had a "pretty" pussy, a rather small, pink slit that just peeked out from between her legs. The outer lips were puffy and the inner ones smaller and more demure than Carmella's, though definitely beautiful in their own way. They were clearly engorged now, and I could see a hint of the moisture inside.

I leaned forward and placed a very chaste kiss (if that's really possible) at the center of her pussy. Just a peck to get her started. Even still, I came away with a bit of her on my lips, which I quickly licked off. She tasted good. I knew she would. I went back in for more, this time using my tongue, french-kissing her juicy slot, then running it slowly up one side and down the other. Her legs spread even wider and a long, low moan filled the room. "Pleeeease," she begged. "Come on...please."

How could I resist? I dove in like a madwoman, feverishly eating her out, using every technique I knew to raise her passion higher and higher but not let her get over the top. Carmella had had her gut-wrenching orgasm, so why should Amy get anything less?


As I continued my Amy-meal, I could tell that her barriers were coming down. The pleasure I was giving her was intense, so intense that all other thoughts, all previous "rules" were driven out of her mind. I knew it was time to take what I wanted. Still licking her twat, I slowly inched down, stroking her perineum, then lower, letting my tongue glance over the top edge of Amy's anus.

I felt her body twitch and heard a little cry of surprise, and, I hoped, delight. I went back to it, this time swiping a couple times over the entire hole, then circling it, spiraling inward.

"Oh, unnnnghhhhhhggg, God, mmmmmmmmmehh!" 

"You like that?" I asked, though the answer was clear.

"Yesssss. Fuck!!! No one's ever done that to me before." 

Mmmmm, I always love being a first for someone, and now I was at least a double first for Amy. I proceeded to lick oh so slowly all around Amy's pretty pink asshole and was rewarded with a wonderfully agonized groan of pleasure from my newly perverted sex kitten. "Unnnnghhhhh...mmmmmm..ahhhhh. God! More! please...don't stop... Pleeeeaassse!"

None of this was lost on Carmella, who was watching intently from her chair. "Damn, girl, you're something else." I looked over and promised, "You're next". She was playing with herself as she watched, but she didn't stop when I spoke to her. All self-control and shame were gone at this point. Hedonism had taken over all of us.

I turned Amy over onto her stomach and pulled her up slightly onto her knees. Her face was buried in a pillow as she lewdly offered her beautiful bottom to me. I ran my tongue slowly up and down the crack of her ass several times, pausing each time to give special attention to her overly-stimulated anus. I was worshiping her ass now and she was loving it. Her toes curled and her hands frantically gripped the sheets. I could hear the wonderful whimpering sounds she was making into the pillow.

I went on for several minutes like that, licking her crack, biting her cheeks, and kissing and sucking at her butthole until she was out of her mind. Then I dipped further down, down to Amy's girl parts, and buried my face in her cunny. I sucked it in like a sweet piece of fruit and then ran my tongue wetly over her lips. Amy responded with ardor - a long, desperate moan - as her hips did a sexy hula-style movement against my lips. I could feel her fluids dripping freely into my mouth as I pushed my tongue as far up inside her as I could.

At this point I couldn't take it anymore. I slipped my hand between my own legs and began to satisfy myself while I continued working on Amy. I'm sure Carmella could see me, but I didn't care. In fact, I wanted her to see, to know how much I was enjoying eating Amy out. I'm sure it was no surprise anyway.

Then suddenly I felt some motion behind me, and then warm breath on my private parts. Carmella! I moved my own hand and in moments felt the wonderful flutter of a delicate female tongue exploring me from below. I moaned long and hard into Amy's soft wet folds and got back to my own task. With both hands free now, I grabbed onto Amy's hips and began hungrily gobbling her wet slit. The room soon filled with our cries of passion. Even Carmella was moaning loudly, clearly aroused by the feel of my cooze as I ground it down into her mouth. 

After all that went before, there was no way I could take this for long, and in minutes I was cumming, pushing down onto Carmella's face to maintain the wonderful sensations she was giving me. Even in the throws of orgasm, I managed to keep my mouth firmly latched onto Amy's hot little cleft, sucking her luscious pink crease until she, too, was off. Her butt shook and jerked back onto my face for long, long seconds as I took in all the girl-juice she had to give. By the time it was over, we were all lying in a pile on the bed, still breathing hard, wondering what hit us. "Damn," Carmella finally panted, "that was hot! Amazing hot!" and all three of us burst into giggles.

We took a short break, but we were all still horny as hell, so it didn't last long. Lying on the bed together, it was just too easy to reach over and stroke a thigh or sneak a peak between someone's legs, and then someone would get started again. We had left the party fairly early, so we had many hours to try new variations or just repeat the earlier ones. Amy kept to her word about "not eatin' nobody's pussy" (though Carmella tried her best to get her to), and most of the activity was oral from me, but that was just fine, thank you. 

I must say that my obsession her both their bums continued throughout the night. I guess I was in that mood, and it seemed to be a new thrill for both of them, because we kept falling into it. At one point, I had them side by side on the bed, face down, and was tonguing both their delectable derrieres. They made out with each other as I buried my face between first one and then the other set of soft, sexy cheeks. The kissing and fondling between them just heightened their response to my oral-anal love, and their exquisite sighs and groans made me even more eager to take their darling rosebuds in my mouth. Once, as I pushed slowly into the deep tan circle of Carmella's anus, I heard her gasp and whisper "Oh god, she's got her whole tongue up my ass ... fuck, it's so good." That brought a cry of lust from Amy, and she kissed her friend with even more passion. I, in turn, got a shiver of excitement from hearing them respond. I tongue-fucked Carmella's asshole with a slow, circling motion as her sweet bottom swayed back and forth for me. Then I moved away, pausing briefly to lap and suck at her sopping folds, and without missing a beat, placed my lips over the delicate ring of Amy's anus. I sucked it deeply into my mouth and she groaned loudly, thrusting her tongue down Carmella's throat as I french kissed her hot little hole. 

We went on like that for a good half hour, my heart pounding wildly as I gave them both a rimming they would never forget. I was in butt-licker heaven, but of course, they wanted more than that. I had my face buried in Amy's butt for the umpteenth time when Carmella suddenly pulled me up and threw me on my back. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could speak, I was filled with the wet heat of Carmella's cunt. She came down hard, forcing herself into my open mouth until the hot flesh of her vulva rested on the back of my tongue. I sucked at her luscious girl-flesh and felt a stream of pussy juice oozing into my throat. Her pubic hairs tickled the roof of my mouth as she force-fed me, and I was loving it. My passionate cries of delight were muffled by the slick sweetness that spread my jaws wide. I grabbed her hips with both arms and happily feasted on her until she finished. 

The morning provided the usual edginess. Yes, we'd spent several hours the night before in the most intimate activities with each other, but things are always different when the sun returns and the alcohol wears off. We shared some coffee and some rather stilted conversation before I said I had to go. I think they were actually more embarrassed with each other than with me, as their friendship clearly had a different tone to it now. In any case, I did get their number, then said my goodbyes and was off. At the door, I got hugs from both, and Carmella whispered, "That really was amazing. Really good." 

I took her comment as a sign of future possibilities. If not, well, there's always another frat party, isn't there?



Party Time



Leaving the liquor store with my gift bag in hand I walked towards my car, eagerly anticipating the night ahead. My pants were clean, my nails were trimmed and I was hoping that the night would work out well. 

Two weeks before I had been invited to a party through a friend of mine. The hostess was a former client of my friends', a striking forty-two year woman who ran her own design firm. She had been invited to parties of ours in the past and the few times she showed she always owned the room with her dark Italian features and seductive laugh. This party was to celebrate her new home that was apt to be very well put together as it was what she did for a living. I was more looking forward to getting to know her and her friends. When she invited me to the party she mentioned that she might have some friends that would be interested in meeting me. Little did she know that the only person I was interested in getting to know better was the hostess. I was dressed in clothes designed to show off my physique but still look classy because the crowd was supposed to be older and considering it was the design community, more sophisticated than your average keg party. The theme was martinis and jazz, which sounded very mellow. 

Driving there, I remembered back to the last time that I had seen Maria. It was at a party hosted by our mutual friend for his birthday, and she showed up later in the evening. She had been training for a fitness competition and was tanned and toned, looking absolutely incredible. Her outfit was black both top and bottom, and her top showed off her flat belly but accentuated her gorgeous full breasts at the same time. It was made even more striking by her dark eyes and flowing reddish brown hair that came just past her shoulders. Her ass was the best part of her, round and full with no hint of any panty line. For some reason she was single, and when I inquired about that fact to my friend he indicated that she had never been married and didn't date a lot, but he had no idea why. Hopefully tonight was going to be a chance to get to know her better. I had often had visions of sucking on her large breasts while she ground her pussy onto my cock with passion. 

Driving through the suburb I located the street through my directions and parked my car. As I walked towards the address, I heard the sounds of steel drum music and lots of people. Finding the house with the door wide open, I walked in to a large group of people and a house that was absolutely breathtaking. Hardwood everywhere and beautiful paint and pictures, with a marble kitchen complete with stainless steel. Spotting my friends quickly, I made my way over to them to say hello. One of my first questions was where the hostess was, and they indicated she was upstairs showing people around. At that moment I heard her voice traveling down the stairs and she came to the landing. Her hair was put up above her shoulders and she wore an off the shoulder top that made her sexy shoulders stand out. Her black pants as always hugged her firm ass and her navel ring stood out on her flat belly. She looked incredible. As she walked down the stairs I made eye contact with her and a smile broke out on her face. 

"Dave! I'm so glad you could come!" she said as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me lightly on both cheeks. Her sweet perfume drifted into my nose and I had the resist the urge to bury my face in her hair. 

"I brought this for you – I hope you can put it to good use" I said, handing her the gift bag I had just purchased. It was Italian liquor, appropriate considering her heritage. 

"Oh, thank you. You are too sweet! The bar is in the garage and there's lots of food. I'm afraid that I'm running around too much to talk for long, but I'll catch up with you later." And with that she was suddenly gone. Damn. I never realized that as the hostess she probably wouldn't be available for any one on one time, at least until the evening was over. Looking around however, I noticed that there were a lot of attractive younger women in the room. I looked at my friends. 

"What's the deal? I figured all the people here would be older." 

"They are all either work people or friends from the gym." My friend James said. "It's a weird crowd. The bar is back there if you want a drink". 

Scanning the room I walked out of the back door into a beautiful garden with a tent erected and quite a spread of food. The garage at the back was lit with small lights and decorated with bows, and the steel drum noise had obviously come from there as there was a single drum being played as entertainment. I grabbed a martini and quickly surveyed the room. Lots of very cute girls surrounded by lots of pretty looking guys. I made eye contact with a brunette and smiled until I saw the cigarette in her hand. Drinking back the first martini quickly to calm my nerves I got another and rejoined my friends. We chatted about small talk until they decided to quiz me about my love life. 

"So you're on the prowl tonight I would assume?" said my friend Derek. "There are a lot of cute girls here tonight." 

"Yes, but you know which one I'm interested in most." I had made no secret about my thoughts of Maria. Derek had invited me specifically because he knew how I thought about her. However I didn't have my hopes up, at this point I hadn't even seen her for the past twenty minutes. After another hour and three more martinis I was starting to get a little bit antsy. I didn't want boredom to set in, but I could tell my friends were getting tired and would leave soon. I had to take some initiative with someone soon otherwise I'd be left at the party by myself. No sense in not taking chances tonight because it was going to be all or nothing anyway. Little did I know what the night would bring. I spotted Maria out of the corner of my eye chatting with some friends and slowly walked up behind her. Her bare shoulders called out to me and I reached out to massage her shoulders lightly. She turned suddenly but when she saw me she smiled and relaxed. I kept my hands moving without saying a word and she turned around again, backing into me so that our bodies were pressed suddenly together. I leaned a little closer and grazed my nose across her hair, rubbing her shoulders lightly. Her smell was overwhelming and I felt my cock begin to stir in my pants. I could tell that one of the guys she was talking to was a little annoyed. It made me feel good to know that she wanted me to touch her. 

Just then my friends tapped me on the shoulder to indicate that they were leaving and said their goodbyes to Maria. She looked at me and took my hand. 

"But you're not leaving yet, are you?" with a smile. All I could do was nod and tighten my grip on her hand. She proceeded to introduce me to just about everyone at the party, so many people that the names became a blur. Seeing her in her element only made her even more attractive. Her smile and laugh, the way she made all the people in the room light up when she spoke only made me want her more. We also consumed several more martinis each, which made me much more bold. Flirtatious touches soon became blatant grazing of fingers across parts of her that I knew were sensitive. Her neck, her stomach and her hands were all sensitive and I took advantage of that, making her shiver more than once. I was surprised that she was being as receptive as she was, but it was a pleasant surprise and it felt very natural. A couple more hours passed and by now my cock was hard in my pants constantly. I made sure Maria was aware of it by pressing it against her ass at every opportunity. She never pulled away but would often simply tighten her grip on my hand and smile. The crowd began to thin out and suddenly I realized how late it had become and that I wouldn't be able to drive home. I asked Maria where there was a phone I could use to call a cab. She took my hand and led me up the stairs away from the crowds. All of a sudden we were finally alone. 

She led me through a door into what was obviously her office and indicated a phone on the desk.

"You can use that to call your cab, but I hope you're not thinking of leaving just yet." 

"I'm starting to get kind of tired but I'm still enjoying myself. I just wish I had a chance to talk to you alone." I said, hoping she would take the bait. She moved closer to me. 

"We're alone now, aren't we?" she said. 

"Yes." I moved closer still so that we were inches apart. The anticipation around us was thick in the air. "And I'm hoping to take advantage of that." giving her one more chance to turn away before I stepped over the line. 

"Well then you had better take me." she said with that gorgeous smile, moving right into my body with hers. 

That was all that I needed. I stepped into her and wrapped my arms around her, leaning down to kiss her full red lips. She moaned under her breath and parted her lips slightly, allowing her tongue to slide into my mouth as we kissed, gently at first and then more urgently as the kiss progressed. I pushed her back with my body until her ass hit the edge of the desk and plunged my hands into her hair, parting her legs with mine and pressing into her even closer. I wanted this woman so badly, and now our tongues were dancing together and our hands were clutching and grabbing. She started to give little mewls of pleasure as our kiss intensified. Our lips smashed together in a violent release of pent up sexuality. I think if we hadn't heard people coming up the stairs I would have fucked her right there and then on her desk. We split apart and she composed herself. I wiped her lipstick off my lips quickly as two guests poked their heads into the room to say they were leaving. She smiled but before heading back downstairs she whispered into my ear. 

"You're not going anywhere."

I moved my hard cock into a more comfortable and less obvious position, used the washroom and headed back downstairs, noticing that there were only maybe a dozen guests left. The bar had closed down and it was obvious that the party was basically over. I managed to hide myself in the kitchen looking busy rearranging food on a plate as the last guests trickled out. The caterers were still there, but Maria indicated to them that she would finish cleaning up the following day. She tipped them and they also walked out. All of a sudden we were alone and the house was quiet except for the soft jazz music playing in the background. She looked at me with hunger in her eyes. She walked towards me and I took her into my arms, swaying slowly to the music. My cock began to stiffen again as she swayed against me, pressing her large breasts against my chest. 

"I can't believe we're alone together" She said. "I'm really glad you came to this party because I wanted to see you again." 

"I'm glad too. I think you're an incredible woman. This house is amazing. You're amazing." I kissed her again lightly, tracing her lips with my tongue. 

"You haven't seen the best part yet." She said, taking me by the hand and again leading me up the wooden stairs to the upper floor. We walked to the end of the hall and she opened the door into her bedroom, which was breathtaking. The dark red paint on the walls matched the dark red bedspread on the four poster bed. A partially nude mounted photograph of herself was on the wall. The carpet was thick and lush. It was absolutely the perfect room for seduction, which is what I hoped she had in mind. I wanted to make this woman feel as sexy as this room was. Taking her into my arms again I lowered my mouth to her neck and started to kiss it gently. She moaned softly and pushed me away, walking around the room and lighting candles as she went. Soon the room was transformed into a haze of soft candlelight reflected in her eyes as she returned to me. There was a lot of desire in her eyes. 

"How long has it been since you've had a really good orgasm?" I asked, knowing it had probably been a while. "Because I'm planning on making you feel really good tonight." I went to wrap my arms around her again but she stopped me and moved her hands to my shirt, unbuttoning the front slowly. 

"Why don't you just be quiet and just let me handle this from now on." She said. That's one thing I always loved about older women. They knew exactly what they wanted and didn't mind saying so. My cock was making a hard tent in my pants. I decided to let her take control of the situation because it felt like she wanted to. Finishing unbuttoning my shirt, it slid off my shoulders onto the floor. She lightly ran her hands along my chest complete with her fingernails lightly grazing my chest, which made me shiver with anticipation. Quickly undoing my belt, she lowered my pants around my ankles and dropped to her knees in front of me. Reaching into my shorts she pulled out my cock and looked into my eyes while stoking it gently. 

"Mmm...I'm going to suck this cock of yours. I'm going to lick it and suck it and I want you to come hard. Do you think you can handle that?" She inquired. I couldn't speak at this point so I just moaned my assent. She held my cock up and ran her tongue along the underside slowly, stroking it up and down. "Oh yes...I really need a good cock in my mouth right now." She slid my cock into her mouth and held it there. I could feel her tongue still stroking it inside her mouth. It felt like a warm, wet glove wrapped around me. Slowly sliding my cock in and out of her mouth she started to moan softly and move her mouth faster. Her hand wrapped around me and a light stroking motion joined her mouth moving up and down my shaft. This woman was an expert at sucking cock. It is always better when you're with someone who really enjoys it, and she obviously did. I ran my hands through her hair and massaged her shoulders while she kept sucking and licking my shaft. I wanted to start to please her too so I pulled away. 

Taking her by the hand I lifted her up onto her feet and pulled her in for a kiss, which she responded to hungrily, again sliding her tongue into my mouth and grinding against me with her body. But when I reached for her straps to begin taking her clothes off she pushed me back against the wall. 

"I said be quiet and let me handle this. I'm going to suck your cock as much as I want until I say that we stop. Shut up and just stand there." She said, more forcefully this time. I could tell from the look in her eyes she was consumed with lust and was more than happy to just let her go to town. She dropped to her knees and again engulfed my cock in her mouth, harder and faster this time. Little moaning noises again came from her throat while she stroked my shaft with her tongue and lips. She reached a hand underneath me and began stroking my asshole, probing it with her finger. Not many women had ever done that to me and it made my body go crazy. I felt myself approaching the point of no return and through clenched teeth let her know I was going to come soon. If anything she began to suck harder, waiting for my seed to shoot into her mouth. As my body tightened up I gave a gasp and felt my cock begin to shoot my cream into her mouth. Hours of pent up frustration made my load larger than usual and she opened her mouth to let it dribble out across her lips and slowly down to her chin. Looking down I had never seen anything so sexy as those beautiful lips with my come slowly draining down them. 

Knowing that for now it was my turn to impress her, I pulled her quickly to her feet and we changed positions as I pushed her up against the same wall. Her blouse buttons came apart slowly revealing her ample chest. I leaned in and began to lightly kiss the tops of her breasts and in between her cleavage, sliding my tongue around and up towards the sides of her neck. Her hips pushed against me in a subtle movement. Reaching around and unhooking her bra revealed finally her gorgeous breasts. They were truly impressive, large, yet solid from constant working out with large brown nipples that were indicating just how excited she was. As I stroked one breast with my thumb and finger, grazing it across her nipple I bent down, took the other into my mouth, and began to lightly suck. Her moans increased in intensity and she pushed her breasts towards me. I began alternating between the two, making sure to get her nipples hard on one side and then move to the other, licking the deep cleavage in between. Reaching down with one hand I slid it slowly down her flat stomach, teasing her with my touch. Lightly tracing my fingers across her bikini line, I kept swirling my hand deeper until I felt her satin panties underneath my hand. She began to really moan and cry out by now and had her hands firmly entwined in my hair. I figured it was time to take things further. 

Turning her around I led her to the bed, pushing the many pillows onto the floor and lying her down. As I climbed slowly on top of her she purred and pushed her hips into mine. I bent down and kissed her deeply, sliding our tongues together and began to gently undo her pants. As I kissed her she slid her hips up and began to claw at her pants to remove them. As they fell to the floor, I could see her panties were already damp. It made me want to bury my face inside her pussy. I kissed my way slowly down her body paying special attention to her breasts and traced a line down to her bikini line, which I slid my tongue back and forth upon until she arched her back, moaning even deeper than before. Her scent began to move into my nose. It made my cock stiffen with anticipation, even after the incredible orgasm I had just ten minutes previous. I dipped my tongue lower and grazed it across her wet panties and she shot up, crying out softly and clutching at her sheets. It was time to make her come harder than she thought possible. 

Gently pulling her panties to one side her full pussy lips were exposed. Her pubic hair was trimmed and her pussy was already dripping wet. I slid my tongue into it slowly and began to scoop her juices out with my tongue, tracing lines up and down each side and across the bottom. Every movement of my tongue seemed to make her cry out more. Wanting her torture to be over quickly I found her hard clit and began to stroke it with my tongue, gently sliding one of my fingers into her pussy. It immediately began to clench at my finger and pulsed again and again. This showed me exactly how tight that her treasure was going to be after not having sex for so many months. Just then she began to wail loudly and clutch again at the sheets around her indicating she was ready. I took hold of her clit with my mouth and began to suck on it while sliding my finger faster in and out of her gushing hole. I felt her body arch and her clit get harder as she tensed up in anticipation of her orgasm. That is my favourite moment with a woman, feeling them ready to just let go and explode with desire. Which is what she promptly did. Her cry was loud enough to worry me that the neighbours would wonder what was going on. She began to writhe in exquisite torture as I kept up the pressure on her clit as her orgasm continued. Her juices began to flow around my finger, which I licked up greedily. As her moans quieted I raised my head to see her lying on her back breathing hard, with a gorgeous smile on her face. She opened her eyes, looking into mine and finally spoke. 

"That was...unbelievable...". Closing her eyes she began to run her hands all over her body, even touching her pussy lightly as if she couldn't believe what had just happened to her. I stood up in front of her and began to stroke my cock into full hardness, anticipating sliding it into the pussy I had just lubricated so nicely. She opened her eyes and her smile grew larger. I had a feeling she knew exactly what I wanted and I was not mistaken. Pulling her knees up, she slowly turned herself over and positioned herself in front of me on all fours. 




Party Time



"You've been rubbing up against this ass all night long. Now I want you to stick that hard cock in it and make me come again. I want you to fuck me slowly so that I can feel every inch of you." 

This time it was me moaning because she could read my mind. I stepped forward and used my hands to spread her ass cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy walls. I love watching my cock slide into a woman and this time was no exception. The head of my rock hard cock gently pushed past her outer lips and I felt how tight she truly was. It was going to be delicious torture fucking this incredible beauty slowly and carefully. I left just the head in moving just a fraction of an inch at a time. Her pussy walls grazed the sides of my cock making me shiver and my cock get harder still. I reached forward and began to massage her ass cheeks, gently stroking her lower back with my fingernails and sliding one thumb down around her asshole. With every stroke she moaned and slid further back into me. By now half my cock was buried inside her and it was becoming torture not to grab her hips and bury myself completely. She pushed herself up on her hands and arched her back giving me the most incredible view of her body. Her breasts lightly swaying and her ass clenching as she began to fuck me faster, finally sliding her pussy completely onto my cock so that it was totally buried. She turned and looked at me.

"Come on Dave, give me that cock. Fuck me now. NOW!" she growled and started to push back against me. I took that as an invitation to grab her hips and began to fuck her hard and deep, making sure my cock bottomed out with each stroke inside her pussy. Her walls were clenching at my cock with every stroke and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I reached inside her legs and began to stroke her pussy with my fingers, finding her firm clit and gently playing with it. I could feel her pussy get tense again and she started to cry out and wail as another orgasm overtook her. Feeling her body tense I drove her over the edge with one final stroke, impaling her pussy with my cock as she came hard, crying out and falling forward. I hadn't fucked a woman this well in a long time and I wasn't stopping yet. But I wanted to make things a little more personal so that she wouldn't forget this night for a long time. 

I pulled out of her and gently turned her over, moving up on the bed and spreading her legs wide. She reached out for me as I moved in between her legs and slid my cock into her. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and began using short strokes, grinding my pelvis into her with each stroke. Her long fingernails began to scratch at my back as I increased the intensity of my thrusts until I just had to have some release. I pushed myself above her, hovering over her prone naked body and started to fuck her hard, every stroke bringing a grunt from my body and a cry from hers. By now a light sheen of sweat covered us both. Our slick bodies moved together as she thrust her hips up to meet my powerful thrusts inside her. Feeling my balls begin to tighten up I warned her that I was about to come hard and she pulled me towards her, crushing her lips into mine and squeezing her pussy around my cock for the final thrusts. My cock hardened to the point of no return and I literally exploded inside of her, shooting stream after stream of hot cream deep inside her until I could feel it gush around my penis and lubricate her hot hole. Clutching at each other we kissed again, tongues moving together as we came down from what we had just done. Pulling myself out of her I moved beside and gently laid her beautiful hair on my chest, stroking the back of her neck and feeling her hands wander over my body. Only then did I tell her how much I had wanted her that night and how incredible I thought she was. She smiled. 

"You don't think we're done yet, do you?" 

To be continued...