3 comments/ 20385 views/ 7 favorites Katie's Visit By: dkbeasley Like any sequel, this story needs to stand on its own and I think it does. The reading of it, however, might be a richer experience if you first read, "The Grannies Next Door". I submitted that last fall and for me it was my first acceptable effort in writing as a male...a goal that had eluded me for years. I was lucky to get some decent feedback in that regard and inasmuch as it was fun for me to begin with, I've penned this follow-up story. I hope you enjoy it and I promise that while I will gratefully welcome any comments favorable, I will also embrace - perhaps even especially embrace, any constructive criticism. You will help me be a better writer and I thank you for that in advance. ***** My name is Colin Early. I am a draftsman by trade but currently take work where I can get it as a carpenter and general handyman. I live alone in a small one bedroom apartment on the far east side and in general keep a pretty quiet life. I'm out early in the morning and work most days until at least dinner time or beyond. That gets me home near dark when I usually fix a quick meal and dig into the books to keep track of my accounts, take care of the billing and so on. After that I get in a workout then a shower and following the late news, it's to bed for me only to do the whole thing all over again the next day. I'm not complaining about my life as it is, mind you. I get my daughter every other weekend and that's endlessly joyful for me. When I don't have her, I get in some golf, occasionally go sailing with friends and I still appreciate my own company so that even a down day of taking in a movie by myself or just relaxing at home is fine by me. Dorothy and Fay are my next door neighbors. Their dining room sits half way down the very narrow unpaved driveway that separates our two houses. There is no garage back there but rather the driveway ends at a clump of overgrown bushes toward the rear of their house. Their dining room windows face directly into my two big kitchen windows. The driveway, while no longer in use, is barely the more than the width of a car so two panes of glass and a distance of no more than 12 feet is all that separates our two rooms. I've developed a very interesting relationship with them which began soon after I discovered they were covertly watching me in the evenings when I'd come naked into the kitchen after my workout to get some juice and rehydrate. For a couple of 70 something old ladies, they turned out to be a lot of fun and getting together with them has provided some odd scenarios, more than a few of them on the naughty side. I don't think we'd ever have sex but there has been nudity and partying and somehow, as bizarre as it seems, it sort of works for us. It had been more than a week since I'd seen or heard from them. I came home late one Thursday to find a note taped to my door. It was penned on scented lavender stationary. It read: "Colin. We'd very much like it if you would join us next Sunday for a party. We're hosting our life-long friend Katie who will be visiting for the weekend from upstate. She knows all about our times together with you. She insisted we give her every tiny detail and we did but I assure you we haven't revealed your actual identity. We wouldn't do that. She is very much hoping to meet you. Please say yes Colin. We'll have a good time. I promise. Kisses, Fay." I called Friday on my lunch break to accept. Dorothy answered the phone and after exchanging pleasantries, I asked her what I could bring. She said there was nothing I needed to bring but not to worry, "...we'll find a way for you to contribute to the party. We'll be looking for you at 5 sharp." It was already 10 after 5 Sunday when Dorothy called me on my cell. I was only running a few minutes behind but I guess that was a few minutes too many. "Where are you, dear?" she demanded. "I don't see your car out front. Are you coming over?" "I had to make a quick stop," I told her, "but I'm only a minute away. I'll be right there." Fay had obviously been watching for me and had seen me coming up the steps because as I raised my hand to knock, she pulled the door open wide and greeted me with the cheeriest hello. He smile was broad and genuine. She reached out, took me by the elbow and pulled me into the parlor, all the while going on about how happy she was to see me again. I had three bouquets of flowers in my other hand behind my back Dorothy, standing just inside the door, leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek as I entered. "Mmmmm, you look great darling," she said, "Please come in and meet our dear, dear friend Katie." I hadn't yet seen her but when Dorothy stepped aside, there she was standing in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind her, staring directly at me and a trace of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She nodded at me, made the faintest hint of a bow and maintaining eye contact throughout, she closed the 5 steps between us to extend her hand. "Very pleased to meet any friend of Dorothy and Fay," I said, meeting her stare and smiling down at her. Her features loosened immediately and she smiled warmly, her second hand coming up to cover the back of mine in a two-handed shake. "So you're Colin," she said, seeming to search my eyes for a moment. "Well Colin," she continued, "I am very pleased indeed to make your acquaintance," nodding her head as she spoke. I repeated that the pleasure was all mine and with that, I pulled the flowers from behind my back and made a great show of presenting them to each of the three women, one at a time. All smiles, they thanked me for the flowers and motioned for me to follow them to the kitchen where they'd find some vases. It was plainly obvious as I followed them that they had dressed up for the occasion. Dorothy wore a gauzy amber tunic over a satiny midriff camisole with white linen slacks and white sandals. A thin gold chain hung around her neck and looped through a brilliant golden topaz gemstone ring. Fay, the taller of the two but only slightly, wore a sailor's outfit of white skinny jeans and low cut canvas deck shoes, a short sleeved navy v-neck pullover top with red and white piping around the sleeves and the wide, squared off collar. She had a red, white and blue kerchief around her neck, neatly knotted just below her throat. She wore small glasses, the kind with no rim and they looked so delicate that they'd snap into pieces if she ever dropped them. Now Katie was another story. She was the shortest and heaviest of the three. Like Fay and Dorothy, she had stopped coloring long ago and the result was a truly beautiful shock of bright white curls that framed her tanned face in a striking way. And her light eyes set in that tanned face were compelling. Even for her age at 70 something and a few extra pounds notwithstanding, she would surely get a second look on any street corner in America. This must be some kind of theme night I laughed to myself. Fay in her nautical outfit, Dorothy in her resort fashionista linen slacks and now Katie, sporting a Hawaiian 'look' with her light blue Capri pants. She wore a long sleeved Oxford cloth button up top of pink and white pin stripes, her collar opened to the third button and small pieces of pink coral dangling at the end of her gold earrings. This was all set off by a Hawaiian lay of lush blue and white blossoms that hung provocatively around her neck. I couldn't identify what type of flowers they might be or for that matter whether or not they were even real but if not, they were terrific copies of the real thing. And to this day, weeks later, I still remember the smell of her when she first said hello and took my hand. It didn't seem like perfume to me but more that she just smelled fresh and airy and light. I was immediately a little smitten with this woman. Fay had fished three vases from under the kitchen counter and Dorothy and Katie began filling them with water and arranging the flowers. She came over and reaching up to put her arms around my neck, she pulled herself up to give me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I hugged her back and acknowledged the kiss with a smile and a nod. I bent down and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She put her arm around my waist and ushered me to the open doorway that led from the back of the kitchen to the enclosed porch on the rear of the house. Still holding one arm around my waist, she motioned out there with her other hand and said, "Well Colin, this will be the setting for our party tonight. Isn't that right girls?" And with that, the other two chorused in agreement from behind us just as Fay dropped her hand to rest on my butt. I presume they saw that. I hadn't really known what to expect tonight. I didn't think it'd be a formal affair but knew it wouldn't be about mall clothes either. I had on a pair of chinos, a tucked in white shirt, an open collar with sleeves rolled up and a pair of brown, leather flip flops. And I had a fresh shave. I knew not to be surprised by anything from these two gals just as I learned not to underestimate them. They might be pushing 75 but there was nothing prim and demure about these 'little-old-ladies'. I knew also from Dorothy's note that they had probably told Katie everything about the times we'd had together. I think Fay was setting the tone for the night with that butt grab. "Look out you two. Comin' through." said Dorothy, and we stepped aside as she and Katie carried the flowers out onto the porch and set them on the buffet table. Fay let go of me and followed them out. "Colin," she said, turning to me from the array of bottles on the table, "we got some light beer for you but we're all wine drinkers. Would you care for some white or some red maybe?" "No Fay. Thanks. I'm sticking with the beer for now." I replied. And thus the party began, the three of them drinking wine by the glassful and me drinking Bud light. There were several different kinds of cheeses that had been sliced to bite size, cut up pieces of fresh fruit in a bowl on ice, a plate of fruit tarts (raspberry I was told), an assortment of crackers and a plate of cut up celery and carrot sticks along with some French Onion cheese dip. It certainly isn't what I'd put out when my buddies come over for Sunday afternoon football but then the beer was free and the butt grab told me something naughty was in the wind. The wine flowed freely and the music was great. I had jacked my MP3 player into their stereo and used Pandora to call up some easy cross-over country. I didn't know if they'd like that or not but soon they were dippin' and bobbin' to the music and they all wanted to dance with me for the slow dances. With the hellos and the introductions, the presentation of the flowers, fixing them in vases and so on, we didn't really get started on the drinking until well after 5:30. It was around 6:30; after we'd taken a break from dancing that Katie broke the ice on what I felt was going to be an interesting evening. We were seated in white wicker chairs arranged in a circle facing each other and a small matching bistro table in the middle. There was a cool, pleasant breeze coming through the tree shaded screens and it carried the scent of night jasmine into the room and surrounded us. The alcohol was beginning to take effect and though the room was peaceful and quiet, there was unspent electricity hovering above us; like when you shuffle across the room in your sock feet and you've picked up a lot of static electricity but haven't yet touched anything to discharge it...it was like that. There was an unexpected and rather odd silence between us for a moment or two as we sat there. It wasn't awkward at all but odd in the sense that our fully animated conversation had suddenly fallen quiet. The mood was still easy and mellow. We just of sat there and quietly looked down at our drinks. That's when Katie spoke up . "Colin," she began, "I couldn't help but notice that you still haven't put any curtains up over your kitchen windows." I shot a look at Dorothy that could have killed. She took my meaning immediately. She had said in the invitation that while she'd given Katie a lot of details about our times together, she hadn't revealed my personal identify...and now this remark from Katie. "Hand to my heart Colin," she said, "I know what you're thinking but I didn't tell her you were you. She figured it out. She has been here two days already and two nights if you know what I mean. She put two and two together. Don't be mad at me," she concluded in something of a self-righteous huff. I took a sip on my beer, trying to collect myself for a moment and then turned to Katie and said, "Well darlin', that'd be kind of like closing the barn door after the horse got out, don't you think?" For the past few seconds you could have heard a pin drop but with that comment, the tension was broken and the three of them shared some not-so-furtive glances and snickers. Looking at me again, Katie continued, "I gather you're not very self conscious about nudity then." Trying to be cute I said, "Well Katie, 'I hardly know ye' but yeah I guess that's true to a point. I wouldn't go running buck naked up the isles at Macy's but in my own kitchen sure, and if somebody wants to look," glancing very deliberately over at Dorothy and Fay, "then I can't say I really mind an awful lot." There were giggles all around at that comment and Fay raised her glass to toast. "Here's to a little nudity now and then." and with that remark, she leaned over in her chair and reached across to tweak me on the cheek. I winked at her. We all laughed heartily. Katie got up, announcing she was going to go open another bottle of wine. She asked if I wanted another beer. "If ya'll are drinking, so am I," I assured them. As she was passing among us to distribute the drinks, Katie stopped in front of me and as she held out my bottle of Bud light, she said, "You know something Colin? I think you've got a cute butt." That got roars from Fay and Dorothy. The wine was having its effect. She remained there, standing in front of me, apparently awaiting my reply. I stood up and that put us belly to belly. "To tell you the plain truth Katie," I said, "I'm very glad you think that. In fact, I like that very much." I reached around her with my free hand and leaned into her. The other two were motionless, quiet and still, watching us very intently. I tried to read something on her face or in her demeanor but I couldn't. She held that faint smile of hers but her eyes were unsearchable. I went for of it. I pulled her into me and I kissed her on the neck. The kiss was slow and tender and deliberate. I kissed her high on the side of her neck just below her ear. I lingered there and I breathed on her before I pulled back. You could've heard a pin drop. Dorothy was the first to speak and in mock surprise she said, "Well Colin, I see you've gotten to know our friend Katie." Again, there was the roar of laughter, everyone, including me grateful for the comic relief. The wine flowed freely and so did the conversation. Dorothy and Fay were telling their guest about the first time they'd seen me naked in my kitchen. This was the first time I'd actually heard the story and as she went on, Dorothy was trying to describe the whispered conversation she and Fay had the night they first saw me touching myself. "So, we eventually told Colin that we'd seen him doing this of course, masturbating his penis I mean," she explained to Katie. "But he corrected us, explaining that it isn't his penis, it's his cock. And it's not called masturbating but jerking off", she concluded with some emphasis, simulating the stroking motion with her hand. Her cheeks had gotten a little flushed during the telling of this tale. "Dorothy, my darling" I said, "I like the way you tell that story and I especially like the way you've demonstrated the jerking off motion with your curled fist. That's kind of gotten me going a little I must say," as I repositioned myself in my seat. "You're not the only one," said Dorothy, as she rose from her chair and walked over to the table by the wine bottles. She took off her tunic, poured another glass of wine and returned to the circle as we all watched her. Her camisole was made of some kind of shiny, thin silky looking material and it only came down to her tummy, above the belt line. It was abundantly clear that she wore no bra. She settled in, took a sip of wine and looked around, eyebrows raised, at each of us. "What, you've never seen a woman braless before?" she asked incredulously. "Colin has, haven't you my darling." she intoned, turning her gaze to me. "Indeed I have," was my simple reply. "Well then, I wonder if you'd do something for me darling one?" she queried. "Of course I will Dorothy. You name it and it'll be mine to do," I assured her. She set her glass down on the bistro table between us and stepped over to stand in front of my chair. She looked down at me and smiled radiantly. She lifted up the right side of her camisole, exposing her breast and said, "Will you do me the honor dear?" I set my beer bottle down on the floor next to me and straightened up in my seat. I wanted to look at the other two, to take a quick glance to either side to see their faces but Dorothy held my gaze effortless and fully. She was powerful and commanding in that moment without saying a word. Her eyes demanded mine. I relented. Her nipple had already hardened as I leaned forward in my seat to take her in my mouth. Her left hand went to my cheek and as I looked up at her I saw a warmth in her eyes and on her face that was the very vision of contentment. While the relentless pull of gravity had taken some measure of perkiness from her breast over the years, it was nonetheless full and ample. She stood so close that I couldn't miss the clean fresh smell of soap and body powder. Her skin here was smooth, unblemished and white from a lifetime out of the sun. Her nipple stood proud at the tip of her breast and beckoned for me to assail it. In a word, her breast was truly beautiful. I sucked slowly and easily for the first few seconds but of course the nipple gives itself way. I recognized that for what it was and stepped up my response. I sucked greedily and heartily. A moan escaped her and I thought she would break eye contact and throw her head back but she didn't. I stayed on her for nearly a full minute. I pulled back. I didn't want to take that too far. It was still early in the evening and I didn't want to bring things to a boil too soon. I wanted this to last a while. I wanted to get a look at Katie. As I let the material fall back in place and still looking up at her sweet face, I said, "Thank you Dorothy. That was incredible. I loved it. I loved the feel of your nipple on my tongue." "So did I, you naughty boy," she said, as she moved back to her seat and took up her wine glass again. Turning to face her roommate, Dorothy said, "How about you Fay," as she winked and blew her a kiss. Fay tried to narrow her eyes in shocked surprise at the question but her toothy smile betrayed her. She was 100% alive behind those blue eyes but I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She held up a finger as if saying, 'give me a sec.' I waited. We all did. Katie had fallen quiet now, studying us, looking from one to the other. "Well, given the way things are going here," she began, "I guess there's no point in holding back. I remember the way it felt when you were sucking my titties Colin, and it was wonderful. I remember the feel of your penis, I mean cock, in my hand when we were saying good night at that last party and I loved that too...I really loved that part a lot. I think about how you felt in my fingers and against the palm of my hand, how you were warm and stiff. I remember how much I thrilled when I looked down at my own hand sliding up and down your beautiful, excuse me but beautiful big cock. Sorry but that's the way I feel and I'm not ashamed. I guess I want more of that so I'm asking you just straight out if maybe I'll get to play with your erection tonight." Katie's Visit Katie had gotten up and walked over to stand at the edge of the room by the screen and stood there watching us during Fay's monologue and before I could answer her, Katie said, "I believe I have an idea. It's not hard to see Dorothy's area of interest and Fay has just made herself pretty clear as well. I have a suggestion. It might work for everybody. It might be a lot of fun," she concluded, searching our faces in that tight little circle of white wicker chairs. "Pray tell us what it is," we all responded in near unison. "How about we play 'I dare you'," she said. I was the first to speak. "Well that sounds pretty good to me," I said. "But first I want to say yes Fay, of course you can play with my dick if things get that far. I like it a lot that you'd want to do that." Now Fay was all smiles and Dorothy, seated with wine in hand was surveying the three of us, her head nodding and her eyes alive with anticipation. Katie had that look of smug satisfaction on her face as if she had just come up with the best idea of all time. I stood up and reached my glass out over the bistro table between us to make a toast. "To borrow a few words from you Fay," I said as I shot her a glance, "here's to a little nudity now and then. Let the game begin." We raised our glasses and clinked together. There were smiles all around and if I ever saw three sets of twinkling eyes, it was then and there. Most of us were emptying our glass as we drank to that toast. My beer was empty as well and I decided to switch to wine...maybe a mistake but 'what the hell,' I thought. "Why don't you three decide who is going to go first and I'll open us another bottle of wine," I proposed, and then busied myself with that task as they murmured amongst themselves. I returned to the little circle of chairs within a minute. They had apparently completed their deliberations and each looked up at me, smiling ever-so-sweetly as I poured. "Ok, what'd you decide?" I asked. Dorothy spoke up to say that Katie, being a guest, had been selected to go first. I asked about the rules and was told that taking the dare wasn't optional. It was a matter of personal honor and compliance was obligatory. Katie took her turn. "Fay," she said, "I dare you to have Colin come over there to stand right in front of your chair and while you're sitting there, to pull his pants and his underwear down and off." I was totally fucking in love with where this was going. I got up, took a sip, set my glass down and stepped around the little table to position myself directly in front of Fay's chair. She scooted to the front of the chair, set her wine down and with both hands reached out to begin unbuckling my belt. Having easily done that, she unsnapped the waist button and took hold of the zipper pull. She looked at the other two and without any ceremony, yanked the zipper down. To say that the scene playing out there was less than intimate would have been a mockery of understatement. As the four of us sat around the little table, the distance between the opposing chairs was no more than 5 or six feet. It was a small circle indeed and as I stood there in front of Fay, I could reach out and touch both Dorothy and Katie without even having to fully extend my arms. We were virtually right on top of each other. Fay yanked my zipper down with such a forceful snatch that you could hear it. This promoted Dorothy to say, "You go girl." There was much sipping of wine now in the gallery of two. With my waist band pulled open and the zipper down, Fay leaned in to reach around behind me. She pulled my chinos down to my knees and I was so close that she had to reposition herself to bend down and forward to pull the pant legs off my feet. I held onto her shoulder with one hand for support. She straightened up and began to work on my shirt buttons. This hadn't been called for in the dare but she was nonetheless at the task with focus and determination. She unbuttoned from the bottom up and when she finished, she reached out with both hands to run her fingers and palms in small circles over my stomach and chest. I put my hands on my hips to hold the shirt open. She leaned forward and kissed me on my stomach as she continued to run her hands over my abdomen. I was of course raging hard at this point and within a few seconds she reached out to hook her thumbs in the waist band of my boxers. My dick tented the fabric out as though I were hiding a flag pole in there. She had yanked the zipper down quickly and had pulled my pants off with deliberate purpose but now, it seemed, she was staging something of a slow and unfolding drama as she finished off her dare. I'm thinking, 'c'mon Fay, what the fuck.' As if she were reading my mind, she leaned forward and down went the shorts. My cock sprang up in front of her face like a puppet jumping out of a jack-in-the-box. She never flinched or looked away. I did. I looked down at the other two sitting on either side of us expecting some kind of reaction. They were studying Fay's work and were both riveted on my engorged cock. For Katie though, it was a little more. She had slipped her hand up inside her shirt and her lips were pursed as if she were biting them from the inside. I was hoping to catch her eye when I saw that but like Dorothy, she was full out riveted on my throbbing pole. Fay began to touch me. Her hands were warm as she slid her curled fingers up and down the length of my dick. On the upstrokes I could feel the tip edges of her painted nails as they traveled along the length of me and glanced against the head of my shaft. Leaning in yet closer, she hugged my torso. Her cheek rested against my abdomen. She had reached around behind me and was tracing light feathery patterns across my butt cheeks. My dick was nestled against her neck just below her ear as she turned her head to the side. This placed her in position to look from my belly directly at Dorothy. I could tell they'd made eye contact. "Well?" she said as she looked at her roommate. "Good job," said Dorothy in reply. "You've done your dare with relish and grace. It's your turn to challenge one of us," she concluded. At this comment Fay leaned back a little, disengaged from the hug and retrieved her wine glass. I stood my ground. I remained there in front of her, my knees touching hers and my raging dick still at full mast a few inches in front of her face. Her right hand returned to my dick as she sipped wine with her left. She was smiling and, it seemed, in no hurry. She looked left again to Dorothy and then right to Katie. Finally she said, "Katie, I dare you to stand up right here in front of us and strip from the waist up. You can start by taking your lay off and draping it around Colin's penis and finish by hanging your bra in the same place. At the mention of her name, Katie jolted a little and began to emerge from her reverie. Realizing that we were all looking at her, she slowly pulled her hand down from inside her shirt and looked blankly back at each us, one by one. It was clear that she'd been in another world. You could almost see the 'presence' coming back into her eyes. As if her conscious mind finally got in step with her unconscious mind, she said to Fay, "Did you just say what I think you said my dear?" "That's right Katie. I toasted to a little nudity among friends just an hour ago and you clinked right along with the rest of us. Well, you've seen Colin twice and now it's his turn to see something. So off with your shirt and bra my dear. Let's see those titties of yours," she said in conclusion, smugly satisfied with herself at having issued such a challenge. Katie was fully present in the situation now. Her eyes were alive and that small smile had returned to the corners of her mouth. She looked up at the ceiling and deeply inhaled. She held the breath for several second before letting it out. Finally, she set her glass down, uncrossed her legs and stood up in place...that being no more than six feet from any of us. "Alright then, let it be what it will be," she declared. "But I remind you," she continued, "my turn will come. My turn will come." Though she had seen me through the windows, we had never met before that night and I was more than a little surprised that she took the dare with such aplomb. This was going to be good. I returned to my chair and sat down, my shirt still pulled back and my all out erection on full display. Katie began to peel. She worked around the lay as she unbuttoned from top to bottom. Hank Williams Jr. was singing 'All my Rowdy Friends'. Having completed her work on the buttons, she held her arms out to each side, me on her left and Fay on her right. "Mind unbuttoning my cuffs dear ones?," she asked. This of course pulled her shirt open to expose the lacy blue bra she wore underneath. It was nearly a dead match to the blue color of her Capri pants. Her nipples were plainly visible through the sheer material that made up the cups and she was fully aware that I was staring straight at them. Using our free hand, we each unbuttoned a cuff without a word. Fay's other hand was holding her wine glass and mine was busy sliding slowly up and down my dick. Katie's eyes moved back and forth between Fay, Dorothy and my busy fingers. With the cuff buttons relieved, she held her arms straight down and back behind herself and with a little shrug her shirt slipped noiselessly down off her shoulders and came to rest in a puddle around her ankles. She looked down at it. "OK Colin," she said, "come here and stand with me." I did. She removed the lay from around her neck and draped it over my erection. Dorothy briefly applauded and Fay raised her glass in approval. Katie curled her fingers around my dick and with the ever-so-slightest bit of skin to skin contact, barely touching me, she began to slide her hand up and down my length. That went on for only a few seconds but the sensation was powerful. This was all getting very surreal to me. Here I am, standing almost naked with my 75 year old neighbor ladies and their weekend guest. Two of the three have already taken a turn on my dick and not only that, this has already wrought clear approval from Dorothy and a stamp of encouragement from Fay. This Katie woman, whom I just met two hours ago is about to show me her tits and I'm just left thinking, "Holy fucking shit. How'd this happen?" And then 'boom', off comes the bra. Well I want to tell you those were some damn fine tits that came tumbling out of that garment. If she was maybe carrying an extra few pounds, then much of it was gathered in those two melons. Her nipples were as dark as they had looked to be through her bra and they stood proudly above the rounded curve of her supple unblemished breasts. She cupped each one in her hands and turned her head to look directly at me. There was no pretence in the smile that defined her features at that moment. It was genuine and radiant. "Colin," she said as she stepped over to my chair, "will you do me the honor?" and with that, she leaned forward and still hefting both tits in her hand, she held her left breast to my lips. I said nothing, didn't even look up. My lips, wet and hungry, were on that nipple in a flash. I now stroked with greater purpose, even if a little absent mindedly at the moment. I sucked loudly and didn't give a shit. She pulled back after less than a minute and when she did, a thin string of saliva stretched between her wet nipple and my mouth. We both looked at that and as if on cue we both looked down at my busy hand. My cock was raging hard and was already beginning to redden a little from all the attention it was getting. Katie hung the flowers and bra over my pole as the dare had required and now topless, returned to her seat. She lifted her glass of wine and raised it in toast, her magnificent tits bobbing and giggling as she moved in the chair. Her nipple was still glistening from my spit. "OK, I gave fair warning," she reminded us. "It's my turn. Dorothy, here's your dare. I want you to use your fingers to spread some of that cheese dip on Colin's penis and then you have to lick it off and while you're licking him, I want you to pull that camisole off. When you've licked him clean, then you hang your camisole over his dick. Is all that pretty clear my dear?" she asked in conclusion. Dorothy didn't answer Katie...didn't even look at her but instead said, "Colin sweetheart, come here to me." I obliged. "I'm happy to take the dare. It's only fair after all, but you see, I've never been that good at following directions in the right order so I'm starting with the camisole." And with a single fluid motion, off it came. She dropped in on the floor at our feet. Her breasts brushed against my torso as she stood up to go get the bowl of dip. I held my place. She returned in two seconds, maybe less and when she did, she took hold of my cock with her right hand and reached her left around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Without a further word, she sat down in front of me and scooped two fingers full of dip and laid it around the head of my dick and back along the shaft. She set the bowl down, cleaned her fingers off with a napkin and scooted to the front edge of her chair. Positioned now but 2 or 3 inches from the tip of my pole, she placed her hands on my hips and leaned in to begin her snack. She turned her head sideways to begin licking, much the same way that you'd lick ice cream from a cone. She leaned to the other side and did the same. She gotten the dip off my shaft and now she was ready to work on my head. She opened her mouth in the form of a circle and slipped it over the head of my cock. I could feel her tongue lapping the stuff off me. I took my shirt the rest of the way off and now standing bare ass naked in front of the other two, I placed my hands alongside her head as I looked down at her. Ever so slowly, she began to slip her mouth down my length so that she was taking me further and further to the back of her throat with each dip of her head. Her tongue was furiously alive and I was in heaven but beginning to feel the first stirrings of an ejaculation. I didn't want that yet but the thought of cuming in Dorothy's mouth while her friends watched was powerful and I was forcefully drawn to it. Holy fuck, I wanted to. I thought maybe she'd stay on me for just a few seconds, you know, to make a point to her girlfriends but after 2 minutes she was still going at it. I was getting cranked up. Her head was bobbing up and down as she slid her lips down to the hilt and back up along the length of my dick, leaving a glistening sheen of spittle in her wake. Fay and Dorothy were both leaned forward in their chairs for the closest look they could get. They were transfixed...utterly lost in the spectacle. I had moved my hands from my hips to the side of her head. I felt myself wanting to start bucking into her face. I didn't want to cum yet. I didn't want to cum. How long could I hold on? In another minute I'd be near panic in trying to hold off. And then she pulled off. I thought at first she'd slump back in the chair but instead she began to jerk me with both hands. My cock was still wet and slippery with her spit. The tip of my dick was bumping into her nose and cheek on the upstrokes and I still held her by the side of the head. I felt as though I was about to surrender when she began to slow down and finally thank heaven, slipped back into her chair. Whew that was fucking close. I had been a hair's breadth from spewing. When she sat back, the others followed. They were looking back and forth between her and me now. They weren't even trying to steal glances at my pole anymore but were looking deeply into my eyes, my face, searching for some sign of what I was thinking, or about to do or what. I didn't know. I knew I was standing there fucking naked though. I knew that for sure. What am I going to do I wondered. Dorothy spoke. She was a little red in the face and slightly out of breath. Her breasts heaved and lolled on her chest. Her words were clear however. "Colin my dear boy, you've been a very good player so far and now it's your turn. You get to level a dare at one of us," she said "Well alright then," I said as I spun in place and took my seat, my dick flopping in the air in front of me as I turned. "I've been cooking on an idea most of the evening to tell the truth and I've just about got it in my head. Let me get a little more wine and I'll tell you all about it.' As I was at the table pouring, I looked back at the three of them and they weren't talking or even whispering but they were exchanging looks and raising eyebrows at frightening speed. It was a most quizzical scene. I wished I could read eyebrows. I returned to my seat with wine glass still in hand. I crossed my legs, took a long slow breath and looked casually down at my glass. I guess I was going for a thoughtful, pensive look. Not sure, but I knew what I wanted and it was about to unfold. "Ok Ladies, here's how it's going to be," I began. "I'm not going to challenge any one of you to a dare but instead all three of you," I continued. "And not only that, I have a part to play for each of you individually...if you dare of course," I said without equivocation. "To begin with Fay," I said, "That blouse has to come off and the bra too. You're the only one in the room that still has a shirt on. And secondly, I remind you of something you asked me the last time we were together," I went on. "You asked me if I could come on your tits sometime. Do you remember that?" I asked "I certainly do remember that," she answered. "Good because that's exactly what's going to happen." I said to her in reply. "Dorothy," I continued, "you will be standing behind Fay and once I blow my wad onto her, your job will be to lean over and use both hands to smear my cum all over her chest, stomach and tits. You'll smear in on as thick and thoroughly as if you were smearing butter on a turkey. When you've done that, you will smear hands full of it all over your own tits as well. And you won't do that in any tentative way but instead, you'll go at it with relish and gusto. Do you understand?" I queried. "You can count on me," she replied smiling and held her wine glass up such that it was on a direct line between her eyes and mine. "Perfect," I said to her in reply. I turned to Katie. "Katie you sweet thing," I said to her, "your job will be to stand directly behind me as I'm jerking off onto Fay here. I want you to main contact with me and on my queue I want you to start slamming your pelvis into my ass full force. I want it to be like you're butt fucking me with all the lust you can muster. And I want there to be malice in it, like you were trying to fuck me in the ass to the point of making me scream out in surrender. Got that?" "Aye aye sir," she said, proffering a half drunken salute in my direction. "Alright then," I said, turning my attention to Fay. All eyes followed mine. She stood up, smiled broadly and looked expectantly at the three of us. We closed ranks on her and began to take her clothes off. She was stripped naked from the waist up within a minute and we took a half step backward to admire our work. "Nice tits," Katie offered, and reached out to get a feel. "You too," Fay replied and returned the gesture, taking one of Katie's tits in hand. "Alright, alright. Enough of this mutual admiration society," I said in a somewhat exasperated tone. "Let's get this show on the road." The next thing that happened just defied understanding. As if we'd rehearsed this scene a thousand times, each of the players in this crazy epic took her mark without so much as a word or a glance exchanged. Fay, now topless, sat poised on the front edge of her chair, her breasts and nipples ready for the coming shower. Dorothy, her bare tits swinging lazily above Fay's shoulders stood behind her and at the ready. A quick look over my shoulder confirmed that Katie was in position. She was openly playing with her globes. They were cranked up and so was I. Katie's Visit I turned back to Fay and began to jerk. She reached out to help me and I allowed her to take over for the moment. I was rock hard now and as her slender fingers glided evenly up and down the rippled texture of my throbbing cock I could only think of what was coming. Twenty minutes earlier I was thinking about the thrill of cuming in Dorothy's mouth right in front of her friends. Now I was preparing to cum all over Fay's chest while they watched and helped. Tits, tits everywhere. It was beyond erotic. While Fay was jerking me, I reached out and began playing with Dorothy's tits. She laid her hands lightly over mine while I kneaded her flesh and tweaked her nipples. Fay was doing a great job. She'd stop for a second, spit generously in her hands and get back at it. I let go of Dorothy and turned my head around to Katie. She bent in to kiss me and it was the real thing. Her lips were soft and hungry. While we were still kissing, she reached one hand around in front of me and jerked my cock along with Fay. I was getting close now. I turned back around front and took over the job. I could tell it was going to be big...epic. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and I felt my hair brush against Katie's. Dorothy was massaging Fay's neck and shoulders. Her eyes were closed too. Fay had her hands on the side of my hips and was staring point blank at my curled fingers as they played along the length of my dick. She reached out with one hand and used the tips of her mails to trace lightly on my balls. I liked that a lot and told her to use her nails to coax the underside of the head of my cock. It was now a matter of a few seconds for me. "Now Katie," I commanded, "Fuck me now. Fuck my ass and fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck me." She complied Katie was slamming into my ass. Fay was tickling under the head of my dick with the tips of her nails. I had a monster hard on and was furiously jerking. Here it comes. Here it comes. Fay could sense this and leaned forward just the slightest bit such that when she did, my dick came in contact with her tits. That sent me over the edge. My hearing shut down and the room went dim. There was nothing but sensation. There was only the feeling of my seed racing for the outside world. I went off grid. I lost focus in my eyes. "I'm coming, I'm coming," I loudly announced to nobody in particular and shot my first wad of cum straight into the center of her chest. It hit her between the tits with such force that droplets ricocheted in every direction. One of them landed and hung in suspension from the tip of her nipple. It was magnificent. I was sweating like a hog. I screamed and bucked and rammed my dick into Fay's tits over and over again as I milked my cock. I came hard. I covered her. She was loving it, squealing and shouting and pulling me against her flesh. She was bucking into me too. I dumped buckets of spew on her chest. Katie was ramming me in the ass like a gladiator. She was screaming too, something about a wild stallion. There was no tomorrow or yesterday - only now. Dorothy's hands were all over Fay's tits, smearing and spreading my syrup far and wide over her fleshy globes, coating her hardened nipples and the broad reaches of her chest. Then she went to her own chest, sliming my sticky stuff all over her own tits, alternately tweaking her nipples and hefting her orbs. The three of them were in a state of frenzied convulsion and I had just had the jack-off of a lifetime. It was the stuff of dreams. I'll confess that I hadn't really thought past that part. I didn't know what would happen next or what I'd do. I just went with my instincts and started telling the three of them how awesome they were, what great sports they were, what great partners. I told them I wished we'd gotten together years before this and that this was a night I'd never forget. Indeed, they were three women I'd never forget. I actually meant it and I don't think it sounded like a bunch of bull shit. Though my dick was still dripping, Katie and I were the only two without my joy juice smeared all over the front of ourselves so I turned toward her and pulled that bare tittied bronco rider in for a kiss. Dorothy went over to the buffet table and returned with some hand towels for her and Fay. They began to clean up and Katie broke off to help them. I was now at a complete loss for words and waited for one of them to set a course of conversation. Nobody did. Instead there were just little spurts of small talk about nothing, i.e. having to clean up, wasn't that fruit delicious, maybe we had our limit on wine for a while; just a series of unconnected comments like that. Finally Fay asked if I'd mine helping clean up the food and dishes. I was happy to of course and nobody, including me, made any move to cover up. I thought that was odd. Still do. We'd gotten the table cleared off and all the dishes and silverware into the kitchen sink and rinsed off. We were pretty much just making work at that point, finding chores that could easily wait. I don't think anybody knew what to do. I went to get my clothes, brought them to the kitchen and began to get dressed saying, "I guess it's about time for me to start heading for home. Tomorrow is a work day for me and you three have certainly given me a workout. Geeze I need some rest after that." They all laughed as I had intended. "Please don't be cross with me if I get serious for just a minute before I leave," I said. "You have made me feel so wanted and appreciated. Your hospitality has been over the moon and your free spirited play tonight was just an amazing, enormous thing for me. From my heart to yours, I really want to say thanks for everything." They all had begun to put their tops on during my little speech and as I looked at them following my comments, they closed on me in unison and we all had a big hug. There were pats on the back, thanks yous and kisses on the cheek. Hell, you'd think were all checking out after a 10 year family reunion. But the affection was genuine and the appreciation, each for the other, was sincere. I promised to call the next day and they walked me to the door. Again with the smiles, waves, gentle touches on the arm and blown kisses. I was off. I did call the next day on my lunch break. I spoke with Fay. I thanked her for the party, told her again what a great time I'd had and asked that she give my love to everybody. She sent me a kiss through the phone. I had a great day. Katie's Visitors This is my Katie's story about a couple of visitors she recently had. Two Visitors It was early afternoon when I got a call from a pregnant girlfriend. She's in her 8th month and very, very large. I could tell from her voice that she was upset and needed to talk. I invited her over forgetting that I had invited a male friend over also. She arrived and I offered her some ice tea. As I fixed our glasses she stayed in the living room. We chatted about the hot weather and how uncomfortable it made her. I told her how I remembered how uncomfortable I was when I was pregnant. I told her how my legs and back hurt all the time. She said she was having the same problems and she was worried about getting stretch marks. I moved over to the couch with her and started rubbing her lower legs; she leaned back and told me how god that felt. As I massaged her legs she confided in me that her husband hadn't touched her sexually in a long time. She said he was afraid of hurting her or the baby. She told me she thought it was because she wasn't attractive anymore. I told her how beautiful she was now. She started crying and said she didn't think her husband looked at her that way anymore. I told her she knew better than that and I kissed her on the cheek. She said she didn't feel sexy the way she looked. I told her a pregnant woman was very sexy and most men loved to look at a pregnant woman. I think I reassured her as my fingers crept up her legs to her inner thighs. She looked at me and I told her to lay back and relax. I lifted her blouse exposing her big belly. I reached for a bottle of oil and applied some to my hands to warm it before applying it to her swollen belly. She jumped as I spread the oil, I told her this would help with stretch marks. I could see her relaxing as I massaged her swollen belly. Her legs opened slightly as I massaged her. I could tell how horny she was and I was determined to remedy her needs. Applying more oil to my hands I started working on her inner thighs. She opened her legs more allowing me to see the hair poking out from her panties. I could also see a wet spot forming in her panties. It was obvious she was getting excited and I wanted to see how far I could take her. I ash how long it had been since her husband and she had made love. Blushing she said almost 4 months. I said you poor girl as my finger brushed over her wet panties. I kissed her bells as I grabbed the waistband of her panties. Slowly I pulled her panties down and she lifted her hips to help me. With her panties off I could see the moisture forming on her full bush. I told her she had a lovely pussy as I ran my fingers through her wet hairs. She didn't answer she just closed her eyes and spread her legs even more. Taking this movement as an invitation I dipped a finger between the thick hairs until I slipped between her lips. I could feel the stored up heat in her pussy. As I fingered her wet pussy she moaned and squeezed my fingers. Finding her hard clit I concentrated my rubbing to it. She raised her hips to meet my fingers as I thrust into her pregnant pussy. It only took a few seconds before her much needed orgasm overtook her body. She cried out as I fingered her pussy harder. Her belly rose and fell with her orgasm. I gave her a few minutes to come down from her high before kissing her. She told me how wonderful she felt and how much she needed that. After resting a bit she needed to go to the bathroom and cleanup a little. I helped her off the couch and followed her to the bathroom. As she set on the commode I wet a washcloth to help clean her wet pussy. I leaned down to wash her pussy and she hesitated to open her legs. I said it's a little late for modesty isn't it so her legs slowly opened. As I applied the wet cloth to her damp pussy she relaxed a little allowing me to clean her. Her blouse had gotten a little wet so I slipped it off over her head. Now there was this beautiful pregnant woman wearing only her bra sitting on my commode. She wasn't the only one with a wet pussy. After cleaning her I helped her stand and noticed her legs were a little shaky. I ask if she wanted to lay down for a while and she said she would. I walked with her into my bedroom where we both set down. I rubbed her legs to her feel more at ease. I told her to lay on her belly so I could rub her back. As I massaged her back I unclasp her bra exposing her milk filled breast. I reached under and cupped her full breast feeling wet nipples. She seemed to like my squeezing of her milk laden breast. I had her roll over and I kissed her nipples tasting her milk. I slipped my finger between her legs as I continued sucking milk from her breast. Her hand moved between my legs to find my wet pussy. She pulled my dress out of the way and slipped a finger under my panties. I moaned in her breast as I felt her finger slip between my pussy lips. Sitting up I pulled off my dress and wet panties. As I removed my bra she cupped my breast in her hands. Leaning up we shared a deep kiss as we both fingered each others wet pussies. We both jumped when we heard a voice in the door. My friend tried to cover herself as he walked closer to us. I told him hi and introduced the two. She was still trying to cover herself when I told her he was a very good friend. He stuck out his hand and she extended hers. As they shook hands I told him I was glad to see him and he replied how good it was to see both of us. Looking at his pants I could see how happy he was. I patted the bed for him to join us and he did. I started rubbing his leg getting close to the big bulge in his pants. He asks what we had been up to and I told him Mary wasn't feeling very sexy since her pregnancy so I was trying to help her. Paul said there wasn't anything sexier than a pregnant woman especially one with such a big belly. He then put his hand on her swollen belly and began rubbing her. She said her husband didn't feel that way and started to cry a little. He leaned over, kissed her and told her he would love to show her how a man should treat a pregnant lady. With that she seemed to relax as Paul and I kissed her milk filed breast. I whispered to her that Paul had a very big cock and she was going to love it. She blushed and said she couldn't cheat on her husband. I said don't think of it as cheating; think of satisfying a need he isn't. I had him stand and I slipped down his pants and underpants exposing his hard cock. She gasps when she saw the size of his cock and said it was almost twice that of her husbands. He took her hand and placed it on his large member. Mary couldn't close her fingers all the way around it; she slowly started stroking his cock. I could see Paul's cock start to drip precum as Mary worked her hands up and down its long shaft. Paul reached for her wet bush and slipped a finger into her wet fir as I sucked her dark nipple. Mary pushed against his fingers causing him to probe her cunt deeper. I ask Mary if she was ready and she said she wanted Paul now. Paul lay on his side between her legs and I guided his cock to her pussy. I rubbed his swollen head over her thick fir as Paul pushed in. As Paul's cock penetrated her lips she took a deep breath. I watched his cock disappear into her pregnant body. Paul gave one last push and his cum filled balls pressed against her ass cheeks. Mary was breathing hard as Paul started fucking her very slowly. As her pussy stretched to accept his cock I rubbed her hard clit. Mary cried out how good his cock felt in her pussy. As I rubbed her clit I knew she wouldn't last long. Mary was one horny bitch and needed a hard cock every day. Paul squeezed milk from her breast as he fucked her faster and harder. Paul's strokes became longer and harder and I knew he was about to fill her pregnant pussy with hot creamy cum. Paul gave one last hard thrust then held his cock deep inside her cunt. I watched as he pumped shot after of shot deep in her. I pinched her clit sending her over the edge. Mary cried out and squirted all over his cock and balls. I moved down and licked at their combined juices. As Paul's cock slowly softens and slips from her pussy I lap at his cum as it drips out and runs down her ass cheeks. Paul moves up and Mary licks his cum and her pussy juices from his limp member. And balls. My tongue catches their juices as it runs over her tight ass hole. I toy with her hole as she finishes cleaning his cock. We rest a few minutes before Mary says she needs to use the bathroom again. We both help her up and I follow her into the bathroom. As Mary sits on the commode I hear a trickle of pee hitting the water. I turn to watch and gently move her legs apart. She opens her legs wide and I see a small trickle of pee hitting the water. I place my hand between her legs and her pee covers my fingers. Mary slides forward on the commode allowing my fingers to receive more of her pee. I slip my pee covered fingers further down until I find her tight asshole. I start to slip my finger into her hole when she grabs my wrist to stop me. I lean over, kiss her on the forehead and tell her to relax as I slip my finger into her tight rosebud. As I begin to probe deeper I feel Paul behind me. I feel something on my rosebud and I know it's not his finger. He tells Mary to reach behind me and spread my ass cheeks. As she spreads my ass I feel the cool air on my tight hole. Soon his hard cockhead is pressing against me prying my hole open. I press my face into her swollen belly as his cockhead fills my ass. I slip my finger deeper into her ass just as Paul drives his cock all the way into my ass. As Paul fucks my ass harder my tits rub against Mary's legs. I feel my nipples harden against her smooth legs as Paul increases his pace. Just when I think Paul is about to com in my ass he pulls out. He stands next to Mars and roughly grabs her by the hair forcing his cock into her mouth. Mar tries to move away but he holds her tighter. With his cock firmly in her mouth he fucks her. Mary gags as he rams his dirty cock further into her throat. I grab his balls and squeeze them very hard, just the way he likes. He starts calling her names and tells her to suck his shitty cock. Paul tells me to turn around and bend over. As I do he tells Mary t finger my open hole, she resists at first but he pulls on her hair and I feel her fingers in my ass. As Mary fingers my ass I feel my pussy dripping juices. I rub my nipples as she fingers my open hole. Paul watches her fingers in me and drives his cock down her throat. I can tell he is about to fill her mouth with his creamy cum. Paul groans and fires his first shot of cum deep in her throat causing her to choke. She backs away from his cock just as he unloads another jet of cum on her face. Paul wraps his hand around his cock and strokes until he covers her face again. I turn around to see cum running down her cheeks. I lean over to lick the cum as it runs down her face. Paul bends down to and licks the other side of her face. Paul and I continue cleaning her face of all his cum. I ask Mary how she feels now but the glow on her face tells all. I tell them I need a shower as ask if anyone wants to join me. Paul agrees but Mary says she needs to get home. Paul steps in the shower and I help Mary dress. As she leaves she asks if Paul will be back tomorrow. I tell her I'm not sure but if she wants him to I'm sure he will. I kiss he as she leaves then I join Paul in the shower.