0 comments/ 41596 views/ 5 favorites What Did I Do Last Night? Ch. 01 By: eatoure I noticed him the moment he walked into our apartment. He joined the party late but seemed to know a lot of our guests already. For some reason the party had been slow to take off that night and Don and I were hoping things would get more lively. I'm Ruta, and I live here with Don – welcome to our apartment and our party! We're all on the young side in this condo complex. Don and I own but a lot of the people here rent from the owners, like Sybil. We are slightly older than most of the others here but Sybil, our downstairs neighbor, is a little younger and works for Don, but none of us are what you would call middle age and this condo development doesn't appeal to families much. We all do creative things and have creative friends and if it's extreme and over the top we call it creative, so our parties are usually lively! Always something different and sexy. This guy certainly caught Sybil's eye. He glanced at her while he was looking around the room but Sybil was taking a sip of her drink and kind of hid her appealing, soft, winsome face behind her glass. She does that when she is interested. He didn't go over to talk to her but I could see that his big brown eyes were lingering on her shapely body and long, slender legs. He must have wanted a drink or thought she wasn't attracted to him, though, 'cause he drifted into the dining room where we had a bar set up. Sybil had on a flouncy blouse that didn't really show off her C cup boobs very well but it could have been worse! When she first showed up at our place for the party in a knee-length blue frock, I had to send her right back to her apartment to change. Nobody comes to our parties, not even Sybil!, looking like a timid sexless mouse. I told her to put on that sexy black miniskirt I knew she had in her closet and put something on top that unbuttoned! Leave it to Sybil to pick a top that had ruffles to attract attention and then button it up all the way and wear a bra. Next week I'm going to get her to do something about her hair, unless she wants to get a job as a librarian! That bun has got to go. Anyway, I intercepted the cute guy, whose name was Henk, with his the dark tan and puppy-brown eyes (funny – I thought Dutch guys all had blue eyes – guess not!), and introduced myself. For some reason Sybil, who lived downstairs on the other end of the building in a mousy little bland studio apartment, had been even more withdrawn than usual. I was worried for a while that she was just going to give up on the party, go back to her apartment alone and masturbate all night, like she used to do before we met her. So I steered Henk over toward her and introduced them and then left to make sure our other guests were happy. It was about 11:15 or 11:30, the time when our parties usually begin to transmogrify from a social occasion to a coupling opportunity. Usually. But things were slow that night! But if I could match up Sybil, I knew I could kickstart the action. Yes, I know that she seemed an unlikely engine to power a wild party, but bear with me. Sybil, as usual, was shy but when Henk mentioned that his job involved art, she perked up. Sybil works for Don part time, while she gets her MFA in art history. Still, ten minutes later, when I came back, Henk was still carrying the conversation and Sybil was giving single-word answers to his attempts to draw her out. Yet...Sybil still managed to shine. She made a remarkable comment suggesting that impressionism as a movement actually ended with the music of Poulenc, not with the paintings of Tilson, and that everything after that was existentialism in one guise or another. Henk, who thinks of himself as an intellectual, was blown away! And then she blushed, she was so embarrassed at being so bold to express an art opinion. Sybil was doing what she knew best – seducing guys without trying through innocence with her dewy blue eyes and shyness. But this is exactly the point in a first meeting where Sybil always chokes and I could see it coming when she went back to giving monosyllabic answers and staring at the floor. Henk started to act puzzled, then annoyed because he thought she was losing interest. I knew that Sybil was just feeling too much out there and was getting cold feet. I got up to go over and perk things up for her. Then someone came along and interrupted them, dammit! Some guy who wanted to talk about a joint showing. While Henk was talking serious business with the other gallery owner who had sidled up to him, Sybil got discouraged and drifted back to the wallpaper and into a funk. Then her eyes lit up again, but Henk didn't see it but I did. Henk was being dragged by that impolite asshole back into our dining room to greet some our other guests who wanted to pull together for a multi-gallery exhibition. Stuck with that loser because it was business, Henk glanced back at Sybil, but it wasn't a look that said to wait for him to come back. It was more a look that said, "I thought you were interested in me!" After he looked away again, Sybil leaned over to me, looked at me with those limpid blue eyes of hers, and whispered, "Him. I'd like to do it tonight. With him." She took another sip. Her last glass was sitting dry on the side table and the glass she was holding, I hadn't been counting, was almost empty now and she was swaying just a little. Sybil seduces others with being pretty and innocent. But to bring herself do anything about it, she has to seduce herself, in her own way. I wasn't surprised. "Well, Sybil, let's see what we can do! But first you have to make yourself irresistibly attractive to him." I took my arm off her delicate shoulder, pulled up my tube top because it was riding down on my big chest and it wasn't me that was going to be the center of attention for the next half hour or so! Then I started unbuttoning Sybil's blouse from the top. The party guests around us stopped to look and admire Sybil's pale skin as a wedge of her pale chest came into view. There wasn't much point in unbuttoning it below her bra but at least this was a little better, showing some skin and you could see the swell of her delectable breasts. "Damn, girl," I said, patting her under the tits to make them move in order to emphasize how the bra immobilized one of her best features, "you need to learn to advertise!" A gal in pink hot pants, standing next to me, squeezed the crotch of a guy wearing baggy pants she was with and said, "You, too!" Everyone laughed and Sybil turned bright red! You could see the blush spread to her neck and chest, as far down as her blouse was open. I told Sybil to go sit on the sofa in the living room. The guests that had planted themselves there at the beginning of the party had just got up and left. I went into the dining room, where we had a bar set up, to get Sybil another drink and to find Don, my husband. He was putting out more ice. I went up to him, licked his ear, and said "Sybil's up for another adventure!" "Who?" he asked. I could see that he got an erection. "The dreamboat who came in twenty minutes ago and who's talking to the wire sculptor." "Oh yeah. His name's Henk. He owns a gallery on the south side. I think he just broke up with someone. It came up because Dirk wanted a shot at him and then someone told him Henk wasn't gay." I was finished making the drink – a double – for Sybil and told Don as I left the table "Get them together! The first launch failed to ignite. And maybe introduce Dirk to Fred, the guy with the guy in the dress. You won't be breaking anything up, they're just friends." Sybil was still planted on the sofa when I got back, eyes glazing over. A couple we knew from the art school where she was doing graduate work was just leaving. They had stopped to talk to her but Sybil was quickly losing the ability to make conversation. They both kissed her on the lips (with a hint of tongue, which made her blush) and told her not to get up to say goodbye, not to be polite but because they were afraid she might fall down if she stood up. Past midnight, the party was breaking into small groups, some of them finally getting amorous. In front of her on a big leather chair a guy had his hand up a girl's skirt and she was making faces. Behind her in the hallway that leads to the dining room two hot girls were kissing. Honestly, I love this place! I sat down beside Sybil and she leaned her weight on me and giggled, sipping her new drink, saying "I have to pee but I can't stand up!" "Well, I guess I'll have to help you!" I said. "You're not allowed to pee on our white sofa!" I stood up and pulled Sybil to her feet, then put my arm around her waist. She put her arm around my shoulder and I steadied her while we walked – really I was walking and she was stumbling - over to the "powder room" (that's what the condo salesman called it) in the hallway leading to the dining room. The bathrooms in our guest bedroom and of course in the master bedroom are big and have showers and tubs but the powder room is small because it's only used by people visiting. It's a little cramped in there for two people. It was going to be a trick getting her panties down so she could pee but she'd fall down if she tried to do it herself. So I decided to pull down her panties outside the bathroom. Besides, it would amuse the other guests. "Hold on to the table!" I told Sybil. There was a little table in the hall next to the powder room where we had pictures of our friends and famous artists we knew. While Sybil held on for dear life to keep from sliding to the floor, I pulled her miniskirt up around her hips. Damn if the girl wasn't wearing a thong instead of white cotton panties! Good for her! She was learning! She was also starting to lean to one side, so I called over to my straight friend Ron, who was standing at the dining room end of the hallway, laughing at someone's joke. "Ron, could you please hold Sybil up while I pull down her thong? She has to pee!" Ron laughed. "With pleasure! I'm happy to help any woman lose clothing, especially underwear." Getting his hands on Sybil was the most fun he was going to have all night! Sybil groaned and blushed as we talked openly about her – you could see her turn bright red all the way down her chest where the blouse was open and even underneath her bra because her blouse had pulled out of her skirt and was gaping. I was having trouble pulling her thong down because her skirt was tight around her hips, so I pulled it up even higher to her waist, leaving her exposed below her impossibly flat belly. Ron held her firmly under the arms and I squatted down and pulled Sybil's thong down to her knees, then to her feet. I raised her left foot and slid the thong off her leg while Ron held her (and copped a feel of her breast). Then once she was standing again, sort of, I lifted her right leg and removed the thong. To do this, of course, I had to squat. My own dress was very short that night. "Hey, a twofer!" Ron exclaimed in delight. Sybil's crotch was on display to everyone, of course, but from his angle Ron could also see up my skirt! But he was the only one, him and the overweight guy behind him who was always leering at me anyway. I never wear panties, of course. Why spoil the fun? Henk came over to the hallway just in time to get a primo view of Sybil's crotch. Sybil's pubic hair is very sparse and light brown, silky, and doesn't hide her pretty slit, which is framed by prominent, what did Don call them..."aristocratic"! hip bones. Her pussy is closed tight because her big outer labia sit on a puffy mound and hide the inner labia. Her pussy has to be opened up to really see anything pink. You have to hold her open with your fingers to lick inside her and get to her clit. I'm the opposite. My inner lips are big, brown and hang down low, like they're made for men to suck up in their mouth or rub between their fingers. All I have to do is pull them apart and you can see right up my hole. When I wear a thong, I can divide my pussy lips if I want and you can see them hanging on each side. Sybil can't do that. But I guess she has more privacy 'cause when she's bottomless you don't see as much of her pretty little pink cunt on display. Hey, but who really needs pubic privacy when you're already showing your crotch? Five or six people had gathered around while I pulled Sybil's thong down her skinny legs and off her feet and so I had plenty of help putting her on the toilet. She didn't start to pee right away, maybe because there were so many people looking at her, so I ran some warm water in a glass – not too hot so it wouldn't hurt her and not too cold to shock her – and poured it slowly down her belly and between her legs. That got her going fast and we could all hear the start of her tinkle. That seemed to embarrass her and she turned red again, all the way down below to her belly button! When she stopped peeing, I pushed her legs apart and emptied the rest of the glass into her crotch to rinse her pee-hole and freshen up her pussy. Then we stood her up and Ron patted her dry between her legs with a hand towel, feeling her up while he did it. I think behind the towel he may even have put a finger up her because she made a yelp sound and blushed again. "You know, girl, you need to lose this bra," I told Sybil when we got her out into the hallway. While I still had help holding her up, I unbuttoned Sybil's blouse the rest of the way and a girl I didn't know who worked with Don held it while I unfastened her bra. We were all laughing and joking and Sybil was standing there, as demure as you can be getting stripped up top while three people hold you up and your pussy is hanging out. I tossed the bra over onto the parson's table, behind some of the framed photos. Sybil looked delectable, now completely topless with her firm breasts capped with erect nipples, with her miniskirt rucked up around her waist and showing her crotch but not really revealing much pussy 'cause her outer lips stay tightly shut and only gape when she's had something big in her for a long time. "Ok, we've got to put you back together so you can seduce that guy," I said out loud, not caring if Henk even heard me, and together the four of us held her up, put her blouse back on her bare chest, without buttoning it, and readjusted her miniskirt so the hem came down about three inches below her crotch, making her "decent", sort of, if you don't count that her boobs were hanging out and her skinny legs were bare. Then we helped her back to the sofa and plopped her in the middle of it. Sybil lurched forward and started on the double drink I made for her earlier, but the ice had melted and so it wasn't so strong anymore. I sat down on Sybil's right and put my arm around her shoulders, letting her lean on me. Sybil likes to cuddle, especially when she's drinking. Don brought his friend Henk over when he saw that Sybil was put back together and placed where she couldn't fall down. During the commotion getting Sybil into and out of the powder room and taking off her thong, Henk had come over to watch and had a good long look at her crotch before she sat on the toilet. I don't know if he saw us rinsing her and patting her dry, but if he did he'd know her pussy was fresh. So when he came over to the couch to be formally introduced to Sybil, he knew for sure what she looked like under her skirt but he hadn't seen her tits yet. She was sitting there with her blouse unbuttoned, but the sides were still drawn over her breasts, just showing aureole on the left. Standing in front of her, Henk already had a rampant erection that was tenting his pants. "Honey, this is Henk!" Don was saying. "We met at that show I did the announcements for. Henk, my wife Ruta and our good friend – you might say intimate friend – Sybil. Sybil works for me part-time. She's getting an MFA in art history and does all my provenance investigations. Sybil! Sybil!" he finally got her attention as her gaze focused and she put her glass down. "This is Henk! Henk likes you!" She had to remember damn well who Henk was – she was drunk but she hadn't passed out yet - but I wanted to get them off to a completely fresh start. Likes what he sees of you, I thought, but he hasn't seen enough to seal the deal. Sybil was sitting too prim and proper. Honestly. Here is a cute girl in a skirt pulled almost to her crotch with her blouse open and her boobs falling out and she still looks too pure for Sunday School. Sybil grinned and sat up, which took a big effort on her part. "I like you back, Henk!" she slurred. "You're very good looking!" she blurted. Clearly both of them were sharing this spontaneous attraction. "Thanks!" he laughed. "I think you look especially beautiful half-naked!" It was a hookup line you can only use with a girl who's drunk. He laughed again with Don as Sybil turned bright red. Henk saw that she blushed all the way down her chest and on the inside of both breasts but he couldn't see more because he was standing over her. I looked at Don and gave him a little nod. He nodded back while he pulled up an ottoman for Henk to sit on, facing Sybil. Henk leaned over to me and whispered, "I don't get it. Your relationship. Are you pimping her out or something?" I laughed and whispered back, "Not now. Remind me to tell you later about our sexual power of attorney for her body. Don and I can consent for her when she's wasted. It's signed, notarized, and all very legal." Henk was obviously puzzled because he hadn't expected my answer, but he was not going to pass on the gift of this lovely sexual feast on a silver platter. Don set himself down beside her on her left. I was sitting on her right. Our other guests were starting to pay attention now and some of them moved where they could get a better look at what was going on. Some guests positioned themselves so they stood a ways back in front of the sofa to get an upskirt, some of the guests went behind the sofa for a downblouse. "Sybil, dear, do you want Don and me to open your blouse and show Henk and all our guests your very firm breasts and erect nipples?" Henk's limpid brown eyes opened wide! Sybil giggled and said "Yes, please!" So we pulled the sides of her blouse open and let her pale, perfect breasts be seen by everyone in the room. Several of our guests, mostly the women, were in already various stages of undress themselves, but they all stopped to look at Sybil's boobs. Sybil was laughing, which gave her breasts the slightest little bounce. Her pink nipples were fetchingly stiff. "She's beautiful! She has the nicest tits.... I'd love to make love to her." whispered Henk to Don and me, forgetting that Sybil may have been drunk but she wasn't unconscious – she could hear everything. Meanwhile I got up and went around back of the sofa. I put my hands on Sybil's shoulders and bent down to kiss her cheek. She let her head fall back, showing off her beautiful white neck, which I kissed. I pulled her blouse over Sybil's shoulders. "You're dis-, disrobb-ing, disrobing me!" she giggled. "In front of everybody! In front of a man who...who wants to fuck me!" "Yes, I am, and you love it, you little tart," I teased. Sybil giggled. Don cut in. "Well, you're showing Henk what you've got on top, but you're covered up pretty well below the waist. Don't you want to give us a little flash?" Henk's erection jumped, visibly. Somehow all the laughing squeezed the alcohol out of some part of Sybil's brain for a second and she became lucid for a moment. "Don't you think this is a little...a little...all on me?" She meant "one-sided" but she couldn't form the words. "What about you? I'm showing stuff and you've got everything on!" The last comment was directed at Henk. Henk looked at Don and Don grinned at him. "Well, ok, I guess that's only fair. I'm seeing a lot of you already – which I really like, by the way – and so what part of me would you like to see first?" What Did I Do Last Night? Ch. 01 Sybil was sinking back into her intoxicated state now and was losing her briefly recovered faculties. The fact that I had handed her her glass back and she was sipping again didn't help. "Well, I...I mean every girl...nat-ur-ally you wanna see.... before it...goes into you.... Your penis!" Sybil blurted it out and then blushed again and this time everyone could see that she turned red in the face, over her neck, and down her chest all over the tops of her breasts and under them. It was even more striking because her skin was naturally so pale. My head was still next to Sybil's so I whispered, but loud enough for Henk and Don to hear, "Do you mean you want him to whip out his cock so you can look at it before it lines up with that juicy hole of yours?" Sybil blushed again, this time all the way to her navel, but she nodded, with her eyes tightly shut. "Ok, I can do that!" Henk reassured her. He unzipped his pants, fumbled for a minute because his dick was hard, and brought out a very respectable-sized erect penis and smooth brown testicles. Obviously he did not wear briefs. Sybil stared at his exposed genitals. "They're so pretty!" she said thickly, finally. "Can I touch them?" "Sure," said Henk. "May I fondle your breasts?" Sybil struggled to sit up and I helped hold her. She reached down and took his penis in one hand and cupped his ballsack in the other. She played with him for a while and then started to stroke his dick while she rolled his nuts in her other hand. While she was doing all that, more coordinated that I thought she would be, Henk reached around her arms, pulled her blouse open and reached in from the sides to gently heft and tug on her hanging breasts. Sybil slumped further forward and rested her head on Henk's shoulder while they felt each other up. Sybil's nipples stuck out hard and long, even before Henk pulled on them. Henk kissed her on the lips, then kissed her again with a little more passion than you might expect for two people who had met just an hour before. It was sexy but the remaining guests in the rest of the room had been watching and getting aroused for a long time and were turning their attention to consummating their own desires. One couple was already in the guest bedroom screwing but there was enough room left on the king-sized bed for another pair if they didn't mind sharing. Another couple was in the dining room – he was seated on a chair and she was facing him, deep on his dick, rocking, getting both of them close to orgasm. I started to worry, but then I thought if they break the chair, they'll have to pay full price for it but I know I can get a discount where I bought it! Don went over to the cabinet where we keep the video camera and I came back around and sat on the sofa next to Sybil again. When Henk and Sybil finally removed their tongues from each other's mouths and came up for air, Don was standing there ready to record. I unzipped the side of Sybil's miniskirt and then I reached across Sybil's lap so I had a firm hold on the hem. "Sybil!" I said sharply, to get her attention through the alcohol fog. "Scoot forward and lift your cute little bubble butt off the cushion!" Henk backed away to give me room, his erect penis bouncing up and down through his fly, bright red and aching to penetrate Sybil. Sybil rose up and I pulled her skirt down to her knees, then down to her feet and off. I seem to spend half my time undressing Sybil these days. I hate it when she wears her uptight, button-down work clothes and underwear because they are not sexy and it takes forever to strip her naked. From the moment the top of her skirt cleared her pussy, Henk's eyes were riveted to Sybil's mound. It was so pretty and feminine and you might even say coy because her prominent outer labia hid the inside pink almost completely, just the thin line of her slit which opens a tiny bit for just a moment when she changes position. Just before Henk dived for her, Don spoke up. "Hey man, we're going to record this and show it to her tomorrow morning. Ok?" Henk wasn't listening to anything except the call of his penis and it wanted to be inside Sybil, right now, right up to the balls. "Sure man, whatever," was all he said. This was going to go too fast for Sybil! I had to slow him down. "Henk, dear," I said, "Sybil can be really tight sometimes so I suggest you use your mouth on her first and maybe a couple of fingers." Henk grunted and took the advice, kneeling between her legs and diving into her muff with his hands on her thighs and pulling her outer lips apart. There it was, Sybil's hidden garden! Moist, pink, deep, with a little buried pearl of a clitoris, surrounded by delicate glistening smooth petals. As her pussy was exposed, a fresh, clean but warm hormonal fragrance wafted up from her pussy. I was right there with him and I smelled what Henk smelled. It was the smell of a woman aroused and willing! I love it when Sybil's sex odor gets strong, which is especially when she's ovulating. You should have seen it, trust me! Henk licked and sucked her delicious genitals like a thirsty man drinking at a fountain, pulled her inner lips apart like flower petals, took them into his mouth and sucked on them for a while, and then thrust his tongue up into her hole as far as it could go. She then started moving her pelvis in circles when Henk began to make little circles with his tongue around but not right on her clit. Then, when Sybil was panting and gushing wet, he nibbled gently on her tiny nub with pursed lips. Sybil was moaning and thrusting her hips to push her clit hard in his face as if to yell "Harder! Movement! Friction!". All this time, Henk's erect penis was bobbing up and down, oozing pearly precome, and his balls were swinging low in their sack. Sybil was making little whimpering noises. I moved away so that Don could get a better picture. I could see that Sybil was straining hard to come. The same alcohol that made her horny and lowered her inhibitions was keeping her from her orgasm. So I did what had worked before. I went around behind Sybil and started working her nipples, pulling them out and letting them go, pinching them (pretty hard!), and squeezing her tits like I was milking her. That seemed to get her over the block. Henk was running the flat of his tongue over Sybil's clit, over and over again, stopping from time to time to suck on it. Suddenly Sybil cried out, not "Fuck!" or "Oh, God!" or "I'm coming", but something like "Oh my!", something that only Sybil would say while she was having a massive wet orgasm and creaming into the mouth of a man about to fuck her. She grabbed my arms and held onto me while she was coming, her back arched and her body lifted up off the sofa cushions as she surrendered control of her sex to a man she had just met. It was awesome, but then it always is with Sybil. I don't know where her orgasms come from, deep inside her, but she has an explosion in her pelvis when she comes. She also turns bright red in her face and all over her upper body, and she did that night, too. What Did I Do Last Night? Ch. 02 Hi, Ruta here. I'm telling you more of the story of what happened to Sybil at a party we had a while ago. Sybil is a sweet, pretty, shy girl who has a problem asserting herself sexually. She waits for the guy to take the initiative. Then if she likes him, she gets drunk so she'll loosen up before she can fuck. We're her friends and we're here for her, to help her out. A year ago, Sybil wrote up a "sexual power of attorney" with a lawyer, which gives us the legal authority to say OK to sex acts performed on her when she's incapable of making a decision herself. Like when she's drunk, like then, or fast asleep. That way we can keep her safe but satisfied. Sybil gets her pleasure twice – at the time and watching the video the next day when she's sober! The guests who weren't fucking each other in various places around our apartment gathered around to watch, staying out of Don's way as he moved around with the cam. The couple that messed up the bed in our guest bedroom finished copulating and came out when they heard Sybil moan to see who was coming, but hadn't put all their clothes back on. They were standing there with nothing on below the waist and, even after all their sex, the man was getting hard again watching Sybil and I'm sure the girl was getting wet again. (She was kind of dripping as she stood there but we always get our carpet shampooed after our parties anyway.) They went back into the guest bedroom after Sybil finished screaming from Henk's fine cunnilingus and started to sink back down on the sofa. (Our apartments are soundproofed – one of their great selling features.) "Henk, you might want to finger her a little, too. To loosen her up. Sybil can be awfully tight, even when she's ready and eager and has already cum!" Henk blinked at the advice but took it and while Sybil slumped to the side, half conscious, he pulled her legs apart and felt around for her hole. He pushed his middle finger into her up to the first joint. "She's tight like a virgin!" he exclaimed. "Yep," I said, "and she'll squeeze your dick like one all during the ride." Henk could not believe his good fortune. I saw a big drop of precum ooze out of his dick. He pushed further and curled his finger so that he was pressing on the front of her vagina. Sybil groaned and cupped her tits – she loved being fingered! Henk pushed in further and then added a second finger, then a third. Sybil was rotating her hips now, like she was trying to fuck herself on his fingers. He obliged by pulling up behind her pubic bone while he pushed her down with his other hand on her belly. He was not only playing her G spot but his middle finger was knocking on the hard, round, dimpled cervix and pushing her uterus around. Most girls hate that but it turned Sybil on to have men handling the very core of her sex and she was moaning and bucking her hips when the second orgasm hit her. This time she flushed face to navel, beet-red, and screamed through a convulsion that rocked her pelvis even more on Henk's hand. It seemed to go on for a long time before she started to settle down, panting, and groaning. I knew she was thirsty after all this, so I lifted her head and held the glass to her mouth and she sipped, not thinking about anything but the throbbing in her cunt. Sybil was still deep in postorgasmic bliss when I came up behind Henk and kneeled down behind him while he continued to finger Sybil's pussy. "Got to get you ready!" I said to him, and reached around to unbutton his shirt and then unbuckle his belt. He was rocking back and forth while he gave Sybil head and his butt was grinding on my own crotch. I didn't mind! I can fluff with the best of them! I got his shirt off and his pants down to his knees as he knelt, and then with a last kiss on Sybil's clit he stood up and let his pants drop the rest of the way down. Now they were both naked! I leaned over Sybil and whispered, "Sybil dear, this nice man is going to fuck you hard and deep with a big stiff cock. You want that?" "Oh yeah, oh yeah...." Sybil murmured. I reached under the cushion of the sofa and pulled out one of several condoms we keep there just in case, to promote spontaneity. I tore the package open and then pulled Sybil to her right so she lay down on her side, and lifted Sybil's left leg. She has beautiful pale, long, thin legs and the sharp heel of her shoe dug into the back seat cushion, so she was firmly planted with one foot on the back of the sofa and the other on the floor. Her pussy was right there on display, wet, relaxed from her orgasm, and ready for penetration! Henk didn't just stand there. He got on the other end of the sofa and got ready to mount Sybil as soon as I got out of the way. "Got to be sexually responsible!" I told him and I reached down to grab Henk's stiff cock. It must have been painful by now, it had been erect and waiting so long. He let me roll the condom on him and then he got on top of her. It was a little awkward to get the right angle and I knew he wanted to be inside her and screwing without delay. I pulled him right up to her sweet entrance and rubbed the tip of his prick up and down her slit. "Sybil, honey," I whispered to her, "you're getting fucked now! Have a big wet sloppy cum for us – we'll all be watching!" I nodded to Henk and while I held his dick at the right angle he pushed forward and into Sybil's sweet, wet, tight, heavenly, almost-but-not-bare cunt. She gasped and threw her arms out, almost hitting me in the face, as she felt the penetration. "Damn, she's still tight!" Henk muttered, as I moved out of the way so Don could get a good shot of. Henk was straining but then he suddenly popped through and entered her about an inch. "Are you sure she's not a virgin?" Henk marveled. "Positive! Know for a fact. But if you want to think you're breaking her cherry, fantasize away!" I said. Another thrust and another inch up Sybil's lovely, tight love channel. Sybil was whimpering sweetly with her eyes closed, savoring the penetration, and had her hands on his shoulders now, pulling him into her. Don panned with the camera from Sybil's sweet face with her eyes closed in a look of ecstasy, down her body, lingering on her heaving tits to where their crotches were joined. Since this wasn't a porn set, where everything is for the camera, he couldn't get a really good shot of Henk's penis slowly pushing up deep into Sybil's passive but sexually responsive feminine body. Instead, he got a picture of Henk driving further into her every time he thrust, an inch at a time at first, and then for the last couple of inches he just slid in because by then Sybil was juicing and she lubricates, everything gets wet. She's still tight but the penetration suddenly goes fast because the guy – Henk in this case – always can't believe it feels so good and stays hard as a baseball bat even though he has to push so hard against the tightness it almost hurts! And then it gives way and he is pushing against less resistance and rams it in! The men tell me it feels heavenly, that Sybil's vagina is like nothing else on earth. And when Henk finally hit bottom as Sybil grunted. She must have felt him slide past her cervix. (Happens to me all the time 'cause my cervix is set low like Sybil's.) When Henk pulled out again, he lifted up so just the tip of his cock was inside her and Don got his video shot of their connection and then Henk thrusting deep again to the same mysterious place in her cunt beyond the reach of mortal men!, or something like that. Sorry, I got carried away there with the poetry. But it was awesome to watch. Henk was not just fucking her – he was making love to her cunt with his cock! Sybil was loving it and thrusting her sculpted hips up to meet him, stroke by stroke. Her tight pussy gripped his generous cock hard and every time he pulled back a dark pink rink of cunt pulled out of her, stretched out from the friction, and glistening in the light. Over and over again. Sybil had her eyes closed and she was panting, head thrown back, gasping, then suddenly she stiffened up and made a choking sound, opened her eyes and started at him almost creepy-like for a couple seconds, and then started bucking her hips like her pussy was on fire and the only way to extinguish it was to stamp out the flames with his pubic hair. Which come to think of it was pretty close to what was happening, except that pubic hair didn't have anything to do with it. Oh, it was a sight to see! She turned bright red in her face, all over her chest and tits, and down her belly almost to her pubes. All this action had roused her up and so she was moving right with him! After she came, you could almost hear the "sploosh" sound as Henk's rock-hard dick churned her tight cunny and her cunt fluids were spraying and dripping all over my sofa! Then she fell back – whether it was the booze or she was exhausted – and moaned as Henk went into overdrive and started thrusting into her like his dick would die if he didn't. Sybil just lay there and took it as he pounded her until suddenly he stopped, pushed as hard as he could to get as far up inside her as anyone ever could. (Mercy, he's already in way past her cervix! This girl's vag is deep! But hey, we knew that.) And then he let loose, holding her ass in his hands and grunting, bucking against her twat like the only way he could get his cum out was to shake it loose! It was so much fun to watch! Sybil was still flat on her back – this whole time they hadn't changed position! Henk leaned back, sweat on his forehead, and when her tightening cunt pushed his softening dick out you could see that the condom was full to bursting with thick white semen and the outside was coated with her cunt juice. She even dripped a bit – on my clean sofa! – just from making her own lube. When he was out, the audience of our guests started applauding. Henk looked around, startled, and found about a dozen people around them, watching, not counting me helping Sybil and Don doing the video. Some of them were masturbating, most of them were groping someone, and one guy had cum from his girlfriend wanking him and was dripping on my rug. "That was sensational!" Henk gasped. Nobody disagreed. What Did I Do Last Night? Ch. 03 Hi, I'm Ruta and I'm continuing my story of how we got our pretty, kind of prissy Sybil drunk and got Henk to fuck her at our party, just like she wanted. With a condom, of course. I just finished the part where Henk blew his wad and Sybil passed out. Henk just sat there on the sofa for a long time with his hands behind his head, letting his mind clear and his dick go down. Sybil had passed out but her legs were still spread wide and Henk was looking at her well-used cunt that he was just inside of. It was bright pink and very wet. Mine looks cool after I've been fucked too, but Sybil's pussy is a work of art, all tight and pink and hidden behind her outer lips like a secret treasure. Everyone who sees it loves it but she just doesn't show it around enough. "Henk, you did it! You knocked her out!" I said. I didn't think that he had screwed her unconscious, really, but the fantasy made him smile. When Sybil passes out drunk after hard sex I don't think it's the sex. I think she just lets go. She gets drunk really easy 'cause she's not that big a girl – she's more tall than anything but she's kind of skinny. It doesn't take much to put her under. Then when you've got a big horny guy pounding you, you naturally stay awake for it but then you build up to a big cum and then Sybil feels drained because she has really big orgasms – she can cum harder than any girl I know, including me – and I think she just relaxes and lets go. After all, when she's with a guy for the first time and drunk, Don and I are always there for her and she knows that we'll take care of her 'cause we promised to. Heck, we have to, because she's given us her sexual power of attorney so we have a legal responsibility to make decisions for her when she's wasted. Around the couple, our guests were breaking up the audience circle, groping each other and pairing or three-ing off to do their own things. Henk and Sybil saved our party! Their fuck got everyone in the mood! I was so happy! Here I was able to help Sybil get laid and protect her while in her alcohol-altered state of consciousness and at the same time get her and Henk to put on a great show for our party guests! That's the thing. Fucking in private is an act of lust between horny adults and there is a certain margin for error. Fucking at someone's party is a responsibility, something that has to be done right because you are providing entertainment and the show must go on! Don didn't put away the videocamera. He was walking around our apartment catching whatever action was going on. But he would have kept it handy for a second round anyway, because he knew that even if she wasn't awake to appreciate it, Sybil liked to get screwed more than once when she got into it. It would be hard for anyone who didn't know her like we do to say she wanted anything right now, because she was passed out. But we knew and we always respected her wishes and what she told us when she was sober was to let her do it when she was drunk. "Henk, I've got to take your raincoat off!" I told the Dutch-born stud as I sat on the floor between his legs and started gently to pull the condom off his penis. "I don't want you to get all soft and have it slip off and drip. It's so full you'll make a big slimy wet spot on my sofa!" Henk grunted, still not entirely back from his own orgasm. When I got it off, which was tricky 'cause I'm not the most coordinated gal, I was holding the slimy, Sybil-vag-fluid coated condom in one hand and his slimy, sperm-covered dick in the other. What to do? The only answer was the one I liked best! I leaned over and took his wet cock into my mouth and sucked while I used both hands to tie a knot in the condom to keep the cum from spilling out. That's how I kept from having to get the sofa shampooed again (for a fifth time this year!) and also treated myself to a yummy "strange man" desert! I love sucking sperm and sometimes I like to lick it out of Sybil when she fucks a guy bareback we know is clean and trustworthy, or when she fucks my Don while we're in a threeway, but that doesn't happen too often (except with Don) and when we help her get laid by strangers we don't know like tonight the only responsible thing was to have her new lovers use a condom until we know they're safe, and there's no point checking how clean they are and looking at medical tests until we know Sybil is going to want to fuck them again and a lot and feel their slippery sperm inside her hot cunt. (We don't have to worry about them wanting to fuck Sybil! That's never a problem!) We never know that until a day or so after, when Sybil wakes up, gets a good look at their performance, and sees how her pussy feels. After I slurped up Henk's cream, I patted him on the nuts and got up. "You want to screw Sybil in the butt?" I asked. "What?" Henk said. He looked like he didn't understand what I said. Sybil likes to be fucked in the butt but not while she's awake, I told him. "What?" Henk said again. He looked like he still didn't understand what I was saying. "Hey, I said, "it's too complicated to explain but trust me, Sybil would want for you to ream her ass with that prick right about now. Don't worry. She'll feel it good enough to cum if she has another one in her and she'll watch herself tomorrow on Don's video." "Oh", said Henk, as if that explained anything. I could tell he really liked the idea that he was not only getting a shot at her asshole but it was being given to him on a silver platter. "Can we do this? I mean, she can't give me permission and cornholing a girl is pretty personal." "Don't you worry your handsome shaggy head about it," I replied. "We are her sexual guardians, legal and everything. We've got a signed sexual power of attorney that empowers us to make her sex decisions for her when she's wasted." "Cool" was all Henk could say because the whole idea was too much for him to handle while he was still in a rutting mood. So with Henk's help and the help of some of our other party guests, most of them naked by now, we got Sybil laid out leaning over the armrest of the sofa with her pretty, round, hard butt sticking up and face-down on a couple of pillows. Just for fun we pulled her arms straight out over her head and Don held them until we got her in place, so she was stretched out and lifted up off the cushion so her tits were riding up underneath her and her nipples were just rubbing on the seat cushions. Don let Cliff, one of our party guests, take her wrists while he went and got the videocam again. Cliff had just fucked his girlfriend on a chair in the dining room so he was done for a while and happy to help out. Henk took the condom I gave him and put it on himself. I got over a squeeze bottle of lube that we keep on the fireplace mantel. (We keep it in a cookie jar that looks like an old lighthouse! It's really cute!) I told Henk to pull her cheeks apart – didn't have to ask twice! He was getting his horn-hunger back! Then I squeezed out a big blob of lube and worked it into her butthole with my fingers. Then I wiped my hand on a dishcloth I brought from the bar and wanked Henk's dick for a minute, teasing him. "You ready, stud? Can you give Sybil another load, this time in her back hole?" Don started the videocam going again and caught all the action, starting with Henk opening up her ass so we could see her pink, blinking anus, to be clinical about it. He came in close while I lubed her and then pulled back so he could film Henk's prick as it came closer to Sybil's asshole. Cliff pulled Sybil's arms so that she was stretched tight. Henk grunted and I pulled him by the dick to Sybil's backside, moved it back and forth in the lube puddle, and put the tip of his penis right on her anus so all he had to do was push forward. Boy, did he push forward! If Sybil didn't already have a hole in her butt he would have drilled her one! Henk told me later that it was even tighter than her cunt but he felt it like a steel ring sliding up and down over his dick, where her vagina was more like a fist pumping him. Sybil was moaning and Henk was grunting and we could hear funny noises like squishing. It's always fun watching a girl get fucked but it's awesome to watch her get fucked in the ass! Henk got into a rocking motion and soon every thrust got him a half inch or so more past her tight sphincter and into her rectum. But Henk has a long penis and Sybil's anus is really tight, so it took a long time to get all the way inside her! Once he was in, you'd have thought that Sybil and Henk were made to fit each other. Every move he made, Sybil moved back and every time Sybil pushed her ass up Henk rotated his hips like it was the most natural thing to do to stir it up inside her guts. Sybil was awake enough to moan and grunt but couldn't make words now and I'm sure she didn't know where she was and maybe even who she was – it was all about having a dick deep in her butt and feeling really good about it. It took a long time for Henk to cum! He told me afterward that it wasn't because he had gotten off in her cunt beforehand. He said she was so tight in her asshole that it was like his dick was being squeezed at the root. I guess it was like when Don and I first got together he had the hots for me all the time and sometimes he had a problem with premature ejaculation so I would squeeze the tip of his penis for ejaculation control, like I was told to do by a nurse, and that worked really well. But of course that was the tip and Henk was talking about his root. Anyway, the poor girl was all stretched out and her nice little firm tits were hanging down and bouncing around underneath her from the plowing she was taking and her head was hanging with her hair all around and she was kind of awake but out of it drunk and groaning like she needed it but couldn't talk sense. Somewhere along the way I'm sure she came – probably more than once, but I couldn't really tell. Sweat was beading on Henk's forehead – the apartment was warm, I grant you, but he was also putting a lot of energy into boring deep into Sybil's tight bunghole. So I guess Henk was feeling her ass was so tight it was hard to cum and the feeling just got to building higher and higher until his eyes turned white, as we used to say. After about fifteen minutes he was dying to bust his nut inside Sybil's rectum! So he did! (Busted a nut, that is.) Henk lurched forward and slammed into Sybil's backside with a big ol' grunt and held his pelvis against her butt for a long time while he made funny noises in his throat and kept his eyes tight closed. I think he must of squirted a huge load up her butt and I wondered if he was going to bust the condom and spray her all the way up inside her rectum with his man goo! That would be very bad, 'cause when Sybil is wasted it's our responsibility to look after her – that's the deal. She would be really pissed at us if she woke up the next morning with a rectum full of semen from a guy she didn't remember! But if the condom was broke, the deed was already done, so we let Henk finish up with five or six more strokes after the big one while Sybil was moaning and huffing and puffing like she would have had an orgasm if she would have been a little less smashed. I wondered for a minute if we had done the right thing. If we had put her in another position where you could reach her pussy I could have diddled her clit and maybe given her a climax of her own for sure while she was being sodomized, but I didn't think of it. Silly me. Finally, pouring sweat, Henk bent over Sybil's back with his arms on either side of her body and kissed her neck – I thought he was going to bite it the way he fell on her! – and made a whole bunch of little thrusting movements with his hips, like he was wringing one last squirt out of his prostate and wanted to give her one last thrill in the old sphincter. Then he stood up and stepped back. Sybil was completely out. Henk's dick pulled out and the condom was still on him, not broken after all, and full of his creamy white cum! What a relief! How could I ever have explained it to Sybil when she found her rectum stuffed with hot semen from a guy she had only just met? She hates that! She always says that bareback anal sex is never something you ever do on the first fuck. While Don moved in close to catch Sybil's gaping asshole on video, I did what I did before, pulling the condom off Henk, and started licking him clean. This was getting to be a regular thing with us! His come was salty and tasted a little of caffeine, but good. In the meantime, Don caught the lovely sight inside of Sybil's open anus, the lining of her tunnel bright red and glistening. He likes to time how long it takes the gape to close. Mine closes in about four minutes if I concentrate on relaxing it but Sybil's slams shut in 90 seconds. She just has a tighter ass than I do, but of course she's younger and has had fewer things pushed up her chute. After I finished licking Henk clean, I squeezed his dick and said – you know, you can come see me too, sometime! He grinned and said thanks but in view of my relationship with Sybil he was going focus his attention on her. Wonderful Sybil, inside and out! He wanted to get to know her and did I think that if he asked her out she would go on a date with him? I told him I thought so, but he'd have to take time to get to know her better. Maybe Don and I could have him and Sybil over for lunch some day or we could meet at the gallery sometime when Sybil wasn't too busy. He seems like a nice guy and he has a nice dick and it seems to fit nicely inside Sybil. After Sybil's asshole shut, Don picked her up gently and carried her into our bedroom. Cliff, who was naked himself and getting an erection back, followed him into the bedroom to get a better look at Sybil's body close up. During Sybil's ass-fuck, Cliff couldn't see any of the good stuff from his vantage point above her head and pulling on her arms. He couldn't even see her tits dangling. So he wanted some quality time ogling her body and maybe feeling her up. But he knew Don would never let him fuck her because she hadn't picked him out. She probably didn't even know who Cliff was. What Did I Do Last Night? Ch. 04 Ruta here, again. I just got done telling you how Henk made out with Sybil at our party and now I'm going to tell you what happened later. So when we went to bed about 3 o'clock there were still a few guests rutting in the living room but they could let themselves out, if they could find their clothes. (That's been a problem at our parties. That's why we keep a stock of long cotton T-shirts. They cover your bum, they're cheap, and the material is absorbent, so when a girl has a load in her she can pull it between her legs when she drips.) Even better, if our guests who don't live in the building fall asleep in our apartment, we can feed them coffee in the morning and it would be safer for them driving home. But that night everyone cleared out while we were asleep. Don and Cliff had already laid out Sybil kind of spread-eagle on her back on the bed, right after she got cornholed by her Dutch Prince Charming. (Cliff had taken advantage - of course! That's our Cliff! - to feel her up while she was out cold but Don stopped him from doing anything involving penetration. We have to protect our Sybil – it's a sacred trust.) When we came to bed, Don was feeling blue-balls horny because we had spent all night watching first Sybil and then our other party guests sucking and screwing their asses off but we hadn't had time with the party and all to get it on ourselves. So we closed Sybil's legs (what a shame!) and put her arms by her sides and then rolled her over on her front (even more of a shame, to hide those firm, pert tits!) to make room on the bed. That's when I noticed the dried cum on Sybil's ass and back and I knew that Cliff had sprayed her before he left the room. Then Don jumped me! We didn't need any foreplay, that's for sure, and he got all rabbity on me and it was a good thing I was very turned on because I came fast and before he did! Don was almost there, ready to blast his wad inside me when he got a grin on his face, reared up and pulled out of my twat, aimed at Sybil, and let fly! A gloppy hot white rain came down on her back and her butt! We laughed and I licked the cum and my pussy juice off of Don's cock and then we settled down and cuddled ourselves to sleep next to Sybil. (My ass was touching her hip.) Later that morning, Don and I let Sybil sleep. (We have two king-size beds pushed together and oversize sheets, so we can sleep up to five or six people in our bed at a time if they're friendly.) She was lying on her front, head on a pillow, arms by her sides, dead to the world, no sheet or anything covering her, just like we left her! Sybil really is beautiful when she's spread out naked on the bed. It shows off her butt very well. The dried cum spots on her butt, back too, looked good on her fair skin. Don and I got up late, made breakfast, went back to bed, fucked right next to her for almost half an hour, and took our showers and she hardly moved. Around one o'clock, we brought her breakfast in bed on a tray and woke her up with the old ice cube in her ass crack trick. That got her moving in a hurry! She was still kind of punchy when we pulled her up out of bed and made her go to the bathroom. Then Don helped her stand up in the shower (she was still half asleep) and I washed her all over and washed the old lube out of her butt and the cum spots off her back. Sometimes we make her take a cold shower to wake up faster but since Don and I were in the shower with her and we were as naked as she was we really didn't want to do that to ourselves and shrivel Don's dick, so we kept the water warm. The water was running off Sybil's perfect breasts and made her look like some kind of Grecian water nymph in mythology. Then we toweled ourselves and Sybil off, with hugs all around. Don got a big erection and I just knew that I was going to get boned a third time that Sunday! She really started to wake up after we poured her coffee and made a glass of Alka-Selzer. "Oh, wow. Have I got a headache!" Sybil said. "I must have had a really good time last night!" Don piped up. "You sure showed one guy a good time last night! Do you remember him?" Sybil's brain was clearing from the caffeine and Alka-Selzer, I could tell. "Not really. I don't remember him. Was he good looking?" She looked at me because Don, being a guy, can't judge how women see men. Sybil ate a little cereal and the color was coming back in her cheeks. "Honey," I said, "he was so good looking I told him he could come back and see me if you were busy." Don gave me this surprised look (as if I didn't know all about his girlfriends on the side!). "Everyone at the party loved watching you guys fuck!" "Ohhhh," Sybil cried dramatically and hid her face, but she was smiling. "How embarrassing!" Well, duh, Sybil, isn't that half of what gets you off?? Well, I didn't really say that but I was thinking it. "How many people were there watching?" Sybil asked, coyly. "About thirty watching you the first time and maybe twenty the second time he took you," I told her. "Only twice?" A light went on in Sybil's head. "Did he penetrate my anus?" she said in that precise way of hers. "Because I feel a little itchy back there." Damn straight he did, I said. She would see for herself soon enough. Don interrupted. "Why don't we just watch the video now?" Sybil was done with her late breakfast. We got up to watch it in our living room, sitting on both sides of Sybil on the couch. Sybil started rubbing herself before Don even got the video going. Sometimes I make popcorn for us to eat while we watch. But we were all getting a later start than usual that day and the unpopped popcorn kernels are kind of annoying when they fall in your crotch, so we just snuggled up, me on one side of Sybil and Don on the other and we held her, fondling her boobs, as the video played. Sybil's hangover was disappearing fast and she slipped a finger inside herself. "Oh, he's really handsome!" Sybil exclaimed when Henk came on screen. I reminded her that they had met for the first time at the party and had talked a long time about art and she had decided that he was the one she wanted to screw that night so we put "Plan A" in motion and got her drunk, etc. etc. Like always. On the tube Henk was saying "Sure, man, whatever!" Sybil asked what he meant and I explained that Don had just asked him if it was ok to record. "I'm naked already!" Sybil cried, when Don panned to her, swaying on the couch. "When did I take my clothes off?" I explained that I had stripped her myself and that she and Henk had already been feeling each other up for a long time before the video started. I decided not to mention that long before that point in the party, she was already wasted and I had already taken Sybil's bra off her and pulled her thong off so she could use the bathroom, and that everyone standing around had already seen her goodies and had even watched her sitting on the john peeing! Henk saw her snatch for the first time even before he seduced her! I said "He was stroking your tits so gently and kissing your neck – I just knew he would be a sensitive lover! And you were stroking him and playing with his balls while he was feeling you up!" I reminded her, if reminded is the right word because she didn't remember any of it. Then came the part on the audio off camera when I told Henk "Sybil can be really tight sometimes so I suggest you use your mouth on her first and maybe a couple of fingers." Sybil turned beet red, all the way to her belly button. "I can't believe you said that to him!" "Well, it worked!" I said. "Look how good he is eating you out now!" On screen Henk was lapping at her pretty pink pussy like it was the last he would ever see! "Look, Sybil! He was so careful to suck your fine, ruffled cunt lips, lick your deep wet hole, and tease your clit! Sybil, he was giving you some of the finest oral sex we ever saw! Oh, and we could all smell you, too. You smelled fresh and sexy and – I want to say hormonal! But the calendar says you're not ovulating yet." We had a calendar with Sybil's cycle on it stuck to our refrigerator with a magnet, and Don and I both check it all the time. Sybil snuggled up to us as she masturbated. She pinched the hood of her clit because she wasn't quite ready to stroke right on her button. "Gee, I don't know where that fragrance came from. Maybe I was so aroused by this gorgeous man that my vagina was juicing in some new way. It's a good eight days until I ovulate, Ruta." "Yeah, well", I said. "I still think you should go on the Pill. Don and I would feel better if you have backup pregnancy prevention." On screen, Sybil was moaning and Henk's cock was bobbing up and down and swinging from side to side. He was putting a lot of effort into eating Sybil out and Sybil enjoyed it that night and was enjoying watching herself then! When he finally came to the part on the video where he tongued Sybil's clit, Sybil started rubbing her clit with her right hand and put two fingers up herself with her left hand. Fortunately, Don and I were there to steady her. Sybil watched herself moan and gasp and carry on and then she started to whimper like a puppy. "Sybil, you were trying so hard to come but you were too drunk at first. Oh, look at his face!" Don's camera had caught Henk coming up for air for an instant and Sybil's yummy vaginal secretions were all over his face! Then Henk dived into Sybil again on the video and you could see that she was thrashing around on the sofa. "Oh look!" Sybil cried out, rubbing herself a little harder. "Look at his penis!" Our observant little Sybil had seen that Henk was so aroused that precum was oozing from the eye of his cock! It was very sexy watching her looking at the emissions from the cock of the man who was about to fucked her the night before. The scene seemed to take Sybil a little higher up the arousal ladder. On screen, I had moved behind the sofa and was leaning over - my big tits hanging down in an epic downblouse! – tugging on Sybil's nipples and milking them out, helping her get all the way to her first big "O"! When Sybil is wasted, sometimes it takes a long time for her first cum of the night, then she's good to go for the rest of them. Sometimes she even gets multiorgasmic, one after the other, but she's got to get that first one out. Sybil was rubbing herself off faster now in the present, watching herself grunt and squeek the night before while Henk worked her clit. Then Sybil watched herself on screen while she went over the edge! That first orgasm had been a good one for her and she watched herself in awe as her sweet body started to shake and jerk and she got the cutest look on her face of total surrender to what was happening to her. Her orgasm had lasted a very long time! Now, watching all this, Sybil came again, a luscious deep release that seemed to come from deep in her womb this time because she sort of bent over at the pelvis keeping her upper body straight as if she was protecting her uterus while she gasped and blushed all the way down her front, fingers flying on her delicate little love button, and got that same cute spaced out expression on her pretty face. When she was done, Don and I could see that her fingers were wet! We stopped the video and let Sybil calm down a bit. Don was sporting a huge erection and I wondered if he would even wait until this was over to jump my bones! Sybil was breathing slower now. "Oh, geez. That was good. Was it that good last night?" "Must'a been, Sybil, hon," I replied, "you're juicing more than you used to! Henk said you kind of squirted in his mouth last night when you came." "Oh dear...!" Sybil blushed again, licking her fingers. "That's so embarrassing!" "I don't think he minded a bit!" I told her. Then we restarted the video and Sybil watched as Henk took her ass. Don and I had draped her over the armrest of our sofa and made her ready for Henk to take from the rear. We find it always works better that way. Having anal sex face to face is hard on the back because the girl has to push her pelvis way up. "You put lubrication on my anus?" she asked me, when she saw me prepping her on the video. "Always do, hon," I told her. "In it, too. Friction is great for the cunny, bad for the pooper chute." "You take such good care of me!" Sybil was kinda simpering as she went back to staring at the screen. She was fascinated at how Henk was leaning on her. Don got up as close as he could but he just couldn't get a good shot of Henk's cock going in once it was past her sphincter. "Sybil, hon," I told her, 'cause she wouldn't know it if I didn't, "you were tight! Henk pushed his cock into your backside maybe ten, fifteen times before he was all the way in!" "Geez," she said. She told me she felt a little itching back there that morning but watching the video she thought she'd be more sore from the pounding he was giving her! On screen, Henk was wailin' on her ass and Sybil was taking it like her whole body and soul was sitting just inside her asshole, which was kind of true in a metaphorical way! She was moaning and groaning and grunting and once on the video I thought I heard her laugh but of course she was drunk as a skunk and she'd have been passed out again if it weren't for the fucking keeping her awake. Sybil sat there like she was hypnotized, watching herself get sodomized on the screen! She wasn't even masturbating anymore – just staring at the screen watching herself lose it! Sometimes she would rear up and you could see her precious hanging titties bounce from Henk's thrust! Suddenly she orgasmed on the video but she didn't scream. She just kind of tensed up and got a funny look on her face like some explosion was going off deep in her body and it must of lasted a long time 'cause she got this wide-eyed look like she was seeing something behind her eyes she never saw before. Sitting there on the sofa, Sybil watched herself get off and it seemed to shake her out of a trance, because she started rubbing herself again. Maybe part of her brain remembered that orgasm the night before. Sybil was so pretty. She looked great on screen getting screwed in the ass and she looked just as good sitting naked on our sofa playing with herself! The ass fuck just kept going on and on on the video. Sybil came again on the video but not quite as dramatic and then she flopped around a bit like a rag doll and I think she probably had a bunch of little orgasms but it was hard to tell. You could tell that Henk was giving it all he got and then he went over the edge. Sybil had never seen a guy cut loose inside her ass before, so she watched the screen with her mouth open, rubbing herself off frantically at the same time and she saw the moment when Henk stiffened, his eyes closed, he bucked his hips, and then held her rock steady, then broke it and thrust into her butt again a couple times and then held it again. She seemed fascinated by Henk's facial expression as he poured himself into her (or, more accurately, the condom, inside her butt). I wondered if the unpickled part of her brain remembered the moment. I was going to tell Sybil that at that point the night before Don and I were worried that the condom would break and her rectum would be filled up with Henk's hot, steaming, foamy white jizz. But when I looked at Sybil's sweet face I saw that she was so close to getting off right then and there. I decided to let her rub it out without interruption. On screen, Henk was sweating and dripping on Sybil as he leaned all the way over, like he was crawling on top of her with is dick still stuck in her butt. Then he did something really sweet! Henk kissed her neck, so gently, like he was in love with her! It was the most romantic thing I've ever seen a guy do during an ass fuck! At that moment, right at the kiss on screen, Sybil came hard, grunting and jerking while Don and I held onto her shoulders and let her thrash around all she wanted during the good part. She came so hard she squirted a little, leaking on our sofa! Oh, well. I just had that sofa cleaned a few weeks ago but I guess it was worth it watching Sybil climax! Boy can that girl get off! Sybil came around slowly after that and her eyes looked dreamy, like she was floating between the post-orgasmic bliss she just had and the post-orgasmic bliss she had the night before that she was watching herself. On-screen, Henk was pulling out of her butt and standing back. Sybil wasn't paying attention to the post-fuck action on screen at first but then her eyes started to focus again. She gasped at what she saw! "Oh my goodness!" She gasped in her prissy way. "What is that?" On the screen, Don had a close-in shot of Sybil's gaping butthole. The sphincter was wide open and you could see deep inside into her rectum, all red and glistening! "Good heavens!" Sybil cried. "Do my insides really look like that?" On screen her gaping anus was twitching. "That's all you – a portrait of the inside of your guts!" Don said. He hadn't spoken much while the video was playing, the voyeur was too into watching Sybil get ravished. He had watched the video with a big erection while most of the time he had been tweaking Sybil's nipple on his side. "I was there! That's exactly what you look like, trust me." Sybil sat transfixed, watching her own anus slowly close over about a minute and a hlaf When the video was over, Sybil seemed to be lost in her own world for a few minutes. "That was really beautiful," she said quietly. "He seemed to be so strong but so gentle at the end. He fucked me like a gentleman! Then he took me in the ass but didn't hurt me." She paused for a long time. "I think he would be really special. When can I meet him for real?" Of course, Sybil had already met him – and more – but she had been in no condition to remember. That's one reason why the videos were so great, that and because Sybil could so get off watching herself do things she couldn't do sober. I said "Well, hon, how about we throw a little dinner party and invite him over, just the four of us? Only this time you only drink a glass or two of wine and you can see if you hit it off while you're in control of yourself. If you want to go all the way after dinner, you can use our guest bedroom or we can end the night early for you if you signal us you don't. But you should really stay alert this time so you can see whether the relationship has potential." "What a splendid idea!" Sybil cried, hugging me. "And he'll see what I'm really like when my brain is functioning!" Right, I thought. He sure knows how well your skinny little body functions. I said "You did have a nice conversation with him for about fifteen minutes at the beginning of the party, so you've already talked to him. He liked your conversation, said you were really smart. But he told me that he thought you weren't into him because you shut down on him. That's why Don and I had to play interference for you, so you could have another shot at him." Sybil looked down. Her lower lip quivered a little. "I really appreciate the help you guys give me! I just couldn't do it with guys without you!" She gave us both hugs. Don's erect penis practically vibrated when she hugged him. Nonsense, I thought to myself. You need to build confidence and you need to accept that real sex is a bit scary but getting yourself smashed before you let yourself do it isn't the answer. Maybe Henk will be the guy that you let fuck you sober! I didn't say it, tho', because Sybil was already getting sentimental and we had things to do in the afternoon. Sybil's clothes were all over all apartment. We found her bra on the dining room table and her thong was on the floor near the bathroom, but she didn't put them on before she left that day. Her dress and blouse was where we had thrown it the night before, behind the sofa. Her shoes were under the coffee table. What Did I Do Last Night? Ch. 04 "You sure you don't want to stay for lunch?" I asked her. "No, thank you. I have a term paper on the German expressionists due Wednesday and this week is going to be busy at the gallery, so Don will need my full attention. I won't have time to write it later. I have to do it this afternoon." That's Sybil when she's sober – organized, responsible, and thoughtful about her work responsibilities. "Well, take this with you," I said, giving her a peach, "because if I know you, you'll start writing and get into it and forget to eat." The peach reminded me of her darling little butt. Whistling Debussy, a happy and satisfied but slightly disheveled Sybil left our apartment to go downstairs to hers, carrying her bra and thong panties in plain sight as she walked. After she left, Don cornered me in the kitchen, carried me into the master bedroom and threw me down. He ravished me for an hour and I came and I came and I came! It was a nice weekend.