1 comments/ 18784 views/ 18 favorites The Perfect Party By: burgh173 Ty and I laughed as we walked down the hall of the hotel floor. It had been a great bachelor's party. Being the best man I had been nervous that something would go wrong, but the night had gone perfectly. Ty and I were more than friends - we had been best friends since 1st grade. Ty and Brandon, Brandon and Ty, we were always together. Yet, physically, we were nothing alike. I was about 5'10" and white. I had brown hair that curled and a thin build. I had a few tattoos and some piercings. Ty, on the other hand, was mixed race, he had brown skin. And he was big, at about 6'2", he had a football player's thick build. Ty was muscular, with buzzed, black hair. He was more clean-cut, no tattoos or piercings. We entered the hotel room, and my perfect night hit a glitch. We starred in at a Queen-sized bed. "Fuck," I said, "I bought a room with two beds." "It doesn't matter," Ty said walking in and sitting on the foot of the bed. He grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels. "It does matter, I ordered what I ordered." I watched Ty flip through about a dozen channels before I walked towards the room phone. "I'm going to call them and get our room switched." "Don't," Ty requested, "I'm ordering porn." I laughed, "You can't wait for a new room?" "It's already bought," Ty answered, as I looked up at the TV to confirm. A big breasted woman was getting plowed by a brown-haired guy. "Fuck it," I mumbled, as I walked up to the foot of the bed and sat next to Ty. Ty was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt, while I had on cargo pants and a t-shirt. We sat watching for a few minutes. "I guess the stripper wasn't enough entertainment for you?" Ty laughed, "It just got me horny." "True." "Hey," Ty began, "why don't we help each other out?" "Are you kidding?" I asked loudly, we were both a little drunk. "Come on," Ty continued, "we both have messed around with guys before." "True," I agreed, "but that was like in high school." "We're 23." We laughed as I continued, "Still." "You have to," Ty persuaded, "it's my last chance." After a pause, I responded, "You right." "Me first," I said, throwing off my clothes as frantically as possible. Ty chuckled as I popped down on the bed butt naked. My thin body's abs and pecks were well defined in the glow of the room's lights. My seven-inch boner sat on the edge of the bed, as Ty looked me over. "Nice dick," he complimented with a smile. "If I remember, you were packin'," I reminded, "I showed you mine." Ty got up and stripped a little more slowly. Ty's bulkiness was in full view as he stripped off his pants and shirt. I had seen him without a shirt many times, but I had never really taken in the whole picture. "Geez," I said, "you're a little bigger than in high school." Ty smiled as he pulled off his boxers briefs, letting his brown, nine-inch chubby out. "A lot bigger," I corrected. Ty sat back down on the edge of the bed. Slowly, we started tugging at our respective pricks, as the porno changed to a threesome scene. "Hot," I commented. Ty grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. I started jerking his massive meat, as he wrapped his hand around my hard-on. Ty's cock felt so big and warm in my hand. I jerked my hand down to its base and then back up to its plump head and continued over again. Ty's hand squeezed my shaft as he jerked it up and down, making me rock hard. After a few minutes, Ty moved his hand off of my cock and pushed me back against the bed. In one motion, Ty moved his head down to my crotch and engulfed my cock in his mouth. "Oh, shit," I moaned. Ty pushed my dick farther back into his mouth, taking almost all of it. His tongue ran over my pole and fat cockhead. "Shit Ty," I moaned again. After another minute, Ty pulled off, and leaned back onto the bed. I guess that was my cue, I bent over him and wrapped my lips around his thick cock. I forced my moist lips down about seven inches of his meat before pulling back up for air. Each time I went down on him, I went a little farther. "Fuck," Ty moaned, "Oh yeah." After a few minutes, Ty pushed me off him. "It's late," Ty reminded, "let's go to bed." Ty got up and turned off the TV, and then moved to the top of the bed, pulling down the covers. I was thrown off track. "Are you serious? You don't want to finish?" "It's late," Ty offered. I looked at the clock, it read 4:36. "Okay," I gave in, "I'll be right back." I stood up and turned in the direction of the bathroom. "Why are you going there?" Ty asked. "Why do you think?" I smiled, pointing to my hard-on. "Leave it for the morning," Ty coaxed. "Whatever," I said, crawling into bed. Ty turned off the light and we both laid in bed, as the darkness filled in around us. "Tonight was pretty close to perfect," Ty said softly, in the darkness. "Good," I returned, "pretty close?" "There's something I always wanted to do, and after tomorrow I won't be able to." "The night's not over," I said, turning towards him. I was curious what was on his mind. I could only see his outline in the pitch blackness of the room, but I knew he was close and looking back at me. "I've always wanted to try fucking." I froze, as the words lingered. "Dude," I finally said, "There's no way that monster of yours is getting in me." My words met only silence. Finally, I offered, "I'll give you a blow job." "No, that's not what I meant," Ty's voice broke through the darkness, "I want to get fucked." "What?" I stammered, even more surprised. "Please," Ty asked. "I don't know..." I needed time to think. I could feel Ty move closer to me in bed; his hand gently grabbed my dick, and began jerking it back to life. "I want to feel your dick in me," Ty whispered into my ear. "Okay," I whispered back. I heard Ty grabbing for something on the side of the bed, he handed me a bottle. I fumbled for a moment in the darkness, but squeezed a little of the lube out, coating my dick. I reached out into the darkness and found Ty a few inches in front of me. He was laying to his side, with his back to me. I inched in next to him, grabbing his large pecs, I pushed my dickhead in between his ass cheeks. "You sure?" "Do it." I slowly pushed my cockhead past his anus. "Oh, fuck," Ty moaned. I paused, but Ty directed, "keep going." I followed, pushing my meat about half way into him. Then I gently began pumping in and out. "Do you like my dick?" I asked between breaths. "Yeah, yeah," Ty moaned, "it's so big. It feels so good." I lowered my hand and grabbed at Ty's hard dick. I gave his hard-on a few jerks as I fucked him. Ty's fat ass cheeks pressed against my rod, as his tight ass hugged my dickhead. I could feel all the horniness from the night building inside of me. "Oh fuck," Ty continued to moan, "that feels so fucking good." I breathed hard on Ty's neck as I grunted, "I bet you want my cum." "Not yet," Ty answered, "keep fucking me." I stayed silent for a moment, and then slowed down my pace, but I could feel the pressure building. "Don't slow down," Ty moaned, "keep going." "Sorry, dude," I answered, as I gave a few final hard pushes. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as the cum shot out of my cock covering his insides. "Fuck," Ty said, feeling me pulse inside him. After a few seconds, I pulled my softening dick out of him. "Sorry," I offered again. "Don't worry about it...thanks, I'm glad I got to try that." "Do you want me to get you off?" "No, I'm cool," Ty said, moving more to his side of the bed, "I'm tired." That was the last thing Ty said. I had a lot going through my mind, but it wasn't long before I had drifted to sleep. *** I knew it was time to wake-up. My eyelids couldn't keep the bright sunlight out of my vision. But I fought it, drifting in and out of sleep. Then I heard a sound...water running. It was enough for me to force my eyes open. As my eyes adjusted to the bright sun coming in the window, I looked at the clock - 10:32. The sound was the shower running; I looked over next to me to confirm Ty's absence. I got up from bed, stretching my body and yawning away the sleep. The first real thought that popped into my mind was regret about the night before. Clearly, Ty had been disappointed. Typically, I wouldn't give a fuck, but that night was suppose to be about him, and be perfect. I looked down at myself and smiled at my morning wood. As I looked around the room, I saw the bottle of lube lying on the bed...and then I got an idea. The warm water washed over Ty's built body. He rubbed his hands over his thick, brown pecs. His dick hung down impressively, as water ran down it. I pulled up the shower curtain, to Ty's surprise. "Hey," Ty greeted, "I'll be done in a few minutes." He hadn't yet noticed my lubed hard-on. "Turn around," I ordered. Ty looked down and smiled, "It's okay dude." "You know you want it," I answered. With that, Ty followed orders, turning around and using his hands to brace himself against the shower wall. I took a minute to line-up and then pushed my cock into him again. "Ohhhh," Ty moaned, "shit." I gently pumped my dick in his ass. His ass was just as tight as the night before, squeezing my cockhead, as I forced it in and out. My hand slid down and grabbed Ty's thickening bone. I tugged at his cock as I worked mine in his ass. "Do you like getting fucked?" "Yeah," Ty moaned, "I like the way your fat dick feels." "I know you like it," I responded, "Your big cock is hard as fuck." I jerked his cock as I fucked him. Ty moaned as I pulled my dick out, then pushed it in, then pulled out again. "Ohhhh, shit," Ty groaned. "Get on the bed," I ordered. Ty and I left the shower and went back towards the bed. Ty laid down on his back, with his ass over the edge of the bed as I bent over him. I held his legs up, as I pushed my dick back into him. "Oh fuck," Ty moaned, as his cock hardened against his stomach. A little at a time, I started pushing more of myself into him, first five, then six inches. Ty felt it, as his moaning got louder and his body began squirming. Drops of water still glistened on Ty, as I slid my rocket in and out of his ass. "Fuck," Ty moaned, "So fucking good. Blow that load!" "You want my cum?" I asked. "Yeah," Ty moaned, "I want it." I banged my cock all the way into Ty, causing him to yell out, and then stopped. I leaned down over him, as he laid there with his eyes closed. My head was just inches away from his. "I'm not going to give it to you," I whispered. Ty opened his eyes, looking into mine, "not yet." "I can't take anymore," Ty defended. "You'll take it as long as I want you to," I answered. Before Ty could respond, I pumped my cock out to its head and banged all of it back in. "Fuck!" Ty moaned, "Fuck, take it easy." I looked down to see pre-cum ooze out of his cock. "Fuck you," I answered, "you're hard as fuck. You want it bad." I began slamming my cock into him deep and hard. I picked up my pace so Ty was yelling out. "Oh Fuck Brandon," Ty yelled, "Fuck!" Ty reached out an arm to push me back, but I brushed it away. He was a lot stronger than me, but he couldn't concentrate with my cock ramming his insides. Sweat rolled down my face and chest. "I'm going to cum," Ty moaned. His hand reached for his cock, but I pushed it away. I grabbed his cock and started jerking. I matched my pacing, so I was fucking him at the same rate that I was jerking him. After a minute, Ty lost it. "Oh Fuck!" Ty yelled, as his load busted out of him. He unloaded his warm nut on his stomach, sending his cum rolling down his sides towards the bed. Watching Ty cum, sent me to the brink. I quickly jerked out of his ass and straddled his body on the bed, positioning my cock over his pecks. "Jerk me off," I ordered. Ty grabbed my cock and furiously jerked at it. I felt my load filling, as his big hand pulled at my bone. "Ohhhhh," I moaned, as my cum began spraying out, "Fuck!" My first shot sprayed Ty in the face, as the remaining bursts streaked his pecs. Ty smiled at me, as my cum slid down his cheek. "That was fucking incredible." I dropped down to the bed, lying next to Ty. "So you had a good bachelor's party?" "It was perfect." The Perfect Party Place This story, while a fantasy, is based on real Lifestyle parties I've attended. If you haven't attended a house party, many of the details below are what you can expect. If you'd like me to share some stories about my real life experiences, just ask. I had been to Lifestyle parties many times. My first was at an apartment rented just for hosting parties. I knew the hotels in town with the best room layouts. Off premise clubs had come and gone in a local warehouse district. And I'd attended a couple of times at houses before the neighbors' complaints got the homeowners on the news and shut down as 'adult businesses.' One day recently, I was chatting with my friend Angie about what she would do when she retired. We met at her first swing party 5 years ago. She and I instantly connected as friends. The casual sex we had didn't hurt either. We only played at parties, and our online chatting never turned into cyber sex. We flirted, sure, but enjoyed just hanging out, virtually, from time to time. I teased her that when she retired she'd never be bored because of the 24/7 orgy she would host. She LOL'd, but then we started sharing our likes and dislikes about the parties we'd been to and how great it would be if someone found a comfortable, lasting location for consenting adults. Angie wondered how much money she and her honey (both of them are married to other people) had spent on hotel rooms over the years. I wondered how much I'd spent on 'contributions' to hosts. Single men are asked to contribute more then couples, sometimes twice as much. What if couples had a more discreet place to go that didn't require checking in and out at a public reservation desk? What if they could add other playmates without everyone having to walk through a lobby in front of hotel staff? The kidding around soon ended as the talk of a business partnership started. I opened my web browser and started searching for apartments for rent. Angie searched for furniture and the whole thing snowballed. We found an upscale, 4-bedroom townhouse nestled in the middle of several higher-end apartment complexes. Parking was spread out, convenient, and plentiful. Angie had a blast decorating the place. We sent the word out to our friends, who told their friends, and so on. Invitations were limited to people who could provide personal referrals to someone we knew. We created a list of invitees and a waiting list of people to check out later. Grand Opening The big night had arrived. Guests were told to arrive between 6 and 8 Friday night to be allowed in. Late arrivals would be turned away. Everyone was dressed to impress. Each guest was welcomed in by an attractive host or hostess we had hired. They took care of collecting money and getting our waiver signed. Once there were 6 or 8 new arrivals in the front room, Angie or I would give them a tour and an overview of our rules of the house. Our first 10 guests had gathered, so we decided to both give the very first tour. We passed the stairs to start in the open kitchen/dining area. We provided snacks and mixers while guests were welcome to bring their own adult beverages. We gathered the tour group in the 'dining room.' Comfortable couches lined the walls. Rule One, as at any swinger party, is "No means No." This is a no-pressure environment for consenting adults. Our Rule Two is, "No playing in the kitchen/dining area." This is the place to sit and get to know people. It takes the pressure off if everyone knows that there's somewhere to go where no one will be playing. A short hall led to a large master suite. Everyone followed us in to see 2 king-sized beds separated in the far corners of the room. Couches faced both beds. Many people at swing parties like to watch. We were proud we had made concessions for them to be comfortable, too. "This is an open room," Angie explained. "That's why we removed the door." She led us over to the master bath, "We have a large tub and glass enclosed shower. We've placed a chaise in here, too. There is a door on the 'Water Closet' for privacy." I could see the pleased expressions on our guests' faces. One couple whispered to each other as they smiled at the chaise in front of the tub and shower. I beamed with pride that we were already a hit. I followed as the tour moved upstairs. At the top of the stairs I took over and pointed out the three bedrooms here. "Two of these rooms can be private. We ask that if you see a closed door up here, you don't knock or try to enter. Look in as you follow me." Both rooms had queen-sized beds. One also had a recliner facing the bed. The other had a sex swing mounted in the ceiling next to the bed. I caught a couple of our guests smile as they noticed the swing. "These rooms are also going to be available for hourly rental during weekdays when we're not hosting a party. No more going to the No Tell Motel for our friends." That got some BIG smiles and even some light applause. Angie giggled. We went into the last room. "This is another open room," I told them. Here we hadn't bothered with beds. Three quarters of the sizable room was lined with mattresses on top of box springs. We had arranged things so the whole surface was like one big, L-shaped bed without the risk of anyone falling through the cracks. Next to the door was a series of cubby holes and hooks for clothes and personal things. A few small chairs finished out the set up. There was a special treat here, too. "Meet Fifi," I told the tour as I put my arm around a petite blonde in a revealing French Maid's outfit. She was holding a little plastic caddy of items. "Fifi is here to keep things tidy. She works here and will see to your housekeeping needs. She also carries extra condoms and some choices of lubes. IF she chooses," here Fifi blushed a little as I gave her ass a pat, "Fifi will see to some of your other needs, too. As with anyone of you, No still means No for our staff. Any questions? Feel free to ask Angie or me privately if you're shy." That got some polite laughter. "Let the games begin!" announced Angie as she dropped her dress to the ground. One of the couples practically danced up to her and each started suckling one of her nipples. "Well, I guess I'm on tour guide duty for awhile," I remarked as I headed downstairs. Another couple grabbed the girl they'd arrived with and pulled her into the room with the swing. They left the door open and another couple stopped in the doorway to watch, their arms around each other. The last couple and a single guy followed me downstairs and settled in the sitting area. By then, there were enough new people for me to start another tour. This one went pretty much just like the first until we got upstairs. The 40something couple we left watching were still in the doorway of the room with the swing. They weren't just cuddling any more. She was a small, athletic redhead, standing in front of him with her skirt up around her waist. He was a short, clean cut, guy. His fly was open and he was fucking her very slowly from behind as they both watched what was going on inside the room. We could hear slapping skin and wet smacking sounds before looking in. I could see that we had done a good job mounting our sex swing. A young, small-breasted blonde was spread open in the swing, her legs on the shoulders of the 50ish stockbroker as he fucked her. A sophisticated, 40ish blonde was on her knees half under the swing, holding onto it with both hands as she licked the cock going in and out. When she took his balls completely into her mouth, he stopped moving. But she didn't. She proceeded to pull down on the chair and let the swing's spring pull it back up. That way, the woman on her knees was controlling the speed and depth of the other two fucking. I explained the same rules to the new group, but I'm not sure how much of my spiel they actually heard. I know I was distracted and I was the one talking. I raised my voice a little bit, "Please follow me into the next room" and led everyone into the bigger room. My friend Angie was very busy with the young couple I had left her with, Fred & Sally. Angie was laying on her back in profile to us. Her head was hanging off the side of the bed/platform and Fred was pushing his sizable thickness into her throat. She was making happy gagging, gurgling noises as his balls slapped against her forehead. Sally was lying between Angie's legs. We could only see Sally's full head of beautiful, black hair all over Angie's thighs and crotch. Fifi was sitting across the room in a chair with her hand up under her skirt, ruby tongue moving in and out of her full, pouty lips. I continued with my part of the tour, raising my voice to be heard over Angie. At one point, she made eye contact with me and laughed. I gave her a pointed stare that I hope she understood meant I would be getting even soon. We'd agreed that, unlike past hosts of parties we'd attended, we would be playing at our parties. We also agreed that we wouldn't both play until everyone had arrived. I know how insatiable Angie is and figured I wouldn't be having any fun until after our 8PM deadline. I spent most of the next 2 hours being a good host. I also spent that time with a constant semi-erection watching and listening to everyone else's pleasure. I was feeling VERY jealous. Here are some of the highlights of what I saw: Every time I went by the swing, the woman on the floor, Anne (we were introduced later in the evening), had moved somewhere else. Her husband Art must have taken some Viagra or something, because it seemed like he fucked Callie, the young blonde, for an hour. Anne alternated between kneeling under the swing licking Art, to licking Callie, to behind Art with her tongue in his ass. The shower turned out to be a hit. Ben, a 20something stud, had his legs locked as he stood in the middle of the shower stall with 2 Cougars on their knees front and back as the water cascaded down over all of them. His arms were braced against the walls and he was having trouble standing because of the pleasure they were giving him. Every so often they would reach out to the other, playing with a hard nipple or rubbing across an engorged clit. These beautiful women, Sheila and Diane, were probably close to 50, but they could have passed for 30. My first thought was they obviously had the best personal trainers and plastic surgeons. I later found out that Ben was their personal trainer. Lucky guy. Two 30something couples had swapped and were all on one of the king-sized beds in the master suite. They'd match positions. When one couple moved to doggy style, the other would do the same. Then the second couple would move the woman on top and the first couple would follow. It was like a sexual game of follow the leader. I enjoyed watching a first-time couple as they wandered around the house. Her eyes would get big and he would gently rub her back while they watched what was going on. I saw them cuddling on a couch in the master suite watching the 2 couples. They left without playing with anyone else, but I had a feeling they would be back. Brenda, a zaftig 30something, was on her hands and knees on a king-sized bed, panting and moaning as Billy was working his way up to fisting her. As he slowly stretched her, she kept demanding that he keep going. Sam walked up to the side of the bed and waved his hard cock at Brenda. She smiled and patted the mattress in front of her with her hand. Sam climbed onto the bed in front of her and lay back as Brenda dove in. She pushed his legs apart and swallowed his dick to the root. The next time I came by, there was another guy spread out in front of her, getting the same treatment. A short line had formed. By then, Billy's whole hand was inside her sopping wet pussy. The bed was soaked. Brenda was quite a woman. Fifi told me later that she counted at least 6 cocks Brenda sucked and 8 orgasms soaking Billy's arm while Fifi was waiting to change the sheets. I never saw Angie leave the big bed. I lost count of how many cocks she had inside her during my 2 hours of touring, talking torture. It was like she was having her own gangbang on our opening night. And loving every minute of it. She had 2 different DPs that I saw. Most parties don't allow anal play, but we had decided it was okay. Fifi was around to make sure there wasn't a mess. I saw Fifi doing a great job throughout the night. I had not seen her playing with anyone but herself. I was wondering if she had or would. Angie had interviewed and hired her. She's a very shapely little lady. At 5' tall and 105 lbs, she was wearing a push-up bra that accentuated her 32C tits. Her skirt billowed out over her small, ghetto butt. I was thinking that, once I was done with the work part of my night, Fifi would be my first stop to see if she would say, "Yes" to me. It was 8:15 and I'd just given my last tour of the night. I checked in at the front door with our hired host and hostess, Adam and Kaitlin, to make sure there wasn't anything else I needed to do. They were both young models and, during their interviews, had assured me they were open-minded and could handle this environment. As Adam told me he was a little overwhelmed, I could see a flush in Kaitlin's cheeks. They both were expected to stay at the door until 4 AM, but I'd promised them regular breaks. I sent Adam to the kitchen to get something to eat and told him we'd put a little cot in the large, walk-in pantry if he wanted to get away from everyone during his 30 minute break. Still in host/boss mode, I stayed with Kaitlin at the door. I wasn't sure she was up for turning away any late arrivals. I asked her about her impressions on the night. She was the kind of woman you see at car shows, tall, long legs, long hair, pretty face, and soft skin. She kept playing with her thick, brown hair as she told me she never thought there would be so many attractive people here. She had heard that swingers were fat and ugly. I laughed and told her that, just like everyone else, swingers came in all shapes and sizes. "Is Angie your girlfriend?" she asked me. I smiled gently and explained that we were not, that Angie had a husband and a boyfriend. And that I was single. I smiled more inside at the question and the possible intent behind it. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked Kaitlin. "No," I swear I saw a gleam in her big, green eyes. I tried to sound casual, "Would you like the tour when Adam gets back?" I thought I was imagining things. She actually batted her eyes at me. "Sure," sounding not too eager. I tried to keep breathing normally as we chatted about nothing much until Adam returned. Adam got back and I turned over the door duty to him after telling him what a great job he was doing. I told him he could spend some time standing outside on the porch if he was more comfortable. "Kaitlin will be back after her break," I told him as we walked away. Was it my imagination or did she mutter, "Maybe not" under her breath? I showed Kaitlin into the master suite. The 'follow the leader' couples were relaxing on their bed, casually touching each other as they chatted. Diane was on her knees on the other bed with Ben fucking her from behind. Andre, a large, 40ish black man, was on his knees in front of her while she sucked his oversized cock. Sheila was behind Ben, licking and playing with his balls while Fred was fucking her doggy style. We saw long, black hair under Sheila and slim arms wrapped around her waist. I guessed it was Fred's wife, Sally, tasting Sheila and Fred. I don't think I ever saw Sally's face that night. A few more guests were on the couches, watching what was going on. Some were dressed, and others were in various stages of undress. I stood quietly, watching Kaitlin. I watched a flush rise up her beautiful face as she lightly bit her lip. She didn't seem to know what to do with her hands. She went from smoothing down her tight, navy, cotton dress to playing with her thick, brown hair, to wringing her hands in front of her. I leaned into her, "Shall we see what's happening upstairs?" She jumped just a little, "Hm? Oh, okay." I loved how hard it was for her to tear her eyes away from the hot, sweaty, moaning people on the bed as we left the room. I followed Kaitlin up the stairs, wondering if she was wearing stockings and a garter belt or pantyhose on those long, strong, shapely legs. The doors to both smaller bedrooms were now closed. I explained to Kaitlin what that meant. She was surprised to learn that people could have privacy at a swing party. Then I gestured an 'after you' into the big bed room. I watched Kaitlin closely. This time I was sure I saw her squeeze her legs tightly together as she crossed her arms over her breasts and sort of hugged herself. Art was sitting Indian style on part of the big bed, leaning against the wall. His hard penis jutted up from between his crossed legs. Directly in front of him, his wife Diane and their friend Callie were in a soft, sensual 69. Not far from them, Brenda was on her side with one leg raised, watching the two blondes pleasure each other. Someone was behind her because we could see his cock going in and out of her pussy and an arm playing with her floppy tits. Angie was across the room sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiled at us. On her knees in front of Angie was Fifi, still in her French Maid's outfit. I was captivated by the movements of Fifi's head as it bobbed up and down and back and forth. Her hands were busy between Angie's legs, too. Kaitlin looked like she was at a tennis match, her head was moving back and forth so much. Angie and I made eye contact as she grabbed Fifi's head, clenched her thighs, and moaned loudly as she came. She pulled Fifi up to her, kissed her gently on the lips, and whispered something in her ear. I saw Fifi nod. I turned my attention to Kaitlin and could hear her breathing more heavily. Just as I was about to reach out and put my hands on her shoulders two, soft, manicured hands intercepted mine. It was Fifi. She smiled up at me, "How's your night going, boss?" I laughed out loud as she led me over to the big bed next to Angie. Well, next to where Angie had been. She'd crawled up the bed and was going down on Cal, her boyfriend. Fifi removed my shirt, kissing me gently on the lips. I tasted Angie on her still. Her hair felt amazing as I ran my hands through it. She started unbuckling my belt and I glanced up, making eye contact with Kaitlin. She was done looking at everyone else. Kaitlin moved closer as Fifi pulled off my pants and underwear at the same time. The combination of Fifi's touch and Kaitlin's gaze had me fully hard now. "Take your clothes off," I said. And they both did. Fifi lifted her dress up over her head and I reached around her to remove her bra. She wasn't wearing panties, just stockings and garters surrounding a small landing strip above her shaved pubes. Her shapely breasts sag just a little. I love that. She has little, light brown nipples. Kaitlin also lifted her dress over her head. She's young enough not to need a bra, despite how full her tits are, more full than I expected. They're those champagne glass shape, with the nipples angled upwards. She has puffy, pink nipples. My stocking question was answered. She was wearing those thigh-highs that hold themselves up. She also had a black thong that she sent on the long journey down her legs to the floor. Fifi took hold of my hardness and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. I went along willingly. She kissed the tip, wrapped both hands around me, and sucked the head into her mouth. Kaitlin knelt down beside her and ran her hands up my thighs to my balls. Oh, my. Together, they pushed my legs further apart so they could both fit between them. It was difficult sitting up, but I didn't want to lay back because I wanted to see everything that was going on down there. The Perfect Party Place I felt hands on my shoulders pulling me back. It was Angie. "Here," she smoldered into my ear, "Lean against me." I leaned back into her, feeling her full breasts and pointed nipples in my back. Her arms wrapped around me and she ran her hands through my chest hair, knowing how much I like that. She nibbled my ear, knowing I love that, too. I moaned aloud as these women were doing many things I love. I knew I would be doing things to them they loved very soon. I'd say our Grand Opening was a success.