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Party On

By: Sensualist2



So there I was, on my belly, naked ass in the air, while this woman I'd only met ten minutes before, was standing over me, straddle-legged, strapping an odd contraption around her hips. It was black, a soft leather triangular piece with a hole in it in front. Two straps went under her crotch and apparently hooked to a wide black strap around her waist. Nice contrast with the blond hair on her snatch.

The hot tub gurgled and farted. That was the problem with it, Clete had explained to me months ago. It heated the water just fine and the jets were all in the right places and the controls worked, et cetera, et cetera, but the damn thing farted. Something about the hookup to the circulation Clete told me. I shifted my hips.

"Keep your knees apart," snapped the woman leaning over me. I heard a high pitched squeal from somewhere across the patio. I rolled my head, careful to keep my naked ass in the air and looked toward the noise. A woman I thought I recognized from work was standing on a wooden plank table, holding a cup of something. Booze, I supposed. She had her head thrown back while some guy was working on her crotch. She was naked from the waist down and he had lost his shirt.

When I looked back at my companion—I guess I can call her that—she was holding a fake penis, a shiny black slightly curved prick about eight inches long. She smiled and stuck it in her mouth, shoving it in and out a couple of times. This one didn't have fake balls on it, it looked to have a flat panel with a hole in it. She smiled at me and sucked on the thing again and then she hooked it to the harness, right over her pussy. I realized then what was going to happen. And it did.

She grinned and pulled at her rigid nipples. Then she took a step forward and leaned closer, guiding the black dildo to my asshole. I tensed myself. I was almost a virgin at that moment and I thought she was just gonna ram it into me, but she was gentle. She eased it in an inch or so, waited while my sphincter relaxed a little, then gradually pushed it all the way in until I was filled and her hips were right against my butt cheeks. It was an incredible feeling. Now I understood what the doctor had told me about prostate massage.

I grunted. "Like that?" she said. "How about this?" she began to rock her hips back and forth, gradually lengthening her stroke. I could feel my prick starting to stiffen. I put one hand under my belly and reached for it. "Ah ah, ah. Don't touch it," she said. "And don't you come until I tell you to. Lift up a little, I want your cock to swing free."

She stopped while I raised up. It changed the angle of the dildo in my ass to a different and also outstanding sensation. Jezzus, I was gonna have to get a butt plug for myself. "Oh, Oh, Oh," I grunted, clenching my crotch muscles, trying desperately not to come. I did some addition, I even tried long division. The woman kept rocking and every so often she'd slap my butt with her bare hand.

Finally I couldn't take it any more. "I can't," I groaned. "I can't wait. I hafta come now."

"Oh, shit," she said. She withdrew and slammed herself to the ground beside me. He hands pushed my hips up on one side and she slid her face under my crotch, sucking my hard prick all the way into her mouth. I came. I came hard, sending gobs of thick juice into her mouth and throat. It was great. When I finished, she didn't let loose. She kept sucking my limp dick. I reached for her naked breast, but she slapped my hand away, shaking her head which gave me a whole new sensation.

After another minute she finally let go, sliding her mouth off the end of my prick and running her tongue slowly over her lush lips. I watched her eyes watching me looking at her lewd tongue. "I bet you're wondering what this tongue would feel like on other parts of your body, aren't you," she murmured. Then she sat up. "Thanks, you need some practice but you'll be a good pussy pretty soon." Then she stood up and walked away, removing the strap-on harness as she went.

I sat up and thought about what had just happened. I was surprised my ass hole didn't seem sore. I was surprised at myself for allowing this attack. After all I'd learned growing up that real men didn't do things like that unless they were sissies. I knew I wasn't a sissy. But I sure hadn't resisted.

Part of it was the booze, I knew that, but part of it was the atmosphere. I stood up and looked around. I mean, this wasn't just a party, this was a full-blown orgy. I wondered where Clete had found these folks and then I wondered how often he had these affairs and how soon I could get invited back. So I went looking for Clete to ask him. The hot tub farted goodbye.

After two more drinks, one of water, I found him in what he called his playroom, in the basement of his home. He was naked. So was I, and so were the three women in the room. "Hello, Marci," I said to a comely blond who smiled widely at me from the sofa. Marci was Clete's wife. "Hey, Greg, how are you doing? Enjoying our party, I hope. How'd you get along with Adrianne?"

That was Marci, always asking three questions at a time. "Adrianne? I don't think I know her."

"Well, she knows you. She's the one with the black strap-on." I nodded. "You mean there are women here with other colored strapons?"

Marci and the other woman laughed. "Greg, would you mind getting me a beer from that 'fridge under the bar?. And help yourself. I'd do the honors but I don't want to disturb Lise." It was Clete. He gestured at the woman who was on the floor between his knees, fondling his limp prick. I glanced a question at Marci and the other babe, and they were definitely babes, but they shook their heads. I retrieved two cold ones and handed one to Clete. Lise had now turned away from the big television hanging on the opposite wall where a baseball game was going on. Both hands and her mouth were busy with Clete's cock and balls. Marci and the other naked babe had slid apart and Marci waved me to a seat between them. I noticed somebody had covered the sofa with a large piece of soft white toweling. It felt good on my butt. I was starting to feel just a touch of soreness around my ass hole.

When I sank onto the couch, Marci leaned in, pressed her breast against me and stuck her tongue in my ear. "I'm so glad you could finally come to one of these special parties," she said. "I've been wanting to fuck you for a very long time." News to me but I wasn't going to argue.

"But I'm going to play the good hostess here today. Alice just told me she thinks you're really hot. So I hope you and she can have a fun time here. If you're up for it, that is." She giggled and put her thumb and forefinger around my cock and wiggled it. 

Meanwhile, Alice had laid a soft warm hand on my upper thigh. She smiled when I looked at her but I sensed she was a little tense. "Ever been to one Clete and Marci's parties?" I asked?

"N-No. I'm a little nervous, can you tell? I've been to nudist camps, and I even had a three-some last year with my husband and one of our friends, but this is way out of my comfort zone." She stopped and bit a very kissable lip. "I'm babbling, I guess."

"Well, Alice," I said, adopting a somber and low tone. "Let's make an assessment. First, I've never been to one of these parties, or orgies, if you will before either. Tell me, is your husband here? Or are you alone?"

"Oh no, Harold is here, somewhere." I almost got the feeling she wished Harold was right there on the couch with her. I looked her up and down. "I think we should assess your assets," I mumbled, trying not to grin and just devour this luscious girl-woman sitting next to me. "You have very nice ears," I leaned in and kissed one. No tongue, just a light touch. Your chin and nose are proportional, your lips look a bit swollen right now, but that might be from your high emotions. Nice shoulders, smooth skin and," here I paused for dramatic effect. Also because I needed to take a breath.

"and I'd judge you have an outstanding pair of tits. Yes indeed, about a C cup? Am I right? They are firm and perky and your nipples which I note seem to be standing quite firm at the moment, are pink and very healthy."

I could tell that whatever treatment Alice expected from me, this wasn't it. "Well, to continue, I see you have a firm and narrow waist, but you'll have to stand up if I am to catalogue the rest of your assets." I paused and after a moment of hesitation, Alice rose off the couch and stood before me. I glanced over at Clete who was engrossed in either the game or the mouth of the woman who was now ministering to his rampant cock.

I put my hands on Alice's bare hips and turned her half way round and then back. The movement forced her legs open slightly and I had a good look at her well shaped well-shaved pussy. I commented very positively on that and then proceeded to note her slender firm thighs and trim ankles. "Indeed, I intoned, I wager the head of the man between those thighs would consider himself in a kind of heaven."

"He would," she gasped out, then realized what I had just said. Her smile went from hesitant to radiant in an instant.

"But now turn around, because I must have a better look at your bottom, your fanny."

"You mean my, ass," she husked and spun round.

"Just bend forward from the waist," I said, noting that my voice was becoming a little hoarse. She did and presented me with a closeup look at a perfectly shaped pussy between exquisite, slightly trembling, thighs. I leaned forward and pressed a gentle tongue kiss on her labia. Alice moaned and pressed back against my mouth. I held the place for a moment more and then asked her to straighten up. Across the room I heard Clete give a loud moan and "Ohhh, my Gooodd. I'm commmming!." And he did, bucking his prick harder into Lise's mouth. She held on and I could see her throat working as she swallowed.

Alice had turned around and smiled at my now rising cock. "I guess I pass muster then?"

"Oh, yes indeed, with flying cock—er colors. Would you care to sit on my lap?" She would be pleased to, sliding down with her smooth sweet back to my chest so that my now almost fully erect penis stood to attention between her thighs just at the lower end of her pussy. I felt the warm lips curl around my cock and our rising and falling breath generated a most pleasant movement. I raised my hands and slid them over her breasts, playing with her nipples and smiling when I heard her sighs.

We played like that for several minutes until Alice turned her head and said, "Will you please fuck me now? I want you in me. Please fuck me now."

I rather easily raised her off my lap and we maneuvered until she was facing me, then she squatted slowly down until she was fully impaled on my now throbbing cock. I discovered that she had quite a set of muscles in her twat and she knew how to use them. In moments I was thrusting to her willing counter movements. We kissed, again and again, fervently, tongues playing their usual games. In the midst of this, while Alice began to gasp and moan, a man I didn't know came into the room and said, "Alice? Are you all right?' Her inarticulate gurgle must have reassured him because the man I assumed was her husband nodded and as he turned away, I managed a long upward thrust of my hips. Alice flung out her arms, tipped her head back and pushing against my cock with her back hard against my arms, orgasmed with a long rising wail that turned heads and, for a moment silenced, even the television announcer.

Party On Ch. 02



As I approached my office on the fifteenth floor I saw a familiar figure standing outside the locked door. "Hey, Clete, how they hangin?"

Clete just grinned and waited for me to unlock my office. Once inside he threw himself onto a side chair and whistled. "Boy, what have you done. What have you done?"

"Whoa, slow down, buddy. Relax and tell me what's going on." I hung up my jacket and reached down and unlocked my desk. Then I grabbed the phone and asked Jolene if there was fresh coffee in the break room. I didn't ask her to bring it. On the fifteenth floor, at least, we got our own coffee. Jolene wasn't my secretary, she was my assistant, even though she did a lot of the filing and other scut work we were saddled with. After she answered in the affirmative I put the phone down and said, "You want a cup? It's fresh."

"Sure, buddy, you old horn dog you. This can wait another couple of minutes."

I got two mugs of coffee and went back to my office.

Clete eyed me over the steaming rim and said, "my email inbox is overflowing. And besides the usual crap, I get dozens all asking about you and Adrianne."

"Adrianne! How does she come into this?"

"'S why I'm here this bright morning. I've never had the kind of response to one of our parties that this one brought and so far all of the messages are about you and Adrienne. Her message was short and to the point. Something like great party, great guests, especially the new guy. Be sure he's at the next one."

I tried to keep my face inexpressive, but this was a little worrisome. We hadn't done anything illegal, so far as I knew, but I was moving up in the company and I didn't think having my sexual exploits as a prime water-cooler subject would be an advantage.

"I hope I'm not going to regret that party, my friend."

Clete grinned. Don't worry. All the emails and texts were discreet. Whoever Adrienne told, and by the way I know she doesn't want her rear-entry proclivities bandied about either, she isn't naming names. I know because of what I know, you get me? Anyway, since you aren't in the chat loop, I know you wouldn't be aware. The other reason I'm here is to deliver a personal invitation."

I raised one eyebrow and waited.

Clete, grinned again and said, one of the regulars who shall remain nameless, has suggested you be added to the guest list for a special party in two weeks. There are some conditions." He fished an expensive looking envelope from the pocket of his jacket. "If you agree, I'm to give you this envelope. No pressure, but I'm sure you'll find it worthwhile. Lots of useful connections, if you get me. Thing is, there's a bit of expense involved. I can only afford to go to these parties a couple times a year, even though Marci would do it every week if she could."

"Don't you worry about other men fucking your wife? Disease and things like that?"

Clete shrugged. Yeah, at first. But Marci and me, we talk all the time. She never compares me to other guys, you know, he's got a bigger or longer cock. He lasts longer than you, stuff like that. I never tell her I was with a woman with a better shaped ass, or she moaned louder or gave better head. It isn't about competition. Get it? It's about fun and sex. What does happen though is if one of us has a specially good climax, we bring that back and talk about it. So she and I can learn the technique. See? It's all about research." He grinned and spread his arms.

"Okay, man, you got my attention. What's this deal?"

"It's a costume party. Masks at all times, and no cheesy black Lone Ranger slip ons. Any kind of costume is ok, but it has to be pretty elaborate so it'll cost you some money to rent. My suggestion is that you talk to the folks at Uptown Costume. They always have good ideas. And you have to pay $100 in cash up front."

"Pay you?" Clete nodded. "I'm beginning to think this is a Clete Johnson scam." I grinned and dug the bills out of my pants pocket. I peeled off five twenties and handed them over. Hell, even if it was only Adrienne with a new strap-on, I figured I'd have a good time. I took the envelope and Clete left. At my desk, I slid it open. Sipping coffee I read the carefully worded introduction sheet. Long story short, it was an adult costume party. The language was circumspect, the word orgy never appeared, but it was clear that the people who would attend were expected to be discreet and open to pretty much any kind of human interaction. The sheet was styled as a formal letter and signed in bold black ink, simply, Leda.

I'd be picked up by a limo at seven sharp at my home. Transport back from the party would be available, but not until three in the a.m. Food and drink were included. There was one intriguing note. Guests were encouraged to leave identification and other personal stuff at home, but we had to bring a recent report from a doctor attesting to the absence of any nasty germs or diseases. No drugs other than aspirin would be available.

The people at the costume place were indeed helpful, and enlightening. And expensive. It cost me the better part of $500 for my costume, that of a gentleman from some obscure Italian city in the thirteenth or fourteenth century. Big shirt with huge sleeves caught at the wrist, no buttons, but a gold vest that reminded me of a piece of Roman armor. My pants were huge around the hips and thigh, tight at the knee with white stockings and ending with black ballet slippers. The pants were particularly interesting. In front was a cloth codpiece that was obviously designed to hold and show off my package. I discovered that it could be easily removed, since it was velcroed in place, rather than sewn. The codpiece was covered with sewn-on fake jewels and sparkly stuff.

My mask was a golden headpiece with a gold wig of false hair attached. It fit rather closely and covered my ears, forehead and eyes. It occurred to me that it would restrict kissing and licking. I figured I could fix that with a few judicious knife cuts, although I had read that guests were to remain masked at all times.

The much anticipated evening arrived. I would have preferred to go with Clete and his wife, Marci, since they were the only people I knew who would be at the ball. But that was not to be. I dressed, tucked a clean handkerchief up my sleeve, tucked my half-hard boner into my codpiece and waited for the limo. It arrived, freshly washed and polished, complete with uniformed driver.

When I climbed in, I discovered there were three other passengers already seated and enjoying the contents of the bar. "Good evening, fellow celebrants," I intoned. "I'm Greg." The guy, dressed like a pirate nodded "Hey, I'm George, this is my wi—this is Mary, and next to you is Teresa."

I sat on the very comfortable seat beside Teresa who was wearing a loose filmy white outfit with a tall hat, a veil and a long skirt. Later I would discover that the dress was full of long vertical slits so whenever she moved, parts of her body were revealed. I also discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear. George's wife Mary was dressed like Little Bo Peep, except that the bodice of her cute white and blue jumper was cut extremely low so her lovely cleavage was always on display. She had very nice looking breasts and if she leaned forward slightly, I got a flash of nipple. She seemed nervous and during most of the ride held one hand over her bosom.

Teresa looked me over while draining her glass of wine. Then she fastened her gaze on my crotch. "Nice package, my good fellow." She had a low throaty voice, like someone who'd smoked too many unfiltered cigarettes in the past. "Hmm, I'll bet this thing unhooks rather easily, yes?"

I'd already had a belt while dressing so I declined the wine and smiled at her. "Yup, you guessed right." I started to cross my legs and then thought better of it. I opened my knees just slightly and said, "Do you want to see how it works?"

Teresa grinned and grabbed the cod piece, pulling it open, so it hung slightly to one side. I was wearing underpants so what they all saw was a black silk bulge. "Ah, I do love the feel of silk," she said and inserted her hand to gently grip and caress my boner. Mary flinched when Teresa pulled my codpiece, but she didn't look away. George smiled and I could tell that he had one hand somewhere intimate on Mary's body.

"Nice, and I suppose turnabout is fair play," Teresa said. She kept her hand in my pants and shifted on the seat beside me. It was obvious she had been practicing wither her dress. One bare breast appeared through an opening in the fabric and the skirt fell away from her lovely thighs almost to her hip. Had she moved her knees apart, I'm sure George would have seen all the way to heaven. I couldn't see any tan lines. My cock twitched. Teresa withdrew her hand and covered up.

The limo rocked and I saw we had turned into a gravel driveway. We wound our way up the driveway so we could see the big castle-like place we were approaching. I recognized the Martin estate, a place I'd read about and passed on the highway, although I'd never been inside. A timber baron with delusion of being royalty in an earlier time had built the place to resemble a castle in France. The tan stone walls seemed both protective and mildly threatening.

As we started to disembark, Teresa plucked my shoulder and said, "Better cover up, big boy, or they'll think you're too eager."

I chuckled and replaced the dangling codpiece. The four of us went up the wide stone steps. The door swung open and a cave man, a large bearded cave man, waved us in. He put down his big Styrofoam cudgel and took our medical reports. Since none of us was wearing anything that needed to be checked, caveman waved us toward a tiled hallway that led to a large room that might have been a ball room or formal dining room. Teresa took my arm, pressing her firm breast against me and we strolled into the room. Spectacular, a feast for the eye and other senses. A riot of costumed people stood about, or sat on loveseats or settees. There were no tables for drinks in evidence, but there was a waitstaff of young, good looking men and women carrying trays of drinks and snacks. The women were appropriately dressed in short black skirts and low heels. Their white blouses were high-necked and not tucked in to their skirts. The fabric was sheer and the ones I encountered had all forgotten to wear bras. Swaying breasts and tantalizing glimpses of skin between blouse and skirt were much in evidence.

The male waiters wore black slacks and a black bow tie, but were shirtless. It became quite clear that although they had serving duties, both men and women were willing participants in the festivities. I did a quick estimate and guess there were thirty people in the room. The scene was like any other cocktail party in most respects, except the volume of conversation was lower and the dress was more daring. I wondered if I'd get to meet my hostess. I also wondered if I'd encounter Clete and Marci. Frankly, I was more interested in finding Marci. Ever since she'd made it known she wanted to have sex with me, and I'd learned she and Clete were living an open marriage, I'd had the hots for her tight curvy body. Sometimes home alone at night, I'd get and erection, thinking about her and then I'd.....well that's another story.

Teresa leaned forward, patted my cod piece and said, "I'll find this big boy later, sweetie." She drifted off. I snagged a glass of very good wine from a passing waiter and felt arms snake around my waist from behind. I turned to find a short busty woman smile at me from behind a black mask. " Come with me," she said. "Greg, right?" I nodded wondering how she knew. "Our hostess wants to meet you and I'll give you a tour of the rest of the place." She took my hand and slid it into her bodice so my fingers instinctively wrapped around a soft, nice-sized breast with a firm erect nipple.

"So nice to meet you," I said giving her a gentle squeeze.

She smiled and tugged me through the crowd so I lost contract with her breast. A man wrapped in a brilliant red cape paused in front of us, bowed low and spread his arms to reveal he was naked under the cape. My companion giggled and waved him away. He bowed again, rewrapped and disappeared.

We went to a side door and into a wide hallway. Doors lined both sides. "This is the main boffing hallway. There are small rooms each with a bed and supplies like dildoes, cleaning materials, condoms. If the door opens, use the space as you want. The doors can be latched from the inside for those who want privacy. She twisted the lever on a door and pushed it open. The light was dim from a single table lamp, but it was enough for us to see the couple sixty-nineing on the bed. The woman was on top with her head toward us. Startled she released the cock from her lips and looked up at us. I recognized George's wife, Mary. The guy she was sucking mumbled something and she lowered her mouth on him again, taking several inches between her lush lips.

My companion shrugged and we backed out of the room. At the very end of the corridor was another door. My guide knocked and we went in. The room was a large bedroom suite with a canopied platform bed, heavy dark well-polished furniture and a big oil painting over the fireplace that was specially lit so it drew the eye. The painting depicted Leda being impregnated by the swan, in exquisite detail. I suspected that no swan ever sported such a large human-like penis, however.

"Welcome, Greg. I see you recognize the work." Her voice was strong, with a touch of amusement. The voice also suggested authority and a faint underlying hint of corruption or perhaps mordant self-deprecation. I turned toward the voice and a Valkyrie appeared beside the bed. She was well over six feet tall, a big woman with a hard yet voluptuous body, as I was to learn. Her luxurious shining blond hair was loose. It hung down as a screen over her bare shoulders, cascading to the thick carpet. She took another step toward me and her magnificent breasts appeared through the screen, nipples erect in the center of large dark areolas. Another step. Her bare feet made no sound on the carpet. I guess my mouth hung open at being confronted with this magnificent specimen of lusty womanhood.

"I'm pleased to meet you," I said realizing the inanity of the words. Then I glanced away, back to the painting. It was her. She was Leda in the painting. I feasted my eyes on her breasts, her inner thighs, the wanton presentation of her mons, the thick labia lips open to receive the thrust of the swan's manhood. My own prick stirred.

"Yes, she said, I did pose for the painting. Good of you to notice. It was done many years ago, of course, but I think my body is still worthy of some adoration, don't you?" She parted the curtain of hair farther and cupped her breasts, raising them toward me.

I realized that the main reason I was here in this chamber was to perform for this creature, a task I was more than willing to accept, but somehow I knew this wasn't to be a normal rutting encounter. This was a kind of stylized dance. The woman who had brought me to this room stepped to my hostess side and began to draw her hair into a great bun, gradually revealing more of the woman's nudity. And then it came to me, I was now Zeus of the legend who would mate with Leda although I wouldn't be a swan.

By now, with her hair tied up and back, Leda stood proudly naked before me. With not an ounce of extra fat, she stood feet slightly apart, her strong hips facing me. Her pubis was covered with a thick growth of fine blond hair, but I could see the glint of moisture at the center.

"Do you approve, Lord Zeus, of what you see?"

"I do, my lady. I do."

"Perhaps you can show me more positive signs." The other woman stepped away and Leda turned to lean back against the bed. Her fingers slid over her flat belly and curled into her crotch. The other woman came toward me and knelt down, pulling my cod piece off as she did. She inserted her fingers and pulled my penis free and into view. Then she fished out my balls as well. Her fingers were cool and after a single long stroke, she took me in her mouth. Her tongue slid over the bumps and crevices of my rapidly rising erection. I continued to stare at Leda who spread her feet a little farther and began with one hand to explore her own sex. Her gaze stayed on my face and her mouth dropped open just a bit. Suddenly I wanted to feast on those lips, to fasten my own mouth to hers and to feel her breath in my nostrils. Her bosom quivered and began to rise and fall as her desire, became more apparent.

By now the expert mouth and tongue of the other woman kneeling before me had raised me from half-mast to full erection. Leda glanced down smiled and beckoned me forward with an imperious red-tipped finger. I pulled back from the hot tongue on my tentacles and stepped around her. Leda leaned farther back, pushing her crotch toward me, her finger teasing the large clitoris that showed itself through her pubic hair.

"There are conditions,' she husked. "No foreplay, no condom and it's all right if you come in me." Her warm hand curled around my cock and stopped me. Holding my gaze, she stuck one finger of her other hand deep into her mouth and sucked hard. When she removed her finger out she made a lustful popping sound. Then she dropped that hand and inserted fingers into her sex. A moment, then still holding my cock, she raised her other hand and inserted those fingers into my mouth. I willingly accepted her gesture and sucked her juices from her fingers. Expressionless she tugged strongly on my cock. I leaned closer. She whirled suddenly and threw her upper body onto the bed, bending at the waist so her bottom was presented to me. Her legs were apart so I had a perfect view of her pussy and anus.

"Now, Zeus!" She growled. I want your cock. Stuff it in me." So I did.

Her pussy was at just the right height. I leaned forward, one arm on each side of her and jammed my cock into her waiting pussy. It was juicy, hot and seemed to vibrate as I slid in until my public bone smacked against her labia. My breathing increased and I dragged in air through my open mouth.

"That's it, that's it. Fuck me, fuck me now," and I did. I stroked the full length of my cock in and out. Not pounding, but forcefully filling her vagina with male meat. Once, twice, three and then as I started a fourth stroke, she spasmed, a hard abrupt orgasm and squeezed my cock almost painfully. I paused in mid-stroke and then continued all the way. But when I tried to withdraw as before, two hands pressed on my butt, preventing me from moving.

"Come! Come in me." Her vagina clenched around me. But I wasn't quite ready. For several seconds I stood there, looking at her long lean naked back, my cock throbbing in her pussy, the hands of her companion pressing me to Leda's buttocks and her sex. My breathing slowed and the pressure of the hands on my butt disappeared. Leda's unnamed companion hooked a hand in the back of my pantaloons and pulled me out of Leda. She turned me around toward the door and knelt, wiping my member and tucking me back into my pantaloons. She reattached the codpiece and stood up unsmiling.

"Come," she said.

I went to the door. When I looked back, Leda was still lying bent over the edge of the big bed, her rear enticingly exposed, the lips of her labia, puffy and glistening. The woman companion gently closed and latched the door behind me, leaving me alone in the hall. As I went slowly down the hall toward the ball room, I heard grunts and soft sighs and other sounds of sex all around. Barely thirty minutes had passed and now I wondered what new experiences awaited me.

Entering the big hall I discovered the crowd had grown and was more riotous. To my right a leggy brunette was sprawled on a settee. Her costume was in total disarray, a man had his head in her exposed snatch and another stood leaning over her, toying with her breasts.




Party On Ch. 02



A hand reached for my arm and a short large woman in what I can only remember as a dark sack dress grinned at me. "Hey, handsome, how do you feel about fucking in public?"

She tore off my cod piece and then launched herself into my arms. Her hungry mouth found mine and as she slid down my torso she managed to raise her dress above her hips so her wet crotch encountered my tumescence. My cock was stiff enough so it slid into her well-lubricated snatch with no trouble. She swung her legs around my waist and I thumped back against the wall.

"I'm Gwen, she said into my mouth and I love to fuck." So we did. 



Party On Ch. 03



After Gwen accomplished at least two climaxes while impaled on my cock, she slid off with a big thank you smile and disappeared into the crowd. My legs were a little shaky so I found a nearby empty chair and sank gratefully down to a semi-reclining position. The chair was half turned away from the center of the room, so I was mostly concealed.

I didn't mind, although I knew I was missing the passing parade of male and female pulchritude and semi-nudity that swirled around the room. I noted a fairly steady stream of traffic through the door that led to Leda's chamber and all those individual bedding cribs. It made me wonder if we were limited to one-on-one games, because the rooms didn't seem big enough for more than maybe a crowded threesome. But, being a neophyte at these things, surely I had more to learn. After all, my virgin ass had only been cracked by a piece of plastic a mere two weeks ago.

Even though I considered myself normally accomplished in the mating department, the list of activities I'd not indulged in was long. It was looking more and more as if my friendship with Clete and Marci would further my sexual education in many interesting ways.

As I was deciding what my next move should be, a comely wench with a tray and a single glass of amber liquid arrived. Holding the tray expertly, she knelt between my outstretched legs and said, "You look like a Scotch man to me."

"Single malt?" I responded. I looked her in the eyes but only after I'd registered her pert and upstanding breasts beneath the sheerest of sheer blouses. "You look lovely, my dear. Come here often?"

"No, sir, but I'm here to come often tonight." She smiled and slipped the drink off the tray and into my hand on the chair arm.

"Well, my, pretty wench," I said. "I fear I am temporarily unable to accommodate your desires."

The girl had dark glossy hair and very long dark lashes which she batted at me. "Should I assume then that you find me attractive?"

"Seriously? Give me twenty minutes to rest and I'll be upstandin' and rarin' to go."

"Ah, well, let's see if we can shorten that a bit." She set down the now empty tray and skillfully opened her blouse. Both breasts pointed at me and I reacted almost automatically, moving to take them in my eager fingers. She raised her hands and forestalled my move. "Ah, ah, you rest, I'll do what needs doing."

With that she lowered her head and with nimble fingers fished out my flaccid penis. She blew a soft warm breath into my crotch and then took me deep into her mouth so that I'm sure my rod was nestling toward the back of her throat. She sucked me gently for a few seconds, then slid her head back to work her tongue round and round my head, eventually working me up to a semi-erection.

I was becoming somewhat embarrassed that I couldn't show greater appreciation for her ministrations, but as if divining my thoughts she smiled and winked and drooled a large amount of spit onto the enticing valley between her breasts. Then she leaned into me and guided my cock between her breasts. She then began a gentle up and down rocking. The sensation was phenomenal. I'd been titty-fucked before a couple of times. I think it was in high school when the girl in question wasn't ready for vaginal introduction. But either my memory was faulty or this woman was very skilled. The sensations were wonderful.

What can I say? I leaned my head back against the chair and closed my eyes. Some minutes later I came onto her chin and bosom. It wasn't a mind-cracking explosion of come, more of a gentle release, but satisfying, none the less. The woman smiled, found a warm towel and cleaned us both up.

I thanked her profusely and said, "I'm in your debt. I'd love an opportunity to reciprocate. By the way, just out of curiosity, are there larger accommodations for group sex activity?"

"Yes, there are a couple of rooms off the back of the hall, but we're not set up like a swingers club with dungeons and viewing rooms and assorted equipment. The pool and hot tub are off limits for these parties. We've discovered that it's too hard to sanitize them after you men have ejaculated in them." She smiled, touched my mouth with one long slender finger, took her tray and departed saying, "I'm sure I'll see you later, Greg."

Damn! There it was again. Another anonymous person who knew my name.

I went in search of food, leaving my codpiece in the chair. My cock dangled through the opening, but what the hell, I was more dressed than several of these partiers. I stood beside a table of snacks chomping on some excellent shrimp and then I saw Teresa, my limo companion. She'd lost her tall hat and veil. She was reclining on a backless couch, on long leg on the floor. Her skirt was parted so the man with his head in her crotch had easy access to her nakedness. On the other side of the couch a second man was leaning over her playing with her exposed breasts while she lazily slid one hand up and down his long shaft. Occasionally, she would pull him a little closer so she could run her tongue over the purple head of his cock.

I sauntered over and said, "Hey Teresa, how about a shrimp."

She canted her head toward me and grinned. "Would that be you?"

I chuckled and shook my head. Then I took the shrimp from between my lips and fed it to her. Her tongue left a damp slippery residue on my fingers which I sucked off. So now I had tasted pre-come fluid from a man I didn't know. I leaned closer and tongued her nearest nipple. Teresa went back to the cock next to her cheek and I went back for more shrimp. A woman I didn't know was standing there sampling the fare.

She was wearing a tiny black bikini thong on her hips, black boots that reached to mid thigh, and a black bandeau around her small chest. Her hair was coal black and so were her eyes. In place of a mask she was wearing some kind of thick black makeup from ear to ear except around her mouth which made for a very strange effect. I looked to see if she had fangs, but I couldn't tell.

"I know, it's weird, but last time kissing cock was hard because of the mask, you know?"

"Isn't the makeup hot?"

"Yeah, but it's tolerable and so far I haven't smeared anybody, much. This is your first party, huh?"

"How'd you know?

"Oh, you have that look, like a deer in the headlights? Sort of semi-stunned at all this action in one room."

There was a loud groan and "Ohhhhhh God!, that was good." We both knelt down and raised the tablecloth. Two men lay there enthusiastically sucking each other. One of them had apparently just come. He grinned at us and went back to tonguing the black cock in his face.

"Did you meet Leda?" I nodded. "She's something else. We did a double dildo for a few minutes and we both got off, I think. I know I did. Then I managed to kiss her ass. Boy, I'd love to have an hour with her. Listen, we're having a contest. Wanna play?"

Sure, what's the deal?" At this point, unless it involved pain or serious abuse, I was ready for anything.

"Okay. We're putting five guys at a table. Four of them are here with wives or girlfriends. One is a wild card. That's gonna be you. Each woman has to crawl under the table and suck each guy for two minutes. Then they have to tell which guy is their guy." 

"What's the prize?"

"We were gonna make the losers do anal, but some of the women objected. Personally, I don't know what the big deal is."

"Until you've done it, it could be a big deal," I said.

"Whatever. Here we are. You better take your pantaloons down. They might tip off somebody."

I went to the table and they put me in the middle. The guy next to me slid his sleeve up—he was dressed like a monk—and showed me a tattoo. It was Clete.

"Okay, said the Goth girl. Here's the deal. Each of these blindfolded women will crawl under the table, one at a time and suck each guy. When she's through and comes out the other end, she writes down which one is her guy. The one who correctly identifies her guy gets a thousand dollars. If there's more than one winner they split the prize. Guys, no talking, no secret movements, keep your hands on the table and your knees spread. Any woman who brings off one of the guys gets extra points."

Okay, I thought, four women, two minutes each, eight minutes of head and I don't have to do anything but enjoy. Where's the catch? The women were lined up at one end of the table and when I looked around I was surprised to see that we'd drawn a crowd. Somebody said, "shoot, with the table in the way we can't see the action."

I looked closely at the four women, all quite different, short, thin, heavy, one blond, two brown and one red head. The blond must be Marci, Clete's wife, unless she was wearing a wig. Since they were all mostly dressed I couldn't tell much about their figures. I didn't pay any attention to the order they were in. Soon the first woman ran her fingers up my naked thighs and sucked my cock into her mouth. Her action was basically in and out as if I was fucking her face. She did get me hard and I had not softened at all when the next one took hold. She was more experienced, using her tongue in a skillful way, but two minutes wasn't going to get me off at that stage of the night.

By the third mouth I realized the process was pretty sterile. But then the guy at the end grunted and said "Oh, shit!" He obviously had come, and the crowd applauded. Goth girl checked under the table to be sure he wasn't faking and came up grinning. She marked the woman who'd accomplished the feat on a pad and another mouth approached my cock. Now this one was experienced. She blew softly, touched her tongue to the head of my cock. Then she ran her fingers around my balls and scraped her nails gently up the underside of my cock. It twitched. She clamped her mouth on me and began an energetic pulsing sucking motion that curled my toes. I was very close to exploding when time ran out and she had to move on.

The blindfolded women were sitting in a little group to one side waiting for the last sucker to rise from under the table. Then one said, "Wait a minute. There were five cocks under that table. How come?" Everybody roared. We all stood then, baring our cocks for all to see and applauded the women in the contest.

Clete and I grinned at each other and I started to turn away. "Wait, Greg, I think somebody wants to see you." I turned back to find the redhead coming toward us. Her breasts swayed gently and she turned her head up for her husband to kiss her. Then she turned toward me. "Clete insisted we try this, and I got Glory to ask you," she said. "Like what you see?" Marci pirouetted before me so the short plaid skirt she was wearing flared out. She wasn't wearing any panties. My cock twitched.

"Ah," she said, "I see that you do." She stepped closer and her fingers snaked around my exposed rod. "C'mon fella, I want to fuck your brains out."

Clete grinned and ran his hand down her front , sliding the blouse off his wife's breasts. "I know you've seen this before, but now it's time to really get to know her."

I looked at Clete. "You sure?"

"Why do you think we're here?"

"Yeah, but this is me, Greg, somebody you know, somebody you see outside this place. I'm not just an anonymous penis." It was hard for me to say this. I'd lusted after Marci ever since Clete and I become colleagues at work.

Marci smiled and stepped out of Clete's arms and pressed herself to my side. Her hand rubbed my belly and slid lower. "We've talked about this, sweetie. What you've just said confirms our take on you." Her breast was bumping against my arm as she rocked gently from side to side. I could tell she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"Look, buddy. We got you an invite because I couldn't figure out how to get you into our little group. Even after our party, we weren't sure how you'd react if Marci tried to jump your bones." Clete grinned and flicked a finger over my rising cock. "You better figure I'll want to watch some day."

I stopped hesitating. One hand drew Marci closer while my other tweaked one nipple. While the crowd swirled around us, I reached to her mouth. We kissed, long and lustily, tongues lashing. My cock rose even more and I felt Marci's cool fingers dancing around my package.

"C'mon, babe," she husked. "I've been wanting your cock in me for a long time." Clete had disappeared

Awkwardly, because we were reluctant to let go of each other, we sidled over to a wide backless settee near one wall. I was going to suggest a room, but Marci clearly wanted to get down to business immediately. I was already pantless and it was only a moment to whip open my blouse, baring my chest. I wanted to feel her against me, skin to skin. Her nipples came tightly against my chest as she locked me in a fierce embrace. Then she relaxed her grip so I could whisk off her blouse. The skirt was so short and insubstantial, I didn't bother with it, just shoved it a little higher on her waist.

I made to lower my head to her crotch, but she held me, saying, "No no, never mind that now, just fuck me. So I did. I slid my pole into her waiting crotch and Marci jammed herself down on my cock until her smooth pubis was jammed against me. Her legs came up and she locked her heels around my waist, squeezing and groaning, her mouth a bellows of hot air. "Ohhhh, rock me babe. C'mon Greg. Rock me now."

I began to move my hips back and forth and Marci relaxed her thighs and calves to give me a little working room. She was really hot at that moment and I soon matched her emotional outpouring. I could feel her juices beginning to leak from her pussy. She reclined more and more as I surged into her again and again. I was ecstatic. There was little tenderness in our embrace, this was unadulterated lust. My mouth founds hers and our kiss was long and my hips bucked more and more rapidly. Suddenly she tore her face away from me, her fingers gouged furrows in my shoulders and she began to wail in time to my thrusts. Her hips slammed up to meet my thrusts and I could hear the applause of our flesh smacking together. She came and came again, wailing louder and louder. My balls drew up and my own climax began to coil higher and higher. I was having trouble breathing. And then I came, the ejaculation ripping almost painfully from my balls, though my cock and jetting into Marci's vagina. Once twice, three times.

I gasped for breath and opened my eyes. Marci stared at me from inches away. "Ummm, that was gorgeous," she breathed. "Marvelous. Someday you need to see your face when you come."

I was half lying on her, my feet on the floor. I made to draw away and she grabbed me with her knees and hands, fingers pressing my butt cheeks. "No no, I'm not through. Just stay right here." She smiled and licked my nose. Then we kissed again.

When I caught my breath I said, "Aren't I too heavy?"

"No," this woman beneath me murmured. "And we'll fix that in a minute. Feel, me around you. Can you feel it?"

Unbelievably, I could. The muscles of her legs and her vagina began a rhythmic pulsing. Soon her hips were rocking again, in very subtle tiny movements that were incredibly erotic. She fed me one breast and I gently suckled. She smiled that secret expression women have that excites passion in their men, and suggests worlds of sensation we mere men can only guess at.

"We're going to get up now, sort of. But don't pull out, she whispered. So with careful small movements, we rose a little, shifted a little more, moved legs and hips until somehow I was sitting on the couch and she was astride me, looking deep into my eyes. I had both hands on her breasts, her hands on my shoulders or caressing my face. Her hips, now steadily rocking, kept my cock well in place. I felt the blood rising again to make my cock as hard as I had ever know it to be. Marci smiled as I twitched, flexing her butt on me. "That's it. That's so good, my darling. Do it again."

I twitched and felt her twitch back. This time I saw her eyes lose focus and her mouth fall open. She sucked in a huge breath which sent her breast to my mouth and then exhaled in a gusty way. She came yet again, twitching and mewling, grabbing at my head.

It was a short come-down and she smiled. "Thanks. Now we're ready for the big ride. Duck your head." I did and she rotated on my cock, raising one leg over my head and twirling about so she faced the room. I glanced up after kissing her back between her shoulder blades and discovered we had drawn a small crowd of spectators. Several couples were standing close by watching us and openly caressing each other. But I was not distracted.

Marci, naked, fully exposed with my cock in her pussy, had placed her feet on my thighs and was gently lifting and settling, lifting and settling. "Slowly, Greg, my darling, and touch me. Touch me." I didn't need her to tell me where. I snaked my left hand around her hip and my fingers found her hard little clit. Together we found the rhythm and began to copulate with more and more abandon. The couch vibrated under our pounding. I could hear Marci's gasps. I lifted my hips again and again off the couch to meet her thrusts. Her breasts bounced under my hand, but I never stopped vibrating her clit. My cock felt her climax. Then again. I was reaching the highest state of ecstasy I had ever known. And this incredible woman was right there with me. The view to all the spectators must have been phenomenal. We rocked and fucked until we simultaneously exploded, Marci wailing louder than I had ever heard a woman at the moment of orgasm.

The world went fuzzy for me and I came harder than I ever had before. My cock vibrated once more and then as if saying, enough! began to deflate. I gasped for air and wrapped my arms around her. Then I heard the applause. The people who had watched us in this public display of the most intimate of physical acts between two humans were saluting our performance. And I knew in that moment it was much more than just a performance. We had connected in ways other than physical.

Exhausted, we lay together enjoying the ebb of strong emotions as the tide flowed out and the crowd of onlookers went on to other pleasures.



Party On Ch. 04



A month or so after the affair at Leda's castle Clete called and invited me to dinner the next weekend. Casual, we'd do a cook-out on the patio unless the weather was bad, he said. I asked if I could bring a date and Clete sounded a little odd, so I shrugged although he couldn't see it and said I probably wouldn't bother, unless something came a long that was too good to turn down.

Nothing did so here I was walking in the cool of the late afternoon sun up Clete and Marci's driveway, wondering once again what the evening might bring. Just in case, I'd stopped and picked up a big bottle of one of our favorite red wines, a nice smooth Cabernet.

Marci met me at the door with a smile and a big hug that told me she wasn't wearing a bra under the UW sweatshirt. "C'mon in you big lug," she said. "I've missed you. An' I hope you've missed me."

I hugged her back and registered that we'd answered one question that had been nagging at the back of my mind. Marci at least didn't consider our intense sexual encounter at Leda's orgy to be a problem for our ongoing relationship. That was good and at least one part of my anatomy was happy. Unless Clete developed a problem after we'd fucked, I was looking forward to being with Marci again. She was one of the best experiences of my life. "Clete's in the playroom and I'll be there in a mo."

I snagged a cold beer and tromped on down the stairs. There was a game on the big wall-mounted television. I recalled that the last time I'd gone down those stairs to the playroom, Clete hadn't been alone, and he and the two women with him were all naked. But then, so was I.

"Hey, buddy, grab a sofa," he waved me down and in a few minutes we were just a couple of buds hanging out, watching a game and drinking beer. A commercial came on and he muted the sound, rolling up on one haunch so he could look at me. "So, how you doing?"

"I'm doing fine," I said seriously. "But I get the impression maybe there's something going on? Do we have a problem?"

Clete blinked and stared at me for a silent minute. He frowned and then a big smile came and then went. He took a shot from the beer bottle in his hand and nodded to himself. "Oops. You're wondering if I'm okay about the other night. With Marci."

"Well, yeah, because if—"

"Nah, it's cool. I get it. You wanted to bring a date and I sounded kinda cool to the idea, yes?" He grinned. And you thought I was upset because you and Marci connected." He grinned again and made a circle with thumb and finger and jacked the neck of the bottle in and out a couple of times. There was no mistaking his meaning. "Nah, we're very cool. Marci says you are one fine lover. I hadda put my foot down tonight. She wanted to greet you at the door naked and jump your bones immediately. But I told her we needed to talk first and fuck later."

I shook my head. Clete was not being particularly clear. But I was getting the message that our relationship was okay. That was a relief.

Marci came into the room just then and plopped down in the big chair with her husband. She whacked him on the hip and said, "Slide over, ya lug. Give me a little room here." He did and she slid lower beside Clete. Her sweatshirt pulled against her breasts and I could see the outline of a nipple where it lay against Clete's hip. Clete saw me looking and grinned again.

"The reason we wanted you to come alone is because we think you are ready for the next step." Marci looked at me seriously and fiddled with her nipple through the cloth. I was starting to get an erection. "The thing at Leda's is pretty rare, and it's really not our scene, not to mention it costs a lot of money when you add it all up.

"We have our own group, it's kind of an adventure group. You already know that Clete and I have a sort of an open marriage. But we're really swingers."

"That means we don't fuck around except together," Clete said. "There are lots of ways to do that and we want to try most of them."

"The biggest problem is people's attitudes," Marci went on. "So most swingers seem to gravitate into tight groups of folks they can all trust. That works well until the group changes in some way. Our group had just lost three people and it's only eight to start with. So you can think of this as a recruiting conversation."

I was surprised. Stunned maybe. To collect myself I drained my beer bottle down my throat. When I looked over at Clete he was nodding. "Nice, right down the gullet. You should try a dildo." He chuckled. The kitchen timer dinged and Marci struggled up. "Continue without me," she said.

"Thing is this, normally we'd be looking for another couple or two. But it takes a long time to be sure before we approach someone. I hope you realize that if you say no, that's okay but you have to promise not to tell anyone about this conversation."

"I get it. Not a problem. Even though I'm single, you want me to join your group. Even though you know I also don't have a lot of experience."

"Oh yeah, that's why we made sure you'd be at our last party and wangled you an invitation to Leda's."

Clete went on to explain that both he and Marci were vouching for me which helped and there was another reason. For years I'd been a good amateur photographer as they both knew and I even did some video weddings for relatives. They'd turned out pretty good so people knew about me. Clete and Marci's group was excited by the possibility of building a library of their activities. Marci hollered down that dinner was ready and to come up. We continued our conversation at the dinner table, downing my wine and another bottle as well.

"So you want me to run cameras at your parties while all you lechers have an orgy. Is that it?"

Marci giggled. "Well, yes but there are fringe benefits." She giggled again. She did that whenever she got a little high on wine.

"Lots of them," said Clete solemnly. "Lots. I won't claim we all have movie-star looks but we sure know what to do with the assets we have."

"Well, I'm game, I guess, but there are some limits."

"Like?"

"No abuse, I mean light bondage or spanking if there's full agreement. No kids and no animals."

Marci smiled a big smile and jumped up to throw her arms around me and give me a big smooch. "Yay! We're gonna have a grand time."

I moved one of Marci's breasts aside so I could stick out my right hand toward Clete. He grabbed it and we shook. Then he dropped my hand and stood up. Mumbling something about a call he left the room. Meanwhile Marci wriggled around on my lap. She stuck her tongue in my ear and bounced a little. "Hmm, is that a cucumber or are you glad to see me?"

I snorted and captured her lips. What the Hell? This was a weird evening and the future of more friends with benefits was just over the horizon. Clete came back and I caught him giving Marci a wink and a nod. We adjourned to the play room for after-dinner drinks and Clete went to a rack of video tapes. I'd noticed on earlier visits that they were numbered but had no titles. I was mildly curious but had never asked about them.

He selected one and said, "I want you to look at this. The couple who left town did some videos."

An image came up that was a hand-lettered slate, not well lit and sort of shaky as if both the slate and the camera were carelessly hand-held. The tape was a compilation of several group parties over a few years, because I saw women whose hairstyles changed, and one woman who went from overly plump to a pleasing voluptuousness. Marci and Clete were in the video, so I knew this was their swinging group.

"Some of the guys really like seeing their wives like this, sucking or doing other guys. Some of the women want to show themselves on the Internet now." Marci was staring at the screen, her lips open. Her breathing seemed to be getting heavier.

"A few of the members have made pictures of themselves and uploaded them to places like Literotica and other sites." Clete scratched his crotch and went on, "That's hard to do even with a timer. Getting good pictures. Too much to think about." He switched off the video.

"Well, it's pretty unprofessional quality, I told him. Bad lighting, jerky camera work, no real sense of shot sequences. I've looked at porn on the net and you either get really good pro work with lots of closeups and no sequence,"

"Just sucking and fucking," Marci giggled.

"Right, and often some really phony soundtrack. But some of the better amateur sites have some really good videos."

"You can do it better, right Greg?" It was almost a plea and I started to answer then the doorbell chimed.

Marci went to see who it was and I heard her greeting several people. Three couples came down the stairs with a level of hesitation and uncertainty. I didn't know any of them. I was introduced and Clete gave everybody drinks. We chatted for several minutes like you would at any neighborhood party, expect for the tension in the room. Finally I decided to move things along since neither Clete or Marci seemed ready to do so.

"First, I'm really pleased you've approached me to join your group. I'm looking forward to being with you all. I don't mind telling you I have a lot to learn." I caught a raised eyebrow or two and went on. "I wish I had my copy of a naked wedding I shot last year. It was a really interesting experience."

I went on to explain that a couple from out of town wanted an outdoor wedding with some unusual experiences so they thought of renting an isolated farm to stage their wedding. Everybody in the wedding party was nude. The bride had six attendants and there were five groomsmen and the best man.

The guys wore gloves and bow ties and shoes. The women wore veils and gloves and shoes. About fifty people showed up for the wedding and they didn't know ahead of time what the "unusual aspect" was. The ushers wore Speedos. A few people left when the first naked groomsman brought the mother of the bride down the central aisle to her chair. The problem was that all the guys got erections when they first paired up with their bridesmaid. Or they got hard walking down the aisle, The groom was only half hard until he saw his bride with a long flowing white veil and a big train, but nothing to conceal her front. I leaned back in my chair and smiled at the ceiling in memory. "She was an outstanding specimen of ripe young womanhood. Her auburn hair was up, her face was lovely, her breasts were outstanding, probably double Cs capped with hard rosy nipples. She was a real vision.

One of my listeners asked, "Was she shaved?"

"No" I said. "Carefully trimmed in a heart shape, but not shaved. I thought she was very sexy."

"See? I told you that, Brian. A little mystery can be a terrific thing." One of the women in the room.

"Especially if you aren't just the perfect look, down there." Another of the women in the room.

"Obviously we're going to have to have an examination, at some future time," said a guy I later identified as Allan. He had a very low voice and a really nice smile. "It has become a question of style. Whose pussy is widest, longest, has the biggest inner lips."

"Smells best?" interjected another voice.

"Grips best."

"I think," I interjected, "that in my limited experience, best pussy is not something that can be determined once and for all." There was soft laughter.

"Meow," said Marci. "Good for you. We do talk about these things because its hard not to but we've never gone in for that kind of competition. Other circumstances, like which guy can hold out the longest from a hand job, sucking, or double-sucking." There were gales of laughter.

"You mean two tongues?" I asked. The image that flashed to my mind was delicious.

"Yep, and next time we're gonna add a titty fucking category as well." More laughter. Quickly then the formality of the group broke down and I felt a warm flush of friendship and provocative desire replace the tension in the room. A woman I would have judged to be the oldest in the room approached me.

"Welcome to fun and games. I'm Rhoda. Clete and especially Marci have told me much about you." I can't wait to know you better." She leaned in and her full lips touched my cheek. I thought I felt the tip of her tongue but I wasn't sure. Rhoda was a large sultry looking woman of around forty-five I guessed. Not my normal type, but as I was to learn, large women have something very special to offer. Her bust was encased in a high-necked tight ribbed sweater. I could see she was wearing a bra that fully covered her breasts and pulled them together. She watched me looking at her breasts and smiled. Then she calmly took my hand and ran it up under her sweater, right up into her considerable cleavage. It was warm and tight and very stimulating. She held me there under her chin for a moment and whispered, "Just imaging how your penis will feel in that place." Then she smiled and slid my hand out of her sweater.

My penis had definitely figured out how it would feel. Wow! I looked around to see my new and future sex buddies all engaged in some light groping and feeling. It reminded me of my high school days when some parties would become mutual grope sessions without any real sex and no skin.

Soon, because it was getting late, two of the couples left and there were just five of us remaining. Collette, a stunning blond who had obviously had some bust enhancement surgery smiled at me in a predatory way and said, "Well, if no one else will say it, I'm ready to try some fresh meat. Any objections?" She looked around the room

"You know we decided not to do a round robin because Greg's a single, so I guess it's okay." Marci smiled at me and said, "the last time we welcomed anybody into the party all the guys had Collette and the women tried out Dan, her husband there."

Collette waved at me and Dan nodded. "Here, he said, let me help things along. He pushed his wife to a stand and then with a flourish manipulated the short zipper on her skirt and whisked it off her lean body. Since she wasn't wearing any underwear, her prominent, completely shaved sex, was exposed to all of us. Clete whistled as if he'd never seen it before. Collette grinned and with a sexy wiggle stepped toward me. She raised her arms and flipped the loose blouse that covered her torso right over her head. Now she was naked.

"Well?" she challenged. "You like some of this?"

"Oh yeah," I said, "You look good enough to eat." It was obviously the right thing to say. She stepped closer until her nipples touched my shirt. I got rid of it instantly and raised my hands to take her by the shoulders.

"Wait," she said and put my hands back at my sides. Then she squatted in front of me and without using her fingers, began to unbuckle my belt. It took her only seconds to do that and then unbutton and unzip and my trousers were around my ankles. Talented lady, I thought struggling to stay upright as she pushed her head against my lower belly. Since I wear silk bikini undershorts, the tent from my erection was very prominent. I was wearing black tonight. Marci hissed. Clete and Marci and Brian were all just sitting around watching Collette peform. It was a little unsettling and I felt my cock start to resign.

Collette bit my cock through the silk and then when I sucked in my belly, snaked her agile tongue inside the waistband of my shorts and hooked teeth into the fabric. With a dexterous tug she slipped my shorts down my legs. The feeling of her hair sliding over my cock caused me to twitch several times. Without warning the woman grabbed my hips and pulled me straight into her. Mouth open, lips over her teeth, she sucked me completely into her. Her mouth was a furnace. Two thrusts, all her manipulation and she shoved me back.

"Yummy," she crowed. "I love man's pre-come, and you are just fine. Now down on the floor on your back, sir." She whacked the back of my knees and I was suddenly flat on my back, my cock pointed at the ceiling and three faces grinning at me from their chairs. As Collette licked her way down my body, crawling toward my feet, I saw Marci lift her sweatshirt off her sweet bosom and settle onto Brian's lap. He never stopped watching his wife Collette's exploration of my body, but one hand came up and he began to rhythmically knead her bare breast.

Collette reached my knees and then kissed and tongued her way up my now quivering body until she reached my scrotum. One long finger probed beneath my balls and she tapped that finger on my anus. Startled, I arched my hips upward, causing my now rigid cock to vibrate.

"Ah ha," she said and swung her body over mine. Squatting over me she rubbed the tip of my cock over her labia and between the inner lips which were moist and warm. Suddenly one hand went under my butt and she placed my cock at the entrance to her vagina. She stuck her finger into my anus which caused me to buck upward again. The effect was exactly what she was aiming for. As I thrust up, she jammed her bottom down on me, impaling herself fully on my cock. It was a complete and utter shock of erotic heat. Her noisy exhalation and grunt of "Ohhhh Fuckkk," was all it took. I came, sending a thick rope of thick fluid into her pussy. It was amazing. She began to vibrate. It was like what I imagined a vibrator felt like in a woman's vagina. She clenched and threw back her head. She came and I came again. There was no foreplay, no rocking, no caressing. We were locked together in a big orgasmic climax. Collette's thighs rippled and her breasts quivered. The smell of our lust was pervasive. I came a third time. But then I didn't begin to lose my erection.

Colette grinned at me, showing a lot of white sharp teeth. She bounced on my cock. "He isn't losing his erection," she announced to the room. "He's still hard. Hot dog! Look." She stood up and we all watched as my thick white cream began to drool out of her pussy and drip onto my groin. My cock twitched. I thought I could come again in a minute or two. This was amazing. It had never happened to me before. I reached down and took hold of my uncircumcised prick and began to slide the foreskin back and forth.

"Look at him," said Marci. "I want that." She stood up off Brian's lap which immediately tented up from his erection and stepped out of her shorts. She knelt down beside me and took me in her mouth. In a moment we were getting a rhythm going. Marci stopped after a minute and grabbed my hand to pull me up. "Doggie. I want you to fuck me like a dog. Put it in me now. Quick. Fuck me, fuck me! Hurry!" She was gibbering as she rolled onto all fours and I rose to crouch over her smooth round ass. Her fingers found my cock and pulled me into her. I thrust and she met me. I bottomed in her all the way and I pulled back to thrust again. We built our lust, I thought we'd see steam rising from our sweating bodies. On we went, for what seemed like several minutes until she squalled, reaching a hand for her husband who was now kneeling in front of her caressing her cheeks. She came hard and I came then immediately, this time in total exhaustion. My cock went limp immediately and slid out of Marci's pussy. Sweat dripped from my face onto Marci's back. We sprawled on the floor, panting. Clete, Brian and Collette hovered close around us.

"Amazing," Collette murmured. "Absolutely amazing."



Party On The Beach



I awoke that morning, still dreamy from my sleep, or actually the lack thereof. My name is David, I'm a 6'2" 180 pound muscular stud, at least I was in college, lately I have been feeling drained, and the sex with my wife had been getting somewhat ordinary. My wife was stunning, don't get me wrong, she is a tall, blonde haired beauty, 5'9" with perfect tanned legs that were helped greatly by our location on the coast. She had large tits, DD, and had large green eyes that I could stare into for hours on end. She woke me up that morning, running her fingers through my chest hair, and kissing me on the lips.

"I love you." She said sweetly.

"I love you too." I responded. "Lauren, I've been wondering, do you still enjoy sex as much as when we were first married?"

"David, I enjoy our sex very much, although I would like to try some newer things though."

"Like what baby?"

"Well, I was talking to my friend, Lisa, and her and Tom are in this swingers club, I was just thinking we need to break up the monotony, I'd get some new cock, and you could get some new pussy."

"I love your pussy Lauren, it tastes so good all the time, I could eat it for hours."

"Oh, really," she said, with great excitement in her voice. "How about you back up those words." I move in and kiss her, kissing down her body, nibbling on her neck and collarbone, and licking down her torso. Then I put my tongue into her slit, teasing her lips initially, then plunging my tongue into her deeply. I started nibbling at her pussy lips, using my teeth to stimulate them, and then nibbling on her clit, rubbing it between my teeth, and flicking my tongue against it.

Lauren was moaning loudly, as my tongue was dancing all around her pussy, and the sensation of my biting her was sending her over the edge. She came quickly, since I did not know that, she had been fingering herself while she watched me sleep, running her fingers up and down her wet cunt. After she had cum, she asked "Were you thinking about Lisa while you did that?"

"Yeah, for a little bit" I said with look down to draw Lauren's attention to my now rock hard cock. My 8 1/2 inches were standing at attention, which allowed Lauren to easily put her hand around it, as she started jerking me off. She then moved her head down, and nibbling at the head, biting the head, nibbling on it's edges, then nibbling down the shaft. She then put her mouth back on the head, kissing it, and extending her tongue over it, and plunging it into her mouth, taking inch by inch into her, until her nose was hitting my pubic hair, and she could smell the musky scent of my manhood. She ran her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. After already being hard, and Lauren sucking it made me cum very quickly, I didn't warn her at all, I just grabbed her head, and came right down her throat, then after it subsided, then milked it, letting my cum trickle onto her tongue, emptying it all inside her. She gladly accepted all of it, swallowing it, and savoring the sweet taste.

"So you want to go to their next meeting, it's tonight." She said, although she knew the answer already.

"Yeah, where is the meeting?"

"It's at Tom and Lisa's beach house, tonight at 6:30."

"OK baby." I said, and got up to get ready for work. After Lauren had put the seed in my head, the clock just moved slower and slower. I was lucky to have a slow day, which allowed my mind to drift, imagining my wife's mouth around his cock, and how she used her teeth to nibble and tease it. Also wondering how Lisa's pussy tastes, and how she would look sucking my cock. My imagination was interrupted when my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey sexy, you still want to go tonight?" Lauren was on the other end. I looked at the clock, and realized it was 5:15, and I needed to get home to get ready for the meeting.

"Sorry, baby, time got away from me, I'll be home in a little bit, bye.

"Bye." With that I hung up the phone, and hurriedly left the office, getting home at 5:40, walking into the door, and heading straight upstairs to join Lisa in getting ready for that night. We left at 6:15, which was plenty of time to get to the house, which was only 10 minutes away. When we made it to the party, and knocked on the door. Lisa answered, in a very small bikini, which did a great job of accentuating her long legs and curvaceous body although it was hardly covering her extremely large breasts.

"Hey ya'll" She was from Texas, and had met Tom when Tom and I were in South Padre for Spring Break. "Come on in, get a drink, and head out to the beach." We followed her out through the back of their house, which was on the beach, where about 5 couples were already sitting on blankets, and all were in various stages of undress and passion. As Lauren and I sat down, Lisa sat next to me, and Tom sat next to Lauren. The four of us have swapped before, and being around them made us much more comfortable when they started putting the moves on us. Lauren watched as Lisa began kissing me passionately, and then rolled me onto my back on the towel. She began nibbling on my ears, pulling the lobes out with her teeth. Lauren instinctively began running her fingers over her pussy through her swimsuit, a flowery number that made men go wild. Tom was no exception. He leaned over, and put his hand underneath the bottom of her suit, and slowly slid his fingers into her. Lisa then undid her top, and pushed her large breasts onto my mouth, having me suck on her tits, which made her start to lightly moan. I was licking her nipples, then biting them, the intense pressure on them made her moan even more. Lauren was still watching, and moaning.

"Yeah, baby, but let's go somewhere else." He whispered into her ear, then helping her up, and leading her to somewhere in the house. I turned my full attention back to Lisa's massive tits, which were still in my face, and now heaving from her rapid breathing. I reached a hand down, and started rubbing her thong into her pussy. She moved up on my body, taking off her thong, and placed her wet pussy right above my head.

"You want to eat it, don't you?" She said, moving her hips up and down, letting it get close to my mouth, and then moving it up when I tried to lengthen my tongue to taste her. 

"Yes Lisa, I want to taste your sopping cunt."

"Good boy." She said, dropping herself onto me, letting my tongue finally get inside of her. Her juices were flowing freely, and dripping down my cheeks and chin. I began munching on her cuntlips, biting them, while my hands felt her plump ass. Lisa was moaning very loudly, her breasts bouncing up and down with the rest of her body. 

"OOOOOHHH, David, you are so good, I'm going to cum now, OHHHHHH" As she said this, she came violently, draining her energy as the waves of pleasure flowed through her body. She collapsed on top of him, and began kissing his chest and neck while she recovered.

"Lisa, would you be willing to share for a little bit?" A woman had walked up and sat down next to us. "Rusty is busy over there, so I thought that I could join you two." She pointed toward another group, where two guys were pumping a petite woman.

"Sure, Ashley."

"Hi Ashley, I'm David." 

"I heard from Lisa's moans." I blushed, although I was smiling at the compliment. Ashley was much smaller than Lisa, about 5'2" very curvaceous, she had a nice round ass, blonde, and beautiful pouty lips that just begged to have a cock in between them, hopefully mine. The women were both naked, although I still had on my swim trunks. "Lauren, I think we need to do something about the shorts he has on." With that she began kissing my stomach, and Lauren followed her lead, but then she got up, and went back toward the house. 

"I'll be right back, I just need to check on something." Ashley then undid the knot at the waistband of my shorts.

"Lift." She commanded, grabbing my shorts and yanking them off of me quickly, pulling my cock down with them, and when they went past, it sprang back up and hit my stomach. "Wow," she said "this is going to be more fun than I thought." With that she lowered her mouth onto my cock, kissing the underside of it, holding the head in her hand, while she kissed my balls, and took one into her mouth, sucking on it. I moaned softly at the great sensation. She looked into my eyes, as she put her pouty lips around the head, and spread them, and lowered her mouth around my cock, the moistness sent me over the edge, I grabbed her hair, running my fingers through it, as my hips gently went up and down. She fondled my balls with her hands, and put her hands up my chest, rubbing my nipples, running her fingers through my chest hair. 

"I'm gonna cum baby, be ready for it." Her response was her sucking harder on my cock, I moaned one last moan, then grunted as my cock exploded in her mouth, my cum drenched the insider of her mouth, she pulled her mouth off, and ran her hand up the shaft, letting the last few drips go onto the head of my cock, then she put her head back down onto it, licking it off. I sat there, regaining myself, as she moved herself up on my body, looking me in the eye.

"Baby, want to go to the hot tub?" 

"Sure, just let me grab my trunks."

"Don't worry, you won't need them." She said, raising her eyebrows, as she grabbed my hand, and drug me indoors to find the hot tub. As we entered we heard loud moans and screams, which became much louder upon us getting closer to the hot tub, which was indoors on the deck. As I entered I saw a sight I was amazed at, my wife was on top of Tom's cock, bouncing up and down, while Lisa was rubbing her pussy, and making out with Tom simultaneously. Ashley and I walked in, she went and sat on the other side of Lisa and Tom, and began rubbing Lauren's tits, and sucking on her nipples, which Lisa saw, and followed her lead. I sat down in the hot tub, slowly stroking my cock, as Lisa looked over, and then half swam-half walked to me, and took up a position much like Lauren was, She was bouncing up and down on my cock, her tits moving up and down simultaneously. She took her hands and began rubbing them together, my hands were around her hips, balancing her during her ride. 

"You like my tits don't you?"

"Yeah, they're beautiful." She leaned forward, again pushing her tits in my face, this was heaven, having my cock ridden, hot tub, large breasts in my face, and it was in this moment, that I came again, inside her pussy, then pumping her up and down a few more times so she got off, and all the cum had left my cock. She climbed out of the tub, I could see that Ashley was taking her turn on Tom, and Lauren saw Lisa's position, and came over.

"You like that Dave?" 

"Oh yeah baby."

"You're worn out, but I still want to taste your cum." She then kneeled on the seat of the hot tub, and started eating out Lisa's recently came- in pussy. She dove in nose first, eating her hard, pulling her head out every minute or so, and I could see her face, glistening with a combination of Lauren's juices and my cum. In that moment I sat back in the tub, thinking how we would have to do this again some time.



Party, Party, Party



Michelle hated parties. 

Hard work to organise, a mess to clear up and in-between, boring conversation with boring people whom she hardly knew. Everyone knew that Michelle hated parties.

There was a song that went 'Everyone loves to party'; well count her out of that. Bad music blaring out, guests that would never otherwise pop around for a coffee, crappy food that would never make the table on a normal day, there were no redeeming features.

Derek, her husband loved them. She wondered how they had managed to survive all these years together - except possibly as an attraction of opposites. He enjoyed impressing his work colleagues with the lovely old house that they lived in, that she had chosen and decorated. He liked loud thumping music, talking 'work' with his mates whilst holding a warm beer - and waking up with a hangover. Michelle despised these things.

So, as rarely as possible she would surrender to his endless suggestions for a reason to invite his friends. This time it was not even a proper reason for a party as far as she was concerned, which strangely was better than some silly anniversary, New Year, Halloween or some such nonsense. Just a random date meant that there was no pressure for a theme or fancy dress and there was much less stress.

This time it was St. Valentines, which she never had any regard for -- it was merely an excuse for florists and restaurateurs to double their prices and for couples who were about to divorce to get stupidly schmaltzy and declare their everlasting love.

So here she was cleaning and scrubbing, shifting furniture in the lounge that merged into the kitchen and worrying about menus whilst he stayed at work blissfully unaware of the effort that went in to organising these shindigs.

She didn't have anything to wear. That was another problem that he wouldn't understand, he just saw a closet full of clothes and assumed that she could wear anything in there. But of course she needed something new, something different. The whole ensemble -- shoes, the lot. Jewellery she could manage; she had a good selection already but people never noticed that they had seen a necklace before.

Eventually the house was clean and she had a shower to recover herself. Next she would need a trip to the mall to purchase a new outfit, so she dressed simply in a dress that was easy to take off, to simplify the trying on of clothes in tiny cubicles.

When she looked in the shops it was difficult. That was another thing she was supposed to enjoy but didn't. Other women might be in ecstasy choosing a new dress but she struggled to get excited especially for an event that she would happily cancel. 

Michelle looked at dresses, skirts, blouses, pants but nothing was 'flying off the rail' at her. There were black outfits, red outfits, blue outfits. Was there anything suitable in the world? It wasn't as if nothing would fit. She knew that some women were very short, very tall, thin or fat and could never find clothes that fitted. But she was slim, fit, average height, blue eyed. 

The only thing was her red hair that clashed with some things. Plus of course her breasts which were large, which meant that manufacturers assumed that she had fat arms. Arm openings were always too loose and showed the side of her bra, or had sleeves that were just plain baggy. Never mind, if she could get it right she had assets that still caught everyone's eyes even as she was reaching her mid-thirties.

She wanted something conservative but interesting. Not 'Mother of the Bride' or 'Immature Teenager'. Something to impress her husband's colleagues but not be ridiculously out of place. Something that would please her husband but not give his friends cause to scoff.

She had been in this position so many times; every party that she had been to, to be exact. Then a thought came to her.

If she pleased Derek endlessly with these stupid events, inevitably he would continue with them.

What she needed to do was to put an end to them. To embarrass him in some way that he didn't want to do it ever again.

Soon she saw the ideal outfit. A dress a little too short, a little too tight. Single shouldered, leaving a bare arm and a low scooped line over her left breast. It showed her almost to the nipple and continued showing skin right around the side to below her shoulder blade. It even managed to be low cut over the right side and displayed her ample cleavage.

Black, always the most flattering shade, it shimmered with a silvery sparkle. No way would she be able to wear a bra underneath, but it was fitted with a loose lining across the breasts to conceal and protect her modesty. 

'Well,' she thought 'those big girls had better stand up for themselves tonight.' She tried it on and stood sideways to the cubicle mirror. Her chest showed no sign of sagging, although -- or maybe because, she always wore a bra when in public; usually a big battleship of a garment as she was normally very discreet about her shape. Plus her sessions at the gym had kept her well toned so she had good legs and a flat stomach.

She complemented it with killer-heels; the sort that someone once called 'fuck-me shoes'. Then she admired the full effect again in the mirror. 'Wow, that really cuts a dash'. She was transformed into a man-eating siren, the sort of woman that she would normally hiss at and call a slut under her breath.

Michelle paid for the dress and shoes, then made her way across town to her hairdresser. To their surprise, she insisted on a change to her usual style and had her hair piled up transforming her into a vamp.

When it was finished and Michelle was driving home however, she had a sudden change of heart - a lack of courage to go through with the plan. 'Maybe next time,' she pondered. 'I'll just put on what I wore last time and change the jewellery.'

*  *  *

When she was ready to dress for the party, alone in her bedroom Michelle did her make-up and then tried on the outfit, just for fun. Under the dress her bare flesh was a little wobbly and she decided that she needed some support. She raided her lingerie drawer and put on a safe pair of panties and a lacy basque which cupped her breasts, giving her a little support although it didn't cover her nipples. It was strapless and the laces at the front could be tightened enough to hold everything firmly in place. It had suspenders which meant that she had to put on a pair of stockings, luckily she had a pair with traditional seams at the back. 

The basque had been a Christmas gift from her husband years earlier and they had christened it enthusiastically before breakfast. It was black with red trim and made her look a complete slut but it would be better than being naked under the dress -- not that she intended to go through with it any more.

She pulled on the dress and shoes and stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror to admire the effect. To be fair it was spectacular, she could tell. Not her normal style at all.

She then looked in the dressing table mirror to check out the rear view in the full wardrobe mirror behind her. The unfamiliar aspect of the double reflection took her by surprise and she went cold at the transformation.

Her legs appeared to be twice their normal length, her ass was more prominent than she had ever known; emphasised by her incredibly short dress and waspishly narrow laced-in waist. Her shoulders appeared bare; the single strap over her right shoulder was spaghetti-slim and almost invisible. Her tits projected as if they were silicone bolt-ons and her mane of red hair was piled high so that her height was out of reach of the mirror.

There was a problem - her stocking-tops were visible. She leaned over slightly; the giggle-band could be seen clearly. Did anyone still call it that? Get as far as that and you're laughing, they used to say.

She removed the stockings and then found that the suspenders could easily be detached from the basque. Problem solved.

Another check in the mirror - her legs were still tanned from a winter-sun holiday so didn't look bleached deathly white. She found that the black lining of the dress was a mere strip in front of her boobs and it could be seen against the paler flesh. The rest of the garment showed an impression almost of the skin underneath and the outline of the basque could be made out.

She lowered the top of the dress and saw that the lining was attached by a couple of loops so she removed it and pulled the top back up over her chest. The dress looked much better with her natural body underneath, but if she looked closely the outline of her nipples was visible through the material. She decided that it was too obvious and she looked too much like someone recently escaped from a Paris bordello.

She blanched at the thought of being seen in such an outfit and started looking for an alternative; something boring and respectable, something that had been worn before.

Just then she heard the sound of the back door opening downstairs as her husband returned home. There were the sounds of feet on the stairs, then the bedroom door opened and Derek entered.

There was a long pause as he stood still and took in the scene, then he breathed out heavily. "Bugger me, is that your dress for tonight?" Then he laughed, "You're not wearing that, you haven't got the bottle."

She flared angrily. "What if I do, is that a challenge?"

Derek sat on the edge of the bed and snorted. "Ridiculous. My friends will choke on their tongues. You're not eighteen any more, act your age."

She sat down at the dressing table and fumed. How dare he? The dress wasn't that bad. Anyway the whole point was to put a stop to these horrible parties. She decided; that was it, she would wear it. However, she wouldn't get into a fight at the moment, she'd bluff it. The fight would come later, afterwards when the deed was done.

"I know, I wasn't meaning to. I'll be wearing my long green dress with the gold belt."

"Good, wear something decent." With that, he turned and left for the shower. Shortly Michelle could hear the shower running so she took off the dress and pulled on a robe and slippers and went downstairs.

*  *  *

Michelle finished preparing the room for the party. The table was laid, snacks and nibbles spread out. Ice filled the bucket and lagers and wine filled the fridge. There was a pot of chicken stew for main course, this was put on to simmer slowly. It was a routine that she was well used to so it didn't take long.

Soon Derek came down, wearing a bright shirt and tight jeans. He started getting the music ready as Michelle went back upstairs. Man-work, she thought; she had done most of the preparation for his party, he turned up at the last moment to potter around with some music tracks.

Soon she heard the front door open; the first of their guests had arrived. She shed the robe and slippers then pulled the dress and high heels back on. She gave her make-up a final check and added simple stud earrings and a gold necklace.

She admired the result in the mirror; damn she looked hot. She remembered the words of her late Grandma: "When you're dressed to go out, it's guaranteed that you're overdressed. Take something off."

Hmm, there wasn't much there. She could already, possibly, make out the outline of her nipples but the scrap of lining wasn't beautiful and to be honest she wanted the slutty look anyway. She didn't want to put something else on, the idea was to remove the excess. A bit of jewellery? Either the earrings or the necklace -- but the earrings were essential and the chain link necklace dipped perfectly into her cleavage and nestled between her breasts.

She turned around and looked at her rear profile. She could see the black panties through the dress. The elastic was cutting into the tops of her thighs and she had the worst thing ever -- a Visible Panty Line. She hitched the dress up and removed the panties.

She needed a thong, but she wasn't sure that she had a really nice one in her drawer. Michelle took a couple of steps across the room, whilst still checking her rear. It was a real improvement and satisfied her Grandma's memory. No knickers? That was totally slutty and she felt naked and nervous at the prospect. But the view from the front and back was so good. Luckily she kept herself well-shaved so there was no patch of pubes visible, just a clear, clean body-line from her hips down to her lean thighs. She liked it.

She heard more guests arrive downstairs and the music had started.

As if in a dream, she slowly descended the stairs. As she approached the front door she could feel cool air on her pussy where she was normally covered by her panties and the roughness of the dress without a bra felt unfamiliar against her breasts. She could feel her nipples stiffening and a moistness between her legs. Would they be able to see that she was going commando? At the hallway she turned to enter the main lounge and opened the door, standing still as the music was suddenly louder.

*  *  *

It appeared that all the expected guests were present and they all turned to look at the vision silhouetted in the doorway. There was a complete hush in the conversation for several seconds.

Emboldened, Michelle stood up straight and strutted into the room. She had not felt such a sensation in her breasts for many years. She quickly looked down and saw that her nipples were protruding clearly through the thin clinging material and were standing out like the proverbial truck wheel-nuts. 

She recognised Derek's boss and his two colleagues together with their wives. All the men were wearing jeans and smart shirts, the women were in dresses much more respectable than hers. More cleavage on display than on some other days, as befitted St. Valentines evening and some ankle-jewellery to indicate romantic intentions, but more Cougar than MILF for sure.

She swayed her hips for added effect as she crossed to the drinks table. "I'll have a red wine, is everyone sorted?" She could feel her dress move across her bare buttocks.

In front of her, Russ, Derek's boss stepped forwards and picked up a bottle. "Shall I pour?" In the corner of her eye Michelle saw his wife Hannah flash a glare at him. He didn't notice, his eyes were fixed firmly on her chest.

She waited for Russ to give a generous slug of wine into the large glass, then sipped it with a quick swirl of the liquid. It was pleasantly fruity but they had had similar wines many times before. She noted that the candles had been lit around the room and the music was softer, more romantic than she had feared.

She was suddenly surrounded by Russ and the other two men Mike and Richard. For the first time in many years she was the centre of attention. Giddy with the fuss around her, Michelle drank her wine and flirted shamelessly. Her glass was refilled and a plate of nibbles passed to her. She was suddenly enjoying this, a sensation that she was not expecting. 

Normally Louise and Angie, the respective wives of Mike and Richard were very much more the party animals and would behave outrageously before being reined in by their spouses. 

This time, the conversation centred around her. Jokes were cracked for her and she laughed willingly at them. More wine was poured and more snacks passed as the soft music continued.

She noticed Derek talking to the wives Hannah, Louise and Angie. They were simpering at his conversation and befuddled by the alcohol, she couldn't put up with that. Was he flirting? Holding her glass in one hand and a vol au vent in the other, she made her way between the guys and across the room to Derek. Suddenly the room was swimming from her wine and she had to check herself. 

Once steadied she reached Derek. "Hi, hunn'. You all okay here?" 

Hannah and the other women seemed unusually frosty. Derek had thin lips, "We're good here, you enjoying tonight?"

Before she could reply, she realised that the vol au vent was crumbling in her hand and was falling to the floor. She bent down, teetering on the high heels. She picked up the pastry, looked around for a bin and dropped the debris in one that was conveniently placed under the table.

Looking around the room, Michelle noticed that the guys behind her were standing still, staring at her. Mike's mouth was open.

She wasn't too drunk to work out what had just happened. Her too-short dress had ridden up her ass when she had bent over, her legs had been well apart for extra balance and she had flashed her bare pussy straight at them. 

She could feel her face reddening, her legs started to buckle but with an effort she locked her knees straight. 

She looked back to Derek and the women. Derek's eyes were wide open, glaring at her but the three women were smiling. She saw Derek's mouth move and his hand came up to paw at her but she instinctively stepped back to avoid it.

Then she noticed fresh air circulating on her chest and followed the eyes of her husband, which were aimed several inches below her face. Her left breast had popped completely out of the dress and was swinging freely, unrestrained by any garment except for the tiny platform of the basque which held it out for all to see. She quickly grabbed the top of the dress and hitched it over the loose boob. 

There wasn't a great deal of spare material but she managed to conceal the nipple again.

The music was still pumping and flushed with embarrassment she felt the need for a distraction. This was way more exposure than she had planned.

She started to sway to the beat and caught hold of Derek with her empty hand. "Let's dance." She placed her glass on the table and dragged him to the centre of the room.

He held her close and steadily as they moved slowly to the music. "Well, I did have the bottle. How are their tongues?" Michelle giggled nervously.

Derek did not seem amused, "They're keeping the floor clean, I've never seen people lick the floor whilst standing upright."

Around the room she saw that the other couples had come together and were all dancing and talking. Talking about her no doubt. How could she make such a spectacle of herself, she wondered? If the floor could open up she'd offer herself willingly to be swallowed.

She felt Derek's hand on her hip, then slide gently down to her thigh. It didn't have to go far before it was on bare skin. He moved, backing her towards a corner and then his hand was up, caressing her bum. He looked at her with a quizzical expression, "Heck, are you wearing anything at all under that dress?"

She thought that this was hysterical and laughed, "I do believe that I'm not. I'm seriously busted." 

His hand moved around to the front and suddenly she was being groped like a teenager at a disco, his fingers between her labia feeling the moistness and on the very entrance to her vagina. Just as quickly his hand was being removed, just as she separated her thighs to allow better access. She felt disappointed. 

His eyebrows lowered, "What the bloody hell are you playing at? These are people that I work with."

As Michelle staggered on her heels again however, she brushed against him and felt a bulge in his trousers. Clearly he wasn't as upset as he appeared.

She leaned in to whisper in his ear, "You challenged me, remember?"

"Not to show everyone your left breast, you harlot."

Emboldened she sniggered at the quaint term of abuse, "I think you'll find that they saw more than that when I bent down." 

Derek didn't seem to understand what she was saying, but she was feeling the effect of the wine and her legs were struggling to cope with the high heels. It would be much easier if she sat down.

Without warning her ankle buckled sideways and she collapsed in a heap on the floor. Uninjured as Derek caught her and helped her to her feet again, she hobbled to the sofa which was against the side of the room.




Party, Party, Party



Her dress seemed slack but his arm was around her waist, crushing the basque into her. As she slumped into the soft seat, she realised that the thin strap over her shoulder had given way and was hanging down. The release of tension allowed the right side of the dress to fall down, exposing both breasts together. 

Not only that but the skirt had ridden up and her splayed legs as she sat were showing her shaved pussy to anyone who cared to look. And they did. And by God she was aroused seeing everyone present inspect her exposed body. This was the most fun that she'd had in her entire life, she was sure.

Michelle tried to hitch up the top of her dress but there was nothing to hold it and her left breast was firmly exposed, even if she kept the right side up with her hand. With resignation she dropped the strap and left her hand fall to her side. Let them look; they had all seen it by now anyway. She could play the slut and enjoy it, she'd worry about the recriminations tomorrow. She was, she concluded, quite drunk.

She made an effort certainly. She closed her knees together and pulled the hem down to hide her pussy. She had to raise her backside off the sofa to get the dress down far enough to do this; in doing so it seemed that she thrusted her pussy in the air for everyone to have a better look.

She kicked off the shoes and felt better immediately with the cold floor beneath her bare feet. What was going on with this party?

"Come on everyone, dance" she commanded, taking control. "It's St. Valentines and it's time for lovers to get together."

Michelle dragged Derek to the centre of the floor and started smooching, grinding against his groin, not worrying that her dress was fallen and allowing both her breasts to be free. The basque was still performing its duty, supporting from underneath but not hiding them.

Derek's hands were on her buttocks, gripping her. That felt good, as she saw the other couples also dancing to the slow music.

As they turned around, she saw that Richard and Angie were embracing, he with his hand on her ass. 

Mike was slowly undoing buttons on Louise's blouse as she threw back her head and laughed. Eventually a blue and gold bra could be seen and Louise pulled free. She always had to be the star of the show and didn't like it when someone else was in the limelight.

Louise twirled around, letting everyone see her underwear. Her tight skirt was undone at the top button and her blouse was working its way free.

*  *  *

Michelle broke free and started dishing out the chicken main course. The broken dress sagged over her hips and Angie strolled over behind her. With a whoop, Angie grabbed the damaged dress and pulled it down to the floor just as Michelle was holding the big pot in the air.

Suddenly not only her breasts were exposed but her bare ass and pussy. Angie and Louise shrieked with laughter and then crouched down to scream when they noticed the complete lack of panties. Michelle was trapped holding the hot pot with the dress being tugged around her ankles so she stepped out of the dress completely allowing Angie to run around the room holding the garment.

Michelle continued serving the food; there seemed little to be gained by chasing the dress in circles.

Russ and Hannah seemed amused by the antics - Michelle saw that Russ made sure that he got a good eyeful of her body. She was now feeling quite turned on by being made an exhibition of in her own home and made no attempt to conceal herself.

In the meantime, Louise had disappeared to the bathroom but reappeared shortly carrying her tights which she stuffed into her handbag which was lying at the side of the sofa. It was apparent that Louise was jealous of the attention when she stood in the centre of the room and slowly stripped off her skirt and blouse. She continued dancing around wearing her expensive looking lingerie; her bra was matched with cropped panties styled like tiny shorts. When she was done and happy that everyone was watching her, she relaxed and took her skirt back from her husband and dressed again.

Michelle was struck by the absurdity of her planning a strip-tease by first removing her hosiery, just to be looked at.

Michelle handed plates of food around, happily exposing herself. She now wore just her red and black laced-up basque with her jewellery and felt fantastic. She refilled drinks and cleared plates and eventually the others stopped paying attention to her and normal conversation resumed.

After a couple of hours they all settled down on the sofas and armchairs, as was usual in these parties. The music stopped, allowing the conversation to flow more naturally. Then someone noticed that the clock had turned 2am and it was late. 

Russ and Hannah were the first to make their apologies, hug and kiss everyone and leave. Soon to follow were Mike and Louise then lastly Richard and Angie.

Michelle started to clear up the mess left, but Derek took her by the hand and led her to the hallway. She climbed up the stairs as he followed, stroking her ass and between her thighs. By the time they reached the bedroom she had erect nipples and was moist once more. He returned the compliment by developing a stiff bulge in the front which she released by unfastening his trousers.

She climbed onto the bed and knelt over, presenting her rump to her husband as he undressed. Derek needed no more invitation and took her from behind, entering her easily. He pounded away as she spread her knees widely to give him as much access to her body as she could.

She reached underneath to stimulate herself with one hand and grasped his balls with the other as she balanced with her head crushed into a pillow. He came soon enough, thrusting with extra effort and grinding himself as deeply as possible. He relaxed and felt her vagina tense around him as she came. Then slowly they drew apart and Michelle lay on her back with her knees wide apart so that the product of their lovemaking trickled slowly into the crack of her ass. He sat and watched as the fluid disappeared; this always fascinated him no matter how many times he observed it.

Michelle stood and he unfastened her basque, allowing her breasts to fall naturally. He nuzzled and kissed her 'big girls', then she was off to the bathroom to clean up.

When she returned he was lying naked in bed, so she climbed in and started fondling his testicles. Soon he was asleep and Michelle wondered if her plan had worked. Whether she had put a stop to his parties or if they had simply changed direction. Only time would tell, quite frankly right now she didn't care any more. 



Party People



Steve watched Susan as she slept in the passenger seat next to him. He hoped this red light would last a little longer as he admired the firmness of the back of her thighs. She was laying with her feet and legs tucked up on to the space between them and the tight and very short shorts had snugged up nicely into the folds of her ass and crotch. He felt himself salivating as he stroked his hand along her smooth skin. 

As his arm moved he couldn't help but notice the muscles of his own arm rippling. Having been a competitive athlete in college, he was proud that he had been diligent in keeping in shape. He didn't think of himself as narcissistic, but he was glad he took enough pride in his looks to do the hard work to keep in top shape. He had a nagging fear that if he didn't, his sexy wife would find some stud who did. 

Susan was in to sex and he remembered the first time he saw her. She was literally dancing on a table at a frat party. She was a hot little freshman chick with a tight ass and great tits. All she had on was a pair of bikini panties and a very wet t-shirt. It was lust at first sight for him, but he doubted she would give him the time of day. 

Just by luck, she lost her balance and fell off the table, right in to his arms. One of his buddies said that since Steve caught her, she was his for the rest of the night. She just smiled and draped her arms across his muscular shoulders and snuggled her face into his chest. She reeked of beer and tobacco and she was wet and sticky, but his cock was delighted by his good fortune. He carried her up to his room in the house and placed her on his bed. Since he was a senior, he had a private room and he locked the door. She sat up on the bed and whipped off her shirt. Her firm 34C tits jiggled and he was fascinated by the total lack of tan-lines. It was August and he expected tan-lines since her skin was a golden color that told him she had spent the summer in the sun. She tossed the shirt on to the floor and slipped her panties off. Steve was amazed that she had no tan-lines on her hips either. She sat back against his pillows; her elbows resting on the bed and one leg drawn up slightly. He literally drooled when he saw that her pussy was shaved. It was the first bare pussy he had ever seen except in magazines. She smiled the mellow smile of drunkenness and then slipped down the bed and fell asleep. 

In the morning he awoke with her bare body pressed against him. She was kissing him on the neck and her legs were wrapped around his thigh. He could feel her pubic bone bumping against him as she rocked in a sexual rhythm, still asleep. Steve was a gentleman, even though his cock didn't want to be. He just held her and enjoyed the sensation of her body humping against his. A few minutes later she opened her arms and pushed back.

"Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Steve. Who are you?"

She kissed his pec. "Steve, huh? You're cute. Did we fuck last night?"

"No, you were drunk and you passed out so I just let you sleep."

"You wanna fuck now?"

What could he say? No? This hot little 18-year-old beauty wanted to know if he wanted to fuck and he was going to say no? Not likely. So they fucked. It wasn't a great fuck. He had only fucked two girls before and yet his cock was in control now. He had to piss and so the sensations were just too intense. In just a few minutes of spasmodic thrashing his load volleyed from his shaft and filled her hot pussy. Still, she kissed him tenderly and snuggled against him again.

"I like you Steve. We'll have to do that again sometime."

She drifted off to sleep again. Later that day as she borrowed one of his t-shirts and a pair of workout shorts he learned her name was Susan.

There was the brief toot of a car horn and Steve looked up in time to notice the car next to him starting to move. The light had changed and he quickly shifted the RX8 up through the gears. He stole another glance at his wife, wondering how he had managed to keep her all these years. 

Their relationship had not really blossomed that first year. They occasionally ran into each other at school and Susan came by the frat house for parties but Susan was a little too wild for him. He remembered always feeling a little threatened by her beauty and sexuality. When he was around her he felt like a pretender who was about to be discovered at any minute. She was too hot, too pretty and too crazy to be interested in him. He wondered if at some time she would break into laughter and let him know that she only talked to him because she was bored. He dated other girls and she played the field pretty vigorously. 

But several years later they started seeing each other more regularly. She had calmed down a little after one of her regular guy pals had died of liver disease. Suddenly she realized that mild mannered Steve was a pretty good friend. He was level headed and he could be fun, and he had been a gentleman that first night. Maybe he really was the kind of guy she should keep around for a while.

To Steve, being with Susan was a little like playing with firecrackers. It was a little scary but every night when you realized you still had all of your fingers left there was a sort of exhilaration. He wasn't always comfortable with the way it made him feel when she acted crazy, but it saved him from the boring existence he might otherwise have. He liked that his wife was so animated and outgoing. He kind of got used to the fact that they always seemed to be the center of attention at parties and gatherings, although he knew that it was she that was the center of attention, he was just a hanger-on. 

When they got married her parents had given them a week in the Poconos at some secluded resort. Susan was the life of the party every night and Steve suspected that more than a couple of honeymoons were somewhat disrupted by her almost outrageous behavior and the obvious appreciation of the young husbands. She never lacked a dance partner that entire stay.

Steve thought about the coming two-week vacation with Susan's friends. He was looking forward to spending some time with Jaqi, his favorite of Susan's buddies. Because they had both been athletes, they shared a special bond, somewhat heightened by their commitment to physical fitness. They had often worked out together. They gently pushed each other to try a little harder, do one more set or at least another rep or two. He kind of blushed to himself thinking of how he had, on more than one occasion, worn short workout togs and no jock or underwear, hoping Jaqi would peek up his shorts and be impressed with his endowments while he spotted her bench press. Jaqi never mentioned anything, but he thought he had noticed her nipples harden a few times. Steve often thought that if he hadn't hooked up with Susan it would have been nice to hook up with Jaqi. Her tight little body and bouncy step always fascinated him. He loved that she almost always wore skintight workout clothes. On the odd occasion that she actually wore sweats she still looked good. But he strongly preferred the other look.

He always took advantage of every opportunity to touch her; patting her on the back or rubbing her shoulders after a workout. Once he had even patted her ass, like a football coach pats a player. There was an electric jolt on his hand when he realized what he had done. She turned to him and smiled, but didn't say anything. He liked the firmness of her toned body, he liked the intense look in her eyes as they paced each other around the running track, the fluid movement of her limbs as she ran, and he loved the way she smelled. 

One time Steve and Jaqi had gone to her old gym and he helped her up to the parallel bar and as he lifted her by her waist the tresses of her hair flowed across his face. He was momentarily smothered by the fragrance of her hair and he wanted to kiss her shoulder. It had been just an instant but he remembered it still. He liked that she was so physical and yet totally feminine. She always seemed to be touching him. He didn't know if she was flirting or just a touchy person, but he liked it either way. But even with Jaqi he felt a bit of insecurity. He wondered if she shared any of his feelings. He wondered if they would even be friends if anything happened to Susan.

Steve glanced at Susan again. Now she was sitting up, but still dozing. He marveled at the swell of her breasts as they jiggled with the slight bumps in the road. Steve liked the deep scoop neck of the top she was wearing and was somewhat relieved that she wouldn't be wearing it to play tennis or golf. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra and he liked that. 

He knew the other guys would like that too, especially Mario, Maria's husband and Jaqi's husband Mandrake's cousin.

On more than one occasion he had noticed Mario openly ogling Susan. Mario thought of himself as something of a Latin Lover and he made no effort to conceal his lecherous side. And Susan was at least his match. She had it and she had no trouble flaunting it. She often fired innuendos and entendres back and forth, shaking her ass or her tits for emphasis. Where Steve felt a little guilty for touching Jaqi's butt, Mario had no qualms at all about touching Susan's. When they played golf Mario always made a point to hug the girls when they dropped a putt or hit a nice drive. He let his hands roam freely across their asses and even was so bold as to reach a couple of fingers up the hem of their shorts to pinch a little cheek whenever he got the chance. And the girls all seemed to love it. Steve realized that he liked Mario least of all. 

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Mario entered the kitchen where Mandrake and Maria were setting out the ingredients to one of their famous salads. He picked up a large ripe tomato and hefted it as he would a baseball. He even made a time-lapse pitching motion with it.

He slid his arm around his wife, nudging her with the crotch of his shorts. "Besame chica." He almost whispered in her ear. His deep soft voice was sultry, like something from a cheap movie. She turned and they kissed. He squeezed her ass with his free hand.

"Ay dios, Mario." She said. "Can't you see we're busy? We got knives and other sharp things here, you could get hurt!" She playfully shifted her body away from his grasp.

"Hey, Mandrake. Do you know what a ripe tomato and woman have in common?"

Mandrake thought for a second. "They're both firm to the touch and the good ones are a little tart?"

"No, but that's good. What they have in common is if you bite them just right they squirt!"

With that Mario bit the tomato and, sure enough, it squirted a stream of juice and seeds all over his wife's white halter-top.

"Oh, caramia, I'm so sorry, here, let me help you with that." He quickly grabbed a wet dishcloth and dabbed at the mess on his wife's top, immediately turning the fabric almost transparent.

Maria pushed his hands away, shaken and embarrassed that he had done that with Mandrake so near. "Cochino!"

Mario laughed, as he got a dry dishtowel from a drawer and handed it to Jaqi. The wet area was above her breast and nothing intimate was revealed. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean for that to happen."

She smiled at her husband and she felt her heart flutter as she looked into his warm brown eyes. He was so like a bad little boy that always seemed to get into trouble but then win her heart. "I know honey, but leave us alone, please. We are very busy." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and pushed him toward the door.

Mandrake shook his head at the banter. He liked Mario and Maria, they kind of reminded him of scenes from his own childhood, always joking, always apologizing, always laughing and kissing. Secretly, he was a little disappointed that the wet spot was not in a better place. He was very attracted to the rich color and texture of Maria's skin and hair. Although she carried a few extra pounds, she looked very good to Mandrake. She was the kind of woman you could get physical with and not worry about hurting. He watched as Mario patted her on her ample ass as he walked out. Suddenly he realized why she reminded him of Jennifer Lopez. It was the booty. Round and shapely, accented by the tight jersey shorts she was wearing. He could tell that she had on thong underwear. 

"Mandrake, you watch out for her with those knives! One time my buddy Richie got a little too fresh with her. He copped a feel of this badonka-donk and she did the Lorena Bobbit thing on him!"

"Mario! I did not! Mandrake, don't listen to him. He's not talking sense now."

Mandrake smiled, quietly. 

He and Maria worked like a team in the kitchen. Sometimes when they worked together they didn't even talk, they both knew what to do and what the other was going to do as well. Both of them were avid cooks and they traded recepies and cooking ideas all the time. Whenever they could, they collaborated on dishes. Mandrake loved to prepare seafood and breads and Maria loved to experiment with salads and veggie dishes. Mandrake lifted the dishtowel from the rolls that were rising on the counter top. They were swelling nicely. He sprinkled a little of his secret herbal combination on to the tops. 

Mario took a long swig of beer and looked at the rolls as well. "Every time I see rolls like that they remind me of ..."

Maria looked at him, shaking a knife at him playfully.

"Never mind...I forget." Mario made a quick cartoon exit from the room.

"He is so nasty! I worry about him getting in trouble at work with his little jokes and stuff." Maria chuckled, but deep down inside she knew it was true. She didn't know that Mario had gotten two minor Sexual Harassment complaints from women at work in the past year.

Mandrake smiled. He wished he could be half as spontaneous and free as Mario. Jaqi sometimes called him her stick in the mud. Mandrake feared that most people saw him as a sort of overly serious and stuffy guy. He rarely let his personality shine through at work, so most people didn't know him very well at all. He sometimes felt like Abbott to Jaqi's Costello.

Mandrake saw a little sparkle of sweat on Maria's temple and another shining in the valley between her ample breasts. It was warm in the kitchen, with the oven on and the two of them trying to get things to come out right. Maria's hands were in a crusty flour mixture she was preparing and without thinking, Mandrake grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at the dampness on her forehead and chin. She smiled appreciatively. He looked at the glistening on her chest and thought better of dabbing there as well. She smiled. He watched her unfettered breasts sway with the action of her arms and hands. He picked up her glass of chilled Chablis and lifted it to her lips. She sipped it and then smiled. "Gracias."

As he looked out through the window over the sink, Mandrake watched Jaqi and Steve as they bent over the railing, watching the waves gently lapping on the beach. They were standing close, side-by-side. Jaqi's right arm was around Steve's waist. Steve was wearing a sleeveless shirt and tight workout shorts. They had just returned from a run down the beach and Jaqi was dressed similarly. They both wore training shoes with socks. As Jaqi gesticulated with her left arm Mandrake smiled. He loved the shape of his wife's arms and legs. Their shape and proportions were better than any sculptor could have made them. The ruby and diamond bracelet sparkled in the sun as she talked.

A few minutes later the salad preparation was almost done and he was moving to the preliminary clean up stage.

"Hey, too quiet in here!" Jaqi said as she burst through the swinging door. "Mario said I should check on you two." She grinned at the embarrassed look on her husband's face. "Are you guys about done? Do you need any help? Do you need drinks?"

After dinner the couples cleaned up the few dishes and sat around the deck talking and joking. Each person found some reason to toast someone else so it wasn't long before the laughter was a little too loud and the giggles were a little too frequent. Suddenly, Susan bolted to her feet.

Steve looked at her, startled. "What's the matter hon?"

"I have to pee." She announced loudly. Everyone burst into laughter.

"Do you need any help with that?" Mario offered.

"Not sure, maybe." She took Steve's hand and he stood up to go with her, not sure what was going on.

"Silly!" She laughed as she pushed his chest, knocking him back into his chair. She turned and headed for the bathroom.

"Okay, if you need any help, just let me know." Mario offered again as she slid open the patio door.

"Mario, I think she'll be okay in there all by herself." Maria told him.

A few minutes later Susan came back on to the deck. Trailing behind her was a 5 foot length of bathroom tissue tucked in the waistband of her shorts. Everyone except Steve noticed it immediately. 

"Hey, pony, nice tail!" Jaqi blurted out hysterically. She could hardly control herself.

Mario began giggling hysterically as well. He spewed a mouthful of beer as he laughed. And beer came out of his nose..

"Susan, dear, ah, your...ah...tail is showing." Mandrake laughed, his eyes filled with tears.

Steve fell out of the chair as he tried to grab the paper as it fluttered by in the breeze. "Honey, honey, honey, come here, here..." He beckoned Susan over.

"I knew I should have gone to help her." Mario laughed.

"Oh, poor thing." Maria said, barely able to contain her laughter too.

Susan twirled around, like a dog chasing her tail. She kept trying to catch the paper with her hands.

Steve finally regained some control and he grabbed her and pulled the paper out of her shorts. He wadded it up and put it on the small fire pit in the center of the deck.

Susan smiled at him. "Okay, I propose a rule: Nobody goes to the restroom alone...buddy system is required for the rest of the night." She sat down, triumphantly.

"Well, okay with me, as long as we get to choose our buddies." Mario said.

"Okay, you can choose, and the choice can't say no." Jaqi said.

"I choose Mario." Maria said

"No, no, no....no spouses!" Jaqi said sternly.

"Okay, I choose Mandrake. " Maria countered shyly.

"Okay..." Jaqi pointed at Steve

"Ah..." He looked around nervously. He looked at Susan as he tentatively said, "No spouses? Ah...Okay...I choose Jaqi."

Jaqi turned to Susan. "Jaqi!" Susan shouted. 

"Nope, already taken!"

Maria?" 

"Alright! A little lesbo action!" Mario clapped his hands.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Mario demanded. "Does the choice work both ways? I mean like am I Marias' partner and she's mine? Or can I choose someone else when it's my turn? 'Cus if not this is fuckin' going to end with a fuckin' guy-guy thing too. 'Cus I fuckin' wanna choose fuckin' Susan. An' now I fuckin' gotta go take a fuckin' piss real bad."

Susan grinned as she stood up again.

They went in to the house and Mario headed for the restroom. Susan boldly walked in behind him which sort of caught him off guard. He didn't know what to expect but he didn't really expect this! He quickly pulled his dick out of his pants as she stood watching. She put her warm hand on it, feeling it stiffen immediately. Susan laughed and then stepped out of the room and closed the door.

When they rejoined the group they were greeted by catcalls and whistles. To add effect, as they slid the door open, Susan said, "...and it was sooo big and hairy!"

Maria laughed. "She must be talking about his belly!"

After another round of drinks, Steve realized he needed to use the facility. He stood to head to the house. He wobbled a little from the alcohol.

"Hey Steve, where're you goin'? Don't forget your buddy." Mandrake said. 

"Yeah, where are you going? Do you need help?" Jaqi asked.

Steve blushed as he extended his hand to her. Jaqi grinned broadly as she vamped at the group. "Why thank you sir, I thought you'd never ask." She popped out of the chair, almost knocking Steve down as she used him to catch her balance.




Party People



When they entered the bathroom she closed the door. He was reaching for the zipper of his fly but she brushed his hands away and bending over, took the little metal tab in her teeth. She lowered the zipper carefully, noting the bulge that sprang up behind the fabric. He stood silently, dizzy from the booze and stunned by Jaqi's boldness.

She giggled as she moved away from him. 

Without too much hesitation, he fished his fleshy hose out of his pants and carefully aimed at the bowl. His stream was powerful and noisy as it splashed in the water. Jaqi watched quietly. Her mouth watered as she admired the length and girth of the piss-bloated branch. Her alcohol-numbed senses didn't register that this was an unusual situation for both of them. When Steve finished, he carefully put the still stiff tool back in its place and zipped up. Almost out of habit from doing this with Mandrake, Jaqi ran her hand along the bulge when he turned. Steve flushed bright red and gasped at her touch. As they opened the door, they were greeted by the rest of the group and a bright flash from Mandrake's digital camera. Steve realized that he was still very hard. He hoped it didn't show in the picture.

As the night progressed, it seemed that the partners became an on-going situation extending beyond bathroom breaks. The night was cooling so they all moved into the living room. Mario and Susan were spooned together under a blanket on the floor. It looked like Mario was handling her tits pretty confidently. Susan seemed to be drifting off to sleep. Jaqi and Steve paired up on a couch and Mandrake and Maria got cozy on one of the lounges. 

"Hey, Steve, this is one nice little rack you get to play with my man! These nipples are like fuckin' little rocks.!" 

Steve noticed that his wife seemed to be rocking her hips back and forth against Mario. Her eyes were little slits as she looked at him through her lashes. Her lips were formed into a little bow of a smile.

Jaqi turned her head so her lips were touching Steve's ear. "They look very sexy, your wife is so hot." He could feel her breath against his skin. He ran his hand along the tight muscles below her ribcage. 

"You're pretty hot yourself...I've always thought so."

"Why don't you take me to bed?" She whispered in his ear. "I don't think Susan would mind one bit if Mario did the same for her...hell, she might not even notice."

After a few more minutes of snuggling, Jaqi quietly slipped off the couch and took Steve's hand, leading him to the bedroom. His body trembled with nervous anticipation as she closed the door.

She quickly dropped to her knees in front of him and deftly dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. His meaty member sprang at her as soon as it was loosed. At the same time she was undressing him, he helped her disrobe. In seconds they were in a nude standing embrace. Steve was overcome by the intensity of the moment. Jaqi rested her head against his chest and slowly stroked her nails along his spine from the top of his butt crack to the nape of his neck.

In the living room, Maria and Mandrake had drifted off to sleep, warm in each other's arms. 

Mario rolled Susan so she was facing him and he undressed her under the blanket. She put up no resistance. It had been a long time since she had been with a man other than Steve and she was hoping Mario would give her a good rough handling and a fucking to match. Steve was a great lover, but sometimes Susan just wanted to fuck and Steve didn't like to play as rough as she did. She made no effort to hide what they were doing as she helped Mario out of his clothes. The blanket they had been using fell off of them as she straddled his hips and impaled herself on his rampant cock. In no time at all she has lost all interest in sleep and had become a sex crazed slut. She bounced lewdly on his cock. 

"Fuck me baby. Make me cum! Play with my tits! Fuck....fuck meeeeee!"

Mario wasted no time on foreplay. If she wanted a fast and furious fuck, he was going to give her what she wanted. He pounded his ass against the floor as he jabbed his hips up and down to meet her sopping cunt's every motion. 

They didn't last long. As soon as he felt her pussy tighten in her first orgasmic clinch, he grabbed her leg and quickly but carefully rotated her so she was facing away from him. Then he rolled them both over so they were in the doggy position and he rammed his cock in to her repeatedly until he felt the mind numbing sensation of a major cum. 

"Fuck Susan...you are so fuckin' hot baby...fuck...fuck...fuck...take my scalding load you fuck hungry bitch! You fuck like a cum slut...fuck...fuck!"

As his body was racked by the pleasure, he collapsed on to her. They lay on the floor panting. He pulled to the blanket over them to stay warm. His cock was still hard and she worked her magic muscles on it for several more minutes until they both drifted off to sleep. 

In the bedroom Jaqi and Steve began a slow and passionate session of sexual pleasure. He gently kissed his wall all over her tight little body, spending extra time and attention on her flat firm belly and on her perky upturned tits. He worshiped her nipples and the cleft between the sweet mounds. He licked his way up her neck, sucking gently on her earlobes as he carefully rubbed his engorged member against her straining clit. He didn't want to go any faster than she wanted. He loved the feel of her arms around his neck as she held him close. Gradually she moved her legs so that they were around his hips. She sensually bumped her pussy against his rod, hoping to give him the idea that she wanted more. 

After several minutes she moved her body so that the slimy head of his shaft as bumping against her love hole. Still he seemed to be unsure of what she wanted. She began slowly undulating her hips, like a dancer responding to some slow erotic beat, carefully working her love farther down his pole. When he felt the head was fully inserted, he pulled his head back and looked Jaqi in the eyes. She was smiling and nodding, here eyes were almost closed. She kissed him on the mouth.

"I've always wondered what this would be like." She giggled.

Once Steve was clear on the message, he committed fully to the sinful pleasure at hand. He moved his hips with hers and suddenly she was fully impaled. 

Their session lasted for a long time. Steve was a skilled lover and Jaqi was too. They worked together to extend the blissful sensations as long as possible, approaching the brink, backing off, approaching again, backing off again. There was almost no verbal communication, just the sounds of breathing, kissing and moist motion. They didn't change positions. They just made slow romantic love.

When finally the inevitable happened, they both held each other tight and gasped. They kissed over and over again. Then they just lay there, enjoying the afterglow of the special moment. They drifted off to sleep too.

In the morning the room was bright when Jaqi opened her eyes from a very sweet dream. The aroma of coffee being prepared in the kitchen filled the room wafting through the slightly ajar door. She looked at the clock as she gathered her clothes and headed for the adjoining bathroom. Steve was just stirring as she bent down, still naked, and kissed his cheek.

Once cleaned up, she strode into the kitchen. Out on the deck Jaqi saw Susan and Mario laughing and talking animatedly. 

Mandrake was busy chopping veggies and grating cheese. A bowl of shredded beef was on the counter next to the dozen eggs. Maria had made a bunch of fresh flour tortillas, she placed the last one on the stack and carefully covered it with a clean dishtowel. Jaqi noticed a large hickey on Maria's breast, less than an inch from where her nipple was barely concealed by her low scoop necked blouse. 

"Morning sweetheart!" Mandrake said to her, leaning over to kiss his wife. "Sleep well?"

Jaqi kissed him back, pulling his head to hers. "I did..." She smiled, not sure how the morning would develop. Then she noticed the tent in Mandrakes dark shorts and what looked like a handprint made of white flour near his crotch.

Maria smiled at her warmly as she offered a cup of coffee. Her blouse fell away revealing pointy nipples that looked a little tender. 

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Omelets or breakfast burritos?"



Party Planners



Trisha sat next to me trying to disguise her excitement with casual attitude. She picked up her drink, pretending to join back into the conversation, but before she sipped she put her free hand to my face and turned it to her. She gave me a light kiss on the lips, nothing too sexual for the room, but as she sat back she quickly swiped her finger under my nose. I felt the cooling moisture left behind as she sat back and sipped her drink, nodding interestedly at the conversation in progress around the table; innocuous chatter about neighborhood happenings. I inhaled, detected a musky scent. I smiled to myself, also pretending to listen and be interested. I waited a few seconds until someone began a rambling story of landscaping, holding everyone's attention but ours. I inclined my head and spoke in a low tone, only for her ears.

"Yours?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she acknowledged in the same private voice, keeping her eyes forward. We were practiced at this. 

"Nice," I commented. My cock stirred in my crotch, imagining. 

"Where?"

"The garage," she commented. Our hosts had coolers of beer and drinks set up in their two car garage, with a door off the kitchen. "With Mary," she added, keeping it between us. Then in a public voice she joined the story with brief details of our own landscaping issues. She sat back and allowed the conversation to resume without her. 

"How?" I asked. 

She leaned her head on my shoulder, pretending to nuzzle my neck. "Sat on the cooler. Just us two," she hissed in my ear. "Pulled up my skirt and stuck my fingers in while she watched." My cock swelled in my pants and I squirmed. She sat back up. I glanced around at the crowd, but they were none the wiser, discussing dandelions and lawn watering. She finished the last sip of her drink and stood. "Anyone need another while I'm up?" Someone asked for a beer and off she went. I sat, thinking about her, our game, her teasing. She was gone longer than it took to get a beer. 

When she returned she apologized for taking so long, put the beer on the table, and motioned to me. "There's someone I want you to meet," she lied, and I excused myself from the group. She led me out to the back deck and took me to the rail where we could talk privately. I had my back to the crowd, facing her. She put her hand to my face. Her fingers were still damp at my nose. I inhaled; the scent was sharp and clear. She pushed then into my mouth and I sucked. 

"Janice," she said, and my eyes opened wide. I let her hand slip from my mouth and moved next to her, standing side by side at the railing, our backs to the crowd. We talked in quiet excitement. 

"Quiet little Janice? Really?"

She nodded and grinned. "She not so quiet, either. What a mouth on her," she quipped. "And that's not all." She leaned to me and kissed me. 

Her lips and tongue tasted of excited cunt, and I moaned in her mouth. "Oh, you devil," I said as she pulled back, grinning proudly. 

"Just a little," she smirked, "she didn't cum."

"Where?" I asked again.

"Guest bedroom. She'll be back there in an hour. I told her you were going to fuck her into next week," she said, smiling broadly. 

"What about Mary?"

"She's mine," she said in no uncertain terms. She leaned to me and hissed in my ear, her hot breath sending tingles down my spine to nestle in my growing cock. "I'm gonna make her eat my cunt while her husband fucks me." She kissed my cheek. "Gotta go. See you in a about a half hour?"

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I said, raising my glass.

"Aw-w, too bad, I plan to," she mocked, and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my uncomfortable bulge. I waited until it subsided before going back inside. 

I mingled, drifting from group to group for a while, listening to pointless chatter. I saw Mary in one of the groups; she looked distracted. Her husband, Terry, wasn't around. I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw Trisha in the empty hallway. Her eyes brightened and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. She was flushed and her hair was a little mussed. That taste. I pulled back my mouth and gave her a quizzical look.

"Terry," she grinned. "I sucked his fat cock. Can you taste his cum? I saved some for you!" She whispered as one of the neighbor women walked around us into the bathroom. I think I heard a snide comment as she passed, but it was under her breath. 

"I thought you were going to fuck him?"

She pulled her head back, her arms still over my shoulders. "I am," she assured me, "but I want him to last longer, so I get a nice long fuck," she hissed quietly, "and I get to really torment Mary!"

"Wish I could watch," I said, as we separated and headed back to the main room. 

"But you'll be busy," she confirmed. She pulled my ear to her mouth and whispered hotly. "You'll be shoving that beautiful cock into Janice!" She looked at her watch. "Five minutes. You better get going." I kissed her, a little peck, and smacked her ass playfully. She scooted away and disappeared into the crowd. 

I made my way down the hallway to the guest bedroom; Trisha and I had scoped it out early in the evening. The door was closed and I glanced up and down the hallway before opening it. Janice sat in the edge of the bed, nervously playing with her fingers, backlit by a single lamp. 

"Janice," I said.

"Hello, Troy," she replied meekly. 

"Why are you still dressed?" I accused, putting her off balance. 

"I - I wasn't sure..." She trailed off.

"You weren't sure you wanted my cock? Or you weren't sure I'd show up?"

"Th- the second. That you'd show up," she murmured. 

"So you want my cock?"

Her eyes lowered. "Yes."

"Where? Show me where you want it." 

She tightened her lips and froze a second, and then her fingers moved down her thighs to the hem of her skirt. She shifted her weight a little as she pulled it to her waist, slipping the back up from under her butt. Just to make her more uncomfortable, I looked directly into her eyes as she exposed her thighs and crotch. I waited, staring, until her legs parted. She was biting her bottom lip, and her cheeks glowed red.

I looked between her legs. She wore no panties, and her pussy was shaved. "In your cunt, Janice? You want my hard cock in your cunt?" I opened my belt and pants and pulled the zipper down. "The same cunt you let Trisha lick, you slut?" I pushed my pants down, then my boxer briefs, and my semi-erection flopped out, filling and rising. 

She sucked breath through her teeth. "Yes," she hissed. 

"Did you like her mouth? Did it feel good?" I grinned at her, and stroked my shaft slowly, showing her the full eight. "She liked it. Do you want to lick her pussy, too?" Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn't answer. I stepped towards her, dropping my pants to my ankles and stepping out of them, removing my shirt. "If I shove my hard cock inside you and fuck you good, make you cum on my cock," I said, looking down at her, "will you lick Trisha's cunt?"

"Yes-s-s" she gasped, and fell back on her elbows, pulling her feet to the edge of the bed, her knees up and parted. "Just fuck me, please!"

"With pleasure," I told her, and stepped between her legs. With one hand I rubbed my cockhead on her labia, watching them part and open, welcoming me. I moved it to the top of her slit where her swollen bud was pushing out from under its hood. She inhaled sharply as I made contact. I rubbed my pre-cum on her clit and her head fell back. I pushed it down to her opening and held it there, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from her depths. I waited. 

"I'm going to watch you," I told her, pressing the head in to fit inside her opening. "I want to watch you lick my wife's cunt, you slut!" and on the last word I pushed the full length inside her. She let out a loud moan, and I leaned over her to clamp my hand across her mouth. "Quiet!" I said, and she looked up at me with panicked eyes. "You want everyone to know you're in here getting fucked? You want your husband to find out?" Her eyes were wide as I began sliding in and out, and she shook her head under my hand. I released her mouth and her lips were tight. I pushed all the way inside her, hard, and she blew out a silent breath.

"You like that, Janice?" I asked her. "You like my big cock pushing all the way inside you?" She nodded, teeth clenched, lower lip hanging a little, and breathed heavily. "Did Trisha tell you how good it would feel? Did she get you all hot for my cock, make you want it?" I loved this part, making them confess their desires. It was cruel, but it gave them the opportunity to voice their desires, to not hide from themselves. Trisha was great at turning them for me, and I didn't disappoint. My cock was long, and fat, and made her squirm under me as I fucked her. "Did she convince you to want my cock in your slutty cunt while your husband is in the other room?

"Yes!" she spat. "Yess, fuck me with your beautiful fat cock! Fuck me better than Frank! Oh, fuck me!" That was what I wanted to hear, and my body reacted like I was shot out of a cannon, slamming her hard; I went in all the way on the first stroke and immediately began long, full strokes, pummeling her hole. 

To her credit she didn't scream as I hit bottom, but the tendons in her neck distended and she pulled a pillow over her own face. I heard her muffled moan as her body tensed from the initial impact, then watched her hand lose its grip as her hips began thrusting back at me. The pillow slipped from her face, and her eyes were wide and glassy, focused on the ceiling. I slipped a hand behind her head and angled it so she faced me. She closed her eyes, and I stopped thrusting until they opened. 

"Wha- why did- what are-"

"Look at me when I fuck you, Janice. You wanted my cock; I want you to watch me fuck you." Like Trisha, making Mary lick her cunt while she fucked Terry, we both got off not only on seducing, but making them face it, admit their pleasure. Some kind of dominance thing, I guess. Feeds the libido. "Look at my face. You see me?"

"Y- yes," she stammered, her mouth hanging open, and I started long, slow strokes into her again, and she groaned. 

"Good girl. Take my cock," I hissed at her. "Take it in your hungry wet cunt. Look at yourself." I pulled her head down until her chin was in her chest and slipped the other hand under her ass, curling her body up into itself. "Look at your cunt taking my cock." I looked, too. Her lips were stretched wide around my wet shaft, and it glistened with her juices as it slipped in and out of her. Fucking hot. "You like that, Janice? You like seeing my cock fucking you?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," she cooed softly, "yeah, fuck me good, Troy, fuck your cock in my pussy!"

I released her and she settled back, my ego fully stoked, and I gripped her thighs, held them to my chest, lifting her pelvis up so I could sink fully into her. She groaned softly as I grunted, feeling the tight sheath of her cunt squeezing me as I entered and withdrew. I pressed fully inside and ground my hips against her, feeling her pubic mound pressing into mine, grinding on her clit. She gasped, and began to tremble with the beginning of an orgasm. Damn, I love watching a woman lose herself in climax! 

I began alternating full strokes and grinding against her until I sensed her getting really close, then pounded her, hard and full, grunting as I smashed our wet parts together. She panted, then stopped breathing, her eyes open and glazed, and I felt her legs tense against me. She started to tremble, and shake, and then clamped her hand over her own mouth, muffling her scream as her cunt exploded, squirting a clear liquid out of her. She started thrashing, and her squirt ignited my own climax, crashing through me like a sudden thunderstorm. I felt my own legs tremble as my balls clenched and my semen blasted through my cock, filling her cunt with my hot cream. Her orgasm stopped receding immediately and reignited, and she came again as I filled her with my hot cum. 

Spent, I left my cock inside her and rolled her to the side, laying on the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and I listened to her breathing in my ear as we came down. I stroked her hair until I felt her stir. She lifted her head and looked at me. 

"I'd better go," she said. "Frank doesn't know where I am." She smirked. "I guess you don't have that problem." She pecked me on the lips and extracted herself from me. She stood, and cum dripped from her onto the carpet. 

"That's gonna be hard to hide," I teased. 

"Fuck," she said, and bit her lip thoughtfully. Then her eyes narrowed and she picked up her panties where they had fallen. She balled them up and looked at me as she lifted her leg, placing her foot on the bed, knee to the side. I watched as she stuffed the balled garment into her cunt. 

"Okay, that's different," I grinned. "Might be hard to explain later," I jested. 

"I'll think of something," she quipped, and finished straightening her clothes, looking when she was done as though nothing had occurred. She smiled again, and leaned down to kiss me as I pulled my pants on. 

"Good fuck, Janice?" 

"Excellent fuck, Troy," she answered, "but I suspect you already knew that." She straightened up. "That's one hell of a cock you've got there, and you know how to use it." She looked at me thoughtfully, then shook her head in disbelief. "Tell Trisha I said thanks." 

"Anytime," I waved. "I enjoyed the hell out of it."

"Maybe..." She said, and blew me a kiss and slipped out the door. I finished dressing and went hunting for Trisha. Knowing her, she might not be finished yet. She'd said she was going to use the master bedroom, the slut, and I bee-lined down the hallway until I found the door, checked to make sure no one was around, and slipped inside. They were dressing. 

"Have fun?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah," Trisha answered. "We all did, didn't we," she added, looking at the married couple. Terry grinned proudly and nodded. Mary lowered her head. "Terry fucked me good, baby. Almost as good as you. And Mary!" She approached the other woman and put her fingers under her chin, showing her blushing face. "Tell Troy what you did, sweetie. Don't be shy."

Mary blinked rapidly and took a deep breath. "I licked the cum out of-" she glanced nervously at her husband, then gritted her teeth and jutted her chin. "Out of her cunt," she stated defiantly. "I sucked Terry's cum from her cunt!" she repeated. 

"Good girl, that's it; be proud of yourself," she said, stroking the other woman's hair. "You should have seen her, Troy. Slow to start, but once she got going, she was quite the slut for me, weren't you, Mary?" 

"Y- yes," she stammered. "I'm your slut, Trisha," 

"Fucking incredible," I gaped with admiration. Trisha could turn anyone once she set her mind to it, and she'd had little quiet Mary in her sights for months. The woman never stood a chance. "Next time maybe you can suck my cum out, huh, Mary?"

Terry blanched, and Mary flushed redder, but she held her head up. "Yes, I think I'd like that," she said quietly. I heard a derisive snort from Terry and looked at Trisha. She glared at him. The amused sneer on his face withered under her gaze as she approached him. 

"Is something funny, Terry?" she asked him. 

"Uh, n- no," he stammered, "Miss Trisha," he added, lowering his eyes. 

"Be careful, young cock," she warned, and faced him a few steps away. "You see this," she said, parting her feet slightly and cupping herself between her legs. "This is your Mistress," she told him, emphasizing her sex with a tug of her hand and a small thrust of her hips. "You live for this, now, understand? You and your pretty Mary, you live for this cunt." Terry nodded silently. "Don't you forget it, or next time it might be you sucking my husband's cum out!" He nodded silently again, and I was astounded at the completeness of her conquest; like so many others before, she had them in her thrall. "Good," she added, then stepped to Mary. She kissed her, deep and wet, and I watched as the other woman trembled in her arms. Trisha broke the kiss and whispered something in the woman's ear. Mary smiled, but her eyes flickered and she swooned. Trisha smiled back at her and released her, then motioned dismissively for them to rejoin the party. They left, silent and changed. 

There was no sense of urgency for us to leave. Our hosts, a little over a year ago, had been the ones leaving the bedroom as new conquests. I imagined that at some time in the future Mary and Terry would host a party in their own house, and Trisha and I would ensnare new subjects. Most of the rest of the guests were oblivious, of course, except for the lucky few we had seduced in the past. 

"So," I asked, "it was good?"

She stepped into my arms and wrapped hers around my waist. "Delightful," she sneered. "Oh, God, they were easy, and so eager. You should have seen her, Troy, eating cunt like she was born to it!" She kissed me, and I tasted pussy. 

"Seems like you tasted some of your own!"

"Well, I WAS born to it!" she jibed. "I made her beg me, first, the slut!" she added with an evil grin.

"What was that you said to her there, at the end?"

She grinned at me, pressing her hips into mine, and chortled. "I told her that if her husband didn't behave I would make him suck your cock!" I laughed with her. "How was Janice?"

"Outstanding," I told her, "hungry for cock, dutifully obedient, and wonderfully appreciative," I told her. "You did a masterful job on her. She told me to tell you 'thanks'. Did you know she squirts?"

"Oh, my God, no!" she exclaimed. "Oh, we should have her over..."

"She sprayed right up my chest, like a fountain!"

"We could do her together. Oh! We should make her give herself a facial!" She hugged me, tightly, and we kissed again. 

On the way out the door, I told her about Janice shoving her panties up her cunt to prevent dripping. "Really?" she asked, liking her arm in mine, and strolling casually, just another married couple enjoying ourselves at a party, talking quietly. "I'm gonna go find her and take them out," she hissed diabolically, "and stuff them in her mouth!"

Life is good, no doubt. We rejoined the party, giving a slight nod to our host and hostess as we mingled.



Party Play



Somehow over the course of the party, eight people ended up locked in a bedroom, me being one of them, playing a game that I didn't understand, where the consequences were loosing clothes. Needless to say, mine ended up in a pile on the floor next to me pretty quickly. Four guys, three girls in various states of undress and the party's host, Terry, passed out on the bed. I had started out the night wearing a cute blue top and white capri pants. Not knowing I would end up without them, I was glad I had chosen a sexy combo of a pink lace bra with a matching sheer thong. Very early in the game I had been the first one in nothing but my underwear. I was quickly joined by several others. By the time my buzz had caught up with me, it was me in my panties and bra, Jessica in her black lace boyshort panties and white tank, Lacy in a pair of jeans and green bra, James in his boxers, Devin in his jeans and no shirt, Toby in a t shirt and boxers and Kevin fully clothed in a polo and cargo shorts. 

I was left with the unsettling feeling that I was going to be the first one completely naked along with the fact that I only knew two people in the room, Lacy and James. The unsettling quickly faded and became replaced with a curiosity of the others and a bit of naughty thought as I played out the end of the game in my head. After all, it hadn't been my first time playing a strip game. After a few more rounds, I was topless, holding my c-cup breasts in my hands, trying to hide the excitement in my nipples, which wasn't helped by the cool air in the room. Jessica had lost her panties and was sitting bashfully trying to hide her sweet kitty from everyone's exploring eyes. Lacy was left in her green bra and matching thong while James was still in his boxers, the other two, Devin and Toby were both down to their boxers. By now I had figured out that Jessica and Toby were an item and were trying to help each other, but to no avail. Toby was having to deal with the fact that we were all trying to peek between her thighs at her cleanly shaven mound. 

Before I knew it, I was sitting Indian style, completely naked, barely trying to hide anything I had. By now I was ok with all seeing my perky breasts with their erect nipples and my bare swelling lips. After loosing her tank and standing completely naked in front of us, Jessica decided it was time to round up Toby and leave the room. It was down to Lacy, still in her bra and panties, James in his boxers and Devin in his. I knew continuing to play the game after loosing all my clothes, if I lost again, I would be subject to a dare, but that didn't bother me. In fact, it excited me and I only hoped I might get to do something that would get me off, or at least give me a memory to go home and get off to. I could tell by looking across the circle we were sitting in that Devin's cock had risen in his boxers and he was making no attempts to hide it. I had never met Devin, but by seeing the tent pitched in his boxers, I was hoping I could see more of him. Just imagining what it would look like springing out of his shorts, I could feel the wetness between my legs and the warmth increasing between my thighs.

Another round came and went and down came the boy's briefs. Devin wasn't shy and stood up. Leaning up to my knees and reaching across the circle, I grabbed the bottom of his shorts and gave them a firm yank towards the floor. Watching his fully erect member spring free and hearing the skin to skin slap on his stomach did nothing but excite my lower lips even more. Devin was completely shaved which helped the size of his cock stand out even more. While I was leaned across the circle, on all fours, pulling his Devin's boxers from his feet, James reached over and gave a firm slam onto the cheek of my ass. Catching me off guard as my attention was focused on thinking about Devin's cock, I jumped back with a scream. We all made a quick look over at Terry, who was the only one fully clothed on the bed, he hadn't moved. He was still out, didn't even budge by the loud squelch. 

Devin sat back down, his eight inch cock pointing at the ceiling as James slid his boxers down his legs and over his feet as he stayed seated. James' cock hadn't reached its full potential yet, but you could tell it was going to be shorter than Devin's, though much thicker. James was well trimmed around his cock and had freshly shaven his balls as if he was anticipating some action at the party. I couldn't help but take several looks back and forth at both the boys excited members. The art on display hadn't gotten past Lacy either, she was trying to be coy, but I caught her taking several extended looks as the boys settled in for another round. 

The reality set in that one or several of us would be taking a dare on the next round, so a few rules were set. The first being that the dare would last for fifteen seconds, next it could not involve actual sex, but foreplay was on the table. Next, if there was only one looser then they would do a dare alone, if there was more than one looser then they would do the dare together. The final being it included both sexes, two or more people. Meaning girl/girl, guy/guy, guy/girl/girl and so on. I had never seen any boys messing around with each other, I wasn't completely turned on by the thought, but maybe something quick wouldn't hurt, but then again, one of us would have to propose the dare and I felt pretty sure that James and Devin wouldn't volunteer.

And of course, I loose the next round and not only do I loose but I'm the sole looser. Great feeling right. I'm thinking they're gonna make me finger myself in front of them. Not that I would have been against it, but Devin was the first to blurt out the challenge.

"You have to sit on Terry's face and grind."

"WHAT!" I was a bit taken back. The last thing I wanted was for him to wake up and my pussy juices be running down his face while I'm humping away on him.

"He's not gonna wake up, he shit faced." Lacy responded.

She didn't even a have my back. James reached over and shook Terry, who was laying on his back, head flat on the bed. Hesitantly I stood up. Devin told me to sit on Terry's face facing them, which meant my ass would be up around his eyes and my swollen lips around his mouth. I carefully climbed on the bed and reached my leg over Terry's limp body. Straddling his face on my knees, my heat was just inches from his face. Taking a nervous look back at the group, I saw eyes of excitement upon me. Lacy volunteered to count as I lowered my leaky lips down to Terry's face. As I landed, Terry's nose poked right into my asshole, sending a tantalizing chill throughout my inner walls. I could feel my pussy soaking itself as I began to slid back and forth on Terry's face. I rubbed my glistening slit over Terry's lips, leaving behind a taste of myself for when he woke up. As the excitement started to fill me, I arched my back, causing Terry's nose to slip from my asshole and into my slit, spreading my lips and slipping just inside me. I let out a moan as I began to gyrate my hips, virtually fucking his nose. Lacy got to fifteen and I didn't want to stop, but she yelled "TIME!" Causing me to pounce off of Terry, back to floor fearing it would wake him up. With my pussy in my hand as I huddled on the floor, scared of being discovered, I look back at Terry. His whole face glistened from the liquid I had so pleasure fully deposited, and he didn't even flinch. I wanted nothing more than to finger bang myself to orgasm right there, but there was more game to be played. 

Relaxing a bit, I checked out Devin and James and noticed both had their cocks in their hand, James' being fully loaded by this point. 

"Like that did you guys?" I asked.

"Not as much as you did." James smarted back.

A slight blush came over me as I covered my swollen honey with my hands, leaving my pink nipples staring at them, and them staring back. I could tell Lacy had gotten excited by watching my dare and was softy teasing her clit through her panties as she hid her hands between her legs as she was seated with her legs straight out and crossed. The next round Lacy lost and boldly slid her bra down her arms and exposed her swollen rosie nipples on her large c cup breasts. Hers were a fuller cup than mine, but weren't as perky. The boys were caught staring and James had to be reminded that he lost as well.

Before we had time to think of a dare, Lacy blurted out "You have to stroke your cock for us." Devin made no statements as he turned away not wanted to see it as James took his thick member in his hand and slowly stroked the length of his cock while looking back and forth into Lacy's eyes, then mine. It was obvious he was trying to focus on something else so he wouldn't loose it and blow his load and shoot a stream of warm cum across the circle onto us. I counted down and the seconds came and passed and James was relieved to be done with the dare. 

The next round came and went as Lacy and I lost. Lacy had it easy as she stayed seated and slid her green thong, which had developed a darker shade of green, down her smooth legs, exposing a freshly shaved mound. Her clit was in an obvious state of swollen that she tried to hide by keeping her legs together. She tossed them to the side as the two boys began whispering to each other about the dare that I must carry out. Again, before anything could be agreed upon, Lacy chimed in and said I must give James a lap dance, a nude lap dance, with James' cock at full mast. I tried to act shy, but I was aching to feel his cock on me. 

James stood up as Devin slid the desk chair out into the middle of the room. I could see the disappointment in Devin's face knowing the dance wasn't for him. James sat in the chair with his cock pointing straight up. There was no way I would be able to give him an appropriate dance without his cock rubbing between my legs. I stood in front of James with my bare back to him. I started dancing, which was a bit awkward without any music. I lowered my ass into his lap and felt his hard cock slid between the cheeks of my ass. I circled my ass in his lap, while his cock was pinned between my ass and his lap. I spread my legs and straddled the chair and lifted up off his lap. His cock sprang from my ass cheeks and came to rest in front of my pussy. Looking down, I could see his swollen head peaking out from between my lips. I lowered back down and rubbed my ass in and out of his lap, sliding his cock between the wetness of my lips. I could feel my lips spread slightly as my juices began coating his cock. I heard James let out a moan as I tried to contain my own. I stood up and turned around, again straddling the chair. I pinned his cock between my swollen clit and his stomach as I grinded up and down the length of his cock. He was well lubricated by my warm juices and I was easily sliding up and down his cock. James, who had contained his hands until now, began sliding them up and down my sides, testing how far I would let him go. Before I knew it, he was cupping both of my breasts. As he began to flick over my hard nipples with his fingers, I quickly stood up and turned around again. Standing in front of him with my legs together, I lowered my ass back into his lap. I sat higher on his lap this time, pinning his cock between his lap as it rested on the warmth of my pussy. I slid up his lap and felt the head of his cock reach my eager hole. Feeling it dip in just a little bit with the pressure, I slammed forward and the whole length of his cock plunged deep into my pussy. James let out a load groan as I began circling his lap with my hips while his cock was inside me. I raised off his lap, sliding his cock out and stopping just as his head was about to come out of me. Again, I slammed back down, causing him to let out another groan. 

"TIME" Lacy yelled. Causing all of us to look over at Terry, expecting him to wake and see me fucking James right in front of him. Nothing. Terry didn't budge.

I stood up and heard James cock spring out and slap against his stomach. I slid my hand down to my pussy and rubbed my fingers over my lips, feeling all the juices leaking from my loosened pussy. I sat back down next to Lacy and looked at James, who was still sitting in the chair, my juices glistening on his cock. He took his cock in his hands and gave it a couple of smooth strokes before sitting back down in the circle for the next round.

As the next round came to a close, Lacy and Devin found themselves as losers. I quickly dared Devin to eat Lacy's pussy. Lacy blushed as Devin was already getting in position on the floor in front of her legs. Lacy bashfully spread her legs as she held her hands over her face. Devin crawled up to her warm, swollen mound. As Devin's tongue began to circle Lacy's clit, as I sat behind her and aligned my legs with hers. She laid her head on my shoulder as I stroked my fingers through her hair. Lacy let out a combination of moans as Devin increased his pace around her clit. My hands found their way to Lacy's breasts and I began massaging them as she put her legs over Devin's shoulders, giving him more access to her slit. He began licking the length of Lacy's clit as her moaning increased. I could tell she was nearing orgasm and I knew the time was going to run out before she could reach it. I wasn't going to stop it though. 

"TIME!" James blurted out. I could see the disappointment in Lacy's face, the look of being cheated out of an orgasm. Devin sat up with a face full of Lacy's pussy juice. Lacy's whole body relaxed and leaned into me. After regaining some of her composure, she sat up and I moved from behind her. I knew James called it so we could get on with the game and he could receive or give the next dare.

The next round found James as the only winner, as unwanted as it may have been. James delivered the next dare as me giving Devin head while Lacy ate me out. Without hesitation, I stood up and guided Devin into the chair. I sat Devin down as I dropped to my knees. I turned to Lacy and motioned her over to us. I guided her to lay on her back, just in front of the chair. I straddled her and lowered down to my knees. Taking Devin's cock in my hand, I gave it a few strokes before I opened my mouth and took in just his head. As I began tracing circles around the head of his cock with my tongue, I lowered my ass over Lacy's face and her soft tongue found the slit between my legs. She made several passes up and down the length of my slit before focusing on my clit. She flickered her tongue back and forth over my clit, quickly finding a rhythm that caused me to begin moaning on Devin's cock. I was now taking his whole cock in my mouth, all the way down and all the way up, adding in a twist of my head. I firmly grabbed the base of his shaft as I feverously bobbed up and down, coating his cock with my saliva. 

Lacy had her hands clinched on my ass, spreading me just enough for the juices to escape my pussy and drip onto her face. Feeling her hand slid over, she gently slid two fingers in me and began sliding them in and out of me. This clearly wasn't going to get called at the time limit and James had had enough. He crawled between Lacy's legs and spread them wide. He began a quick assault of her clit as she quickened her finger fucking of me. I knew I was close to orgasm and began bucking my hips along with the pace of her fingers. Reaching a massive orgasm, I pulled the cock from my mouth and began a little moaning and a little more screaming as she continued to beat her fingers in and out of me. I felt my pussy explode as my cum came funneling out of me and splattered Lacy's face. My legs quivering, I collapsed onto her face as I rested my head on Devin's leg, still softly stroking his cock.

James had removed his tongue from Lacy's clit and climbed up her body. James had gently begun thrusting his cock in and out of Lacy's stretched pussy as she moaned into my splattered pussy that was muzzling her mouth. I stood up, releasing her mouth and faced Devin, who was still seated in the chair. I straddled his lap as I grabbed his cock. Lowering myself down, I guided his saliva covered cock into my still quivering pussy, I wanted to keep it going. I began sliding up and down on his cock as he massaged his hands into my breasts. He reached down and grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks. Knowing James was behind me, thrusting his hard cock deep into Lacy's pussy, I reached back and circled my finger around the bloom of my asshole. I pulled my hand away, and immediately felt a second set of hands on my ass. James had leaned in and I felt the wet warmth of his tongue against my ass, tracing the path my finger had just taken.

Lacy had reached her orgasm and was loudly moaning as James continued pounding in and out of her, splashing the cum from her pussy and onto the soft skin of her inner thighs. He had been pummeling her so hard, she had slid forward and her head was under the four legs of the chair, allowing him to get closer to my ass so he could lick and tease it. Lacy was holding onto my legs as her orgasm subsided and James pulled his cock from her cummy pussy. Both stood up and stood on either side of the chair. As I continued to ride Devin's cock, I grabbed James' cock in one hand and began stroking it as he played with my breasts. Lacy, on my other side, slid her hand to my ass and began to tease my ass hole. I began to massage her swollen red lips with my other hand as she slid a finger in me. She easily matched my rhythm and was fucking my ass while Devin's eight inches was was splitting my lips and reaching deep inside me.

I could see the orgasm building in Devin's eyes as I felt another of my own coming on. Devin's entire body tensed up as our orgasms hit simultaneously. His warm cum exploded inside me just as the walls of my pussy tightened around his cock. I made a couple last pumps on his cock to ensure I milked him of all his hot cream before standing up. I held my hand over my heated pussy, preventing any cum from escaping. Still stroking James' cock, I guided Lacy back to the floor and between my legs. I squatted over her as she opened her mouth, awaiting Devin's cum from my pussy. I gently spread my lips and inserted a finger into my cum filled pussy. Sliding my finger out, a thick stream of cum followed and dripped into Lacy's awaiting mouth. It was followed by several more large streams, filling her mouth to the point of overflowing. I couldn't believe how much cum Devin had filled me with. After all his cum had dripped from my pussy, Lacy crawled out from under me and kneed beside me as I rested on my knees, stroking both cocks, James's still rock hard and nearing orgasm and Devin's as it went ever limp. Lacy leaned in and began kissing me with a mouth full of cum. Pushing the warm cream into my mouth with her tongue, I couldn't fit it all and it oozed out past our lips and down our chins. She swallowed what she had left and I swallowed mine as James took his cock in his hand.

As Devin's cock fell limp and exhausted, Lacy and I kneeled side by side as James began stroking himself in front of our faces. As he reached his breaking point, Lacy and I faced each other and pushed our breasts up together, giving him more than enough cleavage to blow his cream over. I began licking Devin's cum off of Lacy's chin as it was about to drip to the floor. As she switched to me, and licked a glob of cum off my chin as James blew his load and shot a stream of cum over our tits. Thick and a solid white, he shot several more before our tits were completely covered with his cum. As he finished and collapsed to the floor, Lacy and I began rubbing our tits together, mixing in all the streams he had shot on us. She reached over and began rubbing his cum into my skin as I leaned down and licked a glob off of her nipple. After a few more licks, we both fell to our backs.




Party Play



Lying on my back, I rubbed my hands over my chest, allowing the rest of James' cum to soak into the skin of my breasts. Lacy picked up her panties and wiped the remainder of Devin's cum off my face, then wiped it off hers. I picked up my pink sheer thong and wiped the cum that escaped my pussy off the inside of my thighs. Giggling, I took the thong and walked over to Terry, who was still asleep on the bed. I unbuttoned his pants and slid the thong, along with my hand, down the front. I took his limp cock in my hand and stroked it several times before maneuvering the thong around his shaft. Leaving the cummy panties around his cock, I closed up his pants.



Party Pleasures



It was the alcohol that made the difference. Not that Steph really needed an excuse. The way she danced with carefree abandon held her male audience spellbound. Her best friend, Mel, danced with her. Both girls were fully aware of the effect their routine was having on the five men that watching them with hungry intensity. 

The office party had been in full swing. Steph and Mel had already drunk more than they probably should have. They were feeling good as they danced together, aware of the appreciative glances from their male colleagues. It came as no real surprise to Steph when she and Mel were asked if they wanted to move to one of the smaller rooms where things would be more private. 

Steph agreed readily. The memories of her recent blindfold encounter still burned in her mind and she knew only too well what the culmination of her "private" session would be. Intrigued, Mel was happy to follow along. Mel was aware of her friend's appetites and her reputation but had never seen her in action before. 

The room was an extension to the main hall and was sometimes used to accommodate larger parties. As they slipped unnoticed into the room the girls were aware of one of the men locking the door behind them. 

Steph and Mel looked around, briefly taking in their surroundings. The room was dimly lit but the music from the main hall was still quite loud. Steph was already aroused by the situation. Alone with five of the biggest hunks in her office. Too bad she'd have to share them with Mel. She began to dance. Her sensuous movements gaining approval from her male onlookers. With only a moment's hesitation Mel joined in. 

The girls danced together, putting on a show for those watching them. If Mel had any doubts left as to the outcome of their performance these were quickly dispelled when she saw Steph slowly and very deliberately remove her tight fitting top. 

Steph turned towards Mel and smiled. Mel smiled bag, gave her shoulders a barely perceptible shrug then began to undo her blouse. There were wolf-whistles and shouts of encouragement as the blouse fell to the floor. Suddenly Steph was helping her out of her tight jeans. Mel responded by unzipping Steph's skirt, letting it fall to join the other discarded items of clothing on the floor. 

Both girls were enjoying themselves as the danced in only their underwear. As they danced they began to get more and more aroused. The same could be said for their audience as they watched the show that was being put on for their benefit. The girls quickly removed their bras and, within moments, were slipping out of their knickers to dance naked in front of their admirers. 

Steph was turned on and ready for action. She offered no protest when Mike approached her and led her to where he and two of the others, Carl and Tim, were waiting. She noticed Mel calmly walking to where the other two were sitting. 

Steph's three were on her in a flash. She felt herself being lifted on to a table and lay back expectantly. Her body was being caressed all over by three pairs of hands and she squirmed with pleasure. Without warning, her tits were being sucked, a mouth clamped on to each. She turned her head to one side. The third man, Tim, immediately offered his thick cock to her lips. Steph smiled hungrily then licked the end with her tongue. She was rewarded with a gasp and she responded by parting her lips and sucking it into her mouth. 

Her position restricted her movement. Tim was aware of this and began to move his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Steph's eager mouth. It was only Tim's cock that stopped her from crying out when she felt a tongue begin to lap at her pussy. She could see Mike still concentrating on her tits so it had to be Carl that was eating her. 

Her only response was to suck even harder on Tim's cock as it slid between her lips with slow, powerful thrusts. A warm glow was beginning to spread over her as she savoured the attentions she was receiving. 

Mel wasted no time. She saw Steph being led away and walked over to where Steve and Rob were sitting. She quickly knelt in front of them and began stroking the very obvious bulges in their trousers. Pausing only to cast a quick glance at Steph, who was already happily getting attended to, she slowly unzipped their trousers, releasing their straining cocks from confinement. 

Mel studied the two cocks in front of her. Rob's was slightly longer. Steve's was thicker and more noticeably veined. She stroked them lightly as she made her decision. She turned her head and ran her tongue up the underside of Steve's cock. She flicked the tip with her tongue then took him into her mouth. Mel's hand continued to stoke Rob's cock as her lips slid up and down Steve's shaft. 

After a few minutes she changed over. She took Steve's cock deep inside her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. Her other hand slid easily up and down Rob's saliva covered dick. She soon had a rhythm, sucking one cock and stroking the other then alternating back and forth, keeping both men at fever pitch. 

Steph was already coming. Carl's tongue lapping her clit and Mike sucking her tits had driven her over the edge. She wanted to cry out but Tim's cock prevented her. Her only available response was to suck even harder. Suddenly, as Steph's orgasm broke over her, she heard Tim groan. Seconds later Tim's cock erupted filling her mouth with his hot cum. Steph gulped it down hungrily but was unable to stop some from trickling from the corner of her mouth over her cheek. 

Tim withdrew his cock only to have it immediately replaced by Mike's. As Steph happily accepted his offering she felt herself being pulled down the table until her bottom was at the edge. Tim's hands were now caressing her tits. His long fingers squeezed them as his tongue licked her nipples. Carl removed his mouth from Steph's pussy and seconds later she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. 

Carl slid his cock into Steph's soaking cunt with one powerful thrust. Despite having Mike's cock in her mouth Steph still managed a gasp as Carl thrust into her. Carl fucked her with long hard strokes. Every thrust of his cock forced more of Mike's into her mouth. 

Mel sat astride Steve's face as sucked on Rob's cock. Her lips gliding easily up and down his length while Steve lapped at her pussy. A familiar tingling sensation was already beginning to spread over her. 

Mel fondled her tits, squeezing and caressing them as she rode Steve's face. Rob grabbed her hair forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Mel felt herself reaching the point of no return. The fire in her womb spread through her. Rob's cock slipped from her mouth as she came, moaning and trembling all over. 

As her orgasm took her she slid herself down Steve's body until her pussy was pressing against the tip of his cock. Mel sighed with pleasure as, with one thrust of her hips, she slowly impaled herself on him. She quickly found a rhythm. Her wet pussy gliding up and down his length. 

Once again she took Rob into her mouth. Rocking back and forth she took each cock in turn. Forward, Rob's cock pressed deeper into her mouth, back, and Steve's cock buried itself to the hilt in her pussy. 

On the other side of the room things were getting hotter. Mike had deposited his load in Steph's mouth. As his cum dribbled down her chin she allowed herself to be lowered to the floor. Tim was below her. His cock, now fully recovered, slipped easily into her cunt. Carl moved in front and Steph wasted no time in copying Mel. Two cocks, one at each end, slid in and out of her willing mouth and cunt. 

Mike moved behind her. The scene before him, his friends fucking ant being sucked by Steph quickly restored his erection. Slowly, he inserted one then two fingers into Steph's arse. Steph wanted to cry out but Carl's cock in her mouth prevented her. His fingers slid in and out as her pussy rode up and down Tim's prick. 

Mike removed his fingers and Steph felt a sudden empty sensation. This quickly vanished as she felt him push his cock inch by inch into her back passage. Once again Steph knew the sensation of being filled simultaneously by three cocks. It sent her over the edge. Her body shaking violently as she came, she sucked hard on Carl's cock as, with alternating thrusts, Mike and Tim rammed theirs into her arse and cunt. 

Steve had moved behind Mel. His cock pistoned into her cunt. Mel licked and sucked Rob's cock, Steve's thrusts forcing more of it into her mouth. 

Mel's pussy was on fire. She stroked her throbbing clit with her free hand. The sensations overwhelmed her. Her heart pounded. Her pussy and womb began to contract. Her body shook as her climax took her. Mel thrust her hips back, her cunt swallowing Steve's cock as she met his thrust. The contractions in her pussy gripped Steve like a vice. She relaxed her mouth and sucked Rob's cock deep into the back of her throat. 

Mel's orgasm continued to shake her. She felt Rob's cock twitch in her mouth. His breathing was hoarse. His balls swelled. Rob pulled his cock back until only the very tip was still in Mel's mouth. Mel pumped her fingers up and down his shaft. Her only warning was a low groan as Rob's cock began emptying its load into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, determined not to waste a drop, as jet after jet of hot cum pooled in her mouth. 

With her lips still firmly wrapped around Rob's cock, she expertly sucked the last few drops from its tip. She became aware again of Steve. His breathing was heavy, his balls slapped against her as he drove his cock in and out of her. He grabbed her hips, pulling her on to him and with one final thrust released his seed deep inside her. Mel sighed contentedly as his cum splashed against her cervix. Letting him slip slowly out of her cunt she turned and sucked him clean, savouring the mix of her juices and his cum. 

Temporarily exhausted they sat back and watched for a while as Steph was taken by all three of her admirers. 

Steph's body was aflame. She sucked eagerly on Carl's cock, her lips sliding up and down his slick shaft, as Mike and Tim fucked her from behind. She rode Tim's cock with slow thrusts of her hips as Mike slid his in and out of her arse. 

Carl grabbed Steph's head and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. His cock disappearing between her lips as he thrust into her mouth. Steadying herself with one hand, Steph squeezed his balls with the other. They were heavy and obviously full of cum. 

She moved back, filling her cunt and arse with Tim and Mike's cocks. All the while her mouth kept a steady suction on Carl. Delirious as she was she heard Carl groan. She drew her mouth back until only the very tip of his cock was between her lips. Her hand released its pressure on his balls and began to rapidly stroke his shaft. Carl's cock twitched, Steph heard him cry out a wail of release and suddenly his cock was pumping its load into her mouth. Carl came in a flood and Steph, blow-job maestro that she was, couldn't prevent his cum from spilling from her mouth, down her chi and on to her tits. She sucked him dry as Mike and Tim continued to fuck her from behind. 

Spent, Carl's cock slipped from her mouth. Steph was finally free to give vent to the feelings that were wracking her body. She cried out as Mike and Tim continued their relentless pounding oh her arse and cunt. She gripped their cocks inside her body as she moved with them. Her fingers, now free, sought out her clit and she began to stoke it, reaching back occasionally to feel Tim's cock as it slid into her pussy. 

In seconds Steph was coming again. The sensations from her throbbing clit engulfed her, wearing her out, draining her of any but the most primal ability to respond to the fucking she was receiving. 

Tim came first. Without warning his cock unleashed its load deep inside her. Steph, her body still shaking, was only able to murmur softly in response. As Tim slid out of her she felt suddenly empty. 

Mike grabbed her hips and pulled her on to him. His cock sawed in and out of her arse his balls slapping her pussy with every thrust. And then finally it was over. Mike shot his load deep into her bowel and collapsed beside her. Steph stretched out, deeply satisfied, to watch Mel in action with Rob and Steve. 

Mel watched on in fascination. Absently stroking Steve and Rob's cocks as she watched her friend being expertly fucked by three men at once. The effect of her hands and the scene in front of them was already bringing them back to life. Mel looked on in fascination as Carl's cock exploded in Steph's mouth. She saw his cum dribble down her friend's chin and became aware of her own state of arousal again. The effect on Rob and Steve was equally pronounced, both were now fully erect. 

Mel turned to Steve, who had been absently playing with her tits, kissed him then dropped her head to his lap. Her tongue licked all over his shaft before opening her lips and engulfing his cock with her mouth. 

Rob had been stroking Mel's clit as they watched Steph. As Mel turned her attention on Steve, feasting on his tool, Rob positioned himself behind her. Guiding Mel into position he parted her legs slightly. Grabbing her hips, with a single thrust, he penetrated her to the hilt. 

Steve's hands squeezed Mel's tits as her mouth worked on his cock. Her tongue swirled round its head as her lips slid up and down. 

Mel's fingers pressed on her clit as Rob powered into her cunt from behind with long, hard thrusts. She felt his cock pull out of her and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come next. 

Rob's cock pressed against her other entrance. Mel kept a steady pressure on her clit as inch by inch Rob slowly slid his cock into the tight confines of her arse. As his cock began to slide in and out it pushed Mel into another orgasm. She came with her mouth still tightly locked on Steve's swollen member. Her only available release was to suck even harder. 

Steve could take no more. Grabbing Mel's head he thrust as much of his cock as would fit into her mouth and then erupted. Jet after jet of hot cum shot down Mel's throat. Steve came so hard that Mel almost choked. His release caused her own climax to rise higher. Mel thrust her hips back to meet Rob's cock as he stroked it in and out of her arse. With her mouth now empty she free to give voice to the orgasm that held her in its grasp. 

Mel felt Rob's balls slap against her tender pussy as he relentlessly fucked her arse. Its tightness coupled with the intense stimulation of the situation had him at boiling point. With almost no warning at all he pulled his cock from her arse and moved in front of her. Pumping his cock with one hand he released his load all over Mel's face and tits. 

After a few moments Carl, Mike and Tim, who had been wanking furiously as they watched Mel in action with Rob and Steve, released their loads. Tim and Mike sprayed theirs over Steph's face, neck and tits. Carl had moved over in front of Mel who opened her mouth wide to accept his offering. 

It took very little encouragement to get the girls to lick the cum of each other. Both were quite turned on as the cleaned the cum from each others' bodies with their tongues. The men urged them on, hoping for more of a show. Despite the protests, Steph and Mel, their sex charged bodies aroused but exhausted, reluctantly declined. 

Finally they all agreed that the action was over for that night. They got dressed. The music was still blaring as they slipped, unnoticed back into the main hall. The guys disappeared into the crowd, the girls made their way to the bar. Tired, a little sore but extremely satisfied, Steph and Mel smiled as they relaxed back into the softly upholstered chairs and sipped their drinks.



Party Poker



This all started when I let my friend, Ron, talked me into going to a small party at the house of an acquaintance. I really didn't want to go, the party was being hosted by a girl, Donna, that I have known for a few years. Every time we are together we argue, a lot.

I thought she was real bitch and wasn't hesitant to tell her and anyone who would listen so. Ron assured me everything would be okay and that he really wanted to meet a girl named Robin that was supposed to be there.

We get there about 10 on a Friday night, there were about 10 people there, mainly women. I thought, okay this might work. After milling around for a few minutes and drinking a couple of beers, I noticed that a few of the people had left. I was trying to avoid Donna and at the same time trying to make conversation with a couple of the nice looking ladies that were present. About midnight there were just Ron, I, and 4 ladies left including Donna and the girl Ron was hitting on, Robin. 

Ron comes over to me and says that Robin has ask him to take her home and could I find another way home. I didn't live too far and thought I could work something else out. So out the door they went and I was left there with Donna and 2 of her friends. I had also noticed that the girls seemed to be doing a lot of whispering and giggling. As I went into the kitchen to get another beer, the girls ask what should we do for entertainment. I didn't say anything, then Donna piped in and said we should play a game like strip poker. The rules were the same except when you lost you had to take a shot as well as loose an article of clothing. 

Well I should have known this was all too good to be true when the other 2 girls agreed, but I thought this was going to be great. So we settled around the table and got started. Donna got the bottle of tequila, shot glass and a deck of cards ( I should have really taken a better look at that deck). We get started and the first couple of hands everyone loses something. Then like they all knew what each other was holding I started loosing hand after hand. And, the girls all started to seem very confident. I was down to my boxer briefs and had done 7 shots of tequila. I guess it was the tequila and beer, but I couldn't seem to get my cock to wake up, I could feel it actually start to shrink back up. Well, sure enough the next hand is dealt and I lose. Donna announces that the bottle was empty, so she grabbed the shot glass and went into the kitchen, told me to wait until she got back. She comes back with the shot glass but the contents looked a little darker, she assured me it was just a different brand, so I do the shot and then all ladies start cheering for me to drop my briefs. I reach down and pull them off and there is my cock, all shrunken up and I hear the girls giggling. 

Donna says she knew all along that I had a small prick. I felt my face begin to redden, but I also felt very out of it. Pretty soon I felt someone grab my arms and push me onto the ground. I guess I blacked out for a couple of minutes, because when I snapped out of it. I was on the floor face down, with my hands tied to the sofa corner. I looked around and all three girls were standing there and Donna was standing there holding a small digital video camera taping me and holding some kind of bag. I looked up and ask what the hell she was doing, and she replied that she was going to make sure I never fucked with her again. I asked what that meant and she said she was going to show me. She hands the camera to one of the other girls and she puts the bag down and grabs a bottle of lube. I ask again what are you going to do, she stops, and said, I am going to humiliate you on tape so "If I ever fuck with her again," she was going to put it on the internet and send it to everyone she knew.

Then she gets in behind me, she grabs the lube, I can tell she is lubing up her finger, before I knew what was happening she shoves her finger up my ass. She takes her other hand and pulls my cock way back. I can feel her finger wiggling around and she has my cock pulled way back between my legs and she is squeezing it real tight. I yell out in pain, what are you doing, and she replies that it is a technique called milking. And then all of a sudden, even before my cock got completely hard, I start squirting cum all over the floor. She gets up, but before I know it one of the other girls grabs something out of the bag, I look back over and it looks like a really thin wand with this large eggs shaped thing on one end and a little handle on the other. She doesn't even lube it up, she just placed the egg shaped end against my asshole, and starts pressing, it felt e huge and she just kept pushing it until popped in. Then she reaches on the handle and flips this thing on, it stats vibrating like crazy, and she reaches for my cock and does the same thing as Donna, just grips it real tight and starts squeezing. I took a little longer, but before long I start squirting cum all over the floor again. I thought that might be the end of it, I look at Donna, and she has got the sick smile on her face. 

She then goes into the kitchen and comes back with a cucumber, a big one. The other girl pulls out the wand and lets go of my cock. By now my balls are starting to ache and my cock is very sore. Donna, waste no time, she puts the tip of the cucumber against my asshole and start shoving it in. She was not delicate at all she just shoved it in, and then started fucking my ass with it, hard. This time she grabbed my cock and just started stroking it as she abused my ass with the cucumber. After about 15 minutes, I finally cum one last time, only I got to say, there wasn't much. Donna finally quits ravaging my ass with the cucumber.

I guess I passed out, because I awoke, untied, with my clothes thrown on top of me. There was also a note. I simply read, "get dressed, get out, and don't fuck with me again." I did exactly that. It has been about a week since that happened, and my buddy is pestering me to go to Donna's again. I think I might pass.



Party Politics



I wasn't used to all the attention. It had been a week since I had been tapped to fill the senate seat left vacant by one of our party's most venerable politicians, unfortunately brought down by a scandal blown way out of proportion. So what if he was caught texting young boys; it didn't detract from his record of standing up for family values!

Back at the ranch, it had been a crazy time, what with my family thrown into a media circus. I should probably give you a little background. My name is Sophie. I'm first and foremost a happily married mother of three, a God-fearing Christian, and finally, the mayor of a small town in a big, conservative western state. If you follow the news, you've probably figured out who I am - but that isn't important here, I'm just interested in sharing one little piece of my story.

Until the call from the state party leaders, the biggest news item out of this small town was my effort to have some books removed from the town's public library. Now, though, CNN was camped out across the street, and I couldn't go anywhere without being forced to hold an impromptu press conference. Truth be told, I wasn't surprised at their fascination with the story. After all, I would be the first to admit I really wasn't qualified to fill the position. Not that I'd share that with these liberal media bastards...

I guess my style had caught the attention of some of the higher-ups. I was an attractive woman with a reputation of holding firm to the Republican party line. I was an engaging speaker. The camera loved me. I guess I was a perfect antidote for the PR nightmare which the old senator had brought on the state party.

Anyway, this was the setting when last weekend began. I had been invited, and given instructions on how to make the trip undetected by the media, to join a party higher-up and a major donor at a house deep in the woods, where I would be once more grilled on my policy positions, and packed full of information before my first major press conference. With my husband, my rock, on speed dial until he could join me the next day, I made the one-hour drive, arriving just after dark.

After a nice dinner and small talk about state politics, the three of us settled into comfortable chairs in the living room, beer for the men and whiskey for me, and they proceeded to explain their logic in selecting me to appoint for the position.

"I know you may feel unprepared, Sophie, but we trust you. We trust your family, and we trust your politics," John, the party official, explained. Mostly, Bob here thought a woman such as yourself would immediately appeal to a large cross-section of the population, and would be a nice safe choice after the scandal we've just been through. We hope to strengthen our support among women, and frankly, we know you appeal to men of all ages. Right, Bob?" John gestured to the other man, the party donor, clearly the real decision-maker of the two.

"Absolutely. We've been looking for the MILF candidate for years."

I smiled and raised my glass to their bottles, but I couldn't help but be confused. What on earth did 'MILF' stand for? Was this yet another government agency I'd never heard of but would have to learn about in the next two days? I excused myself, running to another room to call my husband.

"Hi, honey," I said sweetly when he answered. "Things are going fine here, I just have one question."

"OK, shoot!"

"What's a 'MILF'?"

"Ooh, um, well, dear, did those guys use the term to refer to you?"

"Yes, is that a good thing?"

"Well, I'll spare you the details, but let's just say they're referring to your sex appeal. I must say, I'm a little nervous, leaving you there alone with a couple of powerful men!"

"Oh, don't be silly. I would never do anything like that without you here to watch!"

His cell phone cut out at that point, so I was left to my own devices, and returned to the living room to join the men, who had moved on to another drink. We continued talking, covering several vital social issues, such as how to keep homosexuals marginalized, before moving on to foreign policy, an area where I really, desperately needed education.

Bob took a few minutes to explain his priorities in those regards, with John nodding his head in agreement every few moments. I took careful mental notes, but was still feeling insecure about whether I could remember all of this new information, whether I could hold my own when talking to the media. I decided it was time to return to a position of comfort.

"So, guys, could we call it a night on the political talk? Maybe get started again in the morning? I really appreciate your confidence in me and the time you're taking to get me prepped, but I think I've had about all I can take for one evening."

"Sure, no problem, Sophie. We can start again in the morning. If you'd like to turn in, the bedrooms are down the hall," Bob said, pointing to his right.

"Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind. I was thinking it might be time I put my mouth where your money is."

"Um, what?"

"Well, you said I was the 'MILF' candidate you'd been looking for - I thought your vote of confidence in me might be worth a little action, right here, tonight."

Before he could speak, I dropped from my chair to my knees, unbuttoning my jacket as I did so, revealing my lacy bra beneath. Both men gasped, and I proceeded to crawl over to Bob, my dark brown hair still in its tidy up-do, my smart glasses still on my nose, but a seductive grin on my face.

Before he could protest - as if he ever would have - I unzipped Bob's slacks and fished his hardening cock out of his boxers. He certainly didn't protest at this point, sliding down in his chair to give me better access as I wrapped my mouth around his shaft. Slowly, gently, I engulfed his entire length, feeling it grow inside my mouth as I licked and sucked. Before long, the tip of his firm cock reached into my throat, and I began bobbing up and down on him, to his obvious satisfaction.

Meanwhile, I heard John's footsteps behind me as he rose from his chair and approached us. My aggressively slutty actions obviously gave him an open invitation to join us, and before long, I could feel his touch. He removed the clip from my hair and gathered my long brown locks in his hands, pulling together a tight ponytail which he used to control my motions on Bob's cock. He kneeled behind me, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel his hard bulge against my ass as I continued pleasuring Bob.

Just as quickly as he had grabbed it, John let go of my hair, and I felt him stand up, and heard his zipper as he freed himself from his slacks. Bob stood up, pulling me with him, and as I continued to suck him off, I felt John position himself behind me. He shoved my tight wool skirt up to my waist and began rubbing me through the fabric of my panties. I quickly responded, gyrating my hips in rhythm to his fingers, and he in turn responded by pushing the panties aside and touching me directly. 

I groaned deeply as his fingers reached my skin, and hoped he couldn't wait any longer. John quickly replaced his fingers with his cock, rubbing it against my pussy lips, lubricating himself with my already-flowing juices, before finally pressing into me with one long, gentle motion. 

"Ahhhhhh," I moaned, the sound muffled as my mouth was still busy on Bob's throbbing cock. We continued in this position for a few minutes, John fucking me from behind as I sucked off Bob. We then made a quick switch, as I turned around, allowing Bob to now take me from behind as I licked my own juices from John's even more impressive cock. 

We switched once more, gradually increasing the intensity of both fucking and sucking, before Bob and John suddenly noticed that my husband had arrived and was standing in the corner of the room. Both men froze, horrified that he would be upset, fearing the worst - the jealous husband uncovering, and then leaking to the press, yet another Republican sex scandal.

But soon, they picked up on our vibe. The fact that I continued to bob up and down on whichever cock was in my mouth at that moment, I can't frankly remember. The fact that my husband Bill was now stroking himself at the sight of his wife pleasuring two men simultaneously.

"Don't worry," Bill said, "we won't make the mistake the last guy did, the mistake of getting caught! I know how hot Sophie is, and it's even hotter to share her."

Before either man could cum, it was time to change positions again. This time, I wanted Bill to be part of the action. I guided John to lie on the floor beneath me, while I lowered myself onto his hard cock and rode him slowly. Bob knelt behind me and began probing my ass with his fingers, preparing it for something larger - his eager cock.

I tightened at first, but looked deep into my husband's approving eyes and relaxed, allowing two of Bob's fingers to slide easily into my virgin hole as he spread my ass cheeks apart. While Bill began to peel off his clothes, Bob replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock, pressing it gently against my asshole as I continued to ride John, more slowly now.

Before I knew it, two cocks were pressing into me at once - a major donor and a party official plowing into me, their MILF candidate of choice, as I panted in a combination of pleasure and pain. Bill's cock was already jutting out from his body, as he was obviously overwhelmed at the sight of his wife being taken by two strange men.

I looked at him longingly, motioning for him to come closer, and I sucked his cock into my mouth as soon as I could reach it. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down onto his entire shaft, my nose reaching his belly as the tip of his cock entered my throat. I could hardly breathe, my mouth full of cock as the other men began pounding my pussy and ass more fiercely.

My first orgasm hit at that moment, my senses completely overwhelmed as these three middle-aged men pounded their cocks into my eager holes. I lost all control, spasming violently, but held in place by their rhythmic thrusts as they each reached towards their own climaxes. 

John was the first to cum, as I felt his cock jerk inside my pussy just as my own climax had subsided. He remained inside of me as Bob continued to pound my ass, all of my initial pain now gone. After another few moments, he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my back, his warm, sticky cum dripping down my ass cheeks.

I now devoted all of my attention to Bill's cock, expertly stroking his shaft with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, just as he had trained me to do in years of practice. All of his length pressed into my mouth with each of his rapid strokes. As he fucked my mouth, I continued to gather pleasure from the cocks still buried inside my pussy and ass, gyrating my hips as I moved with each stroke.

I came again, this orgasm more powerful than the first, groaning and gasping around my husband's cock as the waves of pleasure overcame me. This pushed him over the edge as well, as he pulled out of my mouth and shot his ample load all over my face and chest. Still catching my breath, I revelled in the naughtiness of the moment, my first foursome with three cocks filling my waiting holes.

Clearly, we weren't holding ourselves to the standard of the morality our party liked to legislate on others. What happened in meetings behind closed doors could remain just there.

"Well, Sophie," John said once we had pulled ourselves away from our orgy, you've clearly shown that you can take it from all angles. I think you're ready to face the press now!" 



Party Pooper



It was late at night, one of those parties that anyone and everyone is invited to. I spent most of the night wandering around, inside and outside, because I don't smoke, and most people there did. I also don't drink, so while most of the guests were getting wasted, I remained perfectly sober, all night.

I was wandering around because I was looking for someone I knew, or at least someone who wasn't too far-gone. I know that trying to have an intelligent or even interesting conversation is not the reason that you go to a party like that, but that's just me.

It was a large house and there were a shitload of people there, but by about midnight, half of them were unconscious. The other half separated into smaller groups, some of which turned into orgies, which I steered well clear of.

By about 1 a.m., most of the other half had either gone home, or fallen asleep. It was disgusting seeing piles of bodies scattered about the ground floor and the yard, reeking of alcohol and sweat. It was about that time that I figured I'd check to see if anyone was awake, then head home.

The only place where it wasn't obvious if anyone was awake was upstairs, so I headed for the staircase. It was there that I bumped into the illustrious hostess, Melissa, coming out of the downstairs bathroom.

"Hi Mel," I said to her. I don't think she saw me because she seemed slightly startled at my voice. She looked a little dishevelled as if she had been cleaning up and re-doing her makeup. She also gave off a fresh, sweet smell, like maybe she'd been in the shower.

"Hi, howsit goin'?" she replied. She sounded more than a little tipsy, and she was unsteady on her feet.

"I'm fine. I was just about to check and see if anyone was upstairs. Would you like to accompany me?"

"Sure, soundsgood." Her speech was definitely slurring.

"Okay," I responded. I held out my hand and said, "ladies first." She giggled lightly behind her hand and started up the stairs, very slowly. She gripped the handrail for support but she still was very measured in her steps.

As I was standing there behind her, I had time to notice the hot outfit she was wearing. She had on a tight, black cotton sleeveless top and a psychedelic ultra-mini skirt, both of which hugged her small frame very nicely. I also couldn't help sneaking a look up her skirt as she climbed the stairs, she was wearing a black g-string.

Normally I'm a nice guy, and I know that checking out your half-drunk hostess is not exactly a nice thing to do, but I figured that she wanted to be looked at. I also noted to myself that despite her thin frame, her legs looked very well toned. Pulling my attention away from her body, I examined her beautiful bright red hair, and saw that it was wet. She must have been in the shower.

I had plenty of time to take in all this because Melissa was taking quite a while to mount the stairs. I decided that she needed a hand so I supported her under one arm and placed one hand on her lower back. We both made it to the top with only a few incidents in which my hand lightly brushed against her ass.

As I looked around the hall upstairs I noticed that all the doors were shut. While Melissa balanced herself against the wall I went from door to door checking to see if anyone was in any of the rooms. I couldn't find one single person. I saw that Melissa was heading towards the other end of the hall so I decided to check that end as well.

"I said no one was allowed up here," Melissa murmured, as she opened the last remaining door. "Welcome to my room," she said and then she tumbled inside and landed on the floor. I quickly surveyed her abode. It was rather neat, except for the large amounts of clothing strewn about, primarily it seemed to be her underwear.

Melissa twisted onto her back on the floor. I knelt down beside her to assist, then I noticed that something was caught around her ankles. I untangled her feet before realising that it was a pair of her underwear. I sat there, staring at them not quite knowing what to do.

"Do ya like 'em?" Mel purred. I turned to her and saw that she had rolled onto one side and had bent one knee up and parted her legs. "You can keep 'em," and she smiled devilishly. I couldn't bring my eyes away from hers. They were glazed from her alcohol, but shining with some inner fire.

"You want me?" she cooed and she thrust her hips for emphasis. At that my eyes were drawn to her burning red pussy. I had taken in the sight of her swollen lips, engorged clit and her neatly trimmed red bush before I realised that she had no panties on. The knickers in my hand were the ones she'd been wearing. I couldn't focus my thoughts, there was too much blood rushing into my cock for me to think.

"You want me, I know," Melissa continued. "You want to get inside," she was moving her leg up and down, twisting it in all different directions, stretching and contorting her pussy. Her lips mashed together, then parted to release her sweet juice. "You want in. You want to fuck me? Fuck me!" she ordered.

I couldn't deny her drunken ravings. I leaped to my feet and worked feverishly to remove my pants. I only succeeded in getting them around my ankles. Mel giggled slightly at me. I have a slightly less than average sized dick so I had gotten used to getting that reaction on occasion.

She was still lying on her side, so I dropped to the floor and straddled her leg, and she bent her other leg up to allow me access. I couldn't believe the speed at which this had all happened, I hesitated.

"C'mon, why the wait? Get in me!" Mel yelled at me, so I went right to it. I slid into her and started banging away. Despite her small stature, her cunt was loose and slippery, as if she had already had sex that night. At the time it didn't bother me, I just enjoyed the sensuous feeling of her lovely cunt sliding around my cock.

Something that did bother me though was Mel's talking. 

"C'mon, harder, fuck me damnit!" she kept shouting at me. "You can do better than that you loser!" Mel seemed very belligerent when she was drunk, and it was distracting me from an otherwise pleasurable experience.

"More, harder, do me you fuck! I can barely feel you!" That was what pissed me off the most, and I pulled out and sat back catching my breath. "What the fuck? You chicken!" She just wouldn't shut up so I stood and started to pull my pants up. "C'mon fuck me you dick!" I had my pants up but then she changed.

"Please?" she almost cried. I looked down at her and saw the plaintive look on her face and realised she was having fun, I was taking her game too seriously. I dropped my pants back down again, and the smile returned to her face. Then her talk resumed.

"You think you can get back in here so easily, huh?" She didn't know that I wasn't going back in there, I was headed somewhere else. I knelt down and rolled her onto her stomach. Then I reached down to pull up her skirt revealing her lovely ass globes. I lowered my head and kissed both cheeks before spreading them wide.

I beheld her little asshole in all it minute glory, and bent to kiss it as well. After leaving plenty of spit on her hole I placed my cock there and slowly worked it in. Melissa's talk was interrupted, as she had to suck in a whining breath. After I had my meagre cock all the way up her tiny ass, I lay down on her back, slipping into her small contours.

As I thrust my dick up and down into her ass, her talk once again resumed.

"Oh, yeah. No your getting it right, fuck my ass!" Mel's talk, which now gave me encouragement, combined with the scent of her hair and the piles of underwear heightened my arousal. Very soon I was shaking with orgasm and pouring my come into her tight ass.

I'm sure that Mel didn't come, but she sighed contentedly, and drifted of to sleep. Trying not to wake her, I pulled myself out of her ass, which closed up immediately, sealing my come inside. I stood and dressed myself and, deciding to be the nice guy I thought I was, pulled Mel's skirt back down and placed her in her bed.

I don't know if Melissa remembered that night, but I wasn't going to let her wake up on the floor with her butt exposed. I shut her door and went downstairs, to find that no one had been disturbed, they were still quite out of it.

I kept the panties that Mel gave me to remind me of that night, and that you can always have fun at parties.



Party Potion



"You ready for this?" Sam said holding the vial of blue liquid.

"I don't know, Sam," Lester said anxiously.

They stood in Lester's parents' kitchen. Both the high school seniors had worked hard to transform the house into a perfect spot for a party. The school year had just ended. Their graduation was only days away and Lester's parents had intentionally planned a vacation so that their son could have the house to host a party. They would fly back in time to see him graduate, but their present to him was the unrestricted access to their home.

Lester had never been super popular. Everyone liked him well enough, but no one really ever paid attention to him. He hadn't played sports or sang in the musicals or done anything noteworthy. The boy had talent, but was afraid of just about everything.

In four years of high school he'd never dated anyone. The internet was his girlfriend. And they only hooked up late at night after his parents had gone to sleep. Even still, Lester always masturbated with a sense of fear he might get caught.

"Explain it to me again before we go through with it," Lester said. Sam put his hands up and acquiesced. He wanted to get it done already, but he respected his friend enough to not force the issue.

"Okay, bud," Sam said patiently. "I spent three years figuring out this formula. That's why I kept signing up to be teacher's assistant for Mr. Grimey. He would always let me use the chemistry lab whenever I wanted to. And I guarantee I mixed up the perfect answer to our problem."

"But isn't it deceitful?" Lester said.

"Look, if we put this into the party punch, all it will do is lower everyone's inhibitions and crank up their libidos. Whatever they choose to do is still their choice."

"I dunno, Sam."

"Lester," Sam said. "Alcohol lowers your inhibitions too and they're all gonna willingly drink that. The only difference is that my concoction does it five times more efficiently and doesn't tire people out or give hangovers."

Lester was scared. He was always scared. Sam knew it and kept talking to put him at ease.

"I made sure that only seniors are invited, so everyone at the party will be eighteen. And our class is 54% female, so our odds are good. All you have to do is talk to a girl and she'll wanna jump your bones."

It was nearly 9PM and people would start showing up to the party in the next half hour or so. Lester knew it was now or never. He looked at Sam and sighed a deep breath.

"Fuck it," Lester said. "Let's try it out."

Sam smiled and poured the contents of the vile into the massive punch bowl and stirred it up a bit.

Even though he wasn't particularly popular, everyone showed up at Lester's pre graduation party. Sam made sure to sell people on the idea that there would be no parents there and plenty of alcohol. 

Lester greeted people at the door trying not to show how scared he was at what might happen later. Sam, was smoother than Lester - not that it would take much. But he knew tonight was his best chance at getting laid before college, so he went all out. He carried cups of punch on a serving tray and served them with a hard sell.

"What's in it?" one girl asked.

"What's your favorite drink?" Sam replied.

"I only drink vodka," she said. He leaned down and whispered to her as if he was telling her government secrets.

"I don't wanna tell too many people this, but its just vodka and sugar free punch," he said with a wink. The girl smiled as if she'd just been let into the inner circle of punch knowledge and took a cup.

"Don't worry your secret's safe with me," she said before taking a sip.

Sam walked toward a pair of other girls in the corner of the room.

"Ladies," Sam said. "Would you mind helping me out?" The two girls looked at each other and shrugged.

"With what?" one of them said. He leaned in and whispered.

"You know my boy, Lester," Sam said. "He's shy and wants this party to be amazing. So, he made this jungle juice, but he's afraid he didn't do a good job. Would you two mind having a glass of punch and telling him that it tastes good?"

"That's so sweet of you," the other girl said touching Sam's shoulder with her hand. "Of course we will."

They both took cups and drank from them.

By 10PM the party was raging and most everyone had arrived that was expected. Lester had greeted everyone at the front door, but hadn't talked to anyone other than that. This party was all he wanted. He thought as host, he'd have an easier time talking to people, which might lead to him talking to a girl which might mean him losing his virginity. And even though the night was young he hadn't done a good job so far. 

Part of the reason for his lack of ease was knowing that the punch was spiked with Sam's creation. He tried not to think about it. Then the front door opened.

Lester walked to the door to see a group of four ladies and one guy. He knew one of the girls, but everyone else was unfamiliar.

"Hey Lester!" Brittany said giving him a hug. She was already a bit inebriated. Lester enjoyed the surprise hug. Brittany was one of the hottest girls at his school. He'd crushed on her for a while, but their only relationship was that they were lab partners in biology their junior year.

The entourage walked inside. Everyone besides Brittany looked older. The guy had a full beard.

"Lester, this is my sister, Grete," Brittany said motioning to the girl who looked exactly like Brittany except a bit older, an inch taller and with bigger boobs. 

"We're here to make sure my sister's safe," Grete said somewhat curtly. "Bad shit can happen at a house party. Hope you don't mind." Lester's heart raced in his chest

Lester rushed over to Sam who was handing a cup of punch to a cute brunette with glasses. 

"Seriously, it's just rum and Hawaiian punch," Sam said in a hushed tone. "You'll love it."

"Sam," Lester said. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure, bud," Sam said turning to the girl. "Enjoy that now."

Lester walked Sam over to a corner out of earshot of others and whispered.

"We have to cancel the party," Lester said.

"We can't cancel the party," Sam said. "It's already happening."

"I'll tell everyone there's a gas leak or something. Set off the fire alarm. We gotta get them outta here. Brittany brought her sister and three of her sister's college friends."

Sam looked over at Brittany and her friends. His eyes shot open in amazement.

"Brittany's sister is even hotter than Brittany. I was unaware that you could get hotter than Brittany. We are not cancelling this party. We're amping it up."

Sam loaded a tray up with glasses of punch and headed straight for Brittany's sister.

"Welcome to the party," Sam said. "Please try the house blend. It's on the house." He laughed a bit. Grete did not laugh back. She looked at the cup of red liquid.

"What's in it?" she said. "We're not staying long and I have to drive us to the next party." Sam looked around as if he didn't want anyone else to hear it.

"I'll level with you guys. We couldn't afford much, so we just barely put any vodka in here. It's not enough to barely get a buzz."

"So, why should we drink it?" the guy with the beard said.

"My buddy Lester wants this party to be fun for everyone. If you guys don't drink it then others might ask why and then I'll have to admit that there's not much alcohol. Then everyone will leave. Would you guys mind doing me a favor and pretending like it's cool? It'd help me out a lot."

Grete looked at her sister who was already a bit too drunk for her liking and grabbed the cups of punch and distributed them to her friends.

"You're a good friend," Grete said. "And Lester looks so sad. If this will cheer him up, I'm happy to do it."

"Thanks so much," Sam said. He turned to look at Lester from across the room and flashed him a huge smile.

It took another twenty minutes before anything notable happened. Lester remained mostly anti social. Then he noticed Ben and Marcy making out on his couch. He walked over to Sam who was smiling by the punchbowl. 

"I did it, Lester," Sam said proudly. "I sold everyone on at least one glass of punch. Now, we wait."

"I don't think we need to wait much longer," Lester said pointing to the couch.

Ben and Marcy were a couple. They'd been dating the whole senior year. It had been rumored that once they started having sex, they got experimental and kinky really quick. Some said that Marcy liked to be tied up and blindfolded. Others said that her and Ben had already done anal. They had also been two of the first people to show up to the party and drink the punch. 

Ben was tall, black, built and handsome. A lot of girls wanted him. He was the star power forward on the basketball team. Marcy was second generation Korean, tiny and on the tennis team. Lester and Sam watched them make out for a few seconds.

"It's gotta be so hot to watch those two fuck," Sam said. Then Marcy started to unbutton Ben's shirt. After a moment his shirt was nearly completely off save for one sleeve left around his arm. One by one, more people at the party stopped what they were doing and noticed the show happening on the couch. 

Gina sat on a chair next to the couch. She had the closest view of the couple. Gina was Hispanic with long dark hair, full lips and a body that was slightly pudgy in all the right places. She watched the couple make out and after Ben's beautiful torso became exposed she felt an overwhelming sense of lust. 

Gina wasn't an exceptionally sexual person. She'd only had sex with one guy - her ex boyfriend - and only five times before they broke up. But watching Ben and Marcy got Gina's pussy incredibly wet. She reached down and rubbed her clit through her jeans. She realized that she was in the middle of a crowded living room, but she didn't seem to care. 

Sam noticed Gina and walked over to her. He knelt to the side of her chair watching her touch herself. She didn't take her gaze off Ben and Marcy.

"Hey Gina," Sam said matter of factly. He was already supporting a hard on behind his pants. Rather than hide it, he just stood up so that his bulging crotch was at Gina's eye level. She looked over at him and even though she'd never normally think of him as sexually attractive, something about him fed her into her horny self. Gina stood up and without saying a word she wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, pulled their bodies next to each other and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Sam felt his engorged cock rubbing against Gina's body. He put his hands on her back and the two proceeded to make out. Lester couldn't believe his eyes. He saw one of Sam's hands turn into a 'thumbs up' sign as he continued to make out with her. Lester couldn't help but smile. 

"Is this a party or an orgy?" Grete said startling Lester. She was twenty one years old and a damn near perfect specimen of a woman in Lester's eyes.

"I'm sorry?" he said instinctively.

"I get that you're all still teenagers, but damn," she said. At that moment a girl named Kimberly began kissing the neck of another girl named Meredith across the room. Lester's conspicuous erection made him feel embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," Lester said. "This is all my fault." Grete put her hand on Lester's chest as she stepped closer to him.

"You're kinda cute for an eighteen year old," she said with devilish eyes.

"Really?" Lester said genuinely surprised.

Everyone at the party - save for Lester and Sam who had not drunk any of the punch - had the same inner monologue going on. They all knew this was weird, but something about the moment made them not care. Lust was thick in the air. And everyone who hadn't already, was on the verge of stripping and touching anyone they could.

Grete's mind raced with thoughts of tearing into Lester's flesh with her fingernails as she stuffed herself with his cock. She didn't understand it at all. When she met him after she walked in she barely noticed him. He was just a scrawny eighteen year old with a big nose and a lame haircut. But now he seemed to encompass all the sexual energy coursing through her veins.

"Really," she said grabbing Lester's hand and placing it between her legs. He could feel how wet she was through the thin yoga pants she had on underneath her knee high plaid skirt. Lester's body jolted with shock and awe.

"Sis," Brittany said approaching the couple. "What are you doing?" Grete slid arm and arm next to Lester's side and kissed his neck with her luscious lips. 

"I'm having a bit of fun," Grete said.

Brittany felt pangs of overwhelming pangs of sexual desire like none she'd ever come close to experiencing before. Something about seeing her sister get frisky with Lester turned Brittany's snatch into a swamp of foreboding wetness. 

"Don't hog all the fun," Brittany said inviting herself into a physically intimate triangle with Lester and her sister. She began kissing the other side of his neck while skating her hands around his body.

Within a few minutes everyone at the party was touching at least one other person. In a few cases people clumped into three and four person groups. Girls kissed girls. Guys fondled boobs a stroked clits. 

Holly - a six foot tall, blue eyed, star volleyball player - joined Sam and Gina. She pulled her own shirt off and pulled Sam's and Gina's heads into each of her tits. Holly was a known bisexual, but Gina had never been with a woman before that moment. Yet not only did she acquiesce, but she found it to be enticing. She sucked, licked and teased Holly's left nipple with an eagerness Gina didn't realize she had in her.

With two beautiful women both throwing themselves at him, Lester felt like a god. But he had not partaken of the punch, so the idea of doing anything with anyone in the living room surrounded by thirty other people didn't quite appeal to him. He still had his inhibitions.

Even though Sam hadn't ingested any of the chemical, he seemed to be fine with the exhibition of his sexuality. But Lester needed privacy.

"Ladies," Lester said. Neither stopped kissing to him while he spoke. "Let's find a place a bit more alone. He lead them down a hall to his bedroom. He had a full size bed in the middle of the room. Star Wars, Pokemon and X-Men decorations covered his room in the form of posters, toys and models. Neither girl seemed to care or notice. 

"Let's get some mood lighting," Brittany said. Lester didn't know exactly what to do, so he turned on his constellation lamp and turned off his overhead light. The room was dark, but not so dark that Lester couldn't still enjoy the immaculate view of the two sisters in his bedroom.

Within seconds, both girls' sex drives jumped into a higher gear. Grete didn't bother to remove her knee high black boots, but instead she unzipped her skirt and slid it to the ground revealing her pink bikini cut, cotton panties.

Brittany, meanwhile, pushed Lester onto the bed and worked quickly to get his belt and pants undone and off his body. Lester lay in bed wearing a polo shirt and boxer briefs that barely contained his rock hard erection.

Lester couldn't believe it. He was about to lose his virginity to not one, but two of the hottest women he'd ever seen. It felt perfectly surreal.

Brittany got out of her shirt and jeans and bra. Her tits looked insane. Grete was in her knee high boots and panties. Both girls got on the bed and went straight for it. Each girl slipped one hand between one of Lester's thighs and his underwear. They both touched his dick skin to skin at the same moment. He honestly thought he might pop his load right away.

"Looks like someone's ready for some fun," Grete said licking her lips. Both girls put their mouths around his shaft the only thing separating their lips from the his aching cock was the thin layer of cotton of his boxer briefs. 

"Enough preamble," Brittany said reaching up and pulling his underwear down. His rock hard penis exposed for the first time. Grete leaned down and licked his balls with her eager tongue. Brittany flicked her tongue over the head for a moment.

Lester couldn't enjoy the moment as much as he would have liked, because he feared he would cum right away and embarrass himself. His mind raced to figure out how to avoid that. Then he got an idea that seemed way too bold for him, but hell, he had two beautiful women with their mouths on his exposed penis. He decided to go for broke.

"Wait," Lester said. Both girls stopped what they were doing and looked up at him confused. "You two should kiss."

He couldn't believe he just said that. But there it was. The moment he said it, Grete looked at her sister and realized that her lips looked inviting and enticing like she'd never realized before. Brittany thought the exact same thing.

"You're a dirty boy who likes to watch, don't you?" Grete said glancing in Lester's direction. He decided to play along.

"Absolutely," he said. "Go ahead and put on a show."

Again, he had no idea where the confidence was coming from, but it seemed to work. As soon as he said it, Brittany got a look of excitement on her face that turned Lester on even more than he already was. 

Brittany put her arms around her sister and began kissing her neck and shoulders. After a few seconds, she unclasped Grete's bra. It fell down exposing her perfectly perky boobs. She had unusually large pink areolas. 

Lester sat on the bed and watched as his dreams came true right in front of his face. Grete returned the favor and removed her sister's bra showing off her slightly smaller, but otherwise identical rack. 

Their tits rubbed against each other as the two sisters voraciously made out. Lester could see their tongues going in and out of each other's mouths. His cock couldn't possibly get any harder than it was.

Lester stood up and walked behind the girls. He grabbed Brittany's tits and squeezed them.

"Mmmmmhhhmmm!" she moaned while maintaining kissing her sister. 

Lester gently pulled her away from Grete. He could tell she still wanted to continue kissing, but still did what he wanted. He layed her down on the bed and then grabbed a fistful of Grete's hair pulling her head back forcefully and kissing her hard on the mouth.

Grete's body shook with excitement. Brittany watched from her horizontal position and found it to be just as hot as Grete. She immediately began rubbing her crotch through her panties.

"Take those off and make yourself cum," Lester said to Brittany. She was all too happy to comply quickly removing her underwear. Her pussy was beautiful and pink with a tiny tuft of trimmed brown pubic hair surrounding it. 

Lester stopped kissing Grete and pulled her off the bed onto her knees. 

"Open your mouth and put your hands behind your back," he said to Grete. "And keep them there."

With her hair still clenched in his fist, he guided her mouth over his throbbing appendage and slowly pushed her to deep throat him. He didn't know what was better to look at Brittany masturbating or Grete's mouthful of his cock. His head pivoted between looking at both.

Her mouth felt incredible. He knew he was going to cum soon and he no longer cared. He pulled Grete's face up and down his shaft hard and fast. She audibly choked every time, but despite that she still loved it. The feeling was amazing. 

Watching him use her sister's skull for his pleasure turned Brittany on like crazy. Her pussy throbbed as she continued to rub it. Her climax built and built until she exploded. At that same moment, Lester blew a huge load into Grete's mouth. 

He kept cumming and cumming. It lasted nearly thirty full seconds before he stopped. Grete's mouth filled with his sperm. It was so much, that there was overflow as some spilled through her lips onto her tits. She stared at Lester for a moment.

"Don't be greedy, Grete," he said. "Let your sister have some. You can't swallow it all."




Party Potion



Grete stepped over to where her face hovered right above her sister's. Brittany opened her mouth like she was about to be fed a delicious spoonful of ice cream. Grete let about half of the jizz in her mouth fall into her sister's. They both swallowed and smiled. They liked it.

"I'm not leaving without fucking you both," Lester said. "So, you better sixty nine each other until I get another hard on."

As soon as he said it both Brittany and Grete instantly realized it was the best idea anyone had ever had. The thought of putting their faces in the other's crotch enticed every sexual urge they had. The idea of not doing it because they were sisters never crossed either of their minds.

After less than a minute of watching the two blonde goddesses lick each other's slits, Lester's cock found its second wind. He eventually had them stop and then took turns fucking them. He would give it to Brittany for a while and then switch to Grete. When he knew he was close, he had Brittany get on her hands and knees over Grete who lie down on her back. 

Lester would take his cock out of Brittany and push it into Grete once or twice before taking it out and filling Brittany with it again. This time when he came he did it on Grete's chest and made Brittany slurp it off and swallow it.

After having his way with the sisters and getting off for a second time, Lester decided to see how the rest of the party was doing. He walked back into the living room to see everyone still there, but they were all naked and giving or receiving (or both) something to someone else. It had become a full on orgy.

Lester caught Sam's attention while he was drilling a girl from behind who was also blowing another guy. Sam saw Lester and gave him big smile and thumbs up. Lester couldn't help but laugh.



Party Preparation



A finishing coat of mascara on long lashes and a slick of tinted lip gloss. I take a step back and look at the face reflected in the mirror. Smokey eye shadow, green eyes sparkling with excitement, hair pinned up. I'd do.

Walking naked into the bedroom, no sign of him, but he must be around somewhere, as the outfit that I'd hung out earlier had been changed. Instead of the green silk dress there was now a black satin sheath hanging on the door of the closet. A soft smile played around my lips, he had good taste.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed I reach for the sheer black hold-ups, trailing their silkiness through my fingers. Rolling one down so that I could slip it over toes painted with a dark red polish. A movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention and there you are. Clothed in black dress pants and a crisp white shirt, an intensity in your gaze that makes my nipples harden and my pussy tingle. You drop to your knees in front of me, your hands covering mine. Taking the silken fabric from my fingers you raise my foot, bending to kiss my toes, before easing the hold-up over my tingling toes, caressing the arch of my foot as you encase it in the sheer hosiery. Holding my gaze as your fingers stroke the fabric up over my calf, lingering as they set the satin band around my thigh, brushing the pale skin above. Your hand so temptingly close to my pussy, made moist by your touch.

I know I'm holding my breath, waiting for you to part my smooth pussy lips and feel the effect you have on me. You withdraw your hand and reach for the second hold-up, a soft sigh of disappointment passes my lips. Repeating the process on my other leg, this time you linger longer, one hand stroking my calf, the other teasing the pale skin of my upper thigh. Your fingers drifting closer to my heat. I know that you're aware of how wet I am. I part my thighs a little to encourage your touch. The caressing of your fingers ceases, your hand laying on my thigh, squeezing my flesh gently. I lift one hand, capturing your fingers with mine and drawing them between my legs, to press them against the hot, wet lips of my pussy. Your fingertips explore the pink inner folds, so slick with moisture. Tilting my hips to allow you greater access, I'm rewarded with one finger slipping inside me, your thumb rubbing over my engorged clit. My eyes shine with lust, I want you, want to feel you so deep inside, my hunger is palpable. 

Your touch is fleeting, quickly withdrawn, your lift your fingers to your lips, sucking my juices from your skin. I pout at you, wanting so much more. Winking at me, a smile hovering around your lips, you reach for one of the black and silver strappy heels. Slipping my foot into it and tying the straps around my ankle with deft fingers. When both feet are encased in the delicate leather straps you rise to your feet, placing your hands on my naked shoulders. My head tips back so that I can look at you, meeting your gaze I see controlled lust. Your hands stroke up over my throat, cupping my face, a thumb drawn across my pouting lips. Bending to capture my lips with yours, your tongue tangling with mine, my hand lifts to grasp the back of your head, holding you into the kiss, deepening it.

As you straighten up, pulling away from me, your pants slide down your thighs, exposing a hard, throbbing cock. So you're not as in control as you would have me believe. My hands reach for you, fingers wrapping around your hard shaft, leaning forwards to stroke you against my lips. I feel your fingers tangling in my hair, pulling out pins, letting the red tresses fall to my shoulders. Tightening your grip, you hold my head, your cock just out of reach of my lips. My fingers stroke up and down your cock, thumb rubbing over the tip, my other hand cupping your balls, squeezing gently. I look up at you, eyes demanding more, your response is to tighten your grip on my hair. I want your cock in my mouth, need to feel that. Flicking my tongue over my lower lip trying to entice you. Your hips thrust forwards, just far enough for the head of your cock to penetrate my mouth, no more. Fingers wrapped around the base of your hard flesh my tongue teasingly flicks over the tip, my hand dropping from your balls to slip between my thighs, two fingers thrusting into my pussy as I wank your cock, sucking at the tip. Tongue swirling around the head, tracing under the ridge, flicking against the underside, my fingers now circling my swollen clit. I want to cum with your cock filling my mouth, my kneck straining forwards to take more of you. Your hands holding my head still, then you thrust, filling my mouth, the tip of your cock hitting the back of my throat. 

One hand untangles from my hair and grasps my arm, pulling my fingers away from my soaking pussy. My eyes lift to yours, lustful but questioning and my soft moan of protest is muffled by your cock. You respond by pulling my head back, the tip of your cock pushing into my throat. Feel how I moan and gag around your hard flesh, my throat tightening. You withdraw from my mouth, before pushing back between my lips again. My lips tight around your shaft as you thrust into the heat of my mouth. Loosening your grip on my hair, you allow my lips to slide down the length of your cock, taking all of you into my mouth, my tongue pressed tightly against your flesh. Sliding my lips back up your rigid shaft, my tongue licking at your throbbing flesh. My fingers grasp your saliva coated cock, my lips now pressed against your balls, my tongue swirling against your skin, sucking one of your balls into my mouth, holding the weight on my tongue, as my fingers stroke you faster, gripping more tightly. 

Your hands tug at my hair, yanking me away, before they drop to my waist and pull me up to stand in front of you. I feel your lips on the side of my neck, your hand cupping my breast, squeezing my flesh. Your mouth lowers to capture a darkening pink nipple, sucking on the hard tip, the edge of your teeth grazing against my skin, making me moan with pleasure. Before my hands can lift to cup your head, your mouth has released me, your hands turning my body. I know what you want, what I want too. Bending forwards and resting my hands on the bed, my thighs and ass pale above the black of the hold-ups. One of your hands strokes over my ass, delving between my thighs, two fingers thrusting into my hot, wet pussy. I glance back over my shoulder to see your other hand wrapped around your cock. I love watching you stroke your throbbing cockflesh, anticipating you thrusting into my wetness. Your fingers pull out of my pussy and I catch my breath, waiting to feel you enter me. Instead your finger probes the tightness of my ass, making me writhe against you, gasping with pleasure and hunger. I hear you groan and feel your hot spunk spurting over my ass cheeks. I'm aching , the sensation of your hot cum on my skin making me desperate to cum myself. 

Withdrawing your finger from my ass you offer it to my mouth, I suck greedily, loving the taste of me on your skin. Reaching back, I scoop some of your spunk onto my fingers wanting to have that taste coating my tongue. Grasping my shoulders you pull me to face you, capturing my lips with yours, to share the taste of you. I reach back for more of the cum clinging to my skin but you still my hands. Pulling your pants back up, you walk to the closet and take the dress from its hanger, before helping me step into it, zipping the tight black sheath into place, your spunk drying on my skin. You slip your hand up the skirt of my dress, thrusting two fingers into my pussy.

Leaning forwards you whisper, "I want you wet and available all evening."



Party Punch and Pigtails



The invitation received by my dorm mate to the huge sorority Halloween party didn't exactly come as a surprise. Chris was in the process of adding Greek notches to his bedpost, and if any of the girls' boyfriends found out, he was going to be in traction for a week. But he still got a thrill out of trying to poach them from under the unsuspecting noses of their lovers.

"Come as something you aren't!" The gold calligraphy cajoled from the high quality stock of the card. I wondered if that meant Chris was going to dress up in khakis, a shirt without an air-brushed or painted logo, and a notebook computer for once and attend the party as a college kid who actually studied and finished his assignments.

As for me, the decision wasn't an easy one. I haunted the Halloween costume shops, brooding over elaborate Dracula and Medieval knight costumes, but nothing seemed to suit me. I would make a short and wiry Dracula, and the knight costume, while cool as hell, wouldn't fit me much better. There was a really good reason I wasn't on the football team, and I didn't delude myself from that fact. I was a short, paper thin, studious geek. 

Don't misunderstand. I think I'm fairly attractive. But I'm not one who'd stand out from the crowd or be able to make a touchdown without being smeared all over the field by guys with a hundred or more pounds on me in the process.

So, it came as a total surprise when the perfect costume unceremoniously called out to me at the sporting goods shop. I was there to pick up some accessories for my Mongoose (look, it's not sexy but it gets me around campus just fine and doesn't need gas), when my attention settled on the skiing supplies proliferating an entire wall of the shop. An urging imp from my subconscious whispered directions to my brain. My eyes were drawn to the gloves, hats, and ski masks. When I saw the simple black ski mask, it was immediately obvious how I'd dress up for the party.

Autumn sunshine was crisp and bright a week later on the day of the event. Gaggles of children and exhausted parents trooped up and down the streets as I made my way back to the dorms to change and get ready. While walking past Fraternity Row, I could already hear the music and see several dozen people milling up and down the street dressed in all manner of costumes. I paused on my walk home, catching a glimpse of a trio of temptresses who'd surely not spend the night alone.

The sexiest and most wanton witch I'd ever seen stood, pale face gazing toward the setting sun, the sinking star's radiance caressing her flame red hair and bringing out it's molten highlights. She wore a short black dress with a scoop neck; little black boots, a pointed black hat, and carried a stuffed black cat. Beside her, a naughty nurse was adjusting her mocha-colored corkscrew curls beneath her peaked cap, white dress and hat bathed in the same waning warm light as her friend. But the one who stood out, the companion, who stole the show without even trying, had to be the sexy schoolgirl.

If my eyes didn't deceive me, she was Kelly, one of the newer pledges from the freshman class. And oh fuck, was she gorgeous! Her long blonde hair was parted down the middle, and then woven into two adorable braids tied off with red bows. She wore a starched white button up shirt that was buttoned up all the way and trimmed in lace around the collar and cuffs, red and black plaid bowtie at her throat, a black, white, and red plaid pleated skirt that stopped mid thigh, white knee high stockings, and the real kicker of the whole outfit; a pair of gleaming black Mary Jane shoes. She carried a miniature red backpack in one hand, and an opaque plastic cup in her other. I didn't need to be in the psych doctorate program to know it most likely wasn't plain old apple cider. 

Damn my statistics and probabilities class running longer than usual. Right then and there, I made up my mind that I would not only attend the party for certain even with my lingering doubts, but that I'd find Kelly, and I would make sure both of us had enough spiked punch to serve as an effective social lubricant. After that, I would get her alone and see if I got the treat I suddenly craved. 

Getting back to my dorm had never been so appealing or important as it was now, and I increased the pace of my step, wishing I'd brought my bike instead of walking for the benefit of a little exercise.

The lobby of our dorm was filled with black, orange, and purple crepe paper streamers, and everyone seemed to be in a jovial enough mood. Some of the other students were dressed up and some were not. The smell of microwave popcorn filled the air, and the rowdy chatter only fueled my decision to go to the party despite a moderate case of nerves.

Back in my dorm room, Chris was blasting some generic rock as he stood in front of the mirror in our bathroom; carefully disheveling his hair and tilting his head to admire the stubble he'd meticulously grown over the last couple days. He was shirtless and wearing a banana sling under a loin cloth. He wore a bow across his back in some sort of rawhide contraption. Some discernable pile of faux fur was balled up on the counter next to the sink. When he heard me enter, he grinned.

"Listen. If you go out tonight, do the 'just checking' knock before you come barging in later. I am hoping to drag Janella back to our room by the hair. If you just show up, that will definitely fuck up the mood." I rolled my eyes, trying not to grimace from the over-application of body spray Chris had used.

"Right. Whatever." I made like I was heading for my computer.

"Dude, you should come. I mean there's going to be a hella lot of girls there. I'm sure you could find someone." Ah. Chris's candor strikes again. "Come on."

Truth was that I didn't want Chris to know if I was going or not. If he knew I was going, he'd try to talk girls into dancing with me out of pity. If he knew I wasn't going to go, he'd start another campaign to cajole me into coming just so he could have one more person over whom he could feel superior With his endless rutting and bevy of horny hotties.

"I've got a lot of reading to do."

"Fuck that. It's Halloween! Girls, sluttish costumes, and booze equals epic win! Come on. I know someone who'd love to meet you." Suspicions confirmed, I sighed, leaning back to prop my feet on the desk.

"I need to get this done, man. Otherwise I would. Look... Just take a lot of pics for me. Those freshman girls... They're great for drunken nip slips and stuff."

"Well if you're sure." Chris already had his boots on. He picked up his keys and moved toward the door. "You know girls aren't all that bad, man. You just need to build up the confidence."

"I know. See ya later, Chris." He shrugged, and then left in an air of overly masculine swagger and cheap cologne.

"Later." I replied to the closed door.

Once I knew he was gone for certain, I got to my feet, turning off the music and starting toward our shower. 

As hot water began to cascade down my body, I luxuriated in the feeling. I thought of my idea again and again. Was it wrong? Maybe. But tonight was the night for costumes. The invitation urged you to dress as something you're not, but there wasn't going to be anyone at the door to verify that fact. I was just taking my incognito status to an entirely new level.

Out of the shower, I brushed my hair, toweled off, and then slipped on a pair of black boxers. Over these, I drew a pair of tight black jeans and a long sleeved black shirt. The ski mask, boots, and gloves came last, and when I was through, I appraised my reflection in wonder. 

The only thing that indicated who I really was was my eyes. But then again, half a million men in this city might have hazel eyes. I was an enigma and this was more than just my costume. It was my disguise. A disguise that hid the sort of awkward and introverted person I was, and exuded power, anonymity, and a little fear. I was the stuff of anxious housewives fantasies and bank owner's dread. But I wasn't out to take anything that wouldn't be offered freely. And with that thought, I grabbed a spare pillow case from a set of clean linen for my bed, my cell phone, and my keys, then headed out of my room and out into the violet hue of falling night.

The side streets that housed a great deal of college kids were already dotted with gathering crowds of revelers. Fraternity Row was positively clogged. Had I decided to hitch a ride, I doubt there would have been room to park. As it was, I couldn't walk more than a few feet in any direction without running into sexy genies, gory monstrosities replete with dripping blood and all, and a few Emo kids who merely wandered hither and yon with a cup of God only knew what clutched in their hand.

I recognized Caveman Chris (the costume wasn't too far off, actually) and knew he would be out to nail as many sorority pledges and sisters as he could. Deciding he knew where all the action would be, I followed him. Leaves crunched under my feet and grated against the pavement as he boldly shoved his way through a group of frat boys, followed by a chorus of "Hey, Bro! What's your problem?" and "What the fuck, man?" I followed right behind, slipping inside one of the huge houses amid a group of giggling freshmen like a shadow.

My first stop was the drink table. Empty apple cider containers and rum bottles were tossed haphazardly on the floor under the table, and three huge punch bowls of the autumn concoction stood front and center. A man dressed like the antagonist from the 'Saw' movie franchise was manning the cups, his muscle and build silently reinforcing the "Two bucks a cup." Sign on the wall above his left shoulder.

"Nice outfit. Don't steal any of our shit or I'll kick your ass," he warned in a humorless tone muffled by his mask. Normally, I would have offered a reassuring and complacent reply. But the inscrutability of my "nice outfit" was somehow emboldening. I could do whatever I wanted under cover of ski mask and baggy clothes, and no one would be the wiser. So in response, I merely offered a shrug, tucked my pillowcase beneath an elbow, tossed a couple bucks on the table, and filled a cup.

I took a swig and fire roared down my throat like a runaway freight car loaded with plastic explosives. My eyes teared up. Good thing I was unrecognizable, or else the brawny grunt by the table may have spread the word about how the skinny geek roommate of that Chris kid couldn't handle his liquor. It wasn't that I couldn't handle it. I just wasn't used to drinking cider mixed with alcohol strong enough to be used as rocket fuel. 

Just as I turned around, Schoolgirl Kelly, Nurse Naughty and Wanton Witch strutted past in a haze of perfume, feminine laughter, and brightly lit smiles. Each carried their own cup, but somehow I doubted they'd had to pay for theirs. One of them saw me first. I think it was the witch. She paused, black skirt swirling around her hips, as she looked me up and down. I waved and she actually waved back, black lacquered nails gleaming in the dim overhead light. Nurse actually blushed, squeezing Witch's stuffed cat to her well-endowed bosom. But most fortuitously, Kelly actually took one step toward me, pale blue eyes searching me from top to bottom, and then focusing on my gaze. She smiled; a subtle quirking of baby pink lips that grabbed a hold of my junk and squeezed. Suddenly my jeans, baggy as they were, felt a bit too tight for comfort in specific areas. Nurse leaned over to whisper something in Kelly's ear, and the trio nodded, disappearing back into the crowd. Where were they going? I longed to follow them, but didn't want to look more like a stalker than I already did. So, I decided to see how the more popular half lived and just troll the crowd.

Soon enough, I was regretting the punch with a punch on an empty stomach. This particular boozy blend was hitting me harder than usual and mad ideas began to surface in my mind. The music was a rich tapestry of noise that only encouraged me, and all the flesh on display only fueled the fire. I didn't want to dance. I didn't want to talk with the philosophy majors who'd crashed the party. I wanted to get close to Kelly. Closer than I'd ever managed before. I wanted to feel how the softness of her uniform hugged her skin. I wanted to get lost in the dark, and lose myself inside her.

The transformation was amazing. Though I'd never do anything nearly as gutsy in a normal and proper frame of mind, I was propelled by the fleeting opportunity of tonight. One night a year when we could be anything we wanted to be. Anything we weren't, and I was not a forward, womanizing sort. But I knew there was no future beyond tonight with my pretty prey, and that knowledge was enough. I started to move carefully through the crowd. A cat burglar out to bag the ultimate treasure. Something hotter than stolen jewelry and more irresistible than an easy score. 

Kelly was dancing to something that sounded suspiciously like Britney Spears, but considering that 90% of my music collection was indi rock and the remaining 10% classical, I couldn't be too sure. All the pop tarts these days seemed to sound the same, and truth be told, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that she was dancing, eyes closed and hips swaying, and she was dancing alone. Better than that, her constant companions seemed to have found other entertainments to occupy their time. Now was my chance, and though my hands wanted to shake and my throat tried to dry up, I glided toward her as if I'd been approaching beautiful girls since I was barely out of grammar school.

"You look great, schoolgirl. Come dance with me." I extended a gloved hand. Kelly's golden brows lifted, then knit in a brief frown of concentration. "No one so gorgeous should be dancing alone."

"Okay," she laughed nervously, peering up into my eyes. I was short, but she was shorter, which only helped inflate my swollen sense of macho (or was it liquid) courage. "Who are you under there?" One pearly pink nail gently tapped my chin and I smiled in spite of myself.

"Why, just your average run of the mill shifty sort and burglar, my dear. Don't worry. I won't invite you into my van. You'll have to ask to come in." Kelly grinned. Her face positively radiated unbridled coquetry. It must have been equally freeing for her to get lost in the crowd without hanging off the arm of that great heap of muscles and steroids she called a boyfriend.

We put our drinks together on an end table, took each other's hands, and started dancing. I hoped my pillowcase wouldn't tumble out of my pocket since it contained my phone. But my cock had shown no signs of flagging, so the pricey contents likely would remain there until I moved them myself.

We danced. We bounced through up-tempo songs and took a couple tenuous steps closer to one another for the slower ones. She talked about her friends, her classes, and her sorority sisters. I didn't say much, but nodded or offered a soft laugh where appropriate. At some point, she retrieved her cup and, winding one arm around my shoulder, she sipped her drink as we moved. Her hair smelled so nice. Like fruit and flowers, the scent hovering just a couple inches from my nose as I stared into her part. Her breasts, though small, pressed against my chest and distracted me from what she was saying. And the feel of her shoulder beneath the stiff white blouse was electrifying. Cool fabric over hot skin. Blood steadily pulsed into my cock until I thought I'd get dizzy. And as the songs went on and on, I feared I had an appointment with a cold splash of water and then an even colder walk home until Kelly looked up into my eyes. Her eyes were a little distant from drink, but not too much to negate the words she spoke.

"So tell me about this van." Warm, apple-scented breath puffed against my neck. I suppressed a shiver.

"Well you know, to be honest, I don't have a van. We'd have to make do with an empty bedroom. But I assure you, my darling student, that I would take great liberties with you under cover of darkness."

"Well I hope so." Kelly pressed tighter against me, blonde lashes fluttering. Holy shit! She must be a natural blonde! Damn I hoped to find out. "Because I don't have a yard stick in this bag, but think I've been a naughty enough school girl for at least a little open-palm spanking." Steady... This might just be a test to verify her feminine wiles were just as effective on complete strangers as they always were on boys in the frats. I was just the unfortunate target.

"Really," I mused, brows quirking beneath my mask. "You've earned a spanking? For what?" Kelly laughed, swilling some of her drink, briefly studying the remainder in her cup, and then downing the last bit with a shrug.

"It's a secret."

"I love secrets. You can tell me and I give you my word that your secret will be safe with me."

Kelly's fingertips cradled my chin, drawing my ear toward her glistening parted lips.

"Okay. Here it is. I love being a tease. Especially when I've had a few to drink. But tonight, I'm well..." she rubbed her tits against my chest, gently moving them back and forth a few times, the hard points of her nipples very obvious. "I'm really in the mood for a quick fuck. No strings. None of that shit. Just a fuck and that's it. My boyfriend won't ever know, and your girlfriend, if you have one, won't have to find out, either. Come on. I know the perfect place."

My feet wouldn't move. Even after she backed up a couple steps and beer-scented air rushed up my nose. This was too good to be true. She had to be joking. But she only paused once, looking back over her shoulder with a flirty wink, then rounded a corner and hurried up the stairs. 

Did I want to know how she knew the best place to fuck here? Did I even believe she'd put out and not just lead me upstairs to maximize the humiliation of her teasing? I had no idea, but I did know that standing down here wasn't going to get me laid. At least not by one particularly luscious schoolgirl.

A rowdy cheer of men's voices erupted from across the capacious room, and all heads turned in that direction to see what had caused all the commotion. I took that opportunity to slink through the crowd, turning toward the dark staircase. From halfway up, Kelly met my eyes in the waning light, smiled, then gestured for me to follow. I hesitated only for a second, then my right foot ascended the first step, then the next, and then the next...

A faint luminescence emanated from a door left ajar down the pitch-dark hall by the time I reached the top. With one last exhalation to steady myself, I proceeded toward that light. As I passed a closed bedroom door, the shrill cries of another party guest and her lover penetrated the thick wood. My cock twitched and I walked a little faster. 

Lust wasn't an unfamiliar animal. It prowled my dreams and sleepless hours in varying degrees. But now, it was behind the wheel, driving me forward into a room where people threw their hats and coats. Driving me to close the door behind us and then turn, beholding Kelly in the low glow of a street light right near the window. The curtains were open, and the room was bathed in ghostly silver light, and so was Kelly. 

Her gilded pigtails now appeared to be brushed with platinum, and the porcelain beauty of her skin was radiant in the diffused light. My hands began to sweat inside my gloves. Hurriedly, I stripped them off and stuffed them into my back pockets.

She came to me silently, still wearing that impertinent little smile. Her hands slid up to my shoulders as we stared one another down. 

"What do you want, little miss?" My lips grazed her brow and she shivered. "What's something you want from me that neither of us will ever have again?, little cocktease." I stepped away from her for but a brief moment, putting my pillow slip and it's contents down on the nightstand while I tried to take it all in. I was alone with a freshman sorority girl and she wanted to fuck me. Praise that athletics supply store for so generously granting me costume inspiration.




Party Punch and Pigtails



When I stood up, she slid back into my embrace, her back to me as I reveled in the handfuls of her breasts. Kelly was quivering in my arms, pigtails shivering against my forearms as her round little ass pressed against the front of my jeans. I wanted to call her name. Snag her attention as she basked. But tonight was a night of masks and disguises, mental mementos and sugary sweet wrapped fantasies. Children and a few adults indulged in confections, but the only sweet I wanted was right here in my grasp.

A cloud of her candy pink perfume assailed me. She whirled in my embrace, pressing her glossy bee-stung lips to mine. I wanted to feel her cheek against mine. Wanted to trail my lips all over every inch of her porcelain face. I broke our wet exchange and did just that, though tonight, the feel of her cheek against mine was not meant to be. 

She let me with a startled whimper. I wondered how the soft knit of my mask felt against her pale flesh. When she pressed her tits against me, I suddenly stopped caring.

"Make me," her whisper urged, hot and hungry against my neck. "I... God... I love it when they make the girls in the movies. Don't be gentle. I get gentle all the fucking time. Make-"

My lust, that fierce lion of need, stalked the frail rabbit of her libido. Every anxious breath and tense gesture she made only allowed it to close in, jaws agape and fangs dripping with desire. Granting myself the tender privilege of nuzzling my nostrils in her perfumed hair, I caught her frail shoulders. I craved this like a junkie jones for horse. I needed it. Damn, how much I needed it. Dressed in the disguise of anonymity and enveloped in the keen ache of my want, I was no longer that quiet, geeky guy. I was a man. A menacing mystery in rogue black, and she was the pretty morsel of every man's (and a few women's) fantasies. She was mine.

Kelly's eyes widened as I shoved her back upon the pile of coats. But as she was swallowed by the myriad of fabrics and garments, she recovered. A more potent light was invading the innocence, and then it was gone. Devoured as she slid down the slope of clothes in one fluid motion to land at my feet, kneeling and staring up at me with the intent in her position plainly evident before I could even join her on the bed.

She gave me something I'd never known before. The intensifying pressure of such a beatific face, angelic and erotic, pressed against the straining bulge in my jeans. I forced down a shudder as my timid fingertips eased up her throat. She moaned, a muffled exclamation as she rubbed her left cheek against the zipper. My fingers leapt from her throat to her pigtails and she sucked in a trembling breath.

"Like this?" I whispered.

"Yeah..." Her purr vibrated my soul as her delicate little hands sought and conquered the button and zip of my pants.

One by one, I traced the silken nubs of her braids, starting at the flourish of a bow near the ends and climbing up and up. The room was spinning into deeper darkness and I thought I was an instant away from seeing stars such was my agony. Intense heat and numbing cold warred over my flesh. Cool air surged in through the gap in my pants and teased my cock through the cotton of my underwear. I felt exposed though the fabric still shielded my skin from her touch.

Visions of Kelly clustered with her friends here and there around campus clarified in my mind's eye, and my cock swelled and stiffened even more as I thought of what I was about to do. Not only that, but that I was going to give her something she apparently wasn't getting from her football team boyfriends. 

The very notion caused my heart to trip just as the soft cool silk of Kelly's fingertips breached the waistband of my boxers, knuckles raking against my shaft as she drew them down with an eager and throaty groan.

"Open your mouth." Air rasped in and out of my lungs in uneven bursts as I arched my hips, feeling a few cooling drops of precome sliding down the head of my cock. Without any hesitation, Kelly leaned in, kissable glossed lips parting. And then, all I knew was hot wetness and suction, and I was lost.

Better than any drug I'd tried, cute girl I'd fucked, or amazing feat of hacking my friends and I accomplished just for the hell of it, Kelly's oral abilities were fucking amazing. My fists wrapped themselves around her hair, tugging her face forward as I felt the warmth of her ears against my knuckles. At the same instant, I pushed forward, felt myself sliding along the curve of her tongue, and slipping further than that to the tight constriction of her throat. She gagged, gasped, drew back until just the fat purple head of my cock was lodged firmly between her lips, then giggled a coquette's joyous giggle as she slid forward again.

"Try again, honey. You can do it..." as I spoke, I eased forward again, Kelly's hands first settling upon my hips like cagey birds, then twining themselves around my waist with satin certainty to rest over my ass, her nails raking my skin with soft torture. Again, the wetness of her mouth as she sniffled, and yes... Further, and further still until... Oh fuck... I was going in.

The distant laughter and babble of the party came to me in waves as my pulse pounded in my ears. Kelly gagged again, but returned to applying more pressure against her throat, and then I was down her throat as she sniffed and fought her throat's natural reflexes. I wondered if she was crying, but couldn't let go of her pigtails long enough to rub my thumbs under her eyes to feel for tears. I wanted to, but the sensation of her hair in my fists and mouth on my throbbing dick was irresistible. The muscles of her throat shifted, squeezed back and forth over my cock fast enough to guarantee dribbles of precome sliding into her belly. Finally, she let go of me with a cry, tumbling back against the bed.

Hot and cold simultaneously wrapped round me like a fever. My cock sang with tension, the air alone making me wince and groan. I needed to fuck, and so did Kelly. She swayed on her feet, but managed to stand before me for an instant. Long enough so I could see the contrast of wet tears coursing down her cheeks and the wanton lust in her tear-filled eyes. That blowjob was the shortest but most intense I'd ever had, and I wanted to thank her for that alone.

"Take off your panties." I longed to ask her to take them off rather than command her, but I'm sure she was asked all the time. Her beauty was intimidating, and doubtlessly drove many of her lovers to a state of eager terror when they were sharing intimate moments. My nature tried to fight against this new part of myself, but I silenced it when Kelly's fingertips reached for the hem of her skirt, her blouse slightly rumpled and the bow at her throat askew.

The muted gold of her hair caught the silvery light from street lights outside as, with a luscious shimmy of her hips, she sent a pair of white satin panties down her thighs in a twisted tangle, then bent to push them all the way off. God knows I tried to resist. Let the records show I made a valiant effort to avert my eyes. But once my attention was captured by the parted cleave of her round little ass and below that, the glistening pink folds of her swollen pussy, it was all over.

Kelly made to stand, feet splayed as she freed them from her panties. I delivered a soft smack to her right buttock and she squeaked, temporarily frozen. Her squeal was not of indignant anger, however. It was surprised, more of a yelp, and one that suggested she might not be furious with me if I followed it up with another.

"Have you been a bad little slut?" My words poured into her and in response, I heard the sticky sweet wetness pouring out of her when she shifted her thighs, spreading her legs even more and offering herself to me with a throaty giggle.

"You bet your ass I have. Just what are you going to do about it?"

Silence reigned save for the thump, thump, thump of the music accompanied by the crowd downstairs. Kelly sucked in another breath, promising another challenge and show of defiant brattiness. I gave her another spank to head it off at the pass, but she spoke anyway. "Come on. Did you hurt your hand or tire out your wrist so soon?"

"You... only... talk... when... I... ask..." Each word was punctuated with another slap to Kelly's ass. She moaned into the bed, her bottom edging back to meat my palm.

This was amazing. Fantastic! I almost wanted to pull off the mask just to see the surprise in her face. I knew she'd seen me around. But much like the dull potted plants scattered about the various buildings or the basic utilitarian furnishings in the dorms, I was just another point upon which her eyes would settle only for an instant before flicking on to something more intriguing.

And I? How did it feel to be getting up to mischief with such a goddess? For one moment, I wasn't the bookish sort who'd likely marry a girl from accounting or a social work program. I knew after tonight, I was on the way to going on business trips and monitoring my investments while Kelly and her beefcake husband went out on their boat for a weekend or vacationed in Mexico. He'd have the honor of rubbing coconut-scented oil into her sun-bronzed skin while she planned the next sexy night of seduction and intrigue when they returned to their hotel. She would live the average life of the athletically inclined middle-class couple, bringing pizza to her kids' soccer games and tormenting all the young men she hired to come and maintain her lawn while I got older and more studious. We were cut from different bolts, and that wouldn't change. But tonight, we were just a drunken man and woman battered by the slings of Cupid's arrows and driven to a fury of fucking by the subconscious pipes of Pan.

I surrendered to the tribal drum of my heartbeat in my ears as Kelly's saliva began to dry on my cock. When she struggled to regain her footing, panting in the respite of my spanking, I lunged forward, one hand landing square between her shoulder blades as my other wrapped around my shaft and aimed the hungry head of my cock right at her slippery silken slit.

"Oh!'" The cry was forced from her petite form as I rammed in balls deep, reaching for her hips as my body took over.

Fingertips slipping over the fabric of her skirt before I shoved it up and over her waist, I couldn't keep from moaning. Perfection. She was tight enough that I felt every contraction, but wet enough that they didn't prevent me from pinioning her against the bed and fucking her hard enough to fill the room with the squelching and slapping sound of a fierce pounding.

Little cries reminiscent of a kitten's mew escaped her lips. She turned her face from the jackets and coats, panting frantically as she met my thrusts with a clenching cunt and rocking hips.

"Harder... Please. I'm gonna-" A few merciless jabs against her womb sent Kelly into a quivering and gasping orgasm, her release drenching my throbbing prick in her juices. I could smell her subtle musk in the air and couldn't take it any longer.

"Come here." 

I caught her in a strong grip, whirling her about and forcing her to her knees again, my desire unspoken but obvious. As Kelly leaned forward to draw hard on the sticky length of my cock, I momentarily regretted not stripping her down further to play with those perfect little tits. But the regret was brief, soon drowned out by the heart-stopping pull of pleasure from my cock. I froze, fingertips twined and still in Kelly's disheveled hair. The wet burst of my orgasm sent a barrage of chills rolling up from my groin to the top of my head before rebounding to my toes, and I wavered on my feet as Kelly hungrily took it all. She clearly had a lot of practice sucking cock, and I was sure my copious warm load wasn't the first to gush down her throat as I felt her tongue bump against my cock with the movement of her throat.

We both heaved a sigh. Kelly cleared her throat with a rather wet gurgle, then got to her feet and started scouting around for her panties. Finding them, she was careful to pull her skirt back down before squatting to step into them once again. When she rose to her feet, her bright blue eyes met mine. Wordlessly, I reached forward, taking hold of the bow tie about her neck and tugging. The ribbon came undone and smoothly unknotted. I reached up, gently rubbing a silken end against her cheek before bending over to pull up my jeans, and then stuff my souvenir into a front pocket. I adjusted my shirt and had just enough time to see Kelly's little hand reaching toward my neck, doubtlessly to pull off my mask. I stepped back and she sighed in annoyance.

"Who are you?" Kelly asked in a querulous tone, folding her arms over her pert bosom in an eerily juvenile pose. "Won't you at least tell me your name?" The request tempted me for an instant. But I could already hear the phantom tittering among her group of friends and feel the unnervingly intense stare of her current boyfriend.

"No. But I will say that was one hell of a treat." She fought the urge to smile and lost.

"Yeah. It was." She turned toward the door with a soft laugh. "Well then, happy Halloween and... Thanks."

"You too."

A sliver of light from the hall broadened to a wedge before Kelly's silhouette was outlined for an instant. Then she was gone and the door swung shut with a soft click. A grin spread across my face as I approached the night table. From just under the open end of my pillowcase, the power indicator on my phone still glowed green, and the light that indicated the camera to be in use was a pinpoint in the darkness. I flipped open the device, pushing the 'save' button and then the 'off' button, stuffing it into my pocket as I gave one last adjustment to my shirt. Even if I only ended up with the audio of our tryst, it would be worth it. "And that was quite the trick indeed. Best treat in my whole porn collection." I went to the door, took one look over my shoulder at the jackets and coats askew on the bed, a couple of which had toppled to the floor from the intense jostling we'd given the mattress, and smiled, following Kelly's lead down the hall.



Party Replanned



I wanted to throw the phone across the room.

"Yeah... no problem Tim... I understand. No, it's fine. Yeah, I'll drink one for you. Alright talk to you later."

Gently I hung up the phone.

"Well, fuck me to tears, Agnes. Just fuck me to tears!"

As I walked into the kitchen the preheat buzzer on the stove went off in mocking laughter. I turned off the oven, picked up the four slabs of ribs that I was about to season, and placed them back into the refrigerator with a shake of my head.

"Fuck!"

Glancing over I couldn't even look at the pool table covered in a stacked tower of fireworks boxes. A thousand dollars worth of just mortars, with two hundred more spent on rockets. The massive amounts of gun powder sitting there however was not even close to the most explosive thing in the house now. Before I started to punch walls, I headed outside.

Storming out the back through the screen door I only just resisted slamming it shut behind me but it was a close thing. Going over to my grill, I opened it up. The need to cuss rose again as I saw that the pecan wood had just begun to burn good. I could tell by the way it looked that it would have been the perfect bed of coal in two hours when the ribs had slow cooked in the oven to tender.

Disgusted, I shook my head and went over to the faucet to get the hose.

"Hey, Carl," I heard a sweet voice say.

Looking over the fence I gave my neighbor as much of a smile as I could manage.

Mrs. Sally Williams, was the friendly silver haired lady who lived next door. She had been the first one to come over to welcome me to the neighborhood the day after I got full moved in. She had rang the doorbell, the first time I had heard it ring in fact, with a delicious banana pudding in hand and a smile.

"Hey, Mrs. Sally. How's your day starting out?" I stopped what I was doing and watched her carry her clothes out to her line in a basket. The slight breeze had her short gray hair blowing into her eyes.

"Oh not bad," she said, brushing back her hair. "By the way happy Fourth of July. I didn't think about you grilling out, all my clothes will smell like wood smoke. Though the wood does smell good." She leaned the basket more into her hip and lifted her nose to take a deep smell of the air. "Hardwood?"

"Yeah, my brother brought some of the pecan wood over from where the storm brought down his tree." I sighed. "I don't think you'll have to worry about your clothes though."

"Why? What's wrong? Oh my phone is ringing!" I watched as she sat her basket down and walked hurriedly to her backdoor.

Rolling the hose out to the grill, I went back to the faucet to turn it on. Still cussing under my breath I walked back to the grill. Just as I was about to turn the water on and drown the fire I heard Mrs. Sally's screen door whack shut. Looking over, I saw her expression had changed dramatically. She now looked very depressed.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"Yeah, things just went to... heck!" She gave her foot a stomp. Picking up her wicker basket, she went back to hanging up her clothes.

"What happened?" 

She gave a defeated slump of her shoulder and stopped what she was doing. Sitting her clothes back down, she walked over to the fence and leaned on the rail. I moved over to join her taking the hose with me . Her eyes held a lot of sadness as I looked into them.

Her sigh sounded a lot like mine from earlier.

"Well, the seniors group I'm in... we have a big party planned every fourth. This year the senior center is having renovation work done on it so we rented a place. We pooled all our money and got everything bought up. Well Pamela just called to tell me the place we rented from had the room doubled booked. The other people were there first so we're out of a place. She's calling around but everything is either too expensive or booked up this late. It's just too late." She looked terribly dejected as she turned to go back to her laundry.

"How many?" I asked.

"What?" She turned around blinking.

"How many people were coming?" I asked more clearly.

She paused and tilted her head thinking about it. "Oh... well, it's about twenty five of us I think." I could see her counting names in her head, then she nodded. "Yeah, it's twenty five."

My anger at my friends and their last minute change of plans faded.

"Tell them to come here." I lay down the water hose and walked back over to close the grill. When I got there, I looked back over my shoulder.

She was just looking at me blinking. I smiled at her confusion, then explained.

"I was planning a big party today with some old buddies from my college days. They all called to say they're not going to show. I've got plenty of food, a ton of fireworks and a house made for large parties. Tell them to come here." I closed the hood so the wood didn't burn up too fast. When I glanced back over at her she was watching me with a strange look of shock.

"You sure?" she asked.

Grinning, I nodded. "Let me go put the ribs back in the oven, you go make your phone calls."

Her face brightened like the sun. "Oh thank you, thank you Carl! Oh I could hug you! That is so wonderful... I've got to go call Pamela!" She all but skipped to her back door like a young girl.

Grinning, I headed back inside. I popped the ribs back out the fridge and got the oven turned back on. Rubbing on my seasoning, I was just about to set them inside the oven when I heard my name being called.

"Carl?"

I walked to the door and stuck my head out.

"Yes, Mrs. Sally?"

She huffed and stomped her foot.

"Carl, for Lord's sake I have told you just call me Sally!"

Laughing, I nodded that I would.

"Most want to know if they need to bring anything?" she asked gesturing with her hand.

"Same thing I told my no-shows. Themselves and whatever they want to drink," I answered smiling.

"Well, that will work well for most of them but not William. I'll tell him that and he'll show up here with five bottles of whiskey and spend half the night trying to get him some gray hair."

It took me a half-second to realize what she meant, then my face split into a grin.

"I think he's sounds like a man after my own heart."

She blushed beautifully.

"Tell them to bring whatever they want to bring," I said after a moment "but for the most part... meat and snacks I've got covered."

"Okay, Carl. Thank you." I noticed she was still blushing when she went inside.

Smiling, I went back inside.

Washing the spice rub off my hands in the sink, I dried them as I headed to the living room and went over to my stereo system. It sat there looking like something NASA would be envious of a truly massive monetary investment that I have at times regretted with many a shake of my head. I turned it on with a noticeable dimming of the lights.

Okay... it was a big stereo and it holds thousands of songs set up in sound files for different people. I pulled up my Mom's favorites figuring my guests would be more appreciative of that than my own collection of eighties hair metal bands. I set it on shuffle. There was probably nineteen hours of music it could go through before it would start to repeat. 

And that was just Mom's file. Like I said NASA... envious.

I was about to go back to the kitchen when I heard my doorbell ringing. I opened it to the strongest sense of deja vu I have ever felt.

"If you say welcome to the neighborhood, I'm gonna need medication," I told her while grinning.

She laughed,and the little wrinkles by her eyes crinkled. She held out the big bowl in her hands and I took it from her, already smelling the vanilla and bananas.

"Was planning to take this with me to the party today. I know how much you loved my banana pudding,"She shrugged clearly flattered that I so liked her cooking. "Everyone said they would come. I hope you're ready for a house full of hippies to beatniks."

Laughing, I gestured her towards the dinning room. My grandmother's old wooden dining table was covered with big bowls full of unopened bags of chips, popcorn, and nachos. Small paper bowls and napkins sat in their plastic bags ready for guests.

"The fridge is filled with salsa and dips. I've got five bags of ice in the chest freezer. Got two watermelons chilling in ice water in my cooler. Plus I've got enough meat to feed an army. I think I'm ready," I told her as I somehow made a spot for the big bowl. I had to seriously fight the temptation to go get a spoon and dig into the pudding.

She laughed.

"Well, Carl, don't let it be said you don't know how to prep for a party." She looked over at my pool table and the stash of fireworks. "Good lord, you're going to blow up the neighborhood!"

Smiling, I took her elbow turned her towards the living room.

"This place looks so different now," she told me as we walked into the living room. Her eyes went to some of the things I had put out since she had last been here. "Clara had this room so full of lace and pink it was ridiculous. Now you've made it so masculine it's not funny."

I smiled and gestured her towards the large leather couch.

"When I bought the house I had planned on it being the party get together place for all my friends to come to. Now it seems they are all too busy to come see me."

She grimaced.

"Y'all used to get together a lot?" she asked, sitting back in the sofa. The soft leather hugged her.

"When I was in college we would get together every weekend. Parties would start Friday afternoon and run all the way to Sunday night. After college, we maybe got together every other weekend. Then it got to be once a month. Then every New Years and Fourth of July," I sighed. "Then it got to be where less could make it. Seemed every year we would lose one more. Our last really big party was five years ago. For the most part all of us were there and had a great time catching up." 

"So what happened this time?" she asked.

Sitting back in the chair I shook my head. "I started calling people and planning this three months ago. Figured I maybe could get enough of us together to, I don't know, maybe get the old traditions going again." I shrugged, my disappointment clearly showing.

She reached over and patted my knee. My eyes dropped to her hand when she left it resting there.

"I hate to be the one to break this news to you, Carl." I looked up to see her smiling. "You're getting old."

Laughing, I nodded.

"And it will get worse," she said smiling, and patted my knee again. "Soon they won't be able to come to the party cause they're dead."

It was not really funny but I chuckled, understanding what she meant.

"So who all is coming?" I asked after a moment.

* * * *

We sat and talked about mostly nothing for maybe an hour. Then I got up and went to turn the ribs in the oven. While I was still in the kitchen I heard Sally at the front door. She called out as I was closing the oven.

"Over here, Pam!"

I stripped off the oven mitts and went to see my first guest.

"You said next door, Sally; you didn't say which side," I heard a slightly nasally voice mildly chastise my neighbor. "Oh, thank you. Yeah, I'm good. I've got the rest."

Stepping into the living room, I saw a woman who kind of reminded me of Mrs. Ouiser Boudraeux in Steel Magnolias. She was carrying a huge stack of Tupperware boxes. I went to help.

"Oh, you must be Carl! Sally said she had the most wonderful young man living next door to her. You must be him. Oh, thank you," she said when I took the top boxes off the stack. "That's deviled eggs and olive cheese balls."

"Pam, you didn't have to go to that trouble," Sally said as she took one of the boxes off the top of my stack and sat it on the table. "Carl, this is Pamela. Pam is the single most organized person on the planet."

"Sally, if I didn't know what your house looks like I would take that as a compliment." She gave Sally a light swat on the shoulder.

"Good to meet you Pam," I said with a smile. She took the last of the boxes from me and sat them on the table.

"Thank you. We were all in such a tissy after that place called. Now you're sure this isn't going to be too much trouble for you?" she asked looking around at the house.

"I already had a party planned for today. None of those people could show up so you are all very welcome." I opened one of the boxes and seeing something that looked good, popped a cheese wrapped olive into my mouth. The taste of bacon, cheese and olives flooded my mouth. "Damn, those are good."

Pam smiled and patted my arm

Leaving them to talk, I went back outside to check on the progress of my coals. They were nearly there, and I walked to the back porch to get the cooler with the hotdogs and hamburger patties. A man with a gray Irish flat cap on came walking out the back door. He gave me a grin. "Hey there. I'm Marcel," He held out his hand to me.

"Carl." I told him, taking it.

"Thank you for the use of your home for today." He glanced around my backyard. "None of us really have a place made for parties. Here let me help you with that." 

He took one side of the cooler as I bent down to pick it up. The gray in his mustache must not affect him much as he lifted the other side of the heavy cooler with ease.

With his help I got the hotdogs, hamburgers, and chicken out on the grill. As I took a pack of hot dogs from him, I noticed his hands were stained all kind of colors.

He saw my eyes and smiled. "I'm a painter. Landscapes, nudes, portraits."

I chuckled "I was a painter for awhile. Cars," I said.

Marcel laughed. "Haven't done cars," He tilted his head then a smile split his face. "Although I did do the side of a van back in about eighty four. Was doing airbrush work at the mall. T-shirts, car tags, that kind of thing. Guy paid me two hundred bucks to put Conan on the side of his black van."

"Blond or black haired?" I asked, grinning.

"Black! No SwartsaConan. Straight off a book cover. One of Boris Vallejo's, I believe." He leaned towards the grill and smelled the growing scent of meat over the wood. "That's going to be good in no time."

A dishwater blond with waist length hair walked out the backdoor and looked towards us.

"Marcel, don't bore him to tears out there. He's being a wonderful host. We don't need him crying on the coals," she called from the porch.

"Oh, go cluck with the other hens!" he yelled to her, smiling.

I heard Sally from inside the kitchen . "I heard that, you unemployed house painter!"

Marcel's face split into a huge grin.

The lady on the porch smiled back.

"Calvin's here," she called to him and turned to go.

"What?" he called after her.

She turned and was about to speak then she stopped and gave him a hard look. After a second, she stuck her tongue out at him and went back inside.

I looked at his grinning face. Seeing my expression, he laughed.

"Our friend Calvin is deaf as a post. I tease Willow that I'm losing more of my hearing every time I'm around him."

"Willow?" I looked towards the door when he pointed.

"Yeah... that was my wife just there." He looked to the door and waved when an older looking man with a long white ponytail came walking out. As Marcel spoke to the man, I watched him clearly pronouncing his words.

"How are you doing, today? This is Carl," he pointed to me with his thumb.

The man looked over to me and smiled.

"Pleasure to meet you Tarl. I'm Calvin," he held out his hand to me smiling.

I couldn't help but laugh "Nice to meet you."

Over the next two hours I was introduced to over two dozen people. Sally finally took matters in hand and led me around making introductions. I got a running play by play from her on the people just before I met them.

Marion and AnneMaude. Two little ladies with walkers who fussed and clucked at me just like a pair of hens. That was what Sally called them in my ear anyway. She made sure they had pillows behind their backs and something to drink.

Then the little group that I met for all of five seconds before they were asking me to go to church with them. Jan and Sandy, the two sisters, Bob and Margie, their mom and dad, and a cousin Teresa.

Then it was the pot heads, again Sally's description, Edina and Silvia. If they were not lovers I was blind. Then I met Chloe and Andrew, also pot heads.

Sally tried to introduce me to Lamar but he was asleep on the couch.

There were several among the group with caps on that had things like Vietnam vet, or a ship's call numbers. They were all friendly for the most part.

Then I met William. Oh, good lord.

He appeared like a balding tornado of energy. He scooped Sally up and spun her then danced away and gave Pam a kiss on the side of her neck that had her shivering and swatting at him. He shook my hand, grinned, and handed me a brown bag with two bottles of Jack Daniel's.

"Damn glad to meet you, Carl. We've been needing to get some young blood in this group of old fuddy duddies. Lamar, wake the hell up!" He gave the sleeping man a shake that startled him awake. A woman in a very short skirt and a very tight top came over and started swatting at William with one of my couch pillows.

"Will...you...settle...down!" she popped him for every word.

"Hey, hey, hey." William dodged away from her, grinned, and winked at me. I saw him head over towards the churchgoers.

The woman with the pillow watched him go, shook her head, then looked over at me.

And I mean, looked!

I got this piece of meat feeling after about a second. She licked her lips like a snake tasting its prey in the air.

"Sally, you naughty girl. You didn't tell me you have this hunk of a man living next to you." She moved a step closer to me. "I would have come over more often."

"That might be the reason why. Carl, this is Karen. Ever heard of a dirty old man? She's the female version." Sally rolled her eyes.

The woman huffed. "So I like me some young flesh. Last I checked that wasn't a crime. Oh lord, let me go stop William before he kills Curtis!"

I watched Karen go hustling off towards where I saw William pouring a drink for an older man in a beige sweater.

"That's Curtis. He's not allowed to drink alcohol. It messes with his heart medication. Come on, I've got a few others for you to meet." She took my arm and went back to leading me around making introductions. Several of the people didn't really stand out to me all that much at that first glance. The guy with the old faded blue tattoos on both arms wasn't one I would likely forget soon. 

Then I met Fay. I knew her and she me. I could see it in her face for a half second then recognition hit us both.

"The Golden Lady," we both said at the same time, then grinned at each other.

I saw Sally look back and forth between us.

"Do you know him, Fay?"

The woman nodded.

"I used to. About fifteen years ago he was one of those young men that helped me get my retirement fund together."

"Carl! You naughty young man." Sally looked at me with mock horror. "Hanging out in strip clubs."

The three of us laughed. It was cut short when William came sliding back into the middle of us with my pizza pan being used as a serving tray. He had also found my shot glasses I saw.

"So Fay, we getting you to dance tonight?" he asked, handing her a glass.

"I've told you, William I'm retired." She took the glass and eyed it suspiciously. "Got tired of stepping on my own nipples when I danced."

Sally turned twenty shades of blush red and I about choked on the half drink I took.

"I'll hold them up for you," William offered.

Rolling her eyes heavenward, Fay walked off, shaking her head. Grinning, William turned to Sally.

"How about it, Sally?" he wiggled his bushy eyebrows at her. "You up for a bit of bump, grind, shimmy shake?"

"William, you are an incorrigible nuisance you know that? No, I'm not going to dance. Not with my clothes on, let alone with them off!" She looked over to me. "This poor young man has to live next to me. Imagine the irreparable harm it would do him to see an old lady like me naked."




Party Replanned



William leaned in and started to bump my elbow over and over. I had to shift what was left of my drink to keep it from spilling.

"See, that's the problem with women. They get over fifty and they think no one wants to look at them anymore. Come on Sally, you could give him the thrill of a lifetime."

Sally shook her head and wandered off. I saw his eyes follow her. His head gave a tilt to the side.

"Still got a damn nice ass for her age." He looked over at me and winked. "Carl? Where is your bathroom?"

"Down that hall. First door on your right." I told him pointing.

"Thanks."

The racks of ribs went out just as all the other meat was coming in. I noticed that two of the older guys seemed to have taken over the working of the grill. When I carried the ribs out they started thanking me for the party then asked me about the type of wood I was burning. Somehow I ended up in a discussion about the merits of nut wood versus fruit wood till I was forced by a full bladder to go inside.

When I stepped into the bathroom I could smell the hint of pot smoke.

"Gods, this is just like college," I muttered to my reflection.

As I was washing my hands I heard a tap on the door. When I opened it I felt a hand on my chest and was pushed back a step. Karen's lips were on me in a half-second.

Somehow I found myself with my arms around her back and her kissing me with a fury. She slowly turned us around till my back was to the door. I felt her tongue lick my lips as she broke the kiss.

"Oh yes I need to come over here much more often. Now out cutie pie I've got to turn the water a different color," she said and gave me a little push out the door.

As she closed the door in front of me I just stood there, my lips still tingling a bit.

"Yeah, just like college." I checked the mirror in the hall and cleaned lipstick off my lip and cheek. Passing through the hall I saw several of the guys were moving the fireworks off the pool table.

"Mind if we play on your table?" the guy with the old tattoos asked just before he got a stick down off the rack on the wall.

"Not at all, that's what it's here for. Let me get those out the way." I moved to gather up some of the fireworks.

One of the guys with the Vietnam hat already had an armload and headed towards the garage ahead of me.

"Look out, clear the way, explosives coming through," he warned loudly.

"Oh good lord, who let Dennis around explosives?" I heard from one of the side tables. I think the woman's name was Margie. Yeah, she asked me to go to church with her.

Lord I would never keep all the people straight!

When we got to the garage I hit the light switch with my elbow and gestured with my chin towards my truck. Opening up the back we layed the fireworks on the tailgate and in the bed.

"Man this is going to be a fun lot to set off," he said, grinning. "I can see you like mortars. I got to shoot off the real things about probably the time you were being born."

"Look behind you," I told him, also grinning.

On the wall, when he turned around, he could see the custom-made launch system my friends and I had put together a few years back. Okay, five years back. The tubes spread out in a big zigzag about ten feet long and two-foot wide.

"Oh my. How many will that shoot?" I could see him start to count.

"About ten at a time. A friend of mine took engineering and electronics. He rigged it up so you hook the fuse into an electronic igniter. One person with a remote can shoot ten mortars at a time from a safe distance." I grinned at the look that came to his face.

"Oh yeah, that's going to be fun!"

As I walked back towards the kitchen I looked into my living room and saw Fay. I stopped and just watched her. I grinned a bit when I saw her swaying with the music. I took in and enjoyed the still beautiful curves of her hips and ass. She looked up, caught the expression and shook a finger at me. I saw her mouth the words, "Naughty boy."

I was about to walk over to her and talk when I heard my name from behind me.

"Carl, do you have any paper plates?" Sally asked when I turned around.

After a second I nodded. Going to the cupboard I found them but realized that they were one of the things I left off my list. I pulled out the maybe half stack of plates and handed them to her with a apologetic shrug, then started to point to where I kept my dishes. She stopped me.

"I have some more at the house. Let me go next door and get them," she said, giving my arm a pat. "Wait. Can you come help me? I've got a couple of jugs of unsweet tea I want to bring over as well. A few of us don't need to be drinking this sugared soda."

"Sure."

I heard my stereo switch to a newer song than I knew was on my Mom's list. I looked around the corner as we went towards the front door and saw William at the helm of my system.

"Red alert! Red alert! Battle stations all hands to the bridge." He was turning knobs and sliding the tuner in a way that made me cringe. "We are under attack by Klingons!"

"William, leave his stereo alone before you break something," I heard Pamela say in a huff, hustling the man away. "Carl, can you fix this back to what it was on?" she said when she saw me.

I looked to Sally chuckling. "I'll be just a second," I told her.

"I'll head on over," she said as she turned away. I watched her head out the door then headed over to the stereo. I quickly moved the knobs back to where they normally are then switched tracks.

"That's a hell of a system, man. Reminds me of a sound board I used when I traveled with Sly Stone and the Family."

I looked at the man standing next to me. In him I saw that the hippie hadn't fallen far from the pot plant. I gave him a grin when he adjusted a dial just a bit.

"I'll be damned that sounds better." I told him after a second of listening.

"Oh yeah man, I was good at this kind of thing once. Here, let me take a look while you go do what you got to do," he shooed me away and started to look things over.

I saw Pamela and nodded towards the guy at the stereo. She kind of gave me a 'He's harmless' kind of look.

Stepping outside, I took a deep breath as I crossed to Sally's house. I realized as I crossed my driveway into her yard it had been a while since I had been around a large group of people I didn't know. When I poked my head in through her open front door, I called out, "Sally?"

"In the kitchen," she answered.

Walking through, I saw that her house was made kind of similar to mine. It took me only a second to find the kitchen. When I walked in I was greeted with the sight of her bent over in a cabinet. She does have a nice ass for her age.

She stood up with a groan and rubbed her back. "Carl could you get those plates? They slid into the back of the cabinet." she said.

"Sure."

I moved over and dropped to my knees next to her. I leaned in and fished my arm into the back till my fingers found them. When I sat back up, I noticed I was on level with Sally's breasts.

Nice. I'm mean for a lady her age... no to hell with that, they were nice.

She saw my eyes and looked down. She sighed and shook her head.

"Men! You're all worse than boys," she said, giving my shoulder a light pop. "Come on help me get the tea out the pantry."

I followed her into a walk-in pantry and she clicked on a light. Then she went to lift down two heavy gallon jugs of tea.

"I'll get that," I told her as I held out the stack of paper plate towards her. "Here, you carry these. I'll get the tea." 

I moved forward and as I went to slide past her I found myself looking down into her eyes. Her face was upturned towards mine. For a half second I saw a look of surprise cross her face as my eyes lingered. Then she smiled, patted my chest, and headed out the pantry.

My house was rocking hard when we got back.

"Tommas! Were all going to be deaf as Calvin if you don't turn that down!" Sally called out as we passed through the living room.

The old hippie gave a wave and turned it down a bit.

"George Carlin," I said softly.

"What? George Carlin?" asked Sally, looking back at me.

"I've been trying to place who that guy reminds me of. The guy at the stereo."

"His name is Tommas," she kind of looked at him for a second then nodded. "Yeah, I can see it. Pam, we found the plates."

Following her with the tea, I found my kitchen being run by three ladies like it was a restaurant on the strip. Food was moving out to people at a furious pace. Setting the tea by the cups of ice, I moved out the way, then took the plate that was handed to me with a hamburger and two hot dogs. I was then pointed to my side table where I saw every condiment I had in the house, plus a few, arrayed in easy order.

I jumped when a hand caressed my ass in passing. I saw Karen wink at me with the tip of her tongue between her front teeth.

I could taste the wood smoke on the meat and the bun I noticed had been toasted.

"Okay... better than college," I said under my breath, going to get some chips and something to drink. Pam handed me a napkin and a soda with a smile. I fished a couple more of those cheese wrapped olives onto my plate and went back towards the living room. Somehow I found a seat. 

Nodding his head like a rave DJ, Tommas gave me a thumbs up.

Grinning, I dug into my food.

I was feeling so very miserable by the time I was done eating. I had a helping of the ribs when they came off the grill, as well as the burger, hotdogs and chips. Then, foolishly, I had a bowl of Sally's banana pudding.

"I want to shoot something off," I heard Dennis say from near the garage door.

"That's what I've been trying for, for most of the afternoon," I heard William call from by the kitchen.

Chuckling and groaning at the same time, I went to find the bag with the barbecue lighter and headed towards the garage. When I stepped through the door, Dennis was following me almost like a puppy, so eager it was almost scary. The big outside door rolled up and I grabbed down the home made rack.

"Oh good lord, what is that?" I heard Sally ask when I carried it to the bottom of the driveway. Looking at my front door I saw a few of the people had come outside to smoke. She was standing there talking with some of them while fanning her face with a paper plate.

"Don't know but Dennis looks far too happy," said Fay from next to her. She stubbed out her long thin cigarette then blinked as several of the pool players came out past her and the others to help with the fireworks.

I showed them once how to set the fuses on the mortars and they seemed to instantly know how to do it better than I could. Leaving them to it, I went to get a pipe from the garage and drove it into the ground for the rockets.

When the first ten mortars shot upwards, firing within seconds of each other, I heard a shriek from behind me. Then a loud "ooh... ahhhh" With half of them doubles and at least one triple, the sky lit up with more than twenty huge star bursts overhead.

I watched the display for a second too long and the control of the rockets ended up in the hands of the old biker guy. I stepped back near the others and just watched as a rocket screamed out the tube heavenward, to be chased by at least five mortars. They exploded within moments of each other in a huge display that fell like purple, red and blue rain. The people behind me clapped and cheered.

Suddenly feeling sad, I walked back into the garage to my truck and gathered up some of the various empty packaging. I looked with a grin to these people I had just met having a wonderful time because of me. I turned the slightly sad feeling over in my head and wondered if it was because my friends had missed out on what had become one of the better parties I had been to in years or if it was something else...

"Carl?" I heard Sally say behind me. Turning, I saw her looking at my face. The mortar popped behind her. "Damn it! That thing scares the hell out of me. Carl, are you alright?" she asked, coming up next to me.

"I'm fine, just..."

"Missing your friends?" she asked with an understanding that was near perfect. " I understand how that is. There should be about five more of us here... but they can't enjoy parties any more." I saw a sad look cross her face then she looked at me and smiled. "Come on, you're still young, no moping... oh, leave that. Us old hens will help you clean up before we leave."

Sally took my arm and pulled me back out to watch the rest of the show. I didn't turn loose her arm, nor she mine. Her fingers clutched at me every time the mortar rack launched. I smiled when I heard her gasp in wonder.

"This is just as good as any professional show I ever saw," she said quietly next to me between rounds.

About to say something back I looked up when I saw one of the people leaving the party. He walked towards his car parked in Sally's driveway with Pam walking next to him.

"That's Jackson," Sally said softly next to me. "I'm really surprised he stayed as long as he did after the fireworks started. He has trouble with loud noises."

Glancing to my left I watched Dennis walk over to him just before he could get into his car. The two old men talked quietly. I saw Jackson flinch when the biker guy whose name I had yet to learn set a rocket off. After a second, Dennis was walking back towards the mortar rack with Jackson at his side. I watched Calvin, who had been standing closest to the fireworks all night hand Jackson the remote.

I felt Sally's hand tighten on my arm.

The old man's hands trembled, then went steady. When he pushed the button all ten tubes sounded out like Gabriel's trumpet. When the display began a few seconds later I knew that they had loaded it with all triples. The thirty sky flowers erupted in every color of the rainbow lighting the sky in a huge pattern of star bursts. Looking around, I saw that every yard nearby was crowded with people watching. I also saw a red and blue light in the distance coming closer.

"Oh shit man, it's the fuss." 

Tommas went almost running into the house. Dennis and the other vets grabbed up the launcher and hustled it inside. The garage door rolled quickly down. By the time the police pulled up the only fireworks going off were bottle rockets out the pipe. 

I had to keep the smile off my lips as Marcel and several of the others spun a tale of horrible young teenagers with mortars being shot from the back of their truck, and how they had been scaring the old folks here trying to have a little... cotillion.

When Calvin moved forward claimed to have gone deaf from all the noise, Sally turned into my arm and just started to giggle her head off into my sleeve.

The officer took tons of notes about what type of truck they were in, what color it was, what they looked like, and how long ago they left. He then went tearing off to look for them. As his lights disappeared, the seniors bust out laughing like a bunch of naughty school children.

Tears running down her face, Sally pulled out the front of her top and fans her breast with the paper plate. She stopped when she saw William trying to peek over the top. With a shake of her head she turned and took my arm again.

When we got back inside I found that a few of the people were gathering up their coats and wishing everyone a good night. Several of the ladies were in the kitchen shuffling plates and dishes around. There was a large garbage bag quickly getting filled with empty paper plates and plastic cups. Pam had people moving in every direction. 

Sally left my arm and went to help.

Stepping through the ordered chaos and out into the backyard I found the pair of old ladies with walkers, sitting next to the grill. I watched them holding their hands out to the warm drum.

"You haven't come to turn off our heat, have you young man?" asked the one closest. I think her name was Marion.

I smiled.

"No, mama. I just wanted to see if you two beautiful ladies needed anything to drink," I asked grinning. They both cackled with laughter.

The older of the two then turned to me, grinning.

"Now young man, don't you be teasing an old lady. If I was forty years younger I would be casing you around your bedroom tonight for that kind of talk."

"Forty? Hell, AnneMaude, thirty years younger," said Marion grinning.

"Nope, forty. I'm ten years older than you."

"You are not!"

Grinning, I walked back to the house just listening to them cackling.

Into the kitchen I was assaulted by a dozen questions from all sides. Then Pam and Sally took over and through them I showed people where things normally go. My haphazard system of organization was put to rights, then improved upon in a matter of minutes. I heard a vacuum cleaner running in the other room.

Before I could ask anything or protest, I was shooed out the door and into the front yard where the guys were standing around talking. William welcomed me in and put an arm around my shoulder. I looked over and saw Jackson was still shaking and looking towards the sky. He would every once in a while catch Denise's eye and make himself stop.

"Carl, this has been wonderful," Marcel said with his soft voice. "I haven't had this much fun or..." he placed his hand on his stomach, "so much good food in ages. Thank you."

I looked up to see his wife Willow come walking gracefully over to us. 

"Alright boys, I need to steal my husband from you. He's got a painting to do tomorrow if we are going to pay the bills this month."

"But Willowy, you never even got naked!" said William with a hurt tone. "What kind of nudist are you that you can spend the whole night in clothes?"

"The kind that doesn't encourage sixty year old adolescents. Now good night, gentlemen." She linked her arm with Marcel, and with him grinning, pulled him towards their car.

"Fay!" William went running from beside us over to where the woman I knew from a few years ago, but almost didn't recognize because she had clothes on, was leaving. "Fay, come on. The night is young. Dance for us! We can get enough bills together to make it rain."

"William, like I told you, I got smart enough to get out the rain a long time ago. You give it a try and you might learn to do it before you're seventy." She looked over at me. "Carl, would you walk me to my car?."

Going over to her side I gave William a smile, and with my arm to give her guide, I walked her down to her little coup.

"Carl, it was good to see you. With my clothes on for once!" I smiled with her at that. "I want you to do something for me. I remember you from back then. You always had a joke that could relieve my boredom. A lot of the times I would look down and you would be looking at my face. With almost everything else on display you looked at my face. I'm going to take that as a sign you like older women. I mean, I was no spring chicken even then."

I gave a hesitant nod remembering the kissing assault from Karen earlier.

"Help Sally. She has been god awful lonely since her husband passed away two years ago. I can see it when she's sitting by herself. Just... keep her company whenever you can. I know a young man like yourself will have a lot of things to do but when you can see to her. Maybe invite her over to dinner once in a while."

I looked then at this woman who I gave so much money too and I saw her for the first time. After a few seconds, I gave her a nod of promise.

"Good. Now if you want a piece of advice, go get Dennis to get William out your house before he's here all night." She gave me a smile and stepped into her car.

To get William to leave in the end took the combined efforts of Dennis and the biker guy who I finally learned was nick named Yank. He didn't say what his real name was and no one seemed to know. They convinced him to go with them to a strip club up the coast a ways.

Finally it came down to Sally, Pam and myself. When I walked back into the house after receiving a goodbye grope from Karen, I saw the two of them sitting at the kitchen table resting. Looking around I didn't think my house had been this clean since I bought it.




Party Replanned



"Definitely not like college," I said under my breath.

"We drove you so crazy you're talking to yourself now Carl?" asked Pam with a smile. I saw the stack of Tupperware boxes next to her were empty. She smiled seeing my eyes on them. "I left the last of the olives in the fridge for you to enjoy."

"Well, thank you. They will not be there long though They were delicious."

She smiled, and looked to Sally."Well Sally, I've got to scoot. Been a fun day but I've got to get some work done before I put this day under my eyes." Pam hopped up with an energy that was unholy. She crossed over to me. "Carl, thank you for turning disaster into one of the greatest parties we have ever had. I do hope we didn't drive you crazy." She patted my arm and walked by me, got her purse from the counter, grabbed up the boxes and gave Sally a hug... somehow!

When I got back from opening the door for her, I saw Sally getting up.

"I guess I need to be going as well," she said softly.

"What's your hurry? Long drive home?" I asked plopping down onto the kitchen chair Pam had been using. "Stay awhile."

"I can't... I need to get home," she said after a second. "I've imposed on your hospitality enough for one day with all my crazy friends."

"Sally, I've had the best time I've had in years." Looking over at the fridge, I licked my lips. "Do you drink? Beer, I mean, or wine. I have both."

"You might want to check your beer supply. I saw William with a couple tonight. Actually...I used to like Jack Daniel's and coke though it's been ages since I had one. I think William forgot one of his bottles. Pam put it in the cabinet."

Getting up, I went to where she pointed and found my liquor cabinet not only organized but wiped clean. I got out the half full bottle and grabbed two cans of cold coke from the fridge. The glass sweated when I poured the soda in. I watched her expression when I added the Jack and stopped just when she gestured. Mines was a little stronger.

"Want to go to the living room? The chairs are more comfortable?" I asked handing her the drink.

I followed her when she got up. She tried to sit down into one of the leather chairs but I caught her elbow and directed her to the couch. I dropped down next to her.

"Carl, why do I suddenly feel like your trying to seduce me?" she asked, looking first at her drink then at the distance between us.

I swallowed my third sip. "Because I'm trying to seduce you," I said with a hint of a grin.

She chuckled and took a sip. "Well that's flattering but bull.... Carl, I'm old enough to be your mother," she said with a dismissive wave of her glass.

"And I'm old enough to know that's not old," I told her, looking at her face.

She looked at me and slowly a smile appeared. "Good answer but still, bull... shit."

I smiled and sat my glass down on the table behind the couch.

"Sally, I'm in my mid-thirties. My days of chasing teenyboppers in bikinis around the beach, then getting hammered till two in the morning are long past. What I looked for in a woman when I was twenty isn't even close to what I like now. I want someone I can talk to, have fun with, sit and hold on cold nights and walk on the beach with on a summer morning. A body like a swim suit model holds about as much appeal to me as a Barbie doll. I want a lady with curves and soft places to kiss.... and tickle," I said with a grin. "A beautiful face without a wonderful person behind it isn't worth the time to remember her name. Now you..."

"Be kind," she said with a smile. "I own a mirror but I'm still lady enough to not want to hear about the sags and droops."

"Please," I reached over and took her left hand.

Her fingers moved under mine. I saw the faint line where her wedding band was once worn. How many long years must it have been there that two years hadn't tanned it away.

"Sally, you have a gorgeous face, a wonderful smile, a naughty sense of humor lurking under those sexy eyes and a body..."

"Watch it," she said in mock warning.

"I would love to," I answered, grinning. Tightening my fingers, I pulled her up from the couch with me."Dance with me," I asked softly.

Reaching over, I picked up the remote and raised the volume a bit. Not too much... just a soft undertone of sounds.

"Carl, I..."

"Come on. One dance."

Her eyes went from my face to my chest over and over as I slowly pulled her closer to me. I offered a smile when she finally looked up and kept focused on my eyes.

"I'm a terrible dancer, Carl," she said as I felt her body touch me down the length of my chest. "I always was..."

"So am I. Stop worrying and just hold me." I pulled her a little tighter as I moved us just a bit to the music. More like swaying than dancing, I felt her slowly give in. She leaned forwards a bit and I felt her head come to rest against my shoulder and chest.

"You smell nice," she said softly.

"I don't see how. I've been barbecuing, setting off fireworks and running around like a head with my chicken cut off all day."

She chuckled against me and pulled me tighter.

"That's why. You smell... very... male. It's a wonderful smell." I heard a slight sniffle. "I've missed it."

"He must have been a wonderful man." She looked up at me. "He attracted a wonderful woman to him after all."

She smiled and laid her head back on my chest.

"Smooth," she said with a slight chuckle.

'Thank you," I whispered.

We slowly danced to the end of that song and into the middle of the next. The long day slowly got to the both of us and we begin to more just stand and hold one another. Only our bodies moved ever so slightly. A soft rubbing against each other. I felt her snuggle her face into me and pull me tighter.

"Don't wake me," she said into my chest.

I chuckled and placed my hand on the back of her hair. I felt a slight stiffness to her silvery hair from the hair spray she used. My fingers found the softer curls underneath and I gently massaged the back of her head and neck. She moaned lightly against my chest.

"You think you can sleep there?" I asked teasingly.

"I already am. I have to be. I'm dreaming," she snuggled more tightly. "I have to be asleep. I have a man twenty years younger than me making a pass at me."

Smiling, I leaned in just a bit and filled my noise with the scent of her hair.

"In this dream of yours... this younger man, does he kiss you?" I asked after a second.

"Well, he hasn't yet. I think if I was to turn my face up to his he might... but I'm to nervous too do that," she told me after a moment.

"Why are you nervous?" I asked.

"I'm afraid of where this could lead," she said. Her fingers are making gentle circles around my back, her finger tips running along the muscles by my spine.

"Where do you think it could lead?" I felt her bra strap under her shirt as I slid my hand down her back.

"Maybe... maybe to a bedroom." She rubbed her face against my chest, and her hair moved under my cheek.

"And that would be a bad thing, why? Because he's younger than you?"

"Yes." Her voice was a soft feeling of feathers through my shirt.

"Why would that matter?" I pressed my face deeper into her hair the scent of her shampoo, perfume and a mixture of other very feminine scents were my reward.

"Several things," she said, taking a deep breath. "I...."

After a moment of silence, I stepped back just a bit and looked down. She didn't look up.

"Like what?" I asked, my hand coming around the side of her neck. When she didn't answer, I placed my finger under her chin and ever so slowly made her look up at me. I could see her eyes were wet with a blanket of unshed tears. "Like what, Sally?"

She swallowed and tried to look down, her eyes focusing on my chin. She blinked hard, and a single tear ran down her cheek. I felt it stop against my finger.

"What his reaction will be ... when... when he sees what I look like." She shrugged a little. "The last time a man saw me... other than my husband... was a long time ago. I'm afraid... afraid he wont like what he sees."

A smile lifted the corners of my eyes. I could feel the beginnings of my own wrinkles there. The smile tugged my lips into a quirky grin.

"Ever think he just might be afraid you won't like what you will see? He's not one of those young men on the beach anymore."

She scoffed.

"Oh please! I've watched him cutting grass this summer. Those shorts, that tank top? I have a good idea of what he... you look like under this." She gave my shirt a tug. "My god, you're a gorgeous man. I look like a..."

What her opinion of herself might have been, I won't know because the sight of those upturned lips was too much for me at that moment. Leaning in, I placed a firm kiss upon her mouth and pulled her in tighter to me. Her hands came up and went around my neck holding my head in place as my lips worked against hers. Her fingers dug into my hair and pulled me deeper. I felt her tongue touche my lips and I opened up to receive it. I tasted the Jack Daniel's and coke on her tongue and I knew she could taste the same on mine. 

Against my chest, her breathing quickened to a near pant and I felt her warm and soft breast pressed into me. My hands went further down her back till one rested on her hips and the other just above the waistband of her pants. The tips of my fingers were touching cloth. I hesitated then, my own nerves getting the better of me. If I had been younger, I knew my hand would have been filled with the ass of any woman I was kissing. Now it seemed... not time yet maybe? I hesitated.

I felt her lips quirk into a smile against mine. Her hand came down from my neck around behind her back to my wrist and lifted my hand. She placed it onto her ass with a slight smack and a giggle.

Smiling and kissing her smiling lips back I ran my hand across the plump softness of her ass cheek. 

She pulled her mouth from mine and pulled herself into my chest just holding me again.

"Sally?"

"Carl, I... I want... I don't know what I want." She looked up at me and I saw those tears were now flowing free. She blinked at me when a smile slowly touched my lips. "I just..."

"Sally, may I make love to you? May I take you to my bedroom and slowly undress you? May I hold you naked to me and kiss... every... part of you? May I give you as much pleasure as I know how and learn how to give you even more? I truly would love to do that." I lifted my hand to her face and brushed back a tear from her eyes. 

She leaned her face into my hand slightly as I caressed her wet cheek. Her wet eyes looked to mine

"Carl, I'm old... I'm getting fat, I'm wrinkly, I'm... gray down there. I'm not... not wild in bed. I wasn't raised that way. I don't do certain things... things guys like. I'm..."

"Giving away secrets I would much rather learn about from exploring the woman in front of me." I slowly grinned. "What you just told me could have been hours of fun to find out."

She blushed a bright scarlet.

"I also want to learn what makes you do that more often," I said with a grin.

She smiled and gave my chest a little pat with her hand.

"You are an impossible young man." I could see the decision being made even before she slowly gave me a nod. "It's been a while so I might be a bit out of practice, but... I would love to make love to you, Carl." She looked up at my eyes. "I can't see how you would want to be with an old biddy like me but if you want me that badly... I won't say no." She began to grin. "Hell, you could be the wicked memory I take into the nursing home to keep me grinning to the grave."

I laughed and shook my head.

"You are a long way from either one of those places." I pulled her into me a little tighter my hand again filled with her hip and ass. "But I will tell you a secret for your memories. I'm scared to death myself. You've got me trembling like my first time."

"Why?" she asked, smiling up at me.

"I've never had a woman that was as..." I stopped before the words spilled out my mouth but I could see she heard them all the same. A grin took years from her features.

"As old as me?" she asked, snickering a bit at my sudden shyness. "Was that what you were going to say?"

I shook my head no.

"I stopped because there's not really a good word or group of words for it. Your age is part of it though yes. Like you said you're my mom's age. While I truly don't care about that," I said quickly, and she grinned. "It kind of gives me this naughty little boy feeling."

"That's because you're being a naughty little boy, Carl, seducing old gray-haired ladies." Her eyes were sparkling.

"I knew that a sense of humor was under those eyes," I said with a smile. "I didn't want to say experienced or worldly or... old. None of those fit what I'm thinking." I shrugged.

"I think the word you were looking for, Carl, is knowledgeable. Knowledgeable about life and about real feelings." Her hands started playing with my buttons a bit. I saw her eyes go to my chest. "Take me to bed Carl, before I chicken out." She looked up at me and grinned. "Show me how naughty a little boy you really are."

Grinning like the schoolboy I felt like, I took her hand and lead her through the house to my room. The master bedroom was lit dimly from the light in the attached bath. I let that be the source of light but turned on the ceiling fan.

I suddenly felt like it was a hundred degrees in there.

"You wanted to undress me, Carl? That's what you said. Would you... please?" she asked, looking very shy.

Taking both of her hands, I placed a light kiss on her lips then ran my hands up her arms. To her face. Pulling back, I looked down and one by one begin to undo buttons. Her blouse parted just a bit more with the opening of each. Her skin, freckled lightly to her neck, soon turned a paler white. When the tops of her breasts became visible I could make out the slightly darker veins where they crossed the skin. The white lace at the top of her bra just hid the edge of her nipples almost the second they came into the light. I could see her nipples were pressed up against the cloth.

Button after button down to the end of her blouse; the last one opened and the two sides peeled away to slip down her arms to the floor.

I saw the slight flaws to her skin, the places that weren't perfect, that time had done its work on, but to me they were nothing but a part of her. No more or less than a piece of a beautiful woman. I hesitated when my fingers went to open the button on her pants.

"What?" she asked after a second.

I undid the top button of her slacks and took hold of the zipper.

"I was deciding whether to take your bra off before your pants. I'm kind of teasing myself here with what I want to see first. You nude or nearly nude."

"I would go for the nearly nude. The full nude is not all that nice to look at."

As the zipper reached the bottom my finger brushed the front of her cotton panties.

"Sally."

"Yes, Carl?"

"Would you please let me be the judge of that for the rest of the night?" I looked up at her face, my tone more serious than I had meant it to be, but saying it exactly the way I meant it. "You look beautiful. I want you to see yourself through my eyes from now on."

She swallowed then slowly nodded. "I'll try."

"Thank you."

I knelt down till I was level with her belly button. I placed a hand behind her ankle and she lifted her foot out of her shoe as I pulled. Then the other foot was bare. Reaching up, I hooked my fingers into the tops of her pants. My fingertips slid across the soft cloth of her panties to the softer skin of her thighs. Down those white thighs her pants slid, reveling more and more of her to my eyes.

"My god, you're beautiful," I said softly, more to myself than to her really as she stepped out of her pants.

"You're just young, male and horny," she said with a soft snicker. I looked up at her face. I saw her expression change at the look on my face. "Sorry," she said softly.

"You are an incredibly beautiful woman." I held my hand out to show her that is was shaking slightly. "Undressing you has me nervous as a cat. I wouldn't be feeling that if I didn't like what I was seeing."

As I stood up, she covered her bra with her arm and held her left elbow. I could see the discomfort.

I pulled Sally to me and just held her then, feeling the smooth soft skin of her back under my hands. After a moment I felt her move against me a little. Then she did it again.

"Are you hard already?" she asked surprised.

I chuckled.

"Sally, I was hard when I started to undo your first button. I'm so hard it hurts!"

Her eyes softened, then a new look crossed her face. It was a look I loved. A look of growing lust. Her hand left her side and came to my chest. It slowly followed the line of hair under my shirt down to my belly then after a pause slid out onto the hard bulge in my jeans.

"Oh my, you are hard. I've done that to you?"

"Yes, you have."

I smiled when I saw her slowly begin to grin.

"It's been a long time since a young man had that reaction to seeing me in a bra and panties." She looked almost girlish, a flirting little tease. "I want to make it worse. Take my bra off."

I felt goose bumps under my fingertips as I moved them up her back. The bra was old the hooks well worn. They come loose easily. I followed the straps up to her shoulder after I unhooked it. I looked down her chest as the cups slid down and came to hang pinned underneath by the weight of her breast. They jiggled just a bit when I pulled it free. Her nipples, large circles of dark pink, were standing tall out from her skin. As I let the bra join her shirt I saw the small bumps rising around her nipple.

"Do you like them, Carl?" she asked me after a moment.

"I like them because they are a part of you and because you are beautiful." I rubbed a soft hand along the side of her breast then my thumb underneath. The warmth of her skin there was incredible.

She smiled and shook her head.

"Again, smooth. You can stop trying to charm me out of my panties, Carl. You've already got me down to just them. I promise they are coming off."

I smiled and looked up at her again.

"Would you prefer it if I had just said nice tits? Then I would sound like William. You didn't seem to like his kind of advances."

Sally pressed herself up against my chest. Her fingers started to undo the buttons of my shirt. "I kind of like them sometimes. What he says can make you feel flattered but yeah at other times, he can be a bit much."

My shirt opened and I felt her press against my chest, her skin warm and silky.

I could hear the stereo change songs out the living room. I saw her smile hearing the first guitar strings of 'White Rabbit.' 

"I love that song," she said, swaying a bit to it against me. Her nipples moved across my chest, brushing through the hair.

I leaned over just a bit to my nightstand and picked up the little black remote. A click turned on the speaker here.

As The Alice in Wonderland lyrics began to drift out, I looked down into her face. Her eyes were closed. I smiled, seeing her softly saying the words along with the song. I dropped the remote into the chair by the table and slowly slid down to my knees before her. Leaning forward I placed soft kisses on the little bulge of her stomach, then lower down till my lips touched the white cotton.

Her hand came to rest on the top of my head, her fingers fluffing the soft curls.

I ran my hands up either side of her thighs till my fingers crossed her panties to her waist. I hooked my fingertips over the elastic and began to slowly pull down. As they slipped lower and lower, so did my lips, placing kiss after kiss onto the skin. I could feel where her skin was indented by her clothes. I stopped when my lips hit a long scar. I looked up to see her eyes looking down at me. 




Party Replanned



She ran a hand down over the back of my hair. I saw her swallow.

"A surgery when I was forty two. Had to have a few things taken out." She softly brushed her fingers in through my hair. "I can't promise you a rose garden down there if you keep kissing. I really wasn't planning on having a man.... do... anything to me tonight. Hell, maybe ever again. I..."

My eyes dropped back down as I slid her panties even further down. I looked with a slight smile at the thick patch of curly gray hair that came into view then. Leaning in, I placed a kiss into the thick curls. There was a scent there but it was not at all unpleasant. Simply a mixture of her body's normal scents blended with a growing smell of sexual need. I placed kiss after kiss in the wiry hair. my lips going further and further down till I felt the puffy outer lips almost kissing me back.

"Carl... why... why don't you come back up here?" she said then. "I think I would rather you did that sometime when I was right out the shower."

Looking up at her, I gave her a grin, and leaning into her again I placed a kiss where her thigh met the side of her hip and belly. That soft little valley that I find so utterly irresistible.

And almost universally ticklish!

Giggling and trying to get away from me, she proved to be no exception. Sally tried to step to the right a bit, found her movement hampered by her panties, hit her legs against the sided of the bed, and found herself suddenly tumbling into the soft folds of my bedding. The sheets were cool under my hands when I followed her. I again took hold of her panties and peeled them the rest of the way down her legs. Dropping them to the floor I stood up and looked down on her... totally naked laying in a bit of a sprawl on the bed. She was sexy as hell looking.

"My god, you are beautiful," I said after a moment of just enjoyment at the sight.

She blushed a bit, then smiled. I saw the start of her arm moving to cover her breasts, then she stopped.

"Thank you." She bit her bottom lip, then gave it a lick. "I ... I want to see you now."

Stepping back a bit, I caught the buckle of my belt and gave it a tug to loosen it. The snapping sound of my jeans was hidden under the growing strains of the 'Doors' The stereo ran on uncaring that the party had ended for all but her and me.

My jeans dropped to the floor in a puddle of black denim. When I stepped out of them I saw she had raised herself up onto her elbows and was watching me with an appreciative smile.

"I've spent most of my life seeing men in tidy whitey underwear. I never knew just how hot a guy could look in something else." She looked at me with a grin. "Very nice, Carl."

I scoffed. "I'm hardly a Calvin Klein model."

She gave her head a shake.

"Would you please let me be the judge of that for the rest of the night?" She gave me back my own words.

I nodded and reached down to hook the sides of my underwear. I paused for a half second to find the courage then pushed them down past my hard as hell cock and off my legs. When I stood back up I stuck out lewdly, my cock pointing at her.

Her eyes were on it, just looking. She leaned back and opened her legs when I moved forwards. I slid up between them feeling the soft warm skin of her inner thigh run up my sides till I bumped against her. Her hand slid down my chest between us and I inhaled sharply when I felt her fingers tighten around me. 

Then the head of my cock was sitting in a pool of warm liquid.

She squirmed under me a bit and I slipped into her an inch or so.

"I don't think I've been this wet in a long time. Oh... oh my."

I felt another inch or so slide forward, then a bit more. Then a slow thrust slid the rest of me home.

When I started to give a thrust, I felt her hands push against my chest.

"Softly...please. It's been awhile since I felt a man inside me. I want to enjoy it for as long as I can."

I gave a nod, my brain too focused on the warmth of her encasing me to form words. At least for that moment. I pulled out of her inch by slow inch then went back inside at the same pace. She pulled me down till I was resting on my elbows and forearms. Her body was a soft cushion under me. Her legs slid up and down my thighs and calves in a silky caress as I slowly moved in and out of her.

"Carl."

Focusing on her face under me. I smiled. "Yes Sally?"

"You can go a little faster now. Oh my... oh my god!" She dug her nails into my shoulders.

I didn't so much as go faster as I pumped in a bit harder.

Leaning in, I must have placed a thousand kisses against the side of her neck as I thrust those few inches that brought me closer to heaven by miles.

Her hands were on the back of my neck, holding me close. Her breath was hot by my ear. Soft pants, with my name an almost prayer-like whisper being said under each breath. After a few minutes I noticed a soft almost humming coming from her. I realized after a moment that she was softly humming along to the song now playing. I smiled when I heard it was 'Nights in White Satin'. One that my mom and I both have on our files.

She opened her eyes and saw me looking down at her. I had slowed the pace to a gentle rocking thrust. Hardly even moving within her but enjoying every twitch of her along me. She smiled, seeing the look on my face. It must have been pure lust and need.

"I remember when I last made love with a man to this song." She gave me a slight grin. "I was so stoned, but god it was wonderful."

I chuckled at the thought of this sexy lady being a young woman having sex to the Moody blues while stoned!

"When was that?" I asked, holding myself up a bit more and sliding further out, then back into the slick warmth.

"Summer of 71. That's what, ten years before you were born?" she asked with a chuckle. 

"More like five. I was born March of 76." I chuckled a bit when I see her roll her eyes up a bit and shake her head.

"I am so cradle robbing right now," she said after a moment. 

I had to laugh at that. I pulled back and gave her a harder thrust that took her breath for a second.

"Feels good though, doesn't it?"

"Oh my, yes." She rocked herself under me a bit driving me further into her. Her fingers tightened and held me still as far in as I could push. I felt her wiggle herself under me ina way I've never felt a woman do before. She gave a giggle at the look of surprise and wonder on my face. "Feels good?" 

I let a breath out I didn't notice I was holding.

"Oh, yes."

She grinned then I felt a sudden tightening along the length of me. A contraction that rippled down the length of me, then back.

"How are you doing that?" I asked, just holding still and enjoying it.

"I'll never tell. I give away a secret like that and what would happen? You would go find you some hot little teenybopper and train her how to do it. With that tight little body and this trick she would soon have you as her sugar daddy. Before you knew it, she would be spending you into a dept you would never get out of and then dump you for a richer guy. I can't let that happen to you."

I joined in laughing with her.

"Well, thank you for looking out for my well-being," I said after a moment.

She stopped laughing and looked up at me. A slow smile took ten years off her looks.

"No, thank you."

""For what?" I asked, sinking back down till our lips were just inches apart.

"Making an old lady feel young again."

She ran her hands down my side, her nails lightly scratching. Her hands cupped my ass and hips and she pulled me forward. I eased into her till I was all the way in. I felt her breath hot against my face. Our eyes were so close it looked like she had only one in the middle. Tilting my head a little I placed a soft kiss on her lips. Her tongue came out to meet mine and with her pulling me forward, I started to rock again.

After more than a few minutes I had to break the kiss to get more air than I could catch through my nose. Her hands left my hips then and came to the back of my head. She pulled me down fiercely, kissing me with an almost angry aggression. I felt her rocking up to meet my thrusts now, driving herself up the length of me as I pushed down. Unable to take it, I pulled away from her mouth and buried my head beside her ear. She held me tight to her as I sucked in air.

"Are you close, Carl?" she asked them "Oh, please cum for me... please."

"I'm close, Sally. I'm so very close. It just feels too good. I can't seem to get..." I said panting.

"I know, Carl...I'm there too. Oh my god, harder. Oh please... oh please."

Pushing up a bit, I started to drive myself into her with all that I had. I felt the whole length of my cock nearly come, out then I hammered it back it her. Her hips curled up to smack into me with every thrust.

Opening my eyes, I looked down into her sweaty flushed face and saw her shivering. I watched her tilt her head back and a low deep moan started to come out of her parted lips.

Seeing her begin to cum took me that last step. I felt it start like a hot surge, a tight gripping at the base, a clenching even further down, then an animalistic sound ripped its way out my throat. I had no control over how hard or fast I was pumping, the rhythms of need and nature were driving us both.

I knew that I would at some point in my life catch a breath again, but at that moment I wouldn't have put money on it. I felt shudders of pleasure making my body twitch as I poured cum into her. I felt surge after surge leave me. A warm wet feeling covered me as I continued to thrust into her. The slick feel of her along me now was almost painful but I couldn't make myself stop. 

She pulled me to her and held me with an incredible strength as she shook and shivered under me. Her legs twitched on either side of me and her fingers dug into my back, I knew leaving deep scratches.

Panting, I did my best to hold my weight off her but I'm not sure how she was able to stand it.

Then her hands were softly caressing the back of my neck through the sweaty hair. I lifted up and looked down into her eyes. A gentle smile was on her lips. Leaning in I placed a soft kiss upon that smile. Her hands brushed the hair out my face, then I saw that she was trying just as hard as myself to catch a breath.

"Not bad for a thirty something year old man," she said after a moment.

I chuckled

"Well, for a fifty something year old woman you're incredible."

She laughed then.

Even growing softer, the feeling of her laughter was amazing along the length of me.

"Carl, I'm sixty one! I told you I was cradle robbing."

Her laughter sent tight caresses along me that had me nearly halfway hard again. I give a half thrust that popped her eyes open wide in surprise.

"Well, I hope you're up to robbing it again," I told her with what I knew was a wicked little boy grin.

She pushed up against my chest a little and looked down the length of us to where my cock felt like it was getting harder with every half thrust.

"Oh dear lord, what have I started?" she asked after a second.

I eased back down onto her a little more feeling the slick warmth of her breasts against my chest.

"Hopefully something that will last a long time," I said after a second.

I caught a half look then, a moment of sadness, and then it was gone. It was gone from her face but I heard it moments latter in her words. "So do I Carl."

Sally moved herself up to meet me, clutching herself to me. I felt her lips next to my ear. Her words were now a whisper of air that I just hear. "...so do I."

Settling into a slow easy rhythm I moved into her and felt the deep warmth of her against me. We moved with a familiar motion now the awkwardness of the first time fading as we learned what each liked and how the other's body differed from past lovers. 

I heard a soft moan under me, then a sound that was almost exasperated. I opened my eyes and looked down at her.

"Carl? I hate to ask you to stop but I have to go pee."

Chuckling, I eased myself out of her and sat up on my knees. I caught her leg as it lifted up to clear me and I placed a soft kiss followed by a lick on the backside of her knee. I heard a purring from her.

"Umm... stop that, I've got to go."

I turned her loose and watched her get up. I could have watched her just walking naked all night. The way her hips swayed and the little dimples that winked at me from her ass with every step.

The room went dark as she closed the bathroom door.

I slipped out the bed and went to my desk. In the dark I found the lighter there and ignited it with a click. I lit several candles moving around the room. I stopped by a bowl of sand and lit the four sticks of incense stuck in it. I paused and looked out the window down into my back yard. A chuckle left me then.

Just then the toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened.

"Oh candles! Nice touch." She clicked off the bathroom light, I heard her walk up behind me, then she was pressed against my back. Her hand came around my stomach and rested in the soft curls just above my cock. "What are we looking at?"

I gestured out the window with my chin. I heard her chuckle when she saw what I saw.

"Bless their hearts."

The backyard was alight with blinking fireflies giving almost no light to Marion and AnneMaude asleep in their chairs out by the barbecue grill.

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I would like to think damppanties for her hard work editing this story for me. Any mistakes you see are still mine though, Thank you. 



Party Requirements: Everybody Nude



It started as a typical Friday night. My girlfriend, Karen and I were going to just hang out for the evening, and Bonnie, my roommate, was going on a date with her new guy Keith. After dinner, Karen and I were in our bedroom doing some lines of coke on each other's body parts. Somewhat typical for us. We had the door closed and were nude of course, but just playing a bit, nothing serious. Bonnie was getting ready for her date and knew that I scored a large amount of coke earlier that day. As she was getting ready, she wanted a couple of lines for the date and asked through the door if she could get a couple.

Normally, Karen and I would put on something skimpy and invite her in, but I was feeling quite frisky and felt the need to be an exhibitionist. The coke does that to me and many other people too. Karen was my girlfriend at the time and she knew I liked being on the sexual fringe. She really enjoyed that I mixed-up our sex adventures. And adventures they were. 

Instead of us dressing and inviting Bonnie into my room, I opened the door just enough so that she could see that I was nude and said, "Yes, you can have some, but only if you come in nude, like us." I reminded Karen that we've all seen each other already, at the nude beach, so she calmed down a little. 

Bonnie was reluctant because she was just finally dressed and ready for the date, but in a couple of minutes the door opened with a nude Bonnie. She looked great with everything primped and ready for a date, but nude. I said, "Well, that's not enough, you'll need to accessorize." Responding to her puzzled look, I said, "Go get that southern belle hat." I love that classy look. She returned posing with just the hat.

I prepared a couple of lines and watched her big curvaceous boobs swing with each hit. I was loving that everybody was nude and I was still sporting a hard-on from playing with Karen, which was the first time Bonnie's seen me hard I think. She took a couple of good glances while she waited for me to prepare more lines. 

I didn't let Karen know, but Bonnie and I have been teasing each other for some time now. As far as Karen knew, the first time Bonnie and I had seen each other nude was on that trip to the nude beach. 

I then told Bonnie that Karen and I were doing body blows, which I explained was snorting lines placed on body parts. She wanted a demo, so I got Karen to lie on the bed. I then dropped some coke on each nipple and sniffed the lines. I then turned to Bonnie and said that I had to get every last remnant. So I sucked on each nipple a little and said, "Looks fun, huh."

Bonnie wanted to try and with a slight reluctance from Karen, dropped some coke on my stiff dick. After sniffing it, she then gave a little lick. That's probably the time that Karen stopped complaining for the rest of the evening and realized that I was in a very big exhibitionist zone and she should either get with the program or leave. She picked to stay, yea!

Bonnie was definitely enjoying this and hated to get dressed and go on her date with Keith, although she knew that they would eventually be more than nude themselves. She was very up for the moment, so I suggested something I would have never had I not been on the coke. I asked Bonnie if she wanted to call people at the last minute and have a party at the house, Keith being the first guest. 

I saw the wheels turning and she looked down at her nude body and started getting that evil grin. I acknowledged that we were all nude and said, "So, is there anybody that you've always wanted to see nude but didn't have the guts or opportunity?" Her grin got wider. I conceded that I definitely had some people in mind and Karen even had a big grin.

We then laid down the ground rules for the party. We would call people and not mention the nude thing but that people could drop by our pre-party before going to the clubs and have a few lines. So Bonnie first called one of our close neighbors, Katie to get food and drink supplies and Mikey to drop by with more coke. Lots of it. 

When people arrived, we would choose who would answer the door nude, by whom that new person would trust the most. We had to convince them to get nude without shocking them too much. We realized that every new person was eager to see a particular person nude, so to continue the tease we would not let the new person see their desire until they themselves were coked up and nude. It was getting complicated already, but we agreed that it was a teasing night and to milk it as best as we could. 

We would also agree that some guests would be even sexier if they left some things on, such as push-up bras for those that have spectacular boobs. I definitely had a couple of girls in mind for that, hoping they would be dressed for clubbing.

Katie was the first to show, especially with her eagerness after Bonnie told her what it was all about. So, Bonnie answered the door and first things first before setting up the food and bar. Katie got nude and of course got her eyeful of me. We decided to close the curtains for the living room but leave them open in the kitchen. So if somebody felt a little daring, they could hang out in the kitchen to give the neighborhood a show. We also decided that as the night wore on and inhibitions waned, we would have dares that took people outside nude. 

All four of us called as many people that we thought would participate and our desire people that we hoped would come. We even called couples to embarrass them a little. Our intent was to get people loose with the coke and do some serious touchy feely with nude people. Down deep, all of our friends would be open to new adventures and feel the freedom once they were nude. Who knows, maybe we could convert some of them to true nudists and make field trips to the nude beaches. 

Next to arrive at his appointed pick-up time was Keith, unknowing what was in store. We were all a little giddy because he was our first true guest. We decided that since Bonnie had already told him that I walk around the house nude, I would answer the door and explain the rules. Besides, I think he wanted to see Karen nude from the looks that he's given her. 

He was a little taken aback when I answered the door in the nude, but I started to explain things and how the party worked. He could get nude right away and do a body blow of his choice after I listed who was there, or take a couple of lines then decide whether to leave or get nude. He decided on a couple of lines, so I prepared them in the front room while he glanced at a nude Katie in the kitchen. After the coke started taking effect, and hearing the laughing in the back rooms, he took off his clothes and I led him to the back. He then saw Bonnie nude, but stopped dead at the sight of Karen doing a little sexy dance in the nude. 

Next to arrive was Teresa and Jill. Teresa was on the newspaper with me and Jill was her voluptuous friend. Every guy wanted to see her boobs. Teresa was half Asian and European. A combination that I just go nuts over. She is about 5'6", so taller than most Asians, and has a nice size chest with very soft skin and actual curvy hips. She has alluring almond eyes and very kissable lips. I've been drooling over her for quite a long time now and we've had some really awesome intellectual conversations. 

Teresa and I went out a couple of times but just never really hooked up. I was really looking forward to seeing what was under those teasing sexy clothes. She's even positioned herself sometimes in the office so that I can see up her shorts, and when I finally do notice what she's doing, she gives me a cute smile.

Karen answered the door in the nude, which didn't seem to faze either girl much at all. Surprisingly, both Teresa and Jill got nude right away and really wanted to do body blows on me! Ye-ha! Out of respect for Karen though, they did the blows on my butt. I wasn't allowed to see them until after the lines though. 

So, I lie naked face down on the bed feeling them both doing the lines knowing they are both nude. I was hiding a big hard-on and when I got up, all three of us just gasped. Them admiring my dick and me just taking both of them in at once. I realized that for the remainder of the night, the visual stimulation of my nude friends would keep me hard the whole night. Which was fine with me, I like showing it off, even when I answer the door. 

I love seeing the double shock of them noticing me nude and also with a hard-on. I used the hard-on to good advantage, always bumping into women and as the night wore on. Jokingly, I was the one guy who was always ready for a body blow on my dick.

Next to arrive was Stella, a girl from school that I barely knew but did get her phone number once. I was reluctant to call her because we really didn't know each other, but being Russian, told me once that she would go to the saunas a lot, which I knew were usually co-ed nude. She has an incredible body and knows how to use those well-sized boobs and blond hair well. 

I've seen her at the beach with a train of guys following her great body that was barely contained in a yellow string bikini. I got harder just hoping that she might come to the party. I called, and she said she would need to think about it for a few minutes after I explained the rules. I said fair enough and reminded her that there will be plenty of guys here to tease. Which I know she loves to do by the way she saunters in that bikini. 

Stella arrived shortly after I called her and wasted little time removing her clothes. She didn't even go in the back room, but was already starting to strip while waiting for someone to answer the front door. I joked that she's lucky that she got the right house, because by the time I opened the door, she already had her t-shirt off. She admitted that if she didn't get this over with quickly, she may chicken out if she saw some friends. 

She had a great rack that was barely held in by an ornate push-up bra. They were pushed way up, and both areolas were peeking out slightly. I just love this ultimate tease, so I requested that she leave the bra on. She gave me that resigned "whatever the guys want" look and removed her jeans. Which was even more exciting, because she went commando (no panties), to reveal that she was completely shaved except for a tiny patch above her lips. I knew this would drive the guys nuts, and it did with her bare on the bottom, boobs popping out and that lovely Russian accent. 

I stood back to admire the handy work of her parents, and confessed that she looked awesome.... except for one little thing. I politely asked if I could make one small adjustment. She nodded, so I grabbed each boob in turn and pulled them out slightly more so that her nipples were just inside the edge of the fabric. This put even more areola on display too much my liking.

By this time, there were probably fifteen people at the party, all nude and high. Stella was feeling pretty good after a few lines, so we decided that to get things started, she'll be the first exhibition dare. To get her used to showing it off outside, we asked her to go out the front door and walk around the house to the back door. She was a little scared, but liked the excitement. She confessed that the risk of being caught was so much more thrilling than when she was nude in the health clubs of her home country. 

Her nipples were getting really swollen by now and starting to show above the lace of her bra. One more line and she dashed out the front door, around the side of the house and to the back door, which some of the guys held shut for a bit. She was all excited and wanted to do more. 

She thought a couple of guys saw her in the dark and admitted it made her all wet. So her next adventure was to walk down the street to Katie's and get some more chips. Katie gave her a small cooler to hold in front of her on the way down, but her butt was still on display and she was already expanding out of the beautiful lace bra. As the guys at the party were hearing about this dare she was to do, they were almost beside themselves sporting hard-ons and really needing relief. But the party rules were strict about just touching and no sex. This was to preserve the teasing and the girls all agreed that sex meant that the guys would go soft afterward. The girls wanted to see plenty of hard dicks at this party. 

Anytime one of the guys would start going soft, there was a willing girl right there to touch a little or seductively brush up against them. Thus assuring all of the guys were constantly hard. The nudist places really try to keep all the dicks soft for fear of being shut down on indecency charges, so being allowed to keep a hard-on at a party is actually a nice relief. Anyways, most of the guys were new to this nudism thing and couldn't help but get big hard-ons. 

On to her dare, Stella confidently walked out the front door holding the cooler in front of her crotch. We watched from the window, which itself must have been quite a sight. Ten people can't look out the same window and still cover their good parts, so we were flashing anybody passing by. Two cars did drive by, but they didn't react. 

As for Stella, she had to walk about five houses down the street to Katie's. When she passed the second house, four guys drove by in a convertible and whistled some catcalls when they saw her bare butt, which really excited Stella and prompted her to hold the cooler on her side for the remainder of the walk to Katie's. She was even bouncing a little and giddy. 

After a bit, we saw her walking back with the chips at her side, exposing herself to a few cars that drove by. A few honked their horns, but the convertible with the four guys returned and drove alongside to chat. They were talking to Stella for a bit when she pointed to our house and motioned for them to stay for the party. Well, she waited on the front porch and then escorted them in. She was still only in a bra and falling out of that even.

Stella demanded that the four guys strip on the front porch before entering the party. Two were embarrassed that they had a hard-on already. She assured them that hard-ons were not only OK, but encouraged. She then wiggled her butt and led them into the party. She treated all four guys to taking lines on her massive cleavage.

Mikey finally showed up with a new stock of coke and more beer, but stayed outside when he found out what was inside, not just nude people, but a nude Bonnie, his friend of many years. He was extremely reserved about taking off his clothes, even when told of all the eye candy inside. Not only did Bonnie want the new stock of coke, but she really wanted to see him nude. She's told me many times that she's wanted to see him without clothes because they've been such close friends over the years, that seeing him nude would complete the picture of him. 

I asked her to elaborate on this and she explained that knowing somebody in all their different conditions is important. Since they exchange their most deep thoughts and secrets, she is still missing that important aspect of him. She's seen him in all his various moods except for one, what he looks like nude. She doesn't want to have sex with him, but just see what's always covered, like the final wall that needs to come down between great friends. 

She confessed that it was also important that he see what she looked like nude, for the same reasons. She was all giddy when somebody told her that Mikey was outside. I noticed the change and asked her to explain herself. Well, he was the first person that came to her mind when at the beginning of the party I suggested that she invite anybody that she always wanted to see nude. 

She was ready to expose herself to Mikey even if he didn't get nude, but she wanted to make it special and memorable to both of them. She sent me out to talk him into at least coming inside but without requiring that he take his clothes off. It seemed like a fair deal even if he was extremely uncomfortable about seeing Bonnie.

Bonnie was definitely ready and has been looking forward to this day for a long time; ever since I brought her into this new world of nudism. It seems that people that have discovered this different lifestyle have all entered it in different ways. I just love talking with people about the lifestyle and what it means to them. I've heard people describe me as a philosopher and I guess I just enjoy the differences in life and people. Bonnie has thanked me a few times for introducing her to the nudist lifestyle and how it really helped her self esteem. Hopefully, we could convert a few more people at this party.

Well, Bonnie decided to put on a chemise and dramatically drop it for Mickey. So, she came out of her bedroom wearing the loose fitting chemise, and stood at the end of the hall off the living room. She was all nervous but extremely turned on and her nipples were about to explode. I had to see the show, so I positioned myself at my bedroom door so I could see both of their reactions. I don't know why I was so fascinated by this event, maybe I've just heard about it so much from Bonnie that I was excited to see the first unveiling between these two. There's been quite the build up to this. 

So, as the party guests start to part a path between the two, I could see that Mikey was definitely in overload with all the sights of beautiful nude women. But once he saw Bonnie, he stopped dead. Bonnie then paused for a moment so he could take in her curvy body under the silk chemise. She had quite the pouting look on her face and her body took the shy, but excited pose. She was shaking a little and her lips were quivering. It was even getting me a little emotional. Other people were looking in anticipation too, sensing that this was a pivotal moment for both of them. 

A girl behind me asked me what was up and I whispered to her that they've been friends for years and have always been too shy to take it to the next step. Although, I'm not sure exactly what I said to her because I was a little distracted as she was pressing her very firm and perky boobs into my back. Then I realized it was Teresa behind me. This night is going to get real interesting. I will remember this night forever, and replay it often when I need a quick fluff.

Bonnie then pulled the shoulder straps down and shook her boobs because the material was caught on her swollen nipples. I thought Mikey was going to faint by the look on his face and Bonnie was sporting a very devilish grin. Everybody in the hall then turned to Mikey and gave the gesture of, OK your turn now dude. Well, with his deer-caught-in-the-headlights look he reluctantly pulled off his shirt and shoes. But as he started to unbutton his jeans he stopped and said to Bonnie that he wanted to do the rest for Bonnie alone before joining the party. 

He followed her lead into her bedroom, which was now being used as a big clothes pile. He started to close the door behind him but Bonnie stopped him so the partygoers could see him from the back. This was a trend at the party where people enjoyed watching the new guests strip. I even think that watching somebody undress in public for the first time is even more titillating than just seeing them nude, and whenever a new guest arrived at the party, there were quite a few people that gathered around to see the show. Then there were plenty of compliments given to the new nudist, probably as a sympathy gesture to ease any shame.

Mickey then dropped his pants to a surprised and even relieved Bonnie. They both knew that their friendship was now complete and it was time to enjoy the party. For the rest of the night, they glanced across the room at each other in that approving kind of smile. Once Mikey settled in he started to really enjoy the party and flirting with all the nude college girls.




Party Requirements: Everybody Nude



As midnight rolled passed, the nude guests decided it was time to really show the neighborhood that nudists are proud of their bodies and like to show the world. So after the coke and drinks had taken effect, a couple of guys and a girl rode bikes around the block but reported back that they didn't think anybody saw them. So it was a hollow exhibition although exciting to them. 

When they got back all excited and hearts racing, I reminded them how a rush that exhibitionism is and they should do it more. Many people were smoking on the front porch and although shaded by an arbor, still visible from the street. This was such a turn on for the smokers, others joined just to be outside. 

Soon people started showing up nude. They heard from friends what it was all about and drove over to Bonnie's. Some arriving nude in the car. They would drive by the front and we could see that they were nude and the women did a lot of boob shaking, but when they finally found a parking spot and realized they had a long walk, they put on some clothes. As soon as they got to the front of the house though they couldn't wait to get nude and dropped their clothes walking through Bonnie's front yard to the house. 

So much for the line-before-nude rule but they were already pretty tanked and knew what to expect. Although I love trying to guess what people will look like nude when they're still wearing clothes. I can't tell at all what the guys will look like, and don't care, but women have so many different shapes, and clothes that change their shapes, that it's a pretty fun game. I only do this when I know I'll find out what she looks like in a few minutes, like someone arriving at a nude beach. I had plenty of opportunity for this game tonight, so I felt a little cheated when they arrived nude.

Karen feeling a little left out, as I was mingling with my friends, so decided to take another girl and go get munchies and beer at the 7-11, both nude. She grabbed the shyest girl there and finally convinced her to go. She took my friend Kelli, who was reluctant but knew it was good for her. Kelli is a very close friend of mine who is a true blond all over. She's cute in her own way although not exactly svelte. I was actually shocked that she even came to the party at all, but she's shocked me before. 

She wears such conservative clothes and she usually hides her body, but she had no problem striping after seeing all the hard dicks in the room. I know she didn't have a current boyfriend and she confessed one day that she goes nuts without regular sex. When she finally found me in the back room doing a line on the beautiful butt of Stella, she just froze. 

My butt was pointed in her direction but somehow she instantly identified me. As I turn around and expose myself, both of our mouths drop and realize that this was a day we both thought about a lot, and we would forever be closer friends. I just couldn't resist though and I stepped closer to give her boobs a caress. She returned the gesture by giving my dick and balls a good feel. It was the best grope I got all night.

So Karen and Kelli both took off walking down the street, with Karen proudly in front. They were gone awhile, but when they got back they said that they were talking to lots of people and really going for the shock factor. Bending over to look at something low on the shelf and brushing their boobs up against the counter. They really liked the attention and brought all kinds of stuff back, which was on the house. 

Kelli felt so proud and confident when she got back, conquering a fear she never thought she had. She stayed outside just about the rest of the night, proud of her new self. We would discuss the night many times over the next few months and she even joined me once at the nude beach.

People started hearing about the party and calling Bonnie's place to confirm the rumors. She would tell them to come on by. The house was getting rather full, so I talked Bonnie into asking the neighbor in the adjoining house if the party could spill over to their place. The couple also has a big enclosed yard and Jacuzzi. They are an older couple, but seem hip enough. 

The problem is that it was late and none of us wanted to get dressed. So Bonnie and I went over there nude and were surprised that he answered the door nude. He told us that both of them have been sneaking glances over the fence and have been sneaking around nude in their own yard for most of the night. He's wanted to get his wife to do something like this for years, but she's always too shy and worried about what other people will think. 

They often go nude in their Jacuzzi, but only at night. He often walks around nude in the house and gives her great sex after. So, she's interested in pleasing him but just thinks it's bad and it wasn't how she was raised. He mentions that Bonnie and I walk around nude in the house when he is sometimes outside doing yard work. He even admitted once to purposely position himself outside Bonnie's window waiting for a show. 

So they agreed to let our party overflow into their big yard and Jacuzzi, but his wife was really shy about showing her nude self to strangers, but was still intrigued about the thought of a nude party. So, a few of the party girls were rounded up to talk to her and ease her fears. She slowly felt better and was ready, although she went inside to change into some lingerie. She said that she needed to do this in stages. 

As soon as the neighbor lady saw a few good swinging dicks walk into her back yard, she got real excited. And I knew it would be no time before she was nude. The neighbor guy was already nude and was real excited that a bunch of nude college girls were going to party in his back yard. To get to his yard you had to go around the house, which was exposed to the street. It was only 10 yards but it was fun watching people run between the houses with everything bouncing. 

I went around and talked to everybody to see how they liked it. There were only a couple of us that have done something like this before. I love hearing about people's first time nude experience. There were definitely plenty of converts that night. Bonnie was just downright giddy and said that all night her nipples were hard and she was dripping wet. 

People were talking about body parts very casually. I got a hard-on just overhearing those conversations. There was also a lot of teasing going on. Girls pulling on their nipples while they we talking to a guy and wiggling their tight butts. 

The guys too couldn't keep from fondling their own dicks. Not having any pockets for our hands, our dicks provided a convenient plaything to keep our hands busy. Besides, I think it's just a natural instinct for a guy to want to fondle his genitals when a sexual moment passes. And this party was a definite sexual overload. The girls though loved this wanton self gratification from the guys. It was fun to watch and the guys all stayed quite hard.

Stella, our bottomless streaker, just loved showing off her shaved lips. A guy would approach her and comment that he liked the shape of the little patch of hair and she would pull it up a little to show off her shaved lips. Likewise, the guys would get requests for penis tricks or personal genital interviews.

Kelli, my best friend who went with Karen to the 7-11, kept looking at Stella to distraction. I dreamed about seeing Kelli nude for years, although she doesn't have that great a body, it was just that I wanted to see a different part of her. I always wanted to get her alone and nude for a late-night talk session. 

When the clothes come off, the emotional walls come down, and I just know I would get to some of those secrets that Kelli guards so much. I finally had a chance to talk with Kelli for a bit about all kinds of stuff, as our usual. It was really strange though because we were face-to-face nude. A new chapter was borne between us that night, which led to many more late night talks in the nude.

I then press Kelli as to why she keeps staring at Stella and is mesmerized when she shows off her shave job to a guy. Kelli tells me that she always wondered what it would feel like with everything shaved. I knew she was horny because she didn't have a current boyfriend, but I know from our talks that she's real reserved when it comes to sex and doesn't experiment much. She knows Karen and I have a quite active sex life. Bonnie keeps joking that Karen is a screamer and I must be doing something right. 

I know Bonnie gets real turned on when Karen and I are going at it in the next room or on the couch. Anyways, Kelli confides that since she's already being very brave to be nude at the party, why not shave herself completely. 

I joke that she'll have plenty of volunteers to shave her, but she insists on Stella doing it. She knows how to do it right. I go over and grab Stella away from the line that formed to take lines of coke off her cleavage, and tell her that Kelli wants to be shaved. She says sure and asks if Kelli wants it done privately in the bathroom or out in the open. I insist that it be done in the open even if Kelli balks. 

Kelli agrees because she realizes everybody will see it soon enough anyway. So Stella grabs the necessary tools and lays Kelli on the bed in my room. A crowd starts to gather for the show. Stella is going for a complete shave job. The guys watching all have raging hard-ons and even start to play with their dicks a little. Stella was on her knees next to the bed and had her nude butt high in the air, and even wiggled it for the crowd. Her big D-size boobs popped out of her beautiful lace bra and swung free for the crowd. For the rest of the night, her boobs were proudly on display popping out of her now half-bra.

When Stella was finished, everybody admired her work as one of the guys suggested that Kelli take it for a test run. So a couple of lines were dropped between her legs and a few guys took the lines with the last one, Mike, licking up all that was left and then some. For the rest of the night, Kelli was proudly showing her new and very on-display shave job. By the end of the night three other girls got the same razor treatment for the delight of the guys. One being the ever-hot Teresa, who let me take the first body blow test run.

It seems that when people are nude in a relaxed and casual situation it's OK to admire body parts and talk about them in a casual way. I saw plenty of times girls comparing boob size and crotch shaving techniques. There were even a few "Go ahead and touch it to see what I mean." 

The girls were very adept at letting a guy know that he was getting soft. They were ever vigilant, although the guys found it more difficult to talk about the state of arousal of the women. The more experienced guys realized that a girl's arousal is less apparent and difficult to detect. Some women's nipples just don't get swollen at all, even when they are excited. Girls with smaller boobs have the advantage here, because I've noticed that their nipples are very sensitive and always swell when excited. 

The bigger boobs just don't have very active nipples and take a little longer to get swollen. They're also behind thicker bras, which hides any swelling. A girl's wetness can't be seen at all, so us guys have a difficult time telling if a girl likes us or is ready for sex. Much to the frustration of us guys.

During these very open conversations about the arousal state of the guys, the banter started about what should be done about it. The guys even started kidding each other, although not in a way that would lead anybody to think they were gay. The coke and alcohol was really opening up the truths. All kinds of creative methods were used to get the guys big again, with even a little creative bargaining.

All during the night I had some really great philosophical conversations. Being nude drops those last remaining barriers and people really spill their most deepest feelings and secrets. I've definitely experienced this many times at nudist resorts and is one of the biggest reasons that I like to go. I seems that when people are nude in a relaxed and casual situation it's OK to admire body parts and talk about them in a casual way. 

I saw plenty of times girls comparing boob size and crotch shaving techniques. As the night wore on, the touching became more bold and rampant. The casual teasing was keeping the sexual tension very high, but everybody seemed to abide by the no sex rule. It was fun though, with about 50 nude college kids able to openly grope a stranger. 

It seemed that as the night wore on and people were getting more amorous, people were openly talking about body parts and sex. It seemed that wherever I went, either in our house or the Jacuzzi next door that everybody was talking about sex. I knew people were going to start bonking each other soon, which I of course didn't mind, but I really wanted to take the teasing to a furious pitch and hold off the inevitable orgy as long as possible.

There were a few couples that were getting really friendly, so I talked to them a little and explained that this was just a teasing party and there would be no sex. The sexual frustration level was at a fever pitch with everybody nude and talking about sex. But, that's exactly what I wanted. I was trying to introduce everybody to the exhibitionist nudist lifestyle and how the build-up to sex is way better that just doing the bonk. 

I was having a modicum of success with this, but it was starting to be a loosing battle. So, I thought some group games might make things interesting and get people concentrating on competition as a little distraction. Now thinking up some games was going to be difficult. So, I made an announcement to the entire party that it was now game time, and if anybody had some good ideas for a game to come and see me. I knew this would be a little difficult, because most sexy games have taking off clothes as the focus, and everybody was already nude except for those few women in the push-up bras.

Teresa was the first to have an idea and said that I'd really like it, but I just had to agree to go along without stopping her and not ask any questions. I looked at her, concerned about my no sex rule, but she said that I shouldn't worry, it'll be fun. Intrigued and excited, I gave her the nod. She then took a place standing up on the couch to make an announcement. 

Interestingly though, there were two guys sitting on the couch, but instead of moving them aside to make room, she put each foot into the crotches of the stunned guys and her beautifully-shaped ass practically in their faces. She then blurted out an "ahem" to get the attention of the living room. As all eyes turned her way, she smiled in a "look what I'm doing" way and then proceeded to thrust each foot deeper into each guy's crotch. Both guys let out a grunt as they sported Cheshire grins. I always did like Teresa's dark humor and creativity.

She then loudly announced to the entire house, "It's now time for the games to begin, and for the first game, every girl is to grab the ass of the closest guy, and every guy needed to grab the ass of the nearest girl, but not the girl grabbing his ass. Oh, and two hands on one ass is allowed, but each having it's own cheek." 

The guys of course didn't waste another second finding a naked ass to grab, which resulted in a collective mini-scream from every girl in the place. Although, only a few girls went for an ass. Teresa's though was well attended to by the guys who had a heel crushing their balls. 

Looking around the house, she noticed that not everybody was participating. So, being the ever-persuasive power woman that I've grown to admire, she loudly encourages, "Hey ladies, get with the program, or I'm going to insist that the guys grab something else." Just about every girl let out a shriek, while every guy cheered. Go Teresa. That did the trick though. 

What made it more interesting though, was the rule that you had to grab the ass of somebody that wasn't grabbing you. Teresa noticed some frustrated people who didn't have an ass in range. So she encouraged those people to wander about in search of a suitable ass, and also for everybody to keep those hands on those asses until she says so. 

Now, imagine what a sight she created. People were furiously wandering around the house looking for a free ass cheek, while the one holding their ass had to follow behind. It was quite a scene, creating quite a ruckus. After everybody seemed to have found an ass, Teresa announced, "Ok, now that everybody has an ass, give it a ... oh, hey, I don't have one." That prompted four guys near her to volunteer and backup towards her, jutting and wiggling their asses in the hope of being picked by the Asian cutie. 

The place was roaring at this display, as Teresa stared intently, trying to pick one. She got all the ladies involved in the selection by saying, "OK ladies, which one should I pick.....hmmm." The cat calls came flying from all directions, but in the end, Teresa said that one ass is never enough and grabbed two. With her command now of two guys in front, two guys to the rear, and at least ten minutes of ass grabbing, she announced, "OK everybody, give it one last hard squeeze and then a final spank." Cheers were heard from all. 

During the game, I got my ass grabbed from a girl that had just arrived, and was in the kitchen getting a beer. All I knew was that her name was Natalie and she came with another couple. She was still surveying the scene, with mouth still agape, and hadn't taken off her clothes yet. When the three arrived, I explained the rules, but she wasn't quite sure if she was going to even stay, much less get naked with a bunch of strangers. 

By this late in the evening, I was relaxing the rules slightly, because we already had plenty of naked bodies. I looked around and only found two people that were still fully dressed and a couple girls wearing underwear. Still, a pretty good accomplishment though. 

The couple Natalie came with though joined right in, with the girl pretty excited and bragging about finally having an opportunity to "show off her man." I asked Natalie to at least stay for a beer. She grumbled, but stayed. Good thing too, because she was a knockout. And although somewhat conservatively dressed, had plenty of cleavage on show already. I even spied the edges of a tattoo down deep in the canyon. I just had to see what kind of tattoo she had between those big boobs.

She only had one sip of her beer, when she grabbed my ass in the excitement of the moment. Shocked that she found the courage, I firmly told her that she couldn't leave now, not after grabbing a naked ass. She was now committed, as I outstretched my arm, as if to jokingly scold, and point to the pile of clothes in Bonnie's room. I say, "Go on now, off with them, your friends are staying. See, they're right over there and already nude." As my eyes are unexpectedly transfixed on the couple barely discernable way in the back room waiting impatiently for their turn in the coke line. Both of them have bodies full of piercings and tattoos. Oh, that's what she meant about showing off her man.

Natalie gives in at my instance, bows her head and sheepishly heads into the back room. As she's walking away, I shout, "Can't wait to see that luscious bod of yours." With that comment, I actually see her raise her head a little as she disappeared into the bedroom. I just have a strong feeling, well desire, that there's an awesome body under those baggy clothes. I sure hope the tactic works. 

Thinking for a second, I find her very interesting and intriguing. She's dressed a little on the conservative side, but is wearing a top that allows a view of a tattooed breast. She's also hanging out with some pretty heavy duty Goth friends that jingle when they walk. Yet, also seems to be quite bashful. But I did catch a rambunctious glint in her eye when I turned around to see who was grabbing my ass. Interesting girl. But I can't just stand out here in the living room waiting for her to emerge, hopefully nude, I just gotta get involved with this. 




Party Requirements: Everybody Nude



As I head into the back rooms, I have to make it look like I'm not spying or forcing her; just act cool. Well, since I do need another bump of coke and quick fluff anyways, I can just sneak a few quick peaks into Bonnie's room to check on Natalie's progress.

I sneak a quick glance into Bonnie's room on the way to my bedroom, and see Natalie nervously wandering around the room, trying to avoid the piles of clothes. I'll give her a little more time, and maybe send in a comforting soul in a few minutes. As I enter my bedroom, the coke room, I'm stopped by the sight of a beautifully-shaped ass sticking up high in the air. She's kneeling on the floor, taking a body shot of coke from some guy's very erect dick, and really putting her assets on display by arching her back and spreading her legs. Then I'm dumfounded to realize it's my girlfriend, Karen. 

It's good to see she's enjoying herself, because I really haven't been paying too much attention to her tonight. I kind of brought her into this coke-laden, exhibitionist lifestyle and I gotta give her a lot of credit, she's taken to it well. We're very confident in our relationship, which gives us the freedom to be the total flirts that we are, while knowing that we always arrive together and leave together. I know she has plenty of admiring guys around her and has quite the rambunctious streak, but I too play with the girls. 

Her thing is to frequent the nightclubs a lot, and I head down to the nude beach whenever I have a free afternoon. I know that she dances and teases lots of guys at the nightclubs, while I've been known to take girls to the nude beach with me. So, we each have our play on the side, but have always promised no sex with others, and to openly discuss any problems in our relationship that may lead us to stray. I have it pretty good, huh.

After Karen sniffed the coke from the underside of the guys erect dick, she gives the entire package a single long lick, before getting up off the floor and being surprised to see me watching. She's understandingly a little embarrassed, but I kinda liked the show, so with an "it's OK" tone, I asked if she's enjoying the party. She gives me a big, wet French kiss and thanks me for getting this awesome party stared. 

She says she just loves showing off her curvy Latin body to all these swinging dicks. Then she bounds down the hall mumbling something about a jog around the block. Knowing that she's fully capable of streaking around the block, especially all coked-up, I yell back to her, "Maybe you should wait until after 2am for that... and take somebody with you." She waves back at me saying she'll wait then. 

I love putting Karen in situations where she's "accidentally" exposing herself to someone or pushing that exhibitionist envelope, but she's always good about listening to me concerning her safety or if there's a danger in getting caught by the police. Because she's a young girl, she can get away with far more than I could. Naked girls get stared at, while naked guys get arrested. Such a lousy double standard. Well, it now looks like the party patrons will get to witness Karen, and hopefully more nudies, jog naked around the block come 2am.

I take another quick glance into Bonnie's room and see that Natalie is now removing her shoes. We're making progress. I still need a body shot, so I look around to pick my body. Let's see, I think this time I want a body shot off of....hmmm...... ah, what the heck, go all the way. So, I search for a shaved crotch and I needed to find the beautiful, blond Russian. I haven't seen her in awhile, but just then I hear her hoping it up in the front room. It seems that she just returned from another excursion down the block to Katie's. I think I created a monster. 

I asked her for a body shot (didn't say where), but she only agreed if she could do one from me. I lead her into the back room, lay her out on my bed, and spread her legs all the way. She was quite flexible, but was a little uncomfortable, because none of the other body shots have been done from there tonight. I reminded her that she already agreed, so there's no backing out now. 

She finally relented, as I get busy spreading two very long lines of coke just barely outside of her slightly swollen lips. Any further in and the coke would get wet. I stood back to admire the scene, as I notice a crowd has gathered. I flash a boastful smile at the crowd and head in with my straw. The combination of the coke rush and sweet smell of her juices take me to a dizzying height, which overwhelms my senses causing me to fall back in ecstasy. 

The crowd gasps, as all the guys watching shout out to be next. Stella looks up, sees me almost passed out on the floor, trying to figure out what just happen. I look her right in the eyes and coo, "You have the most amazing sweet smell I've ever experienced... thank you." She is quite pleased with her effect on me, but starts to panic when she sees the onslaught of eager guys trying to get into the room.

I hold them back and say, "Guys, stop. It's up to her, and what she says is final." A much relief to Stella, as she reminds me that it's her turn now for a body shot. I shoo the crowd away to give Stella some room. She then instructs me to take the same position that she did. I'm all excited getting into position and feel my dick starting to rise from its current semi-hard state. Stella stares down at my crotch and acts impatient, as she gets her face real close and starts to blow on it. That did the trick, as she cheers her success. 

She then drops a single line from the swollen tip all the way down the shaft. She kneels down in position and I suddenly feel her grabbing around my entire ball sack and squeezing hard. With that same hand, she is expertly pressing real hard on the g-spot below the sack, taking me into quite a tizzy. She sniffs the line of coke as I uncontrollably let out a deep grunt of pleasure. She releases her grip and kisses her way up the shaft. 

I'm in heaven as I come back to reality, and admire Stella's beautiful body hovering over me. She pulls me up from the bed and I fall into her with a big, fleshy hug. I can feel her hard nipples dig into my chest as I also feel my dick pressed hard into her crotch. We both sigh as we part and go along our merry way back into the sea of nude people. 

I snap back to reality and need to check on Natalie's progress. I see that the Goth couple that arrived with Natalie are now in the bedroom with her. No doubt discussing her fear to strip. I enter and notice that the guy, Nick, is sitting on the far edge of the bed facing away from the girls. I ask why and the Goth girl, Petra, explains that Natalie doesn't have much experience with guys, especially naked ones, and is still a little freaked out at this party. 

The naked Petra is sitting next to Natalie, on the bed, and I notice that Natalie hasn't looked my way once since I walked in. Petra continues that Natalie asked them both into the room, but Nick had to keep turned away. I see Nick look over his shoulder at me with a shrug. I say, "Well, I guess this thing is definitely freaking her out then." as I point to my full erection standing straight out in front of me. So, to put her at ease, I sit down on the floor and grab the closest piece of clothing to cover my crotch. 

The gesture works, as Petra gives Natalie a little jab to say it's OK now. Natalie looks my way and almost in tears says, "I thought I could do it, really. I even grabbed your ass earlier, and that didn't freak me out. I really don't want to bring you guys down, but I think guys just scare me a little. Probably because I dwell on all the bad things I hear about." 

I talk with her for awhile, which seems to be calming her a little. I ask her if she's ever done coke, which she responds that Nick and Petra have tried, but she just wasn't ready for it yet. I mouth to Petra to just how old Natalie is, when Petra mouths back "Eighteen, but very naive." 

I boldly and enthusiastically tell Natalie that, "Tonight will start a new dawn. I promise you'll leave here tonight a new woman. And with your friends, Nick and Petra here to protect you, there's no better time to try something new. This house is full of nice, caring, sympathetic people that all went through the same emotions as you, some even did tonight, and look at them. They're all enjoying themselves and thankful that I helped them get over one of their biggest fears. Nude is actually kinda fun and quite liberating. See Nick and Petra here, they are obviously comfortable with their bodies and by the end of the night, you will too. So, do I get a nod?" 

Natalie gets a big hug and a few encouraging words from Petra, which seals the deal. Natalie looked up at me and nodded. I yelp, "Great, I'll be back in a minute."

I head over to my bedroom and get some coke supplies. When I returned, Natalie was already unbuttoning her pants and quickly turned away from me as I reentered, still shielding from seeing my dick. I kneel on the floor next to Nick, facing the bed and spread out the supplies. I prepare a bunch of lines for all of us while Natalie watches. 

Nick is first, still careful to hide his crotch from Natalie. Petra sprawls out across the bed to take a couple of lines, as I couldn't help whispering to her that she had a great bod. She smiles as we both gingerly look up at Nick. He didn't seem to mind. By this time, Natalie had her pants off, but her long shirt was still covering her panties. 

As she stands there, contemplating taking coke for the first time, each of us take the time to explain how it all works and what she should feel, just so she knows what to expect. We've all been there and so relate our personal experiences. She takes it all in. Convinced and accepting, she walked around to my side of the bed and kneeled beside me. Nick didn't try to cover up this time and Petra was still sprawled across the bed, watching me check out her nice ass.

Just before the big moment, a guy and girl walk into the room, obviously just arrived. I recognize them from school and welcome them to the party. They both start to strip right away, and the guy has no problem getting naked, but the girl stops at her bra and panties and is having second thoughts. The guy doesn't have any patience, and says, "Look Trish, we've been to a nude beach already, and there were lots of people around, so drop-em so we can get to this off-the-hook party." 

She says, "Ya, but there's people here I know." He quips back, "And, they're already naked themselves, so what are they gonna say, huh." She sees the logic and removes the rest of her clothes. They give us a wave and run out to join her nude friends. I look down to notice Nick sure liked watching that girl strip, by the way his semi-hard was twitching.

Back to the task at hand, I give Natalie the straw and enjoy the moment of watching her take coke for the first time. I pat her on the back and say, "You're really gonna love this." I leave the coke supplies on the bed as I stand up. Natalie's face is now just inches from my still erect dick, but she doesn't turn to look. I leave the three in the room and say I'll be back in a bit. It'll be a few minutes before the coke has its effect on Natalie.

Upon entering the living room, I realize that it's now really packed and people are getting close enough to each other for plenty of ass bumping. I see some of the guys are taking real advantage of this. They're standing with their girlfriends, acting all good, but rubbing asses with the girl behind them. It's fun to watch the dicks grow, totally embarrassing the girlfriends. 

Karen then runs up to me and announces that it's now past 2am and time for a run around the block. I give her the OK, but ask if she's taking someone along. She points to the two jock guys behind her and excitedly says, "They'll join me." 

I announce loudly to the house, "Karen and these two guys are going for a jog around the block. Anybody want to join them?" After about a minute of people thinking about streaking through the neighborhood, a few more people joined Karen. I gave my nod, and without giving any of the volunteers' time to think it over, Karen led four guys and two other girls out the door. 

A few of us stood on the front porch watching seven naked asses run down the street. A few minutes later, they all came running back in the house trying to catch their breath, but all totally jazzed at what they did.

I then wanted to check back on Natalie's progress and my little project. But before I did, I wanted to be rock hard so as to make a presentation for Natalie and get her to ask me questions about what scares her so much about guy's dicks. I was talking to Jill at the time. We were just chatting away and both not trying to hide our sneak peaks of each other. Jill was quite voluptuous and was shaking those big boobs around all night. She had a lot of pubic hair, but at least it was blond, like Bonnie's. 

As we were talking, I just casually reached down and started playing with my dick. I loved the feeling of playing with myself while talking to a girl, nude or not. I just act casual about it, like it's no big deal, knowing that it's either shocking to the girl or she's getting off on it. Either way, it's fun to watch them squirm. So, as my dick gets to a full erection, pointing right at Jill, I say, "Well, it looks like I'm all fluffed now and ready to impress. What do ya think Jill?" 

She stares directly at my fully erect dick and says, "Yup, you're quite impressive there. I always wondered what was lurking under those shorts when we worked together on the newspaper. I swear I could see the outline sometimes. Do you wear boxers?" 

I reply, "Really, you were checking me out. Well, that's what I get for not wearing underwear." She jumped back slightly at that comment, and gave me a leering smile. As I turn to walk into the back room, Jill reaches out for a quick grope. I return the gesture and give her boob a nice squeeze.

I enter Bonnie's room all excited about what I'll see. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be much progress with Natalie's clothes. She was still wearing that long shirt. A bored Nick said that there was progress, she lost the underwear, but was actually waiting for me to get back. 

Natalie walked up to me and said, "I was waiting for you to come back. If I'm going through with this, I want you here." I could tell the coke was taking effect. She was a lot more relaxed and dancing around the room. I suggest another bump, but this time we'll do body blows as options. Petra gets all excited and wants one off my ass. I lay face down on the bed, as she does her lines. Nick is next and does a couple piles off Petra's nipples. Natalie looks fascinated at this new trick, and wants to do one. But, shy as she is around men, takes a couple lines off Petra's ass. 

I then ask for Natalie's ass, as we all anticipate her response. She finally says yes, lays down on the bed and gingerly pulls her shirt tail up to expose a really nice ass. I set a line on each cheek, making sure I don't touch her skin with my hand. I announce that I'm going in and short both lines. I instruct her not to get up yet and explain about getting every last little flake. We needn't waste anything. She reluctantly agrees, although unsure of what I meant. So, I reach over her and lick both cheeks. She's a little startled, but says, "Oh, that wasn't so bad."

I then get her off the bed, sit on the edge myself and say, "Ok, girl, it's time to feel that freedom." We all intently watch as she unbuttons the remaining few and casts away her shirt. She opens her arms with a "ta-da". Wow, she really does have a great bod under there. I could tell now that she had a tree-branch looking tattoo that completely curled under her left boob. You could even see the entire tattoo, because she had at least a C-cup or bigger without any sag. Those teenage boobs jut right out there without any hint of sag yet. 

Nick asked if I liked his artwork. I flashed a big thumbs up on that one. Natalie's boobs were definitely her best asset, but everything else was also nicely taught. And since she hasn't explored her sexuality too much yet, she was in need of a thorough trimming. We all congratulated her success and sat on the top of the bed facing each other. I took this opportunity to ask Natalie point-blank about why she's so afraid of a guy's "thing." 

She opened up quite easily and began to tell us that she just doesn't understand much about them and never had the opportunity to ask.

I said, "Well, you have two naked guys right here and we wouldn't be embarrassed answering any questions. Go ahead, what do you want to know?" I rose up on my knees, spread my legs a little and thrust out my groin as an offering. She stared quite intently at my still hard dick as I stared back at those great boobs. I began the lesson by grabbing my dick and moving it all around, while I explained all that I knew. 

This went on for at least twenty minutes, as Natalie was riveted the entire time. She really didn't ask many questions, but when I was done, she thanked me profusely for finally helping her understand what it's all about. She says that she was now ready to join the party and be naked around all those other people. The three of us cheered, but I suggested one last bump before heading out. We were low on coke, so I went back into my room for more. Jill was in there just finishing a body blow, and I just couldn't resist giving those boobs a quick groping. I teasingly asked her to keep them handy, I want to visit them later.

Going back into Bonnie's room, I see Natalie walking around quite casually without a hint of modesty. I explain to her that there's a lot of touching going on at this party, and she shouldn't feel shy at all touching someone else anywhere she likes, or even touching herself. Everybody's become very open tonight, as she'll see. As if to demonstrate, but actually trying to convince her to participate, I take my dick and start stroking and squeezing. 

As she watches, I say, "See what I'm doing now. I'm forcing more blood into the head to make it bigger. You like to watch that?" She enthusiastically nods while still staring. I motion to Nick and Petra to join, but I see Nick has already started and Petra soon joins in with one hand twisting a nipple and the other playing with her clit piercings. 

Natalie is soon joining us by first giving her boobs a good massage, and then fingering her crotch. She says, "I can't believe I'm doing this with people watching me." While she's still going at it, I lead her over to the bed and gently push her onto the bed, face up. I tell her to keep those fingers going, as I put coke on each areola encircling each now-engorged nipple. I stand at the edge of the bed, between her legs and lean over her to take the lines. 

My dick is resting on her hand and bobbing up and down to her rhythm. Finished with the snorting, I then suck on each nipple to get every last flake. I then grab her by the arms, pull her upright and lead her out into the main party. She stands quietly for a moment amongst all the naked bodies and slowly builds up to a big smile. My work here is done, so I introduce her to a couple of my friends and leave her to mingle.

It's getting pretty late and the coke is all gone, so some people are already heading out. Quite a few though are leaving with their clothes in their hands for a naked ride home. And there's a pretty large group of people taking the party onto the front porch, all comfortable at being nude. The party eventually thins out and leaves only a few people to crash at our place, being way to out of it to make it home. 

Bonnie and I give them a comfortable space on the floor or couch to sleep it off. We did find one guy passed out in the alcove on the front porch. He was too heavy to bring into the house and still nude, so Bonnie just left him there for the night, after covering him with a big towel. He was very surprised in the morning, waking up to a busy street wondering what happened to his clothes. 




Party Requirements: Everybody Nude



He didn't seem to remember a thing from the previous night, and we found out later that some of his friends were messing with him and took his clothes home with them. We eventually got him back to the dorm, but not before Bonnie had some fun with his head. She had him totally convinced that he performed some pretty racy stunts in the nude and the whole school will be talking about him. All this of course as she teasingly parades in front of him still nude, enjoying the power she has over his loins.

Needless to say, the party was a huge success and was the buzz on campus for a couple of semesters. It even took months for some people to track down their clothes. The massive cost of the coke necessary to loosen-up 50 university students prevented another party of the same magnitude, but smaller parties with the same theme popped-up once in awhile. 



Party Sex



I hung up the phone with a heavy sigh. My husband was delayed on his flight home after a two-week business trip, and the airline was giving him an overnight stay in Cleveland. It was nice that they were paying for the room and his dinner, but still, I wish he was coming home. Some sort of engine trouble, they had said, was keeping me from a night of the hottest sex I could muster up. And I had done my part to be ready for it.

I had my hair done earlier today, as well as putting our black satin sheets on the bed, making sure an ice cold beer was ready, and as for myself, well, I did the things I know my husband likes. I had my nails done to a medium-length French manicure, and I took the time to give myself a bikini-trim down below, before selecting the black satin French-cut bikini panties I would wear. I took my time selecting my outfit, finally deciding that less was more, and put on my Kelly-green satin nightshirt, the one with the buttons all the way down the front. The soft folds of satin clung nicely to my C-cup breasts, and my nipples were like two pinpoints of pleasure trying to poke through. All I had to do was pull on my 4-inch black patent leather heels and I was set to use my womanly charms on the man I loved. Of course, now all of it was for nothing.

During my preparations, I could hear the heavy thumping sounds of hip-hp and rap music coming from a house down the street. I shook my head, thinking that those people were going to be deaf one day. I decided that I wouldn't let the cold beer go to waste, so I retrieved one from the fridge and cracked it open, savoring the ice cold liquid. The heavy beat of the music from down the street seemed to grow louder, and my curiosity got the better of me. Just how loud did they think they could get without the neighbors complaining? I knew it was only 9:30 at night, but still... I went to the front door and hesitated only a second. I was barely dressed, but I was only going out for a second, no one would see me. If only I had counted on the stupid dog. 

He was small, as dogs went, but incredibly fast, and had a penchant for making a break to escape the house and roam the neighborhood. Since I had given him a bath today, I hadn't put his collar on, either. So when the door opened and I took my first tentative step outside, he saw his chance and bolted right through my legs before I could even gasp. I took two steps after him when I stepped on a pebble, and realized I needed shoes. I darted back inside and grabbed the only pair close, my 4 inch black heels I was going to wear for my husband. I dashed out the door, in pursuit of the little dog with a death wish!

The night was thankfully warm and comfortable, with a little breeze. I quick-stepped as fast as I could in my heels, not making any ground on the dog, but not losing any, either. His yapping as he ran called the attention of some guys in front of the house with the party, and they whistled and called to him. To my chagrin, he darted across the street and over to them. He frisked and fritted around their feet ass I continued after him, until I nearly got there. I had paid no heed to what I was wearing, only concerned with getting the dog back in the house, until I drew close and called the dog's name. Then he scampered directly inside the party house!

I drew up and stopped for a moment next to the four men, almost boys, really, who had whistled to the dog, and gathered some breath. My nipples were hard and erect from the soft satin rubbing them as I ran, my hands on my 26 inch waist as I gasped for air. I could feel them eying my up and down as the breeze flitted with the hem of my shirt. I almost slapped my forehead as I realized I was away from home, wearing a sexy nightshirt and heels, and not much else! I muttered an oath about the dog and went to the house, peering inside for a moment before entering. The music was terribly loud, and there were a large number of people there, mostly male, but a few girls, too. I decided I needed to put on an air of dignity and walked in, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor as I let my hips sway naturally. 

I knew the family that lived there only by waving to them as I drove by, a nice middle-class African-American family that had two older boys, or young men, and who liked to play basketball in the street with the other boys of the neighborhood. I looked around as I entered, the house full of black men and women, and a few white girls as well. Almost immediately I started drawing some stares from those already in the room, lecherous and lustful ones from the men, and some looks of disdain from the girls. With the music so loud, there was no point in my trying to explain myself, only to politely decline a beer that one of the men thrust at me.

I searched the house cautiously, looking for any of the residents of the house or signs of that stupid dog, finding neither. I made my way further back into the house until I was going down a hallway crowded with people, the space making it impossible not to rub up against the party-goers, and I felt more than one hand cop a feel for either my butt or even my breast at one point. Each time I turns to see who was groping me, the dim light and mass of humanity kept me from identifying my molester. As I reached a doorway, I was stopped by a tall black man. He motioned me to follow him as he opened the door, and I followed him, hoping he knew of my dog.

He closed the door behind us, where the music was much quieter, and I took in my surroundings. I was in someone's bedroom, a male's bedroom, with typical furnishings and a twin bed. I turned to survey the man, only to be astonished at how quickly he closed on me. He put his hands on my shoulders and began to steer me to the un-made bed. I placed my hands on his wrists as I fell onto the bed backwards. In a flash he was out of his clothes while I protested. His only comment was that he knew there were going to be "white ho's" at the party and he couldn't wait to fuck them all.

He grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands over my head as he lay on top of me, his nearly black naked flesh encompassing my body. His thighs forced mine apart and he began to dry hump me, and I could feel his growing shaft at my panties, sliding up and down. I squirmed under him, telling him I was only there for my dog, but he wouldn't let go, only picking up the strength of his thrusts of his cock against my barely covered crotch. He then lowered his head to my neck and began to kiss and suckle my skin, his thick lips tingling my flesh as he worked to seduce me to his masculine charm.

The door burst open, and in came another black man, one I did not know, but who had obviously been drinking or was high on something else. His first reaction when he saw us was to quickly shut the door behind him and exclaim that he wanted a piece of ass, too! Upon hearing that, the man on top of me directed the drunk man to help him by grabbing my hands and holding them, which the drunkard was only too happy to oblige. With that, my arms were pulled higher over my head and the man on my reared up on his knees, his hands trailed down my body to my chest, and he began to maul my breasts.

The thin satin covering me did nothing but excite my nipples and his fingers rubbing my nipples made them fuller and harder than I thought possible. I let out an involuntary moan as his manipulations were teasing me. I was then suddenly shocked when he reached for my nightshirt and ripped it open, causing the small jeweled buttons to fly all over the room, and exposing my body to him and the drunk guy. I lifted my head to see my bare skin in contrast to his black skin, and his big, throbbing black cock laying across my vulva and threatening to rip me open, a drip of pre-cum emitting from his head already. The drunk guy made some ugly comments about fucking white bitches and for the first guy to hurry up and fuck me so he could have a turn.

It took little prodding for the man on me to remove my panties, lifting them so my legs rose to his shoulders, where he kept them by wrapping his thick and strong arms around my thighs. He then pulled back and aimed his cock at my pussy, nudging it forward until I felt the familiar pressure of my labia being forced apart, and my vagina stretching as he entered me, slowly but forcefully, making me feel every fraction of an inch of his ebony shaft. I couldn't help but gasp as I was entered, and my back arched in reaction to the first wave of pleasure I was being forced to take.

The man's thrust continued until I couldn't accommodate any more of his cock, his head pressing against my cervix while he still had and inch or two to go. With that, he began the cycle of love that gave us both pleasure. I began to protest again, telling him I wasn't on the pill, and that we were unprotected. It was totally true, but he did not care. He was getting his satisfaction, and nothing was going to take it away from him, especially the thought of knocking up some white girl, married or not. He kept his thrusting up while I tried to resist, to the point I became so tired the drunk guy didn't have to hold me any longer, I was simply too tired.

My voice emitted a few involuntary moans and groans as I was being fucked, until his pleasure grew to his climax, and he slammed his cock into me as he erupted, his laden sac emptying into my pussy as I was forced to take him bareback. I could only lay there as he finished his softer thrusts into me, each one another spurt of his seed filling me until he was through and withdrew. It was then the drunkard moved around to take his turn with me...

To be continued...



Party Show MFF



I met these two girls at a mutual friends party, Sara and Stephi, they were pretty tipsy and quite flirtatious. Sara was a beautiful blonde girl with a rubenesque figure, and she presented some wonderful cleavage under her white button-down dress, Stephi had a cute tank top and tight jeans that clung to her curvy hips. We somehow found our way up to a bedroom and fell in an intoxicated mass on the bed, with Sara on my left and Stephi on my right. A blue lava lamp, creating long azure shadows, illuminated the room. Stephi had the chills and tells me,

"I want to wear your sweater Max,""

"OK, go lock the door first," I reply

She locked the door and returned to me stripping my sweater and shirt off with the assistance of Sara. Her dress coming unbuttoned in the process as well. Stephi takes my sweater and snuggles against it for a moment, then pulls it over her firm bosom, and she cuddles back into me. As we lay watching the shadows swirl about only enhancing the alcoholic spinning of our heads, Sara begins nibbling on my ear and Stephi goes straight for my package. She wrapped her fingers around my rod, gripping it firmly, trying to work her fingers all the way around it through the fabric of my pants.

"Here, let me help you with that," I say, as I unbutton my pants and pull out my hardening penis.

Sara whispers in my ear, "Show us how you jack off."

Stephi coos "Show us!"

I change hands, encircling my shaft with my left hand. My grip starts at my pre-cum moistened tip, sliding easily down over the wrinkle of my head, down my entire shaft and then pressing against my balls. I build a smooth rhythm, as we all watch my cock stand up straight silhouetted in the blue light.

Sara has her dress fully open and her bra pulled down below her right breast as she dips her erect pink nipple into my mouth and caresses my abdomen with her fingertips. Stephi grinds against me, tugging my sac and squeezing my shaved balls.

"Max why are your balls shaved?" she asks. Sara's hand quickly joins Stephi's on my nuts and they explore their smoothness.

"It feels sexier to shave them." I utter in between the deep breathes in sync with my masturbation.

I start working my hips against my hand, fucking into my fist, and both women move down for a close up look and touch. Sara slides her fingers and nails across my bald sac and Stephi wraps her hand around the top of my rigid cock holding her hand against mine as I hump my cock between our fingers. My right hand cups Stephi's mons, feeling her heat radiating. Sara teases my sphincter as she rolls my balls in her hand. My orgasm is building with each thrust of my hips.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!" I let out a big guttural moan as cum erupts in glistening streams from the tip of my cock. My spunk sprays all over our hands, Sara rapidly licks it off my fingers, getting it while it was still hot, sucking each finger into her mouth one at a time, and Stephi swirls it around my stomach and softening cock.

I am still not sure if fell into unconscious post orgasmic bliss, but I do remember the jolt of someone banging on the door while shaking the handle. We all sat up and straightened ourselves up. I went to the door zipping up my pants right as it burst open! Apparently the party was over and we were the last to be leaving. Outside we all huddled together in the cold night air cuddling, holding, and caressing each other. I got a big chill down my spine, probably from the cold air reviving my senses to the incredible reality of my situation, and said,

"Lets go to my place, it is not far from here, my car is right there, just follow me home."

I got in my car and just grinned the biggest shit eatin' grin at myself in the mirror, then I waited for what seemed to be an eternity to see two pairs of head lights coming up, I pulled out and we caravanned off.

At my place, I led the two sexy women straight to my bedroom. Stephi pulls my sweater off, along with her tank top, and throws it in my laundry basket in the corner, like she lives here! She says,

"I have to take a shower, my hair stinks of smoke. Doesn't yours Sara?"

Sara showed her answer by unbuttoning and letting her dress fall to the floor. I shucked all my garments, went into the bathroom to get the water ready, and two naked women followed. Stephi opened the shower door and stepped in with Sara right behind her. I stopped myself before entering after them, and ran out into the hall to get us towels. 

Upon my return I find Sara and Stephi in an embrace, kissing, and caressing each other's bodies under the stream of hot water. I am led by my hard-on into the shower to join them, where they bring me into their embrace. We three kissing touching, exploring and tickling each other's bodies. As they returned to kissing each other I started to descend their bodies. Holding their breasts together, sucking in both of their nipples into my mouth and rolling my tongue around them. My hands preceded my descent, finding Sara's clean-shaven vagina, Oh Yeah! And Stephi's tuft of fuzz on top of her pubic bone. My fingers delicately glided over both their lips, cupping their entire vaginas in my hands while letting the stream of the shower beat down into my hands, filling them up with hot water and splashing against their clits.

My mouth soon found Sara's clitoris, I was in complete heaven with my lips against hairless lips, tasting her diluted juices, and now squeezing her substantial ass. With the hot water streaming down on my head, and the delicious vagina I had in front of me, I lost sense of everything around and purely focused my entire being on Sara's clitoris. My tongue was in a flurry of motion, everything from delicate licks soft as a butterflies wing beat, to the rapid flutter of a hummingbird's, and finally to the firm rhythmic motion that drove into her like the beat from a subwoofer. 

Before I know it Sara is pushing my head back, "Stop! I can't take any more orgasms right now." She gasps. I let the shower refresh my face and look up at both of them, while gazing at Stephi; she spreads her legs to lower her pussy to my mouth level. I kiss and nibble at her lips while looking into her eyes. I lash my tongue out across her clit, and her eyes widen and sparkle, and with that I transcend back to that place I was with while enjoying Sara. 

My tongue swirls around her clit like a tornado, shooting bolts of lightning through Stephi's body. This time my awakening came in the form of cold water pouring out of the showerhead, because Sara turned off all of the hot water. I jumped out of the stream and fell right on my butt, they both laughed and I joined in after a moment of embarrassment. 

Sara turned off all the water and I got up to get the towels. We all assisted each other in drying off, and after drying I hung my towel off my hard cock, Sara dropped hers on top too, but Stephi's towel wouldn't stay on top of the others, and as it pulled the towels to the floor my cock slapped back against my stomach. Stephi, still in orgasmic afterglow grabbed me firmly by the cock and said, "This just wont do, this thing is always hard. Sara help me make this thing pop."

Guided by my kung-fu grip, I was made to sit on the corner of the bed. With Sara on my left and Stephi on my right, they both devoured my turgid phallus. Swirling and intertwining their tongues around my helmet, along the opening, catching my dripping pre-cum, sucking my balls into their mouths and pulling in opposite directions, tickling my ass, then fingering my ass. When she hit the right spot my balls tightened, my head swelled and my cock erupted like Krakatoa. Spurts of hot glistening sperm covered everything in the vicinity. Sara and Stephi kissed and licked it all off of my cock and each other. They both slid up my relaxed body and kissed me deeply, giving me a taste of my tangy cum. 

Then they started playing with each other, with me in between, pinned down at the shoulders. Sara concentrated on Stephi's tasty erect nipples, and Stephi firmly cupped Sara's mons, and moved her hand around in small circles while undulating her fingers across Sara's wet lips. Sara would grind into me with each wave of pleasure from Stephi's touch. I managed to free one arm that allowed my hand to find Stephi's hot vagina where I mimicked Stephi's motions on Sara. It felt wonderful having these sexy women grinding on me while playing with each other, my penis soon got in the way again.

"What are you the Energizer Bunny?!", exclaimed Sara, and then she promptly mounted me, easily slipping my head into her juicy pussy with the aid of Stephi's guiding hand. She faced away from me as she slams her ass down on me impaling herself on my hard pole. Stephi tickling my balls and kissing Sara's thighs moved in closer and began to suck on Sara's enflamed clit. 

Sara's body froze with my cock planted deep inside her, so that Stephi could proceed with her fantastic oral stimulation of Sara's clitoris. I rocked my hips and gyrated my shaft with in her smooth tight walls, feeling my head push around her cervix. I found a position that Sara locked me into once I hit it. It must have been on her g spot. With me pulsing my cock against her inner walls, and Stephi concentrating her mouth on Sara's clit; Sara's orgasm was earthshaking. Her vagina spasmed and convulsed so much she milked yet another cum shot out of me, and Stephi eagerly licked up our combined orgasmic fluids. Sara collapsed back on top of me making my semi erect penis leave her cum soaked pussy with a pop and splat. 

Stephi then piled on top of Sarah and kissed her wildly, squirming and wiggling to push Sara into me. I bucked them both off of me and then lay across them, using Sara's soft breasts as a pillow. She whispered in my ear, "Stephi needs an O". With that we both attacked Stephi.

I kissed Stephi's breasts and nipples as Sara went down for a taste. I nibbled her ears and neck, armpits and shoulders. Sara nuzzled into Stephi's crotch, causing deep moans to well up and out of Stephi. I kissed down her torso and spine, rolling her over onto her side and biting her ass cheeks, we held her leg straight up in the air and both feasted between Stephi's legs. My tongue circling her ass bud and Sara's tongued Stephi's pink clit. My hands clutching her breasts, my tongue invading her ass, and Sara's expert tongue flying across Stephi's moistness, Stephi screamed out with her climax, and clasped her legs shut repelling both Sara and me. We all cuddled in a giggling heap until we all nodded off.



Party Sister Ch. 01



Part 1 

Alleyway Trio

Ashley* is a 19 year old girl that loves to party and have a good time. Enjoying the life as a student and part of the cheerleading team. She has long, brown hair and a very fit body. She loves to fool around with guys and girls and has lots of friends she like to fuck. Recently she has been having sex with her brother, Chad, on a regular basis, after fucking him for the first time at a party with his friend Ryan.

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It was a really hot day and the city was full of people, as they were having a huge party all over the streets and squares. Most of the people were wearing orange, partying and getting very drunk. There was music everywhere, with bands and DJs, beers were flying around all over and everyone was having a great time.

Ashley decided to explore on her own for a bit after she had been celebrating with Tiffany, Laura and the other girls. They had been drinking lots of different kind of cocktails and she was already very tipsy. She was walking through the streets as she moved in rhythm of the music. She was wearing a tight, orange dress that showed quite a bit of cleavage and ended in a very short skirt.

As she was walking on a square filled with people and a DJ playing music for them, she noticed her brother, Chad, and his friend Ryan standing by themselves as they enjoyed the music.

"Heeeeey, guys." She said very happy, her voice sounding slightly drunk. "How are you guys doing?" She asked giggling as she skipped around a bit, while walking over to the two guys.

"Hey Sis. We're doing pretty good." Chad said to his sister with a smile. "Other than the girls that we were supposed to meet up with bailed on us. But luckily there is plenty of eye-candy about." He continued as he pointed to a group of scant-clothed girls.

"Lots of eye-candy indeed." Ash replied playfully after having checked the boys out, winking to Ryan.

 "Hey Ash, things are great now that you showed up. " Ryan leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and then took a moment to gaze down her dress. As he was gazing down she took the opportunity to take the second beer out of his hands. He didn't really mind.

Ashley took a big sip from the beer. "Thanks." She replied to Ryan and smiled at him as she went to stand between the both of them.

Chad stared for a bit as well, but then continued conversations. "So what have you been up too? Where are your friends?" He asked, looking around to see if any of them were around.

"My friends were being totally boring, they just kept making out with their boyfriends without me." She said disappointed while playing with her long hair for a bit. "And I don't even know where Tiff went. So I decided to bail on them and look around a bit." She explained while continuing her gazes to the two guys, who she had been intimate with more than two months ago.

"What?! They wouldn't let you join in with them?" Ryan asked her and winked as he leaned in closer to her, putting his hand on her soft ass, giving it a good squeeze through her tight, thin dress. Chad noticed this and, not wanted to be outdone, grabbed her other check, giving his sister a gentler squeeze.

 She let out a slight tingle and short laugh as she felt both the guys touch her firm ass, enjoying their warmth and the grip they gave it. "I know, right, they were totally selfish. I would have loved to join them." She replied.

"So, what are you in the mood for, little sis?" Chad asked her. Around them the people started to jump around as the DJ played a new song.

Ash looked at him with a naughty grin on her face. "What do you think?" She asked him and then drank some more beer, accidently spilling a bit of beer over her dress and between her cleavage, making it glisten in the sun. "What am I usually in the mood for when I've had a lot of drinks?" she asked the guys as she licked her lips, in the meantime moving her empty hand over Ryan's chest, down towards his crotch.

"That's what I figured." Chad said with a grin as he noticed Ash's hand moving on Ryan and he gave his sister's ass a few more rubs with his hand.

"We were thinking of heading to a party at our friend's house." Ryan continued as he suddenly felt Ashley's fingers rubbing against his pants, over his crotch. An even bigger smile appeared on his face. 

"Do you think you can wait that long? Or do we need to find somewhere closer first?" Chad then asked as he moved closer to his sister, his fingers slowly running to the end of her short skirt.

Ash noticed Ryan's bulge swelling beneath her hand as she slowly rubbed against it. "I guess I can wait a bit longeeeer." She replied giggling more and finished her beer, throwing it away over the crowd in front of them. "If you guys can wait ofcourse..." She then said seductively as she glanced over to her brother and saw he had a very noticeable tent between his legs as well.

Chad looked over to his best friend. "What do you think? Can you wait?"

"You guys do seem excited though." Ashley said as she softly bit her lower lips as she moved her other hand down as well and grabbed Chad's crotch too, grinning as she noticed how big he already was. She now stood between both of them, rubbing their erections through their pants.

Chad then saw Ryan glancing towards an empty alley just down the street and then they both gave each other a nod. Suddenly they both grabbed one of her hands and began pulling her towards the alley.

"Oooohooo." Ashley said with excitement as the guys lead her through the crowd, some people smiling as they saw the smiles on the trio's faces, knowing exactly what they were going to do. They walked into the narrow alley and looked around a bit; it was quite dark, with some thin rays of sunlight coming through between the apartment buildings surrounding them.

When they escorted her about 50 meters down the alley they pushed her softly back up against the wall and let their hands roam all over her body. Ryan and Chad each grabbed one of the straps on her orange dress and pulled them down, exposing her amazing breasts, they were just as they remembered: soft, round c-cup breasts. 

Ashley wiggled them around, showing them off to both of them. The guys both took a quick glance at one another and then she felt their lips wrapping around each of them, they tongues teasing her hardening nipples as the guys started to suck her breasts.

"Hmmm, you guys sure love my titties." She giggled after letting out a soft moan and she pulled the guys close to her, feeling their bulges rubbing against her hips.

"That's not all we love." Her brother replied as his hand slid down her stomach, just past the hem of her short dress. With his mouth still over her breast his hand found her firm thighs and began to travel back up towards the wetness between his sister's legs.

He gasped momentarily as he discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties, but then remembered that this is his little sister that he's feeling and then smiled as his fingers started to rub against her moist lips and his lips sucked her hard, little nipple, making Ashley let out a few more little moans of pleasure.

In the meantime Ashley was moving her hand down his and Ryan's pants and started to unbutton them and pulled them down, releasing both their monsters, already standing hard at attention.

"Ohooo." She again moaned excitedly as she looked down at them. She wrapped her fingers over both their dicks and slowly started to stroke them. "I forgot how big you were..." She said to Ryan, giggling as she moved his fingers over the slightly thicker cock. Then she looked over at Chad with a lustful grin as she felt his slightly longer dick between her fingers. "And of course I didn't forget how big you were..." She said to her brother.

Chad removed his lips from her tit and smiled at her. "I should hope you haven't, with how frequently you've been playing with my cock lately." He said and started to caress her sensitive nipples between his finger and thumb.

"And it's been too long since you've played with mine." Ryan said, slightly offended, between the tongue baths he gave Ash's breast and pumping his cock slowly between her fingers. "Your brother has been selfishly keeping you to himself." He gave Chad an evil grin.

"Then let's make this worth it." Ashley replied to Ryan as she felt his shaft moving up and down in her hand, making a pumping motion herself, stroking it harder. She let out a few moans as well as she felt Chad brush the tips of his fingers against her sensitive clit.

"I need to taste both of you." She then said and slowly dropped on her knees between both of the guys, their hard cocks right in front of her face. She grabbed Ryan's aching dick first, pulled it towards her and put his tip in her wet mouth. She started to suck on it lovingly, moving it slightly farther in her mouth.

He couldn't believe how hot and wet it felt. "Hmmm, Ash, I'd forgotten how good your mouth feels." 

As Chad watched his little sister take the cock of his best friend in her mouth, he reached down and grabbed her breasts, teasing her nipples softly, while his cock was poking against her beautiful face.

Ash looked up to Ryan and took his head out of her mouth, giving it a few more wet licks. "I've had a lot of practice." She replied to his comment and giggled towards her brother, having noticed he moved in front of her, his long cock now inches away from her mouth. She then took Chad's penis in her wet mouth and started sucking on it as well, bobbing her head on it as she stroked Ryan dick between her fingers.

"Hell yeah, she had a lot of practice." He said to Ryan after letting out a loud sigh as he felt her warm lips around his shaft.

She moved her head up and down his shaft, taking more inches in her mouth each time she went down, until she took the entire length of his long shlong down her throat. She moved back up and turned her face to Ryan's dick again, taking him in her mouth once more, his entire thing as well.

"Hmmmm, they are so delicious." She said after popping Ryan's cock out of her mouth and rubbed both of their big cocks against her cheeks, smearing pre-cum all over it. She took out her tongue again and started giving their shafts more wet, loving licks. 

Ryan and Chad moved closer together, so that they could both get their cocks as close to her mouth as possible. "Wow, she really has been practicing, can't believe she can deep throat both of us." Ryan said as Ash took his entire dick back in her mouth, his head poking against the back of her throat, while she sucked on it.

She started to switch around between the both of them, sucking on one cock as she stroked the other. "Mhhhmmm, so delicious." She said as she ran her tongue down Chad's shaft and took his balls in her mouth, sucking on them for a bit, while she rubbed Ryan's cock over her soft breasts, circling her nipples.

Ashley sucked harder on their cocks, making loud slurping noises as she bobbed her head up and down on their raging dick. "If you suck any harder, you're going to attract an audience." Ryan replied, laughing, after noticing some glances of people walking past the alleyway, to see what's going on.

Looking down at Ashley, enjoying her meal, Chad said "Are you ready to have some cock in that tight little pussy of yours, baby sister?"

She gave their cocks some more long licks before getting back up and grinned at both of them while she walked towards the wall. She bended over against it, lifting her dress up a bit too give the guys a good view of her firm, round ass and wet, shaven pussy. "Who's first?" she asked with a sexy, innocent voice.

Ryan looked at Chad. "You've apparently been fucking her non-stop, so I get first stab at her." Chad nodded in agreement.

"Hmmm, can't wait for that fat cock of yours..." Ash said to Ryan as she wiggled her hips for him.

He walked towards her and ran his hands over her hips, then grabbing them tight. Without much ceremony he began to press his big cock into her tight opening. Between the saliva on his cock and Ash's own juices he was able to push it all the way in, in one slow stroke, not stopping until his balls were resting up against her ass.

Ash replied with a loud moan. "Ooooooh, fuuuuck!" She felt his full girth and length penetrating her tight canal.

Ryan moved close to her. "Are you ready for a pounding, Ash?" he whispered.

"I'm fucking ready!" She yelled as he was pressed closed against her, her pussy filled.

He held her hips and after a couple of relatively gentle strokes, he began to up the pace, fucking her hard and deep, really stretching her pussy to her limits. Chad walked over next to them and stroked his cock, while he watched his sister getting fucked by his best friend again.

"Oooooh yeeeees!" She moaned some more as she felt his full length pounding deep inside her twat, as his thrusts pushed her against the cold wall of the building. In the meantime she grabbed Chad's prick and started to stroke it for him, pumping it in rhythm of Ryan's cock pumping her wet cunt. "Fuck me harder, Ryan!" She moaned as she turned her head around and started kissing him again.

Chad pushed Ashley slightly away and slid himself between her and the wall. After she finished kissing Ryan, Chad pulled her head down to his cock, placing her hands on his thighs so she could swallow his long prick in time with Ryan's pounding.

"Hmmmm." She moaned as she took his cock in her hungry mouth and started sucking on it hard, as she felt Ryan pounding away at her pussy, his balls slapping against her thighs. She occasionally took his dick out of her mouth to let out loud screams, not caring that people nearby might hear them. "Oooooh yeees, don't stoooop!"

"Don't worry, Ash. I have no intention of taking my dick out of your pussy any time soon." Ryan replied laughing as he watched his cock disappear inside her hot snatch, her head moving up and down Chad's cock.

"Oh fuck, sis. That feels amazing. I love hearing you talk dirty, and I don't think I'm the only one..." Chad replied as he looked to his right. Ash took his cock out of her mouth and looked over her shoulder, noticing there were around three or four people watching Ryan fucking her hard from behind, as she was pleasuring Chad's dick. The lighting and the two guys pressing their bodies against her made the people not very clear though.

"Hello there." She said to them seductively, between her fits of pleasure, but quickly started licking Chad's cock again, before engulfing his dick with her mouth again. Her breasts were bouncing in rhythm of Ryan's hard pounding. Chad grabbed Ashley by her hair and pushed her head deeper down his dick and then started to slide it in her mouth with long strokes.

Ash started to moan louder against Chad's cock as she felt both cocks sliding in and out of both ends over her body, loving the feeling. Chad took his dick out of a mouth for a second, immediately making Ash scream out in pleasure. "Aaaaah! Harderrrr!" she begged, "Make me cuuuum!" she moaned and Chad took a lid on it again.

"Oh god, Ash, don't stop. I'm so close..." Chad said between some of his gasps as he started to slide faster, while his sisters sucked him like a popsicle. "Keep sucking me, almost there..." he continued as he smiled at Ryan, seeing by his face he was almost there as well. He was still taking her hard from behind, softly slapping his sister's butt cheeks.

"Fuuuuuck meeeee!" Ashley suddenly moaned loud, feeling Ryan ramming away at her and pushing her against Chad, her mouth around his long cock. She felt her vaginal canal clenching up around Ryan's fat dick. She started to moan and scream wildly around Chad's cock, and then tightened her lips hard around his shaft as she let her sudden orgasm overwhelm her. Her body was bouncing wildly to the front and to the back between both the guys. "OOOOOOOOOOH!"

The feeling of her vibrations of her orgasm overtaking her caused both Ryan and Chad to reach their peaks at the same time. Ryan slid his cock deep inside her dripping cunt and started to drench it with his cum. While Chad took his cock deep inside her mouth and flooded that with his load, the warm spunk shooting down her throat and on her tongue.

Both the guys were moaning loud, together with the girl they were spit-roasting. "Hmmmm, hmmmm." Was the only sound that came out of her, as she kept cumming and was trying to swallow all of her brother's cum as it spurted deep down her throat. She pounded her hips against Ryan's, milking his cock in her pussy.

After swallowing Chad's load and her orgasm subduing she got on her knees between the guys. She took their cocks and cleaned them of cum, theirs and hers. She took them in her mouth and licked them with her tongue, removing the remaining spunk from their shafts. "Hmmm, delicious." She said afterwards with a grin.

"Amazing, Ash. I'd forgotten how incredible it is to fuck you, especially when Chad is there to participate." Ryan said with a smile as he looked down at the beautiful girl as she gave his tip a small kiss.

"I agree." Chad responded as he got the same treatment as his friend. "I love double teaming you, little sis." He always found it a turn on to watch and hear her getting so worked up when having multiple cocks to please her.

Ashley looked up to the guys with her big, blue eyes, Chad moving some of her hairs out of her face. "Hmmmm, I love these big cocks pounding inside me. So delicious. Especially with my big brother and his best friend." she said as she rubbed their cocks against her cheeks.

"Don't worry, sis. There's plenty more where that came from." Chad smiled.

"I hope so." She replied as she slowly got up and pulled her dress back up too cover her breast and pulling the skirt back down, covering her hips once more. A bit of Chad's cum still on her cheeks. "So, shall we go to that party?" she asked giggling.

"Sure thing." Chad said as he and Ryan tucked their half-hard cocks back in their pants.

"Luckily the party is just a few blocks away. So we can pick things up in no time." Ryan continued, as he checked Ashley out again.

"Sounds good. Let's go, boys." Ash said as she started walking out of the alley, and suddenly noticed the people that had been watching them, remembering that she saw them at school quite a few times. She winked at them as she skipped past, swaying her hips.

Ryan and Chad also couldn't help but smile as they walked past the crowd, noticing the guys adjusting their cocks as they checked Ashley while she walked by, and they couldn't help but notice the rock hard nipples on Kimberley, a girl from one of their classes, as she stood between the four guys.

"The alley is all yours, enjoy." Ryan replied with a smile before he and Chad followed Ashley again.

Continued in part 2...

*These characters are not the same characters from my previous story "



Party Slave



Zee was beginning to regret her decision to visit her old college friend, Anastasia, out here in the Kuiper Belt. Why did Anastasia have to live so far out? Even with the incredibly fast ships that sped across the solar system, necessarily at a distant plane, it had taken Zee months to get to Theseus from her home in the crowded Earth orbit. And she wasn't sure when she'd got there that the journey had really been worth it.

Once upon a time, Theseus had been some kind of planet or asteroid, mostly composed of frozen water and methane. It hadn't taken very many years from the first landing to it being remodelled as a settlement to resolve the ever-pressing need for more and cheaper real estate. But it was old now, showing its age through the inefficiencies of its gravity simulators and by the evidence of its rather chunky architecture. And this far out in the solar system, there were never very many foreign visitors at all. Certainly not black ones. For whatever reason, the outer solar system had attracted mostly people from the old Central European and Russian ethnic groups, who had a reputation for their rough frontier personality. Not only her skin colour made her different, but also the fact that her hair was brushed out into an enormous afro and that she wore a tunic and trousers, unlike the dresses and skirts worn by most women in this corner of deep space.

Not that there was much for the people of Theseus to do, except stare at Zee as she walked through the spaceport with her bag of duty-free goods, followed by her luggage hovering a metre above the ground behind her. She felt like such a freak! Not something she'd ever felt before. But she knew that it was only a very small minority of the frontiersmen who actually had any useful work to do: those working in the media, or in fashion and design, or in scientific research. As everywhere else in the solar system, there just weren't enough jobs to go round for the number of people there were. Not that those not in work were necessarily poor. Millennia of investment and property speculation had generated more inherited wealth than could ever be consumed in a billion lifetimes.

However, as she surveyed the concourse ahead of her, trying to spot her friend in the crowd, she reflected that wealth in these outer reaches wasn't that evenly distributed. Bizarre as it might seem in this advanced day and age, there were many people in Theseus who had to rely on charity to survive. There were men and women actually begging at the spaceport. For whatever credit they could. These unfortunates had somehow not benefited from the legacy of wealth that was continuing to fuel the economic system and which, after all these hundreds of generations, was still generating a healthy percentage growth rate. One whose physical manifestation had literally spread to the stars. 

And there was Anastasia, with her brother Sergei and two older people who were presumably her parents, standing together, beneath a hovering holograph on which was engraved Zee's name. Zee rushed across the marble concourse towards her friend and kissed her on the lips.

"Zee! I'm so pleased to see you!" burbled Anastasia, who was a slightly plump girl with very white skin and long red hair. She was wearing a long dress, which flowed from her shoulders and whose train hovered in the air behind her. Dressed very much like her mother, in fact. 

"It's been a hell of a journey!" exclaimed Zee. "And this must be Sergei." Zee kissed Anastasia's brother who was thinner than his sister, with shoulder-length hair, and dressed much more like Zee than was her sister. A tunic, trousers and knee-high boots. Fashion changed very little over the solar system, but quite clearly people in Theseus were slightly more conservative. 

"Sergei's been looking forward to seeing you ever so much!" Anastasia exclaimed, squeezing her brother's crotch under her parents' approving gaze. Zee blanched slightly. But this gesture of her college friend reminded her of why she'd been so keen in the first place to come out so far in the solar system to stay a while with Anastasia and her family. Not that she'd much else to do. Like virtually all her college friends she'd so far failed to find any remunerative employment. Even with a qualification as theoretically employable as a degree in linguistics, there just weren't any for her. There were so few things left that couldn't be done so much better by machine. Education. Medicine. Construction. These were all so much better entrusted to robots, nanobots and computers. 

Zee kissed the cheeks of Anastasia's parents, who were both very welcoming. The mother gave her a very friendly hug, her huge breasts pressed against Zee's rather smaller bosom. "I do so hope we get on together, you and I. Anastasia said that you like the company of women."

Zee nodded her head. Anastasia had obviously told her mother about their love affair at college. However, Zee's own parents would have been a lot less enthusiastic. For whatever accident of history, these outer regions had a reputation for sexual license. And Theseus' reputation was one of the most licentious. A licentiousness which was not nearly as prevalent in the more ancient, slightly staid communities in the inner planets.

But it was this very liberal sexual attitude that had saved Zee's friendship with Anastasia after they had been an item for more than a whole term. When Zee discovered boys, and became more sure of her sexuality after having played both ways for so long, Anastasia merely shrugged when Zee told her that she had started having sex with Roy on a regular basis. "So what? What difference does that make? As long as I can taste his cock as well." It was then that Zee learnt just how far Anastasia's sexual permissiveness went. Boys. Girls. Two. Three. Four. All at the same time. Her brother. Her father. Her mother. In fact, Zee wasn't convinced that Anastasia would even have drawn the line at animals. Although Zee was more than delighted to introduce Anastasia to her parents as her close friend and lover, she would not have told them about some of the wild group sex sessions they had enjoyed together. 

Zee had come to miss all that in the years since she had left college on the elite campuses of Haley's Comet and had returned to live with her parents under the rather more predictably constant glare of the Earth orbit Sun. Her parents might not mind when she brought home a boy, or even, rather less often now, a girl, but they preferred that she kept her sexual games confined to her own rooms in the condominium. If she'd brought back two or more friends at a time, her parents were unlikely to be nearly as understanding. But attitudes were rather different here.

Anastasia's father kissed Zee gently, but she could see the lust in his eyes. "I hope we can get along famously. And you'll have plenty of opportunity to get to know every inch of us as intimately as you want to. We're having a party tomorrow night. We've invited a few friends around. If you like dick, as well as my daughter's cunt, then you're going to have a good time, Zee sweetie."

"And none of them have seen black cunt before!" commented Anastasia's mother, squeezing Zee's hand in her own. "Not for real, anyway. That'll be ever so much of a treat!"

Zee smiled again. But there was a hint of nervousness behind her eyes and the brilliant white ivories of her teeth. She'd often wondered what Anastasia's parents might be like, as she and her lover had rolled around together on the mattress, her tongue exploring the darker pink interior of Anastasia's vagina. Anastasia had so often described them to her. Sergei's long thin dick and his keenness on anal entry. An interest he shared and expressed with his male friends. Anastasia's mother and her massive nipples. Nipples which Anastasia liked to get stiff and long and then stroke against her clitoris. And her father… There seemed to be no acrobatic feat of sexual endeavour that he wasn't expert in. And when he and Sergei were together, her father fucking her in the front and her brother at the back… Why! You couldn't believe the fun they had!

Zee could never, would never, imagine such behaviour within her own family. But with Anastasia's family, out here in the Kuiper Belt, where the round trip for a videophone call was nearly a week, Zee felt that she could be adventurous in a way that even at college she'd felt a little constrained.

There was no denying that Theseus was a fairly claustrophobic kind of place. Architecture in the time of its creation had simply not envisaged the five kilometre high vaults and open green spaces of more recent developments. And the worst was that there was no Sun. Zee knew, however, that outside the settlement, where the temperatures were frighteningly close to absolute zero, the Sun was really almost exactly the same size as all the other stars in the sky. But it wasn't just the long walkways and towering buildings that made Theseus such a claustrophobic settlement, home though it was to between five and six million souls. There was the constant brush of people's gaze as she walked along with Anastasia and her family, astonished by her huge bush of hair and the skin-tight fit of her clothes, not to mention her skin colour. Zee was relieved when the family entered their transport pod that within a few minutes sped through the underground tunnels to Anastasia's home in the outer suburbs of the second city of Agamemnon. 

Compared to Zee's own home, Anastasia's home was enormous. Real estate was much better value here. Wide open gardens, a huge swimming pool, two or three floors of mansion with verandas for every room, and huge trees towering above the house around which were fluttering doves and gibbering monkeys. Zee knew that Anastasia's family weren't too badly off. The inheritance of a fortune made from low temperature nanotechnology, when exploration to these outer corners of the solar system was driven by good economic reasons. They might not be rich, exactly, but they were far from being poor. Unlike the few beggars that Zee saw at the spaceport and whose presence followed them to where the transport pod was parked. 

Zee settled into her bedroom, which was one of several spare rooms on the top floor overlooking the swimming pool and with a view across the lawns to the other houses and mansions that also lined the long tree-lined avenue. She gazed out of the window and could just about make out the even glow of the powerful light generators two or three kilometres above her head, under which floated several clouds that, against the blue painted background, made the place look deceptively like a proper natural planet. Of which, of course, there was only one. And Zee had never been able to afford to go there. Earth was by far the most expensive and exclusive tourist destination in the populated universe.

It wasn't long until Anastasia wandered into her bedroom. Zee knew exactly what her friend wanted. She was wearing no clothes, and she had perfumed the blonde curly hairs of her vagina. She wandered across the room, past the bed and sofas to the veranda where Zee had been standing, smiling seductively. Zee sighed. It had been so long! And she'd last had sex with a woman ooh! months ago. In fact, if it hadn't been for that evening with that man on the space ship who was returning from a trip to Jupiter, she'd very nearly had had no sex at all for over a month. Zee put an arm around Anastasia's naked back, who reciprocated in kind, and the two of them watched the monkeys running up and down the tall trees.

Making love with Anastasia again was so much like jumping into the same pool again. She remembered her friend's smells and scents so well. The roll of her white flesh. The slightly thickened lips and the flattened face. The smoothness of her vagina: its folds intricate and beautiful, the curled blonde hair thick and luxurious. Her buttocks into which her fingernails sunk in so deep. And Anastasia, as always, was expert in pushing Zee to the limits of her passion. How could a tongue, teeth and fingers be all that was needed to transport her to such loud gasps of ecstasy? Their hands and legs entangled, their sweaty bosoms slid against each other, the spicy taste of whatever Anastasia had been eating on Zee's tongue. 

And all the while, the artificial dusk spread across the suburbs and Zee's image of her lover's ivory white skin became greyer and darker, until it was so dark that Anastasia commanded the lights to come on. Zee rubbed her vagina. It had got quite sore from the attention of Anastasia's tongue and her crotch rubbing against hers.

"Sergei will love that. He really would," remarked Anastasia, stroking Zee's crotch.

"Not tonight, please," pleaded Zee. "I really am very tired after my journey!"

"Of course you are, sweetest. I forgot. But we're all dreadfully keen to know you better."

This was very obvious at dinnertime, which was in the garden over the swimming pool and under the shade of some palm trees. But Zee was genuinely tired. Her lovemaking with Anastasia had truly exhausted her, as if she were not already drained after her voyage through deep space and the odd sensation of shifting through so many different gravitational forces. The wine that accompanied the excellent food, served by the almost human-looking androids, made her feel even more tired. She watched with slight amusement as Sergei began kissing his mother. And then his father pulled off his clothes, pulled down his grinning son's trousers and began thrusting his erect penis into his son's arse. His mother knelt down and licked and stroked her son's erect penis, while also caressing her husband's and guiding its tip into Sergei's hairy arse.

Anastasia placed a hand on Zee's arm and gestured towards the activity. "Come on, lover! Let's get it on. It'll be fun!"

Zee shook her head sadly. "I really am very tired. I think all I really need is a good night's sleep."

Anastasia frowned. She was genuinely disappointed. "Oh! Come on, Zee! Sergei's not been talking about anything except getting his dick up your arse. And my father… You can see that he's pretty well hung!" However, Anastasia could see that Zee wasn't going to budge. She shook her head again, pulled off her dress and joined her family as they rolled around on the lawn by the edge of the swimming pool.

Zee felt slightly disconcerted as she watched Anastasia's father push his penis into his daughter's anus. Not that it was the first time she'd seen Anastasia penetrated in that way. But from her father! And Sergei was fucking his sister's more commonly used orifice from underneath, while her mother kissed and licked her daughter's face. Customs in Theseus were clearly quite different from those back home in the inner planets. It would take her a while to get used to all this. But there was the prospect of the party tomorrow at which she was determined to let everything go. Then she also would know what it was like to have Sergei's dick in her arse. And Anastasia's father's dick in her cunt.

However, Zee was getting quite dizzy with exhaustion. She staggered out of her chair, dragging the length of the dress she'd chosen to worn across the grass, until the train recognised what was required of it and levitated several centimetres above the ground. She staggered into the house, partly with the intention of finding somewhere to relieve herself and partly with the intention of collapsing into bed. But as she walked in, past the androids that were as lifeless as shop display dummies now that they weren't doing anything, she wasn't at all sure where to go. And she didn't want to interrupt the rather loud and abandoned lovemaking to ask directions from any of Anastasia's family. The affects of the wine weren't helping her sense of direction either.

It was in this way, after pushing open so many doors that really didn't lead to anything that resembled either a lavatory or a bedroom, that she entered an unlit room on what was actually the basement floor of the house. At first she thought it was empty. In fact she thought there must be something wrong with the lighting system that it remained so dim after she'd entered it. She had to actually verbally command the light to shine brighter. And it was then that she saw Themira.

Zee wasn't at all sure that she was seeing correctly. Surely the wine hadn't affected her that much. The girl was totally naked. Her neck and ankles were secured by thick iron chains and bolts to a post in the corner of the room. She appeared to be fast asleep. Zee strode over to the girl. She was quite young. She was certainly younger than either Zee or Anastasia. And her head was totally shaved. As indeed, Zee could see, so too was her crotch. There were huge metal rings threaded through her nipples and another ring through her nostrils. There was even a huge metal ring threaded through her vagina, right through both sets of lips. As Zee's eyes became more accustomed to the sight of this pale skin, she became aware of red and blue marks all over the girl's back and legs. They were long and thin, as if the girl had been hit by a cane or a whip. 

Zee hovered over the girl for a few moments. She was feeling somewhat dizzy, and she wasn't sure whether this faintness was due to alcohol or to the disorientation caused by seeing this peculiar sight. Her main thought was how very uncomfortable it must be for the girl to have to sleep on that hard floor, with all those metal rings and chains restraining her. But the girl seemed to be sleeping. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Whatever else Zee should do, she shouldn't wake the girl up.

Zee staggered out of the room and made her way to her bedroom, where after finally emptying her bowels, she pulled off her clothes, collapsed on the bed and was fast asleep almost as soon as she'd closed her eyes.

When Zee woke up, she found herself lying next to Anastasia, who was similarly naked and whose arms were around her. Zee smiled and dreamily kissed her friend.

"I'm oh! so looking forward to the party tonight!" Anastasia exclaimed.

Zee leaned over and rested her face on Anastasia's bosom. It was so warm and soft. The bush of her long curly hair formed a kind of pillow, strands of which brushed against her cheeks and thick lips. "I'm sure it'll be fun."

"Everyone'll be there. We're inviting everybody. There's Ivan. He's got a massive cock! And you'd be amazed at what Sonya can do with a bottle! And you might remember Boris. He was a year or two below us at college."

"Will that girl in the basement be there?"

"Girl in the basement? What are you talking about?" Anastasia frowned in genuine puzzlement.

"The naked shaven girl. The one with all the chains."

Anastasia laughed, though Zee didn't think it was an especially pleasant or sympathetic laugh. "Oh you mean Themira. The slave. Yeah, of course she'll be there. She's the main attraction. Besides you, of course."

"Slave?" wondered Zee. Was she hearing right?

"Yeah, of course. Slave. You don't have them in your part of the solar system, do you? Here, everyone's got one. Well, those who can afford them, that is. We've had Themira for months now. She's not worn out yet!" Anastasia laughed indulgently. "And that's despite Father's best attempts!"

Zee frowned. "Slave? The girl's a slave. How can that be? Slavery's not existed for millennia. And anyway, what's the use for a slave? Robots and machines do everything. There's not been slaves since the Second Millennium."

Anastasia laughed delightedly. "You really are funny, Zee! Slaves are for sex. You can do it with machines. And you can do it with robots. And you can do it in cyberspace. But nothing beats the real thing."

"But you don't need a slave for sex. You didn't need a slave for sex last night, for instance."




Party Slave



Anastasia laughed again. "You mean that little bit of fun by the pool? Well, we didn't need a slave then. But when Father got really excited, then we brought the slave out. He gave her such a good thrashing, I can tell you. Didn't you hear her scream? No, poor dear. You were sleeping so soundly." Anastasia kissed her lover on the shoulder. "And Sergei and Father did a double rear entry while I gave her a bit of a whipping myself. That was fun! If you'd been with us, you'd have been able to play."

Zee's face disintegrated into disgust and revulsion. "I just can't believe you're saying all this, Anastasia. What you were doing doesn't sound like sex to me. It sounds like humiliation and cruelty. Surely, this girl, Themira, she can't enjoy all of that."

"Fuck what she wants!" Anastasia snarled. "She's a slave. We bought her as one, and we can do what the fuck we like with her. Until we get tired of her, and then she'll just be chucked out. Then she can be a beggar or a whore or whatever else slaves do when they're not slaves any more."

Zee pulled herself off her lover, astonished by Anastasia's callousness. "Do you mean you seriously don't care?"

"Of course I don't. No one cares about slaves. We give her a bit of a beating. Make her suffer. Make her hurt. That's what slaves are for. And as long as you don't damage them too much they've got everything to be grateful for. At least they're not starving to death in the streets."

"Starving to death? What do you mean?"

Anastasia frowned. "Things are too soft in your corner of the solar system. You have it too easy. Here in Theseus, not everything is wonderful. Many, if not most, people here are just not doing that well. They can hardly afford food. Fuck knows how they even manage to afford clothes to protect their precious privacy. What do you think a slave would rather do? Give us pleasure? At a cost. Or starve?"

Zee didn't like this side of Theseus' culture at all. Nor her friend's unsympathetic attitude to it. Back home, there was no poverty. Not very many people were as wealthy as Anastasia's family either, but everyone was cared for. Everyone had a full, rich life. There were those who worked or had a particularly fortuitous inheritance, and therefore had rather fuller and richer lives than others. Zee could count herself in that fortunate category. Her father worked as a set designer on cyber-television. But nobody starved and nobody was a slave. Zee had heard about poverty, of course, but like the other unpleasantnesses in the solar system, like the long-running war in the Asteroid Belt or that horrible plague in the Oort Cloud, she'd never really paid much attention to it. She'd just hoped she'd never have to confront it directly. 

Later that day, Zee knew she had to see the slave girl again. Thoughts about her had just haunted her all day. It had had a detrimental affect on her lovemaking with Anastasia, which was nothing like as passionate as that of the day before. In fact, she was almost pleased when Anastasia said she had to leave to visit her friend, Natalie, and could leave Zee alone on the come- and sweat-soaked sheets. Zee wandered around her room naked and languorous for several hours, not at all sure what to do. She could log into cyberspace. She could watch a film. Even just relax on the veranda with a book. But she found she was spending most of her time staring at her naked black figure in a full-length mirror. Perky firm breasts with the large aureole dark brown nipples. The lighter pink of the flesh inside her vagina. The trim slim figure. How was it that she was any different to the slave in the basement? Who was just as pretty as her, even if her baldness and her welts and bruises made her seem less so. 

Zee eventually built up enough courage to make her way down to the basement, past the lifeless androids in the hallway and the busy domestic robots that were eating the dust and preparing the house for the evening's party. When she arrived at the room where she'd seen the slave, she found the room just as dark and miserable as it had been the night before. And the slave, Themira, was chained up in exactly the same way, except that in front of her was a bowl of water and a bowl of some fairly unappetising gruel. 

Zee was horrified to see that what Anastasia had been saying was quite true. There were fresh marks on the girl's back and buttocks, and scratches over her face and shoulders. One scratch was quite prominent as it cut across the light blue stubble of her shaven pate. Zee stood by the door and looked across at Themira, not sure what to do or what to say. And then she noticed that Themira was staring at her, through light blue eyes underneath pale blonde eyebrows, and the expression on her face was one of fear. In fact, the girl was visibly trembling.

"Please don't hurt me, miss. Not now. Later this evening, you can hurt me. Then you can whip me. But not now. Please not. I'm not ready."

Themira's voice was soft and tremulous. And peculiarly submissive. Zee had never heard anyone speak in such a humble tone before. "Don't worry, Themira. That is your name, isn't it? I haven't come to hurt you."

The slave turned her head away and then bent down to sip the water from the bowl. For the first time, Zee noticed that the bowls were fixed to the ground and Themira wasn't able to drink or eat by lifting the bowls to her mouth. And there were no feeding implements. Furthermore, her wrists were chained together, and the trail of the chain went through a network which pulled taut her nipples and tugged on her vagina. Even the smallest actions were at best uncomfortable, and at worst positively painful.

"So what have you come for? What else would anyone come to see me for, if it's not to abuse me or hurt me? And why are you a funny colour? Have you had some operation to change your skin colour?"

"It's my natural colour!" said Zee proudly. She knew that some people spent a lot of credit to change their skin pigmentation. Not just black or brown, but also blue, red or green. Zee was born black. She looked at Themira again. "In truth, I don't know why I came here. I'm a friend of Anastasia's. I'm visiting from the inner solar system. We went to college together. It's just I've never seen a slave before."

"Well, you've seen one now, miss. Are you satisfied by what you see?"

Zee was puzzled and confused. She wasn't at all sure what she wanted to achieve. "I just thought that maybe… perhaps… I don't know… I mean… Why are you a slave? Was it a career decision?"

"'Career decision'? I don't know what you're talking about, miss. My father sold me into slavery because he was in debt. He used to drink and gamble. And it went wrong. And he'd already sold my older sister. So, it was my turn."

"You were 'sold'! Can they do that?"

"Of course, they can, miss. I really don't understand why you're asking these questions. I'm a slave. Unless you're one of the abolitionists you hear about, what are you going to do, miss? My father had no choice. If he didn't pay his debts then he'd have been killed. That's what these debt-collectors do. They're ruthless they are. He'd already lost two fingers and an ear from his last debt before he'd sold my sister. So, he had no choice. Him and my mother and my two younger sisters. They've got to eat, haven't they, miss?"

"That can't be right. It's the Fourth Millennium. Not the Second or First. There can't be slavery, extortion and racketeering today. It just doesn't make sense."

"I don't understand you, miss. Perhaps in the Martian or Terran or Venusian orbits things are different. But out here, in Theseus, when the going gets tough, there aren't that many options. And rich folks like having slaves. They've had them for generations. It's like a status symbol for them. Big house. Nice address. Set of realistic androids. And a sex slave. And while people want to buy them, there'll always be people willing to sell them."

"But you can't possibly want to be a slave."

"Of course I don't want to be, miss. But I can consider myself lucky. Some of the richer slave-owners kill their slaves. It's like a sport for them, miss. It's called 'Snuff'. Of course, only the richest ones can afford to do that. And be able to get away with it. Here, I just get beaten, humiliated, abused and fucked up the arse. Is that what you want to do, miss? Fuck me up the arse?"

"Goodness! No! Of course not."

Zee left Themira feeling fairly dissatisfied. She'd tried to talk to the girl, tried to be kind to her, and the girl had just not been grateful, or responsive or anything. Although, when she returned to her room and immersed herself in the artificial reality of a history show, she told herself that it was not surprising that someone who'd been sold into slavery by her father and was daily subjected to arbitrary cruelty and humiliation should feel somewhat bitter, she also felt that Themira should have shown some gratitude for her trying to offer the girl comfort. Even though of course she'd no idea what she should do. She couldn't very well free the girl. She was Anastasia's guest, after all. And she didn't have a key to all the manacles and bolts that there were constraining her, even if that were not the issue.

Later, Zee ventured out into the garden where preparations were underway for the party. Anastasia and her mother were giving orders to the domestic robots of where to place the buntings and balloons and other decorations. Anastasia's father was busy supervising an android whose task was to barbecue sausages, burgers and steak. Sergei was dozing naked on a lounger by the swimming pool. Zee strode over to Anastasia.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

Anastasia smiled. "Not on the preparation front, sweetest. But you could help Sergei. He's been dying to get to know you better."

"Help Sergei?" Zee wondered. He didn't look like he needed helping. But as she found out, the assistance that Sergei wanted was of a sexual nature. And so it was that for the first time for weeks, Zee once again enjoyed the taste of cock. And, Zee had to admit, Sergei was well endowed. It took very little time for him to ease off her clothes and for the two of them to get down to business under the approving eyes of Anastasia and her parents. Zee had been warned about Sergei's predilection for anal intercourse, but she made sure that she got her vagina stuffed first. She straddled Sergei as he reclined on the bed, after having brought his penis to a full erection by her sucking and chewing, and guided it into her vagina. Fuck! It felt so good! Stiff and hard and pumping! Just as a cock should be. Zee supported her weight by placing her hands on Sergei's shoulders and pushing her buttocks up and down, up and down, as Sergei pushed up and down himself, so that each inward thrust was that much deeper and that much more urgent.

And soon, after having fallen off the lounger and onto the lawn, Sergei was able to penetrate the orifice of his choice. That dick of his! Already big enough to fill a cunt as slippery wet and willing as Zee's. It was a much tighter fit now as he pushed into the smaller less elastic hole at the rear, parting her buttocks with his thumbs, and pushing and thrusting. And all the while grunting and snorting. While Zee's own cries were throatier, more urgent, louder, and more passionate. Where was this passion coming from? Why was she feeling so excited? Zee decided that it must have been as a result of seeing Anastasia and her family make love together the night before, but they weren't intervening in Zee's lovemaking with Sergei. It was as if they had decided that the two should get to know each other exclusively. But Zee was conscious of Anastasia and her parents busying themselves around the garden, and observing her and her fucking on occasion with a kind of semi-detached interest.

Zee didn't really notice the start of the party or the guests arriving. In fact, her evening seemed to be an unending sequence of sexual encounters all in the large expanse of Anastasia's garden. There was little pause between partners. Just enough time to drink, smoke or pop a pill. Zee was certainly a very popular guest. Her black skin, her enormous bush of thick curly hair, there wasn't a guest who didn't want at least a taste of it. Zee's arse was penetrated again. Dicks queued up to penetrate her vagina. There was a splatter of semen on her chest. Both men and women, boys and girls, took advantage of her body. And Zee was more than up for it. Her body was one hot, perspiring, sex-smelling, slippery mass of black love flesh. She rolled around on the grass in a huddle of bodies. At one stage, Anastasia rejoined her friend. At another time, there was Anastasia's mother. But most of the other men who fucked her or the women who licked, sucked and chewed her: Zee had absolutely no idea who they were. Often she didn't even see their faces. Just their genitals, breasts and the intimate details of their bodies.

But Zee was not a sexual athlete. However hot she was, (and she guessed that some of the drugs she'd had made her even hotter), she didn't have the stamina for too many hours of passion. She tired, no longer really enjoying the sex. She let the last dick come inside her and then slumped exhausted on the grass, closing her legs as a sign that shop was shut up for the moment. But although her physical strength was exhausted, she was still in a heightened state of arousal. She lay on the ground with her friend, Anastasia who was naked and hot herself.

It was then that she noticed Themira. Well, there was no mistaking that naked white flesh with the shaved head. She was roped up in a most uncomfortable position, and was surrounded by several men, none of whom she recognised. Not that it was at all unlikely that she'd only recently enjoyed sex with one or all of them. There were two dicks poking at Themira's face, one person was thrusting into her vagina from the front, and Zee could see that another dick was penetrating her anus from underneath. Zee had never seen that kind of multiple sex orgy on one person before, although it was quite possible that moments ago she herself had been the centre of a similar number of male admirers. However, it was obvious that Themira was not enjoying this attention at all. Her eyes were red. There were streaks of tears down her cheeks. Her face was also splattered by thick creamy splotches of what Zee could only assume was semen.

"Do you like what you see?" wondered Anastasia, nonchalantly sipping from her glass.

"What do you mean?" Zee wondered.

"The slave. Do you like what you see? The bitch is having a bit of fun now. But she can't enjoy herself too much. She has to be punished again soon."

"It doesn't look like it's much fun for her at the moment."

"Fuck! Zee! It's no different to the sex you were enjoying a moment ago. If you enjoyed it, then why wouldn't she?"

"It's different. It's a question of choice."

"Is choice a privilege or a curse, Zee? Our little slave doesn't have to do fucking anything except do what we tell her to. Anyway, it looks like her friends are finishing now. And look! Our little slave's been a little tardy in licking the shit off that dick. She's gonna get it now."

Zee watched with Anastasia's arms around her as Themira was roughly tied to a steel frame by cords, her arms and legs spread out to the four corners. Weights were tied to the rings in her nipples and her vagina, which must have added to the discomfort she was experiencing. In fact, Zee was sure that 'discomfort' was too weak a word to describe the pain the slave was suffering. Her head drooped down helplessly. Her eyes stared out. A blank, bitter, almost unseeing gaze. 

Then Anastasia's naked father strode up to the girl, with a penis no longer fully erect but which he stroked with one hand. In the other hand he was carrying what looked like a cane. It was a long length of flexible wood with a curved handle. Did such things really exist? Zee wondered. Then Anastasia's father addressed the guests.

"As you have no doubt had the pleasure of seeing or even enjoying directly, our sluttish slave here has had the honour and privilege of providing you with her services all evening. It is now the time to decide whether she has served you well. She has been fucked and sucked and buggered for many hours now. Has she provided a good quality of service? Or do you think she should be punished for her shoddiness, her lack of willingness and her general sluttishness? How do you vote?"

Zee watched with morbid fascination as the guests trotted out reasons why Themira should be punished: reasons that really didn't seem at all credible to Zee. She had not expressed gratitude after sucking shit off a penis. She had objected to having a guest piss in her mouth. She had not smiled when a guest squirted his semen into her eyes.

"In that case," Anastasia's father announced, "our slave deserves to be whipped. And I think it's only right that my daughter's visitor from the distant Earth orbit should be given that opportunity."

"Ooh! That's you, Zee!" said Anastasia excitedly. "Come on, Zee! Give the slut what she deserves."

"What? Me? I can't do that! It's wrong. I can't hit someone else."

"Do you want Father to do it? He'll beat the girl so hard she'll bleed. He can get really brutal."

"It's still wrong."

"If you don't do it, someone else will. Someone with less compassion than you. If you worry about hurting the girl, do it yourself. Then you can temper your blows. Keep them on the soft side of vicious."

Zee was not convinced, but Anastasia's coaxing and that of the other guests pulled her onto her feet. She wandered unsteadily over to Anastasia's father, hardly able to focus on anything or anyone. She was still disorientated by all the sex and drugs and drink she'd had. Semen coated her pubic hairs and the top of her thighs. There was dried sticky semen on her cheeks and chin. She took the cane that was proffered and held it awkwardly in her hands. It was long and flexible. She flexed it slightly. It was made of real wood. Not plastic.

"What do I do?"

"You slap her, of course," Anastasia's father said. "You bring it back like this, " he drew back his arm in demonstration, "and then thwack it sharply like this." He brought his arm forward with a pretend swing, like someone demonstrating how to use a tennis racquet. "Thwock!"

Zee was still very unsure. She wandered over to Themira, tied up with her head drooping. She was clearly suffering from the strain of being strung up in this totally unnatural way. Zee put her face towards the girl. It didn't look very pretty now. There was thick scabs of dried semen caked onto her cheeks and her forehead. Snot was running from her nostrils and streaming down into her mouth, and off the end of her chin to drop on her breasts. Her eyes were red and raw, but there were no tears now. Plenty of streaky evidence that she'd been crying, though.

"I don't want to do this, you know," she whispered to the girl.

Themira raised her head and looked at Zee with a pleading expression. Her voice was soft and croaking. "Then please don't do it, miss. Please don't. I've suffered so much."

"But I have to, Themira. If I don't, then someone else will. And they'll be brutal. And cruel."

"And you aren't, miss?" asked the girl in a weak almost inaudible voice. "You're no different if you beat me. You're just the same as the others. Just a lot more sanctimonious!"

Fuck! That hurt. Totally out of order. Zee had tried to express sympathy to the bald, filthy slut, and the girl was so insolent. Red anger boiled in Zee's eyes. She stood back with the cane and slapped Themira's buttocks with it. The cane whistled through the air and hit the buttocks with a reassuring crack. Themira's body shivered and shook with the pain, and she struggled in vain against the cords that tied her and held her in place. She gave vent to a sharp cry. Something like the cry of an orgasm, but sharper and louder.




Party Slave



And then Zee's recollection of her chastisement of Themira became unclear. She was egged on by the cheers and chortles of Anastasia, Sergei and the other guests, as she beat at Themira's buttocks with the cane, feeling a vicarious and peculiar spasm of ecstasy with each crack of the cane and the slave's answering shout of pain and agony. The tears began flowing again. Snot spluttered out like gobbets of come onto her breasts. Her body jerked, spasmed and kicked in her confinement with each crack. And with the guests' encouragement, she caned Themira's breasts, thighs and cunt with the same vigour as she did the buttocks.

After this session, Zee was not able to look at Themira in the same way. She was now herself a torturer. She was complicit with the abuse and violence of Theseusian society. And, what was worse, she'd enjoyed it.

She spent the rest of the party luxuriating without urgency and with little actual sex in the company of a body of men and women, including Sergei and Anastasia. Her breasts were licked, her nipples sucked, her clitoris chewed, her face was lavished with kisses. And what of Themira? Zee saw the slave taken down from the harness and tied at its base. For the rest of the party she was used as a toilet. Guests would shit or piss on her, or even into her mouth. And all the while she looked even more miserable and unhappy. Even as she thanked the guests as they pissed down her throat or shat on her breasts. 

Zee looked at the sight with pity. She was not so far gone that she would herself choose to excrete or urinate on the girl. But she knew now that there was a part of her that would not now rest so easily when she went to sleep.



Party Slut



It wasn't my idea, but you didn't have to twist my arm to get me to go along with it. My neighbor, Maria, brought over a coupla video tapes and told me she had a problem. The first tape was of one of the popular talk shows hosted by a man-hating red-headed bitch with some fucked up glasses. Anyway, this talk-bitch was trying to act all tough with the first to "out of control" teens. The third girl to go on the show was Maria's daughter, Stacy.

Now, I admit Stacy is a gorgeous girl, and didn't mind flaunting it everywhere. Short skirts, tight half shirts, no bra, you know the kind. On the show, she admitted to the dyke-host that she drank, smoked, and had had sex with two guys at one time. Now, in my circles, that wasn't shit. As the show progressed, beaver-eating red-head sent the girls to "boot camp". Big fucking deal, a couple of days of bad food and push-ups.

The second tape was a "reunion" show where the fucked up kids from the first show went back and told how they were doing. Only two of the kids weren't scared straight, and of course, Stacy was one of them. This time she said she had gotten "banged" by three guys from school for money this time.

The audience was booing, her nipples were hard, and I was starting to get a woody. Her mom turned to me and with pleading eyes ( a sappy look that women get when the don't want to take my cock in their ass ) asked me to help her straighten out Stacy.

I know, why the hell would she pick me to help her? Simple. I'm the neighborhood degenerate. I've done a couple of short times in county for minor infractions of laws designed to stifle my creative approach to having a good time. And my in-line hockey team did win the city title (by TKO according to the paper) and the next year was denied entry into the league. And a couple of times a month I have a party at my house where there are many Harleys, more kegs, and very little clothing on many of the female guests.

And the kicker. In my senior year of high school, when my victory at the state tourney gave our school the state championship, I fucked the shit (literally) out of the sophomore homecoming (or homecumming as the case turns out) princess. I fucked her twice (taking her cherry the first time) in the pussy, but she came so many times, she got all loose and sloppy. I have a fairly impressive slab, but I just couldn't feel the sides any more. So I fucked her ass. It was a first for both of us. At first she screamed a lot, but the more I pumped, the more into it she got. By the time I was ready to blow, there was a little blood and a lot of her shit all over my cock. When it was all over, I took her cheerleader's sweater and wiped off my cock. I know, cold shit, but fuck it, she was just a sophomore.

"Just what do you want me to do?" I asked her "She's only eightteen and I could get into a lot of trouble. Were you thinking I would romance her then fuck the shit out of her?"

"Why not, you did it to me!" She was looking worried like I wasn't gonna do it and maybe tell someone about the fucked up shit this bitch wanted to do to her daughter.

"Yeah but you were a cheerleader and I was a wrestling hero. You were expected to get fucked by me."

"The fucking and taking my cherry I could handle, but hell, you made me cum so many times, I got hooked on it. For three years I fucked anything harder than Jell-O and bigger than a pencil. Even pregnant I fucked 'em by the bus load." She kind of ran out of steam at that point. Then quietly she came back in with "I just don't want her to go through the same shit. I want her to hate wild sex. You know."

A pretty big ego boost for me, but my brain didn't have a clue as to what to say.

After a long pause, it was Maria who spoke up. "just don't hurt her permanently."

With that she picked up the two videos and left. I finally said something as I heard the door shut. "Fuck this, I need a beer." Not exactly Winston Churchill.

At the end of the week, I'm getting ready for another party. I was in my truck taking an even dozen kegs to my house, when who should I see walking down the street but Suzy.

She was wearing some Daisy Duke's that flaunted most of her ass and even showed that there was no hair on her lips. I thought to myself "Hmm, sparse or shaved?" (deep, huh) then "Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to fuck her over. I'll find out then!"

"Hey Stacy" I called out the window as I slowed down beside her. "You gotta be eighteen lookin' that good, ain't ya?"

"Uh, sure. I turned eighteen a few weeks ago, why?"

"Well, I'm having a party at my place. You know, beer, booze, babes. If ya want, your invited."

"No shit" I'm invited to one of YOUR parties? What time?"

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth "Shit, you can hop in and we'll get a head start on the drinkin?"

In minutes we were at my house and she helped unload by holding the doors as I carried (yes, I am that big) the kegs to the back porch where the tubs were waiting. She rode with me to the store for ice to fill the rest of the tubs and keep the beer cold. Then I tapped them and poured some for Stacy and me.

By the time she was on her third, I had my arm around her and was kissing around her ear and caressing her perfect C cup tits. She was in a hurry to show me how growed up she was, so she pulled down my zipper and started to give me a blow job. Now, I'd give her and 10 for enthusiasm, but a 3 for technique. But what could I expect, she was used to high school boys that probably shot their load at the mere site of a nipple. Stacy never had time to practice.

After a few minutes Stacy received a tap on her shoulder. Since both of my hands were on her tits, she pulled her head of mine and looked to see what was going on.

A damn fine looking brunette had been watching for a few minutes and was now ready to start school. The funny thing is, Tammy does teach third grade a few blocks away.

"Now, now, hunny. There's a lot more to a blow job than just sliding your head up and down his dick. Watch carefully. Watch the way I use my hand on the base to control the speed and keep from having to take it all the way to my pancreas. Watch the way I use my tongue from time to time and the way I pause to lick and suck his nuts." At that point she started giving me a first rate blow job.

"Oh, my God. You're Ms. Kepler, my third grade teacher!" Stacy cried out when she got passed the shock of what was going on around her. She stood up and looked around and saw that there were about a dozen people so far, all of them standing around watching her blow me, Tammy's first lesson, and me grinning like a politician at a maternity ward.

I had mentioned my "conversation" with Maria to several of my friends and one of them yelled out "Is this the one you were talking about?"

"Yeah, this is Stacy. Everyone, this is Stacy, be nice to her and make sure she has a great time."

Tammy took her head off my cock and turned to Stacy "That's lesson one. Practice does make perfect and also makes for a fun evening! Go on hunny, give it a try."

"Uh, maybe later. I think I need a drink first."

"Don't be a bitch. You can't leave him with a hard-on like that. If you do, the next time a woman touches it, it'll explode and is likely to hurt someone. Bones blows a pretty heavy load as it is. You don't want to kill someone, do you?"

"Uh, but, there's like all these people around?"

"Don't worry about them, hunny, they'll only cheer and make funnies. There's a good chance you might get to watch them do the same later."

"I don't think so. Maybe I'd better go before I do something stupid." Stacy said as she started to back towards the door.

I know what ya'll are thinking. What is Bones doing? Remember, I'm holding a beer with one hand and my still hard cock with the other trying to look cool. Now it was my time to speak up.

"You already did several things stupid. First you did that fucking cunt's talk show, second you bragged about getting "Banged", third you accepted an invite to one of my parties, fourth you started drinking a little too fast, and fifth you teased my cock. Time to pay the piper."

"No! I just want to go home, my mom is expecting me right about now. I gotta leave."

"Nope, yer gonna be the entertainment tonight. Somebody turn on something she can dance to." A little dude by the stereo turned on the perfect song: Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue.

"Dance cock tease. Don't make me make you!" I yelled as the rest of the folks started to egg her on. The comments were lewd, tasteless, flattering, and very perverted. Maybe this turned her on or just scared her half to death, but she started moving like a seasoned pro. As the next song started playing, she was naked.

Remember the question I had earlier? Well the answer is sparse. Just a little light colored thatch above her little pink slit. A few guys started to throw beer on her and she started to rub it around her tits, ass and down to her pussy. She was doing a pretty good job of keeping me hard.

After the third song, I was ready for a release. So I stood up and walked over to where she was bent over facing away from me. In one motion I grabbed her by the hips and sunk my cock all the way into her hot, wet pussy. The little slut was turned on by the dancing.

Sure she screamed, what woman wouldn't? but it wasn't the usual "Don't fuck me, I'm really a good girl" scream, but a "Oh fuckin yeah, I've been waiting to be fucked by a real man" kinda scream.

As I keep pounding, I can feel her tighten and loosen her pussy muscles while she slams her ass back at me in perfect tempo. I'm reaching around her and grabbing her tits, pinching, squeezing, and pulling her tits in every direction.

Finally I've had enough. I blow my load deep within her and she starts to scream and collapses. Me, I fall back onto the couch only to find Tammy riding one guy and a coupla others fucking on the other.

Stacy is on all fours with her just fucked pussy spread open for me to watch as my seed starts to ooze forth from her hole. My trance was ended by one of my friends moving in behind her and ramming his dick into her hole.

At first Stacy was yelling for him to get off of her, but his repeated thrusting was pushing her towards another orgasm. When he was done, another took his place. Before too long, there was a cock in her mouth and her pussy.

I took my limp noodle around to her face and pushed out the little fucker that also wanted a blow job. I did pull her face up so that she could look into my eyes and know who she was blowing before she reached out with her tongue. She must have been paying attention to Tammy's class, cuz her fellatio was getting better. But I didn't want better now! I just wanted to face-fuck this little slut.

Within milliseconds, my cock was buried in the back of her throat, her nose flattened by my stomach. Repeatedly I pounded her throat, truly turned on by the helpless sounds she made. When the guy currently occupying her cunt let go and pulled out, I took my little project by the hair and leaned her over the sofa.

I had a great look at the abused gash in front of me. The lips were distended and stretched out, with cum almost pouring forth. Too used for me, or at least for a second round.

My cock was still wet from her spit, but I took a beer from a chick standing nearby and pour much of it down the crack of her ass. Judging from the perfect pink star, I'd say that this little slut had never been fucked there before.

With a cry of "Here's yer first" I rammed my cock all the way into her asshole in one huge lunge. Her scream was blood curling.

Tammy must have been between fucks, for she walked over to Stacy's head and pressed her pussy right into Stacy's face. I could not only see the cum leaking from her snatch, but Tammy has always had what some men might call a "heady musk" scent, but many of us refer to it as rank. Anyway, the pussy being force fed to Stacy seemed to make this butt fuck a little quieter.

I pounded good with Stacy's tits swinging pretty free over the back of the sofa. The sight of that asshole stretched around my cock, the sound of her muffled whimpers, and the incredible tightness of that asshole were too much for me and I let go again.

When I pulled out, it was just like with her mom sixteen years ago. It was covered in blood, jizz, and shit. The big difference was that there was no sweater to wipe it on. So I did the next best thing: I stuck it back into her mouth.

Oh, yeah, she tried to resist and made some pretty funny faces from the taste I'm assuming, but as she had more time to think about it and another dick rammed its way into her ass, she started to truly suck in earnest.

But, alas, my cock was tired. It was gonna take some time to get ready again so I sat back and watched as she took fourteen different cocks in her ass. A few others took the occasional shot at her pussy, but for the most part, the pussy was pretty well ruined.

Don't get me wrong, she wasn't the only attraction at the carnival, there were several side shows going on, but how many degenerates were gonna pass up a crack at a eighteen year old that had yet to say the word "No" that night?

Finally, most of the guys were pretty fucked out and Stacy was still lying over the sofa with two big gaping holes staring at me. I was starting to stir, but without a fuckable hole, what good was it? Then Tammy went too far (for me, not for the party). She came up behind Stacy and began to suck all the cum out of Stacy and spit it into a large glass. The glass was pretty full, I'd say about 16-18 oz. when Tammy presented it to Stacy.

"No way, I've drank to much already"

"Now you're teasing ME bitch. Drink it or I'll stretch you out so bad you'll never be able to sit on a barstool in a skirt, you get me?"

"Fuck you. I can't even feel anything but general soreness anyway. Fuck you."

"No, bitch, Fuck YOU!!!"

With that Tammy made a fist and literally punched her entire hand into Stacy's over-streched cunt. I'm getting kinda tired of telling you that Stacy screamed again.

Tammy started to pump that fist in and out of Stacy, showing her no mercy. But again, within minutes, Stacy was cumming again. And again.

Finally, Tammy announced to all that were still conscience that she could barely feel the sides with her forearm. With a rather nasty sounding pop, she pulled her whole fist out of that gaping cavern that just six hours ago looked like a pussy. Straightening her fingers and putting them all together, she began to push in on Stacy's asshole. Using her other hand to help, Tammy kept pushing until her whole hand was buried in Stacy's rectum. Then the thrusting started. Further and further she pushed until she kept pushing her arm up to the elbow.

Holding that arm still, she started to push the other into the little girls cunt. It took about 45 minutes from the time Tammy offered her the drink until she had both arms buried in the girl up to the elbow.

Stacy had long since passed out either from the pain or sheer exhaustion.

The party started to bust up, but the last few came up with a new dilemma: what to do with Stacy. One of the guys left was a cop (we live in a pretty shitty town and they really scraped the bottom to find him) and he told us we needed to make her vomit then clean out her "orifices" as he called them. He said we needed to make sure that there be no evidence to link us to the "crime".

The hard part was coming up with a way to make her puke. Finally I held her mouth open, Tammy squatted above her face, and we threw some cold beer on her to wake her up. When she was awake, Tammy began to shit half shit- half cum into Stacy's mouth. That did it. Stacy threw up shit she ate as a baby all over my porch.

After she calmed down and we all stopped laughing, it was time to clean out the other two holes. That required only the garden hose. We stuck it first up her pussy and turned it on full blast. Damn, that had to be the cruelest thing we had done to that chick. It streamed into her and poured right back out.

The same thing happened with her ass. What a mess.

After hosing her outside down, we dressed the beaten little girl up in the clothes she came over in and carried her back to her house. I did have the balls to ring the doorbell and hand her directly to Maria. Maria was in tears. I don't think she ever imagined what all would happen to her daughter.

Now you might think that is the end of the tail. Think again. I didn't see Stacy again even walking down the street for several weeks. About a month later I was again preparing for another party. The beer was laid on, a stripper was hired and my friends began to show up. By 1 AM the stripper was about used up and Tammy was trying to get the bitch to eat her skanky snatch. The guys were all getting kinda restless, when who should walk in, but Stacy.

She walked right over to Tammy and began to munch the beaver like the talk-show-hosting lesbian. Being bent over Tammy's snatch allowed Stacy's skirt to rise up exposing her nearly-bald cunt. It took only seconds before she was getting double fucked over and over.

This time we had no desire to clean up the half dead body of Stacy. Some bright person stuck a Jack Daniel's bottle in her snatch and a Southern Comfort bottle in her ass.

This time I just threw her over my shoulder and walked to her house. I rang the bell dropped her softly onto the porch (could you imagine what woulda happened if one of those bottles broke? No more fuck toy!) As I walked back into my house and poured my self another beer, who should walk in but Maria!

"You bastard! You just had to do it again. You mother fucker! She had just began to heal up and start coming out of her room and you had to do it again! I don't care what happens to me, but I'm gonna go to the police. You fuckers are gonna pay for this!"

"Fuck you bitch! She came over hear and started eating out Tammy, begging to be fucked. She got exactly what she wanted." That stopped Maria dead.

"You mean she. . . " Maria started to cry. Next thing I know, Tammy has her arm around the mother and starts kissing her.

To make a long story not quite so long, Maria had to be carried home that night, too.

The punch line is that now every time I throw a party, Maria and Stacy come over together.



Party Slut



"Shhhh, careful, you'll wake him," I heard through a foggy daze.

"Naah, he's out cold," came a second voice, "Barely stirred through the rest of it."

My head was throbbing painfully and I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I knew that I had drunk too much at the party that night, I'd had a fight with Sasha, my girlfriend, and had drowned my sorrows perhaps a little too much. I didn't know how long I'd been out for but it was taking me a while to come to. Meanwhile I could tell that I wasn't alone, I could sense and hear a few other people in the room standing around me. I felt dazed and confused and couldn't really grasp what they were saying or doing.

"Uhhh," came a sound somewhere in between a sigh and a gasp close to my head, "I can feel it coming, I can't hold it in for much longer."

"Shoot for the face," laughed another.

I wondered to myself what they were talking about. My whole body felt kind of weird, that was probably because I'd been drinking too much, it was as if I was wrapped in something so soft and smooth. My lips felt a little unusual too, but I chalked that up to the alcohol as well.

"Oh baby, here it comes," came the sighing voice, increasingly obvious as my friend Nick.

At that moment, I felt something hit my cheek. They had squirted me with something, some liquid, although why I didn't quite know. Beer? Water? It didn't really seem quite like either. A second string hit me across the forehead and a third down towards my mouth. Instinctively, with my slightly dry throat, I felt a need to taste it as it hit my lips. Quickly, my tongue darted out to lick a little of the mystery liquid. It was thick and gooey and warm, an odd slightly salty taste that I didn't recognise but that was definitely not unpleasant.

"Oh God, guys, he's waking up," came the first, rather nervous voice, belonging, I now realised, to my friend Ed, "Guys, let's leave it, this is really gay."

"You can go if you want," came back the second voice, more aggressively, Stuart, as I could now tell, "But we're having too much fun with our little slut. It's not gay to want to cream a pretty thing like this." His voice was becoming more and more animated as he said this, his breaths increasingly rapid until he, like Nick before him, sighed and I felt more liquid squirting into my face.

It felt sticky as a string of it hit me just above my eye and ran across my forehead into my hair. More of it hit me on the chin and I could feel it dribbling down and falling onto my chest. I was beginning to regain a few senses and yet I still couldn't summon the energy to open my eyes or figure out quite what the guys were squirting at me, so I just lay there and let it happen.

I'd been to enough of these parties to know that nothing good ever came of falling asleep at one. Every time the guys were sure to do something to humiliate the person who'd done it and the sense that this was what was happening to me was slowly dawning, a feeling creeping up from my stomach that something not normal was happening. Still, as I said, I did nothing to stop it. In fact, as a string of warm liquid hit my lips, I slid my tongue out and tasted it again, it was definitely a taste that was growing on me, I had to admit.

"She's not waking up, she's just acting on slut instinct" laughed the final voice, Alex, I realised now I could place a name to it, "She's probably dreaming of hard men and their cream! Quick, let's get a photo of that slutty face!"

I blinked and almost opened my eyes as a flash of a camera went off in the room, but not for long enough than to do any more than see the shapes of a group of figures standing and kneeling around where I lay on the floor.

"That's one for the internet," laughed Nick, "There's loads of people who'll pay money for shit like this!"

"Yeah, this slut's ready to be a porn star," Stuart came back with.

"Should we, really?" Ed replied, "I mean, doing this in here is one thing, but showing his face to the world is another."

"Showing her face," Nick corrected, laughing to himself.

They kept referring to a woman and I began to wonder if I was alone in this strange, confusing situation, if perhaps there was a woman in here too, maybe Sasha. The last I had seen of her after our argument, she was drinking heavily with Nick and Alex, maybe she too had gone out of her head.

"Ed, you little sissy, the only thing that's a bit gay here is you trying to back out of having a little fun with our dirty slut here," Alex said, and I could almost hear a smirk in his voice, "Besides, if you're really all that worried, then stop being such a fag and put your meat away and leave. As for me, I'm going to see what else our slut can do!"

I could feel him leaning over me and a second later felt something brush against my lips. It felt warm, it felt good, I wanted to feel it some more. Whatever it was, Alex now began to rub it against my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips and leaving a wet trail around. It was hard and warm and instinctively my mouth opened to let it slip in at the slight bit of pressure pushed against me.

I guess maybe by this point, I was beginning to figure out what might be going on, my head was beginning to clear. However, I tried to remain in a state of blissful ignorance, just enjoying the unusual moment, not wanting to confront waking reality. Meanwhile, in my sleepy, drunken haze, whatever was sliding between my lips was making me feel pretty good.

Now the whole thing was in my mouth, I could get a better feel for it. It almost completely filled the inside of my wet, moist mouth. Running my tongue around it, I could feel a long, thick shaft. At first it had felt completely rock hard, but now I realised there was also a fleshy softness that trembled and quivered as I ran my tongue over it or it crossed my wet lips. It felt warm and alive, every little touch of my mouth made it tremble in a different way. It was incredible.

I felt a slight sense of loss and disappointment as the fleshy shaft slid back out of my lips, but the disappointment was only momentary as after less than a second, it slid right back in. This felt even better, the feel of it rubbing across my lips and penetrating my wet mouth. I was really getting into this now. Almost imperceptibly at first, my head was beginning to move back and forth with the rhythm of it.

"Oh yeah," Nick, watching gave something between a cheer and a laugh, "That's it, fuck her pretty face."

"She's more of a slut than we thought," Stuart came in with, "She's a natural, look how she's joining in!"

"Uhhh, oh God guys, don't," Ed came in with, increasingly frantically, "This is sick, but I can't stop watching. Oh fuck, here it comes!!"

Another squirting spray of warm, tasty liquid. This time, the first string went right across my cheek and further. It spread across the thick hardness that Alex was pushing at my face, making it slick and sticky. Alex didn't break with sliding that hard tool between my wet lips but he seemed quite angry with Ed.

"Dude, come on, shoot it at the slut not at me you little homo," he said.

"Sorry Alex, I lost control," Ed replied and I could almost see him blushing even though my eyes were closed.

The sticky warm liquid coating Alex's shaft just made it feel better as it entered my mouth, the warmth and the surprisingly good taste just made me want to eat it. I found myself almost involuntarily licking it like a lollipop, a warm, salty lollipop. It was one of the best things I'd ever had on my tongue!

Just as I was becoming more aware of the feelings stirring inside me, becoming more active in giving the warm shaft licks and sucks of my own rather than just have it sliding into me. I felt myself becoming more truly awake. I knew I couldn't hold off opening my eyes and coming back to reality for much longer.

That was when I felt hands on my body. The funny feeling had not gone away, I still felt as though I was draped in something beautifully soft, it hung against my chest and around my waist. My arse and cock were pressed against it and now, there was a soft hand running over it. It ran over my stomach and down to my groin, rubbing at my crotch.

At this moment, I suddenly realised that I had got a boner. In the course of waking up, I had obviously gone through my usual awaking process including getting morning wood. I was mortified that my friends would notice a tent in my pants from my erection, but that fear was slightly abated by the pleasure of the hand rubbing at my dick. Whatever soft material was against my body felt incredible on my cock with a hand rubbing me through it.

"Is she wet?" sniggered Alex.

"Oh yeah, the bitch is loving it," Stuart replied.

Whoever the bitch was, I hoped she was in as good a place as I was. You have never really experienced a pleasurable waking unless you've felt that stimulating, tasty warmth sliding over your lips and a hand rubbing at your crotch, both together as your eyes open to greet the world. If only I could have stayed forever in that moment of pure, almost innocent pleasure, just pure sensual feeling without any emotional complications.

However, I could no longer pretend that amongst all these stimulations I was still out cold. It was time to open my eyes and wake up. I guess somewhere deep down inside there was a growing realisation of exactly what was happening, I mean all the clues were there and it seems kind of obvious to say it now. I knew from that creeping feeling in my stomach, but I suppressed it, too happy in the pleasure of the moment. That's why, even though part of me expected to see the scene that I did, I was shocked and disturbed when I opened my eyes.

The first sight that greeted my waking eyes was Alex's naked crotch, very close to my face. I could see his strong, toned body standing over me, his face looking down on me and leering, but most of all, my attention was on the huge, thick meat sticking out from him. That same fleshy meat he was poking at my mouth, the one that I was licking, sucking and generally savouring. Yes, that's right, I was sucking my friend's cock! That was me right there, a cocksucker and enjoying it!

With this moment of shocking dawning realisation, everything suddenly made sense and I realised what had been happening to me and what the sticky liquid all over my face was, the one whose taste I had savoured on my lips, it was my friends' ejaculate. They had cum on my face like some porno slut and I had been happy to lie there and take it. Even though I had obviously enjoyed myself, I was humiliated at being put in this position. I had never had anything but straight desires and now I found myself unwittingly with an erect dick in my moist mouth. It made me both embarrassed and angry. I spat the cock out and turned my attention on the guys.

"What the fuck is going on, guys?" I demanded, angrily, "What are you doing? You've really gone too far this time!"

"See, I told you this was a really bad idea," Ed's voice drew my attention to the other guys in the room.

As well as Alex, naked, muscular and fucking my face, the other three were all still standing around me watching the show. All three cocks were now limp but sticky with the juices of their moment of climax, jerking off over my barely conscious body, shooting their loads all over my face. All of them remained watching intently, even Ed who kept protesting against what they were doing. Nick's cock had even began to get stiff again from watching.

"You're our little cumbucket slut," Alex said, "You're a natural dicksucker, it felt so good."

He waved his cock back in my sticky face. I had to admit that now I had felt its warmth inside my mouth, it did look pretty good. I had to control myself to not try and swallow it back down again, something that would totally humiliate me for good before my friends. That was if I had any face left to save. Still, the whole thing did seem a bit much even from a bunch of guys who liked to humiliate each other if they pass out drunk. Only, I was about to discover, I was not just here with my four friends.

"Oh God, look at that pathetic expression on her cumbucket face," came a fifth voice, as I suddenly realised where that gentle, stroking hand on my crotch had come from, "I just have to get a picture!"

I saw the flash of the camera again and in an instant I managed to place the last person in the room. It was a voice that was really very familiar to me. It was that of my girlfriend, or perhaps ex-girlfriend after the fight we'd had earlier that evening, Sasha. Everything came flooding back now about how she had said that she didn't want to be with me anymore because I was too pathetic, because I wasn't man enough for her, that she was going to find a real man to screw with instead. That was why I had ended up drinking so very much, while she talked to my much more macho friend Alex. I had been trying to prove my manliness with all that drink and look where it had got me, lying back with a cock in my face!

"Just take a look at what a pretty cum soaked slut you make, baby," Sasha cooed at me nastily, holding up the image just taken on her camera.

In the picture, I finally saw myself as they had seen me and I was almost unrecognisable. While I was out, somebody had obviously had a real go at me as my face was all made up like a pretty girl, with mascara, eyeshadow, blusher and bright red lipstick. I had a long, blonde wig on my head. In fact, looking in the picture I saw exactly what they were describing, a hot, dirty slut. It was made all the more worse by the fact that my face was streaked with bits of glistening wet cum from all the other cocks.

At this point, blushing crimson with shame, I noticed in the picture that it was not just my face that had been made up to look like a girl. I finally saw the reason why my body felt so strange as if it were encased in something so soft. Looking from the picture to my real body, the truth became rapidly worse and worse. I had been completely stripped out of my normal clothing and re-clothed in pretty, and very girly, lingerie. All that I now had on was a pink satin babydoll with furry cups around my chest that opened at the front to reveal a pair of pink satin panties. My legs were in a pair of black nylon stockings and that was all there was to it. I had to admit that anyone who saw this scene now or looked at the pictures later would see nothing but a crossdressed slut eager to suck cock.

"Well, it looks like I was right all along," Sasha was still smirking triumphantly as she went back to massaging my member, which felt pretty good through the satin of my panties, "You're not a real man at all. You're really much better as a girl. The guys took some convincing, but when they saw how pretty you were all dolled up in lingerie and make up, they were only too happy when I suggested they make you their little cumbucket. I think the cumstained look suits you perfectly and I'm sure everyone will agree once these pictures hit the internet!" 

Strangely, and even more humiliatingly, Sasha's teasing words were doing nothing to abate my arousal, or my lustful desire for the thick, hard meat waving just inches from my lips. She was right, being a girl did make me feel better than I did as a guy. 

"I know how much you've enjoyed having these guys spill their loads all over your pretty face," Sasha was still teasing, "I know you really loved having Alex's real manly meat right inside those pretty red lips. Don't lie, whore, I can feel how wet you are through these panties. I can tell every little thing that turns you on! God, if I'd known what a natural girly slut you'd make, how easily you would take to it, I'd have done it years ago. Now, I think Alex is dying to release a bit of that pressure, so you'd better get back to it!"

"No," I said, angrily, determined that my humiliation was over, even while Sasha was keeping me turned on, rubbing my hardon against my satin panties, "That's enough of this. Give me back my real clothes!"

"Oh, baby, this is far from over," Sasha taunted, "We're just getting started with making you our cumslut. You don't want to stop now, look how much your enjoying it so far!"

As she was saying this, she grabbed my hard cock in her hand and squeezed it tightly, causing me to yelp in pain. That moment as my mouth flew open was all that Alex needed to slip his hardon back in. Unwittingly, I was back where I had been before opening my eyes, with a hard, quivering dick between my lips, only now I knew what was happening.

I didn't put up much of a struggle. I didn't see the point really. I knew that they were going to make me eat cock whatever happened, so I might as well lie back and take it. I had to admit to myself that, however much of a sissy it had made me, I had enjoyed my first cocksucking experience. I liked the feel of its living warmth sliding into my mouth. Indeed, as Alex started fucking my face, sliding his trembling hardon in and out of my warm, wet mouth, I couldn't help enjoying it. I couldn't help starting to get into it, beginning to take control of bobbing up and down on it.

"Oh yeah, that's it slut," Alex moaned, noticing that I was no longer a passive partner in this but actively sucking on his hot meat, "Yeah, suck my big, fat cock you girly whore. Sasha's right, this is where you belong."

Normally, I wouldn't have appreciated being called a slut or a girly whore, but, strangely, right now it felt right, it felt hot and it really turned me on. I was really enjoying quite a lot playing the part of the girly whore and there was no point in denying it. I loved the feeling of that hard cock in my mouth, the feel that with my pretty, girlish looks and skilled tongue, I could make it grow and bring it off to shoot a load of delicious sticky juices. Yes, Sasha and Alex were right, there was at least a part of me that wasn't manly at all, I was a natural slut and loving the humiliation of it!

"Mmm, keep sucking like that, slut," Alex moaned, "I'm gonna cum pretty soon!"

With that, he increased the pace with which he was fucking my wet mouth, so much so that I couldn't keep pace with him. He was becoming more frantic and vigorous as if nearing the point of no return. As he did this, I felt Sasha's hand in my groin, grabbing my dick and beginning to masturbate me vigorously, seeming intent on bringing the two of us off at the same time.

"Shoot your load right down the cumbucket's throat," Sasha said, triumphantly, as Alex neared his climax, "I want her to show us what a good slut she can be by drinking the whole salty load."

By now, I'd got a bit of a taste for the cum that had already been shot over my face and lips, I had loved licking Ed's love juices from Alex's lollipop and I couldn't wait for a full load straight from the source. I know that Sasha had intended to humiliate me with this idea but I was only too happy to take it.

"Yes. YES! That's it, I'm cumming!" Alex cried, "Drink it, slut! Take my load down your cumbucket throat!"

And then I felt a string of it hit the back of my throat with some force. His dick lay between my lips, hard and trembling, shooting streams of sticky, warm, white liquid until it filled my mouth and began to leak out the sides, dribbling down my chin and onto my chest, staining my pink satin babydoll. I tried to swallow all the delicious juices but there was too much and I was too inexperienced at this and, finally, Alex had to pull out and shoot the rest onto my waiting face.

"Wait there, hold that pose," said Sasha with the camera, one hand taking a picture of my open mouth filled with so much cum that there were white bubbles on my lips, the other still jerking me off through the smooth material of my girly panties, "I want the world to see what sort of slut you are. Tell everyone what a slut you are and I'll let your girly cock cum as well!" Here she squeezed my cock tight again, causing me to gasp out loud.




Party Slut



"Aaaaghhh," I gasped, swallowing more of Alex's spunk in the process, "I'm a dirty little cumbucket slut," I moaned, using the words that Sasha and the guys had used to describe me and causing them to giggle, "And I love sucking cock and drinking cum. I don't belong as a real man, I'm much better as a cumstained girly whore!"

I couldn't believe some of the things that were coming out of my mouth as I quite happily repeated back everything Sasha and the guys had told me I was with barely a moment's thought. Sure, I had been quite happy to think about how much I enjoyed the warm, hard feel of a cock in my mouth and the taste of sticky cum on my tongue, but it was quite another thing to admit it so graphically and readily before everyone. I realised that by doing this to me as I woke up, they had found my mind and body in a state where I was far more ready to accept this drastic and embarrassing change in role to the point where I couldn't help admitting to how much I enjoyed it.

Besides, I kind of felt that if I told them what a good slut I was then perhaps I would get the chance to be a slut for longer, to suck on more dicks. I had had my three friends shoot cum on my barely conscious face but had only actually tasted one cock and I was fascinated to continue, to discover the feel and taste of others. I looked around and could see Nick, Ed and Stuart remained watching, intrigued by the strange scene, shocked by how as I woke up I had remained a cumbucket willing to please. Their formerly flaccid dicks were all beginning to get hard again. 

Meanwhile, my own throbbed madly under Sasha's touch but I still hadn't cum, it felt as if I was holding back for more or, maybe, I had become too much of a girl for my cock to behave in the same way as a guy's. Either way, I knew I wanted more dick in my mouth and I didn't care who knew it. Admitting to the world that I loved being a girly slut meant I had crossed a line and there was no going back to being just the normal guy I was. I figured I might as well go for it now and enjoy it while I could.

"OK boys, I'm your slut, soaked in your cum," I grinned, spreading my sticky painted lips, "You've used me as your lust object, now I want to get a real taste of those juicy cocks."

I think even Sasha was a little taken aback at my forwardness, she looked at me as if things were beginning to get away from her design, like she'd created some strange new thing. The moment passed, however, as she found herself smirking naughtily a few seconds later. In the time that she had briefly stopped stroking my cock, I had got up onto my knees and half crawled over to the guys.

Nick and Stuart were already beginning to stroke their dicks so they were growing pretty hard. Neither of them was quite as delicious looking as Alex's thick, veiny monster but both were longer and thicker than mine, uncut but with a glistening head peering out from the foreskin. I reached both my hands out and took a cock in each. The feel of warm flesh getting harder at my touch was a real turn on and both guys seemed only too happy to watch as my hands worked and massaged their dicks into solid, hard rods.

As I stroked their stiff hard members, I pulled them in towards each other so each of my naked friends was standing right beside me facing each other, looking down on my made up and cum soaked face. The heads of their quivering cocks were almost touching, almost rubbing erotically up against one another as I flicked out my tongue between them, licking the glistening pre-cum that shone in droplets on the end of their dicks.

I turned my head to the left where Nick stood. I remembered he had been the first guy to blow his load on my girly face, so I figured he should be the first one I deliberately went down on. I extended my tongue and began to lick up around the base of his shaft and then all along the veiny underside. Finally, I ended up kissing his swollen purple head and gently inserting my tongue into the tender area just at the opening of his foreskin.

"Ohhhh," Nick moaned, "That feels gooood....Keep that up and you'll be getting a second load of my cum before too long."

"Hey, slut, get that dirty mouth over here and lick me too," Stuart chipped in, causing me to turn from Nick and lick around Stuart's shaft in the same way as I had the first, "Oh yeah, slut, that's the way I like it. You sure are a freaky little slut, taking two cocks at once while still covered in spunk."

I continued to stroke both cocks, jerking them off and feeling them get warmer and harder, while I transferred the attentions of my mouth and tongue from one to the other, first planting kisses and luscious licks all over Nick's stiff dick and then changing my tonguing to Stuart's hard shaft. Meanwhile, Sasha had got her camera again and was snapping pictures of me as I knelt and stroked and licked, immortalising my performance as a sexy slut.

I could tell what those pictures would show because the image was imprinted in my mind, it was part of what was turning me on. I just imagined the sight that Sasha and Ed and Alex were watching, me, their friend for some years, in a blonde wig and slutty make-up, dressed in just a thin pink babydoll, its underside pushed shamefully aside by my own massively erect penis, and black stockings, pulling and sucking the two trembling erections of two of my other friends, with my face and chest covered in messy, sticky cum from my previous encounters that night. It is an image that I still cherish today but a photo that I really didn't want anyone to see.

"That's it baby, work that dirty whore's mouth of yours," Sasha taunted, flashing pictures with her camera, "You'll make a real hot porn star if you keep this up. You're a good little slut."

"Mmm, yes," I gasped between mouthfuls of hard manmeat, "I am such a slut, I know. I can't help myself. I just want to suck on all the hottest, hardest cocks. I love the feel of them inside me and I need the taste of their cum as it shoots out over my mouth and face!"

With this, I began really to go for it, to gobble right down on the two cocks. Now, instead of licking them, I was really sucking. I would swallow most of the length of one, opening my throat right up to pump it in and out of my mouth for a few seconds, whilst vigorously masturbating the other, then I would proceed to stroke off the first while my mouth moved to the second, which I would also near swallow and bob back and forth on.

I could tell that even though they had already dumped one creamy load each over my sticky face, both guys wouldn't take much more of my oral attentions before they reached a second climax of the night and I became even more soaked and sticky than I already was. I began to realise that the freaky kinkiness of their old friend dressed like a whore and going down so eagerly on their dicks like a slut was a huge turn on for them just as it was for me.

"God, you guys are almost as bad as she is!" Sasha exclaimed as I pulled the two quivering cocks together so the heads rubbed across each other as I slobbered all over them with my eager tongue, "Look how aroused you get by a boy in a babydoll and panties. Look at Nicky, his dick's just about ready to burst again! You just can't hold back, can you? Not very impressive at all. And Ed, you aren't even getting involved and your dick is as hard now as its probably ever been just watching your crossdressed buddy sucking your other friends' cocks. No wonder it's so hard to find a real man when all the guys I know are either fags or sluts!"

It seemed like I wasn't the only one to be excited by my former girlfriend's sneering insults and accusations. Almost as soon as she had said this, Nick's already growing arousal hit its climax. My lips were wrapped around Stuart's trembling dick, while I grabbed Nick's, but at that moment Nick grabbed my head and pulled me back forcibly to face him.

"Ahhhh," he moaned as the first string of cum hit my face, "Oh yeah, here comes my hot spunk, slut! I know you're really a guy but that just makes your girly slut behaviour even more of a turn on."

It felt good hearing the effect that I could have on my supposedly straight friends just by dressing in a pretty babydoll and sucking some dick. If I had turned from straight guy with a steady girlfriend to cocksucking slut in one evening, then at least I had had an effect in turning the guys too.

A fresh load of cum covered my sticky face, getting it even dirtier and wetter, making me look even more of a slut with every extra bit. For the second time, I was stained by thick, translucent juices from Nick's hard dick. It hit me on the forehead and ran down my cheek towards my waiting mouth. As it touched my lips, I flicked out my tongue and licked the glistening spunk, swallowing it down before cleaning the rest from the swollen head of Nick's tasty member.

"Mmm, Nick, that's some hot, tasty cum," I grinned my stained and painted lips, "I love the taste of it. Give me more, guys. I want to be your cumbucket!"

"Come on then, you filthy cumwhore," Stuart said, directing my attention back to his dick, "Come on and suck me dry!"

"Ooooh, yes," I eagerly turned the full force of my attention to licking, gobbling and sucking Stuart's firm manhood, feeling it quiver on my tongue, "Ohhh -- gasp -- that's one hot cock -- suck -- I love it on my tongue, on my lips -- slurp -- it tastes gooood!"

"Fuck, slut, you just can't help yourself, can you?" said Sasha, putting down the camera and coming over to join in, "You know, it's kind of a turn on, what a determined little slut you are, far sexier than you ever were as a guy!"

In the time that I had been blowing my friends' harder and harder, it hadn't escaped my notice that my own erection had reached a state of stiffness that I had rarely experienced before. Although I flattered myself that made up and dressed up I made a fairly convincing woman, anyone would be able to tell that I wasn't quite that, thanks to my prominent hardon pressed up against my chest by being barely contained by my pink satin panties, becoming almost clear with my leaking pre-cum.

Despite all of this, my mind had focused more on the cocks in my face than the one in my panties, almost to the extent that I could forget the yearning desire in my groin. However, that was a state that couldn't last and, as soon as Sasha touched my hardness once more, a rush of pleasure and desire flooded back from my mouth to my crotch. Once more, I felt like I had to explode, but I still didn't cum just yet, even with one hard cock in my mouth and my sort of girlfriend stroking my dick through the soft, smooth feel of satin.

But, it wasn't just my cock that got Sasha's attention. She pulled me into a position where I was now kneeling and leaning forward, almost on all fours, moving me so my hard cock pointed down and my panty covered ass stuck up further. As one hand continued to rub and stroke my member, her other ran over my stockings, up my thighs and began to caress my ass through the satin of my panties, landing playful slaps against it and sliding her fingers beneath the waistband.

"You're a slut that likes to eat cock and get covered in cum," she said, running her fingers along my ass crack, "But do you fuck like a real slut?"

I was pretty sure what this was building up to, my mind was much more alert and excited than I had been when this wild night began. I could now sense what was happening and what it would lead to. I was filled with a mingled sense of excitement and nerves. As the night had progressed and I'd gone from being a not wholly willing participant in my friends' sex games to a hot and horny cum drinker and cocksucker, my mind had begun to imagine what it would be like to go all the way as a woman. I loved the way the dicks felt in my mouth, warm and hard and lively, I couldn't help but imagine one ploughing into me. As I sucked more and more, I yearned to feel it inside me and yet I couldn't help but feel as nervous as any young girl anticipating being torn apart on her first time.

Still, I felt an aroused anticipation as Sasha slid my panties down to my knees, causing me to gasp in pleasure as my cock sprang free. She ran her hands over my bare, exposed ass cheeks and inserted a finger between them. Even just that one finger in my tightness felt like it filled me up completely. It felt good though, it felt like I wanted more. Soon, that one finger became two, stretching me out, making me ready to be a woman.

"OOoohhh," I gasped and giggled with Stuart's erection wobbling between my lips, "Ahhh, Sasha -- suck -- that feels soooo gooood. I can't believe how hot it feels -- slurp -- stick another one in me."

"I can do better than that," Sasha laughed, sliding her fingers in and out of me, fingering me hard and fast, "Alex get over here. You're the closest thing we've got to a real man amongst these queers and whores."

Alex strode over, completely naked, his big, thick dick jutting out in front of him. It hadn't taken him long to get hard again after I sucked him off the first time, watching me debase myself as a slut before our friends seemed to be enough for him and now he was rock hard and ready to go. As he stood behind me, with me craning my head back to look whilst still trying to lick and suck Stuart's dick, Sasha took her hand off my crotch and grabbed Alex's erection instead.

"Alex, it looks like you get to be the one to make this wannabe slut a woman," Sasha smirked, "Take her cherry and tear her apart. It's no more than she deserves, pretending to be a man all that time, stringing me on when deep down inside she's nothing but a slut who'd rather have a dick up her ass than screw a real girl. Isn't that right, slut?"

"Ohhh yesss," I said, gasping for air in a moment when the cock in my mouth had got so slick with my saliva that it had slid right out from my lips, "I'm completely a slut girl at heart and all I want is to be a real slut. I want my virgin ass screwed. Fuck me, pleeeeasse. Fuck my tight little slut arse, Alex!"

With that, Sasha, who was still stroking Alex's shaft with one hand, used the other to position him right behind me. She pushed my stockinged legs wider open and opened my ass cheeks, positioning Alex's swollen cockhead at the entrance to my virgin hole. Alex's hands found their way to my hips, running over the folds of my girlish satin babydoll. He grabbed my waist and thrust his hips to push his cock up inside me, pulling me back off Stuart in the process.

It felt incredible, like nothing I had ever experienced before. My legs were spread wide and it felt like I was completely impaled and torn open by the massive pole between them. I had no idea how my tight butt could take such a shaft of thick hardness inside it, but somehow I managed it. It hurt a lot but that pain was mingled with so much sensation, tingling feelings in places I never knew could feel so satisfying. I felt incredibly light headed and was rather glad to let the cock in my mouth slide free, so I could gasp for air. However, I wouldn't have given it up for anything.

It didn't take all that long with that manly hardness stuck up inside me, for my arse to get numb to the pain and get pretty used to being filled, so much so that I felt a little lost when Alex began to withdraw his meat, even though I loved the sensation as it slid between my so tight arse cheeks. Obviously, from Alex's sighs he was feeling the pleasure in the situation as much as I was.

"Ohhhh. Oh God," he groaned, "This virgin arse is so tight. I don't think anything has ever felt sooo tight around my dick. It's amazing. I might have to give up pussy to fuck more sissy virgins after this!"

I didn't have to feel that loss for long. Once Alex's dick had slid back so just the head was buried inside me, he grabbed my hips and thrust back into me, harder and faster than before, making my head spin once more with the incredible rush of electric sensation. My own cock was by now harder than I could ever remember it and still I hadn't cum. Meanwhile, Sasha began to slap and fondle Alex's toned arse even as he penetrated mine. Her other hand found its way back to stroking my dick.

"God, you little slut, you're sooo much better at this than you ever were at being a man," she smirked, "Look how you make all the boys want you with your cumstained face and tight little arse!"

As I began to get accustomed to my virginity being broken, to my arse being filled, I was able to clear my head enough to turn my attention back to the extremely appealing looking throbbing muscle Stuart was still dangling tantalisingly inches in front of me. Alex began to pick up a bit of a rhythm as he slid his dick in and out of my raw, virgin hole. With my hips bucking back and forth, my lips now opened to let Stuart's dick slide between them. Essentially, I was riding back and forth between the two quivering cocks of my two close friends as one opened up my arse and the other explored my throat.

"Mmmm, that's hot, slut," Stuart sighed, clearly pretty close to reaching his climax, "You look just like a porno whore, with one massive cock in each of your holes."

It was true, I could only imagine how this scene would look. It really was something straight out of a kinky porno, only played out by me and my friends. I was still dressed in stockings and a pink satin babydoll, albeit rather dishevelled at this point, and my face was still made up like a slut, only with sticky cum crusted over it now, however, my rock solid hardon was also pretty apparent hanging between my legs, swaying rhythmically as Alex's much bigger cock penetrated inside me.

"You like cum, don't you, slut?" Stuart was gasping, "Well, get ready for another load of my hot, sticky juice!"

"Ohhh yeah -- gasp -- give me your cum," I sighed around his hardness, all the while having my arse invaded by the ever harder thrusts behind me, "Cum in my mouth -- slurp -- and shoot all over my girly face -- suck -- make me your cumbucket!"

That seemed to be enough for Stuart, seeing me with his friend's cock buried in my arse, kneeling there and begging for his cum. He grunted and groaned and I felt a stream of warm spunk hit the back of my throat. I grabbed his dick and held it between my lips, stroking it and sucking out the tasty juices until my mouth was so full of cum there were streams leaking out around the sides and running down my chin. Then, I took it from my mouth and continued to stroke as Stuart shot a couple more loads in my face.

There was cum in my hair, all over my forehead, running down my eyes and cheeks like tears. There was cum making my painted lips sticky, and bubbles on my tongue, swallowing the saltiness right down. There was cum slipping down my chin and onto my chest, staining my pink satin lingerie. I had never seen this much translucent white love juice anywhere and now it was all over my face. I really was a cumbucket slut and I loved it. I licked my lips eagerly and hoped badly to feel the same juices explode in my tight arse.

Without the hot hardness of any of my friends to swallow, my attention was entirely on filling my arse with Alex's eager thrusting manhood. I began to push my hips back harder and harder, filling me up deeper and deeper until I felt his pole was right inside me, right in the middle of my slight, girlish body, powerfully taking me over. Next to that firm rod up inside me, my own dick was little more than an oversized clitoris, but it was still throbbing with the arousal that flooded through me from my prostate right through every inch of my body.

Sasha pushed Alex back onto the bed so he was sitting facing the room with that massive pole sticking straight up between his legs. Then she turned me so I was facing out toward everyone as well and sat me down on his lap, guiding his cock once more between my tight arse cheeks, that little bit loosened up now he was taking my cherry, making me a woman, making it so I would never be the same again. As I slid down his pole, my own cock stuck right up in the same way. He grasped my waist and pulled me further down until he was buried right inside me, rubbing me in the best way possible.




Party Slut



I was now able to bounce up and down on that firm love stick, giving all the other guys and Sasha a good view of just what a slut I was, just how keen I was to get my arse penetrated. There was no pretending any more that this was a trick that they had forced me into. I was absolutely loving it. And so were the rest of them from the hungry looks with which they still watched me. Stuart and Nick looked exhausted having dumped their cum over my face twice, but Ed still had a strong, hard dick that I knew he was desperate to use on me. 

For now, however, I loved being able to see everyone watching me as I slid up and down Alex's dick, tossing my head back, moaning and sighing, my cock wobbling around in front of me, finally able to see everyone's reaction now that, for the first time, I didn't have a dick in my face. I was even more the centre of attention as Sasha pulled out another camera, this time shooting video, making me into a real porno video star.

"Come on slut, tell everybody how much you love to get fucked," Sasha grinned at me from behind the camera, "Show us how happy you are that we showed you your real self!"

"Ohhh yes," I replied, moaning as I rode my friend's big cock, "I'm a dirty slut. That's the real me, a whore who loves nothing more than a big dick and being soaked in the cum of as many men as possible! Mmmm, ohhhh. I love the feel of a big dick in my mouth, and riding one in my arse. But, what I love most of all is when they shoot their cum all over my face and down my throat. I used to think I was a man, but ohh I'm really a cumbucket!"

"That's what we like to hear," Sasha giggled, keeping her camera on me. I could see that she had her hand slid inside her skirt, even as she filmed us, she was rubbing up and down, masturbating herself to my crossdressed porno show.

I can't tell you how turned on that made me, seeing my girlfriend, or rather ex-girlfriend now, rubbing her wet pussy as a result of watching me, the former man she had completely turned into a shameless cum drinking slut. I really wanted to perform for her and her camera, to show that in some weird way I could still get her off.

"Mmmm, I love to suck cock," I moaned, "Isn't there any more guys here who can feed me their big, thick manhood. Ooooh, I'd love to drink some more thick, warm cum!"

All eyes in the room turned to Ed here, the only guy who hadn't had a second go at me and the only guy who was still hard. He had held back through the whole evening, in fact, right from the start being the guy who was insecure about all that was going on here. He had shot his load onto me or, rather, onto his friend's cock, which I had then eaten, but that was the full extent of our sexual contact. I wondered what his dick would be like in my mouth. However, despite the obvious encouragement, the lustful look I gave him as I licked my lips, he didn't seem about to join in.

However, throughout all the kinkier and kinkier developments of the evening, he had never left, never taken his eyes off my girly, satin clad body, or my hard, erect dick. He remained naked, and his obvious interest and arousal was what drew my gaze now. He had a nice, thick, uncut cock that was standing proud, sticking right up in front of him as he watched the scene. I smiled my painted, sticky lips and beckoned him over.

"Come on Ed, come and let me get a taste of that hot looking cock of yours," I said, "Your cum tasted sooo good on Alex's dick, I'd love to get it straight from the source."

"I still don't know, guys, this is still feeling really weird, like really gay," Ed stammered, "It's not like a joke now. How can you just be so keen to fuck him like that? He's your friend. We've known him as a guy for years."

"And it's only now that you've seen my true self," I grinned, "You've showed me what I can be and I'm so grateful to all of you. I love being a dirty slut and sucking on all your dicks so come on over and let me thank you for doing this to me."

A little reluctantly, but perhaps won over by the strength of his lustful feelings on seeing me in my pretty pink lingerie and stockings bouncing up and down on his friend's hard dick, begging for his in my mouth, Ed came over to join us. I grabbed his dick and pulled him closer. Still riding Alex's hardness, feeling it penetrating right up inside me, rocking my body and sending waves of pleasure right through me, I now began to stroke Ed's erection until it was every bit as stiff as the one in my arse. I opened my mouth and swallowed the shaft so once more I had a cock at both ends and my own little one every bit as hard and wobbling around everywhere as I slid my body up and down on my old friend.

I knew that my moment of climax could not be far off now and could tell pretty well that these two guys I was pleasuring would probably be pretty close too. Eagerly, I began to slide faster down the shaft in my arse, desperate to feel impaled as deeply as possible, wanting, yearning to be opened up completely by my friend's masculine firmness. Meanwhile, I was vigorously licking and sucking the quivering cock in my mouth, making Ed sigh and moan like I'd never heard before.

"Uhhhh, ohhhh, mmmm, yeah," he groaned, "You were right, this is the real you. You suck cock like a pro, I've never felt anything like it. You want my hot cum, slut? Well, you're gonna get it pretty soon, right in your face!"

I was so thrilled to have converted my doubting friend. It wasn't just me who had enjoyed this strange crossdressing party orgy, each and every one of my four closest friends had taken advantage of dressing me like a slut to get off and use me as a cumbucket. From the amount of spunk that they had shot over and inside me, I could tell how much they liked it. Sure, it was going to be embarrassing for me, going back to my usual life after this, but it could be for them too, the guys who dressed up their friend in slutty lingerie and fucked him. Our relationship was certainly never going to be the same again after this!

At that moment, I felt another exciting new sensation I had not expected, and on this night I had thought I had experienced all the new pleasures I could imagine. My own cock had been rock solid and desperate for release throughout this whole kinky experience, but most of the night had been left to flop around as my face or arse got all the attention, simply enjoying the feel of its satin covering. Now, however, I felt a hand wrap around it and begin to stroke the hard shaft. I could tell that it wasn't Sasha this time as, out of the corner of my eye even with my face buried in Ed's crotch, I could still see her and her camera on the other side of the room, still rubbing her cunt as she watched the scene playing out before her. No, this must be one of the guys, those straight friends of mine who once again had crossed another boundary. It was one thing using your male friend like a girly slut, it was another to give pleasure to that still definitely male part of him at the same time.

I sighed with pleasure at this touch and momentarily let Ed's cock slip from my mouth to see who was doing this to me. I was surprised to see Ed himself, bent over as I sucked him off, and masturbating my dick, and after he had been so worried that this situation was really gay. Maybe that was just a way of revealing that he too had a side to him that was far from completely straight. Even though I was no longer going down on his throbbing hardness, Ed continued to stroke mine, staring at it with ill disguised fascination. Even as Alex's much larger love pole continued to impale my whole girly body, Ed's hand caressed mine just above where his friend's shaft entered my virgin hole.

"Mmm, I've gotta say, you have such a pretty, girly cock," Ed said, lustfully staring at it as my sliding down the fuckstick in my arse made me almost fuck his hand, "It looks really pretty sticking out from the folds of that cute babydoll as you spread those stockinged legs. Almost as if girls should have pretty little dicks." 

"Ha!" laughed Sasha, her own pussy raw and red from her increasingly feverish masturbation, "See what I said about all you guys being so gay. You're just as bad as each other!"

She could taunt all she liked, but there was no stopping us now. I guess we were all fascinated by each other's cocks, both the thick baseball bat in my arse and the dainty girlish thing between my legs. I returned to licking and stroking Ed's shaft as he stroked mine and I could feel it quivering with anticipation and began to feel that desire to get another face load of sticky juices. My face was already glazed and glistening and yet still I wanted more. I loved sucking cock, but what I loved most of all was the feel of that cum as it shot out of their aroused hardness and hit my face or right in the back of my throat. That showed what a slut I really was, and how good at it I was too to provoke that reaction.

"Mmm, baby, come on, give me that warm, sticky spunk," I said, between licking his big shaft, "I'm such a little cumbucket, I want it all over my face."

All I had to do was ask for it, it seems, as almost as soon as I'd said that, I felt that oh so good stream of warm sticky cock juice hitting me on my sticky lips. I licked them and sensually savoured the salty taste as another stream of spunk hit me across my forehead, making my hair stiff and sticky once more. It kept coming as more covered my shiny face and made me lick it up from all around my mouth. Finally, Ed stopped cumming his second load, this time one I could get straight from the source. However, he didn't leave me then, even though he had got off and shot his load over his crossdressed cumslut friend, he continued to jerk me off.

In fact, now he was totally free to do as he wished, he got even more into it. He knelt on the floor between my spread stockinged legs, and really started to stroke me quite vigorously even as he watched closely the sight of his friend's thick manhood entering my once virgin back door. I knew with all this going that I was about to reach the greatest orgasmic climax I had ever experienced. My breaths were coming rapidly and wildly, my body quivering and shaking, the cock buried inside me felt like it filled me completely. My head was thrown back and I gasped and sighed.

"Ohhh God. Oh thank you guys for doing this!" I moaned, "Thank you for dressing me in this hot pink satin, thank you for shooting your spunk all over me, for making me a dirty cum bucket! Thank you for popping my arse cherry and making me a woman! Oh OH OHHHH God! Thank you for making me cum like this...OHHHHHHHH!"

That last gasp came as Ed leaned in and licked his tongue right up from the base of my shaft to the glistening, swollen head. It was that little touch of my friend's tongue that finally sent me over the edge. My first string of translucent goo struck Ed in the face just like his had done to me. After this, he leaned back, continuing to pump his fist along my shaft, however, as my erection continued to explode, cum flying everywhere up out of it and across my body. My pink satin babydoll was pretty much ruined by the amount of my glistening semen that hit it at this moment.

Another string of it managed to shoot so far that it actually hit me in my made up girly face, causing my own spunk to mix with that of my friends' that already covered me. I opened my mouth and the next lot of it hit right on target, allowing me to swallow my own juices. Ed looked up at me and grinned, he had a few drops of my spunk on his top lip. He licked his tongue around his mouth and took it in, swallowing my salty juices down with a dirty smile and showing that I was not alone amongst my friends in enjoying the feel and taste of cum.

All this time, I was still riding Alex's firmness, feeling my once tight virginity torn apart as that hard cock slid inside me, his balls slapping against my arse. Now, however, as I felt an incredible surge of pleasure running right through every fibre of my body, as my cock shot out its delicious load. I impaled myself as deep as possible and held myself there. My whole body clenched up at my moment of release including all the muscles in my already tight little arse, shutting tight like a vice around the thick love pole inside. The tightness of this along with my following orgasmic writhing and cum shooting were the last straw for Alex's already yearning arousal.

Just moments after my own orgasm, I felt another string of sticky cum hit me, this time not on my glistening face or stained lingerie, this was deep inside me. Alex grabbed my hips and held me onto his cock as his own hips bucked around and his cock shook inside me, filling me with his warm juices, a quite incredible feeling. He kept at this until the cum was leaking from my arse and running down my thighs to stain my stockings.

"Oh God, you naughty slut, it feels so good to take your virginity and turn you into a real slut for good," Alex moaned as he filled me with cum, "That virgin arse is so tight, it feels even better than a girl's pussy, I've just got to fill it with spunk. Now you're a real cumbucket with it leaking out of both ends!"

Finally, everyone was spent and all their cum was in or all over me. Alex let his cock slide from my arse with a squelching sound and I stood up, rather unsteadily after the pounding my tight little hole had received. I had been dressed like a perfect pretty girl at the start of the evening but now I was left dishevelled in stockings and a satin babydoll that was stiff with cum, my own dripping dick hung out beneath it. My make up was smudged and my face glistening and sticky, cum even stuck up in my hair. I turned to Sasha and grinned and genuine look of gratitude as she trained her camera on me. With one final look, I reached around behind me to where the cum was sliding down my thighs and scooped a good handful from my arse, licking my sticky fingers clean.

"Mmmm," I said to the camera, "I just love being a slut for cum!"

And that was it for my first kinky cum loving crossdressed orgy. All four of my friends were now looking slightly ashamed of what they had done, how they had let their prank over their sleeping friend get out of hand and revealed their own not exactly straight side. They picked up their clothes, got dressed and left the room, leaving me with just Sasha, the girl who, until tonight, I had thought of as my girlfriend, but who had been instrumental in turning me into a girly slut who loves cock.

"Well, that went much better than expected," she smiled naughtily at me, "I mean, I knew that you were never really much of a man, but I hadn't expected how easily you would take to being a slut!"

I just blushed, unsure of how to respond. I was both grateful to her for bringing me this night of unforeseen pleasure but also a little embarrassed, even humiliated, that she, my girlfriend, had made me into a cocksucking bitch and filmed it on her camera. I suddenly felt very ashamed and exposed in just stockings and a babydoll, my cock still hanging out with a little bit of cum dripping from the flaccid head.

"There's a bathroom through there," she pointed to a door on the other side of the bedroom leading to the en suite, "Get yourself cleaned up and I'll leave some clothes out for you."

I was pleased to leave and go on into the next room. Something about being alone with Sasha made me uncomfortable about what I had just done, especially as she was smirking and holding that camera. I mean, sure she had got off on watching the scene too, but that would not be obvious from her pictures and video. I was happy to be alone with my thoughts briefly as I stepped into the shower, the warm water rinsing the feeling of sex from my body and finally waking me up properly, bringing me back to the normal sober and awake me.

Coming back into the bedroom, I was ready to get dressed, go home and put this whole weird, wonderful but disturbing night behind me and get on with my life. For a minute, I thought that was possible. That was, until I saw the clothes Sasha had left for me. I should have known that after tonight she wasn't exactly going to just give me back my male self and let me go on my way. No, laid out on the bed was a lacy black bra and panties, a white camisole type top and a very short black pleated skirt. I guess I was stuck as a girl until I could get home.

I searched quickly around the room to see if Sasha could have stashed my ordinary clothes anywhere, but, not finding them, I resigned myself to the short skirt and camisole. I had to admit, I wasn't wholly disappointed to be leaving girly clothes behind just yet. I had really enjoyed the way it had felt to dress and act like a girly slut earlier on and, even though I was nervous about doing it outside, I figured it would feel pretty good still. And besides, it was the middle of the night, hardly anyone was likely to see me.

I slid the black lace panties up my legs and revelled in the feeling once more of soft, feminine material against my cock. I had a little trouble with the bra, this was, after all, the first time I had dressed myself as a girl (the others had dressed me up while I wasn't even conscious before) and that gave me a little thrill. The tiny skirt barely covered my thighs and showed off my legs beautifully, it felt like I was barely covered and this felt really sexy. When I added the six inch heeled sandals Sasha had left me, the feminine shapeliness of my thighs and calves was obvious, although I did totter a bit as I tried to walk in them. I slid the camisole top over my head and was ready to go.

I had hoped that I could kind of slip out of the house unnoticed. I didn't really know if anyone would still be here except for Sasha. I had now idea how long I had been out for earlier on, or what time it was now. However, as I quietly left the bedroom and headed downstairs, walking unsteadily in my heels, I realised I had made a massive mistake. The house was very far from empty. I had assumed that my falling asleep and the incredible fuckfest that had followed had taken us right through the night, but I was very wrong indeed in thinking this. For some reason, I had been convinced that the party had been long since over when I was dressed in the pretty lingerie. This, however, couldn't be more wrong. As I came downstairs, I realised the house was still teeming with people!

Fortunately for me, they were all in the living room, crowded around something on the TV and so didn't really notice me as I came down the stairs. I was nearly away in the clear when a sound from the living room distracted me with a horrible realisation of just what it was the whole party were watching on the TV screen. I heard a voice, like mine only higher pitched and more feminine, moaning with obvious pleasure and speaking some pretty dirty thoughts.

"Mmm, baby, come on, give me that warm, sticky spunk," came the voice onscreen as I peered through the door to watch a massive crowd of my friends and acquaintances watch me, dressed in stockings and lingerie, my face glazed with cum, a fat cock in my arse and another on my tongue, telling them all, "I'm such a little cumbucket, I want it all over my face."

I watched with a mixture of shame, pride and an odd sense of detachment as the large audience gasped, giggled and applauded my slutty performance. For a moment, I enjoyed the sense of being a porno star whose hot gangbanging was the centre of attention for a big crowd. However, my embarrassment at the whole situation began to take over and I decided to make a swift exit before anyone took their eyes off the image of my cum soaked body on the screen to see the real me still dressed in a short skirt and heels.

Unfortunately for me, my plans for making an easy exit, unnoticed by the rest of the party, were somewhat scuppered by the heels that, although they made my legs look very sexily feminine, I was having a little trouble walking in. As I turned to head for the door, I stumbled and tripped a little, causing a couple of the party guests to turn and see me, just as my skirt rode up to give them a flash of my lacy black panties.




Party Slut



The baseline reverberates through the house. The party is in full swing and is a drink fuelled gathering of people letting their hair down after a long week at work.

I'm getting tipsy as my hair falls out of its grips. I look up and see you from my seat at the other side of the room, I'm sure I caught your eye, but you are busy chatting to the group of people you are with, presumably friends of yours, but then I've seen you at various points of the night chatting to almost everybody.

I glance at you again, and our eyes meet. My face glows and reddens.

I get up as my friends return with more drinks, we resume talking and dancing.

As I move to the music I can feel your eyes run up my body taking in my dress that while not revealing, clings in all the right places, accentuating my delicious and perky breasts, and my curvy tight arse.

I looked over to see you alone where you were and so I made sure you could see that my high heels enhanced may calves, and made sure that I bent and gyrated so that you know my stockings end in lace.

Your friends return and your intense gaze leaves me, but it's too late, I'm already damp from your gaze.

I keep track of your every move as I dance and chat to people. Inane talk, as my mind is fixed solely on you. The fire in my body burns with passion for you. I need to cool down I think, and move towards the well stocked kitchen.

I pass by you on my way to get a drink and I teasingly rub your crotch with a drunken wink. You watch me as the evening progresses seeing me flirt with men and women alike, little signs like my tongue running over my lips, my fingers playing with my hair, all the while I'm watching for your reaction out of the corner of my eye.

I disappear for a while then I'm beside you, joining in and laughing with your friends. You turn my head for a long deep kiss. I pull away but before I turn away I briefly bring a finger to your lips, you know instantly that I've been touching myself. I whisper to you that I have long since shed my knickers. I flick my head and start talking to someone else. With a firm hand on my wrist you apologise to everyone and before I know it I'm being propelled to your car. You don't say a word to me as we pull away. Still tipsy I try to tease you by pulling my dress up a little to reveal lace top stockings but you don't react. I'm just starting to sober up and ask you what's wrong when we arrive at yours. I follow you into your flat teetering on my heels. You finally look deep into my eyes. I smile and lean in for a kiss when you grab me, one hand flips me round and up against the hall wall, you keep me there pushing your weight against me. With one hand you twist your fingers through my hair pulling my face round, the other hands goes roughly up my dress and probs hard between my legs your thoughts are confirmed, I'm soaking wet. My heart pounds in nervousness and anticipation as you bring your lips to my ear and utter one word "slut"

That instantly sends me over the edge and I orgasm all over your hand.

You remove your body from me and pull my hair to turn me back round.

'Now lick my hand clean you whore'

I drop to my knees and take your hand in my mouth, tasting myself, enjoying my sweet juice, so delicious around your fingers and hand.

I get every drop of my orgasm from you and begin to stand up, my eyes staring deep into yours. Your eyes steely blue and showing no emotion. As I stand you rip my dress down, tearing it at the seems. My instant reaction is to try and cover up, but as I look at you I realise that I know better than to do that.

You grab my hair and push me to the bedroom. I steady myself and hold myself by one of the wooden posts at the bottom of the bed. You arrive behind me and rip my dress off completely. I'm now stood there, slightly bent over in nothing but hold ups and black patent high heels. My pussy juice rolling down my thighs. I love that feeling, and my post orgasmic glow makes me feel like my body is shimmering.

My thoughts are interrupted as I feel the sting of your hand on my arse.

'You have been a real dirty bitch this evening haven't you? Practically whoring yourself out to everyone at the party'

'Yes' I respond, you words burning into me, and keeping me on edge.

'Yes, what?' You say

My mind races, what do you want me to say I think to myself. Before I can even start to think of an answer I feel the sting of your hand again. This time on my left cheek. Now both cheeks are warmed from your touch.

'Y-y-y-y-e-s-s, s-s-s-i-i-r-r' I stammer.

'Better you little tramp.....now count these while you learn better manners'

SLAP.....this was harder against me. The delicious feel of pleasure and pain fills my body from the tips of my toes, all the way up to my mind, swirling through every inch of me. I almost cum again, but I just catch myself, as I know there would be repercussions from that.

'One' I say through a gasp of pleasure.

SLAP....'Two'

SLAP....'Three'

You are alternating between cheeks and the heat on my arse is building, and I'm trying not to cum, but it's getting harder with each gorgeously painful interaction of my cheek and your hand.

My eyes begin to well up as my body lives in the confusion of pleasure and pain.

I manage to get all 10 slaps without cumming, and as the last slap is delivered, through slightly gritted teeth, I moan 'Ten........Thank you for teaching me sir'.

'Well done my slut, you may turn around.'

I turn, and stand straight, my tits displaying proudly across my chest, you grab a nipple in each hand and pinch and squeeze them. I make sure I show no signs of the pain ripping through my body.

I make sure there is no direct eye contact but I am sure you are pleased with me, which in turn gives me a great feeling inside.

You grab my slightly sweaty hair and pull me to the ground.

You grab a tie from your chest of drawers and tie my hands behind my back.

Then, after what seems like an age, you release your cock from it's fabric prison by letting your trousers fall to the floor.

I look up at you, willingness to please is in my eyes.

You nod at me and I move to take your cock into my mouth.

I take it all the way in, then as, I pull back, I take it from my mouth and then lick up and down the sides, brom base to tip. The precum that I have on my tongue is mixing with the taste of my own juices, giving me a gorgeous taste in my mouth, better than anything I had ever had at a 5 star restaurant.

I continue to swap between taking you all in my mouth, and licking your shaft, and taking your balls in my mouth.

Suddenly and without warning you grab the back of my head with both hands and begin to fuck my face.

Slowly at first, building up the tempo and force that your cock slides in and out of my mouth.

You start to thrust your cock into me like a jack hammer, again I could almost cum on the spot, but restrain myself.

Your thrusting continues hard and furious, difficult for me to catch my breath, but I manage.

Then suddenly and without warning you thrust deep into my throat and just stay there. I try to open my throat and let you further inside me. You push further in, but my gag reflex kicks in.

My mind races as I don't want to disappoint you, but you withdraw and then go back to fucking my face hard and fast.

I feel your cock twitch, and I know you're about to shoot your ropes of cum into my mouth.

Suddenly you pull me off your cock and begin wank in front of my face, my orgasm which has been on the edge for what seems like days is building up again.

I feel the first splash of cum on my face as my pussy explodes.

You continue to cover me in your cum as my juices leak down my legs.

When you have finished coating me in your creamy goodness, you look down to me.

'Well done my slut. Now you are truly mine'

Upon hearing those words, the pain of my arse completely disappears, I want to reach up and throw my arms round you and thank you, but with my hands still tied I can't move.

You walk out of the room, leaving me there.

I don't move, I want to, but know that I shouldn't.

You return shortly after, I bow my head as you walk past me to the other side of the bed.

I feel you behind me undoing your tie, and reaching in and kissing my neck. You stand me up and pull me towards you.

'No more fucking tonight, my slut' the disappointment runs through my body.

You obviously sense this and with one hand you raise my head by lifting my chin

'Emma, I'm going to make love to you for the rest of tonight'

My heart leapt. A broad smile covered my cum soaked face, as we collapsed onto the bed, kissing and caressing.

As our bodies writhed together the caressing and kissing got more passionate......but the rest of the night....that's another story, for another time.



Party Slut Sara



You may recognize Sara from the Father's Day stories I have posted. What those stories don't tell you is about the first time I had unfettered access to Sara's body........ Without her knowledge!

'Honey,' my wife said from across the room, 'it's getting late, can you go get Sara? She was supposed to call, and I can't reach her. She should be home by now.......' Echoing my concerns, after all, this is a school night!

Sara had run out a few hours before to her friend Megan's house for a mid-week study party. I had no delusions that they were doing much studying, more likely getting stoned and drinking crappy booze. Lately my wife had taken to prodding me to walk in on her anytime we suspected she was out of line, Sara needed to know there were limits to the freedom any high schooler could have, even if she was 18!

'Ok Shelley,' I replied. 'Give me a sec and I will run over and see if I can find her.'

Megan lives about 15 minutes away, not in the best part of town, but not bad either. Her street is darker than the others around it, mostly because the streetlights are blocked by several mature trees. This leaves Megan's house shrouded in darkness once the sun goes down, giving the teenagers more freedom to hang out in the yard without fear of being seen.

I can't understand why her parents allow the kids to drink. Allowing underage drinking is pretty scary, could get an adult in a lot of trouble, but I guess that's why all the parties go down there, and not at our house.

As I am about to turn onto her cul-de-sac I can see several people milling around on the front lawn, which gives me a thought. Why announce myself by driving up? Might be more interesting to walk in and see what is happening first hand. So, instead of turning in, I drive by and park half a block up.

I feel odd walking up to a party like this; I don't feel all that old myself. Seems like I should be joining it, not busting it!

The kids out front look dazed; they hardly look at me as I walk by. I guess they think I am just another partier, the dim light hiding my age, the hoodie I am wearing nearly matching those worn by a number of them.

It isn't much lighter inside, and the air is tinged with smoke. 'yup' I said under my breath 'stoned out of their minds.' 

Once inside the scene would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic. The first person I see is a girl, god knows how old lying flat on her back in the entry, clearly passed out. Her tight black jeans are soaked, and her blouse is twisted around like it was put on backwards. Looks like she had a good night, but is in for a rough morning! Not my problem, clearly not Sara.

A couple of other kids are making out on the couch, oblivious to everything around them, the guy has his feet up on another passed out teenager sprawled on the ground in front of him. I can see that the girl has long blond hair, also not Sara. Good.

Since the scene is so weird I figure I might as well blend in a bit, so I pull the hood of my sweatshirt over my head, now I look like one of the other guys I can just barely see holding himself up against the kitchen counter. I can only just see his upper torso, his back is to me with a counter blocking his lower half. Looks like he is moving a bit, maybe to the crappy music blaring out of the iPod dock next to him.

All in all I can see eight or nine teenagers, all in various stages of intoxication, either making out, holding themselves up, or unconscious on the ground. None look like Sara, but I can see Megan's red hair sticking out from under a pile of three bodies I have to step over to get farther in the house. As I do something tells me to look at Megan again. I can see her face, eyes closed, but looking lower I can see that her shirt is in complete disarray, exposing her nearly flat tits, each nipple looking black in the half light. I was never really attracted to Megan, she isn't very pretty, but she does have a slender young body, and I have always admired her ass. Nice seeing more. No one seems to be paying attention, so I just enjoy the view for a moment. 

If I can get her to wake up just a bit, maybe she knows where Sara is, so I reach over and adjust her shirt so she is covered, then shake her. All I accomplish is to make her shirt fall open again, Megan is clearly out! Never one to miss an opportunity my right hand grazes one of her nipples. No reaction. Looking up I can see that no one is watching, so I fondle her a bit more, enjoying her firm small breasts. 

I jump back when she moves a bit, but she doesn't wake so no harm done.

Stepping over the mass of bodies I start down the hall where a line of boys as formed in front of one of the rooms. They all have hoods or hats on, pulled down so I fit right in. 

Not wanting to raise anyone's attention I wait a bit, and turn away as the door opens and a husky kid with short hair comes out, smiling and holding the door for the next in line. I can't see much through the door, but can hear a muffled groan that sounds feminine. The kid in front of me is laughing quietly now, repeating 'I'm gonna get me some of that strange...' over and over.

This routine repeats itself until I am next in line. As the door opens I slip into the room, my eyes adjusting to the slightly brighter light quickly. Looking around I can't see anyone else, at least no one sober. On the beds are a couple of passed out girls, their cloths in various states of disarray.

'take the one on the right, the others a bit .... Used.' Says a voice, coming from a dark corner. 'Have some fun, I have to go get something to eat and hit the head.' With this I see a black kid with a dark jacket on get up from a chair and walk quickly past me, out into the hall. As the door closes I can see that it is solid wood with a deadbolt lock, which I throw to buy some privacy.

Fearing what I might find, I walk over and start looking at the girls on the bed. I start with the girl on the right, the one the black kid described as 'used'. There she is, unconscious and completely naked, my little girl, Sara. She is stoned and clearly part of some gang bang routine. My first reaction is rage. I reach over to pick her up so I can carry her out, but as I press my hand under her thighs my hand slips and slides between her legs and I feel her moist pussy on the side of my hand. Then I freeze as Sara smiles and rolls her head over. Clearly stoned, eyes only half open, she slurs 'just use a rubber dude.... be nice........'

This is too much. I have been her dad since I married her mother when Sara was 3. At 18 she is lovely and my feelings for her range from fatherly to lustful. Her petite frame, perfect ass and perky tits are simply too much to ignore. I have been looking down her top and checking out her ass for the past several years. With her like this I can't help myself, I push my hand firmly against her pussy, feeling her warmth as my fingers gently slide up, then in past the folds of her young flesh.

'hmmmmmm,' she moans 'fuck yeah.......'

Having wanted to see and touch her for so long, I can only thank god for my luck. Here she is, my tender baby naked and too stoned to know who was molesting her, and liking it to boot! Not saying anything lest she figure out that it is me, I gently caress her firmly rounded tits, gently rolling her on her side, her face away from me both to improve my access to her chest, but also to reduce the amount of time she is looking directly at me.

I find it simply delightful to fondle her sweet body while she moans, what a little sex addicted slut! As I run my hands over her tits, then her ass my cock comes to complete attention. God knows how many times she had been fucked so far and she still loved it. I wonder if she likes it this much when she is conscious.

I push her over so she is on her stomach, her legs slightly spread. In the low light I can just barely see her pussy between her legs, enticing! Spreading her legs a bit more brings her sweet cunt lips into full view. Slightly swollen and red from the rough fucking she seems to have received, glistening with moisture. It seems that the boys had been well behaved, nothing to indicate that they hadn't used condoms, no cum leaking out of her slit. The moisture looks to be all hers!

My thumb finds its way inside her, sliding easily thanks to her juice, she wiggles her tiny ass a bit, forcing my thumb deeper. I have to wonder, how many parties like this has she done? Is she always the main attraction, or is this a new endeavor? She sure seems comfortable in this role! 

Musing over my daughter's part as the party fuck slut, I lightly run my index finger over her puckered ass hole, while driving my thumb as deeply into her cunt as I can. She clenches her cheeks and tries to roll over; in a panic I shove her down, straddling her on the bed, my cock separated from her ass by few inches, and the fabric of my jeans. So, anal isn't her thing. I guess she still has some virgin territory left!

Now pushing my index finger into her pussy, she stirs and raises her ass up a bit, pressing down with her chest, her arms out to either side. 'God,' I think. 'My baby wants me to fuck her..... do I dare?'

Of course I do. Who wouldn't? Isn't this what being a good dad is all about? Giving your kids what they want, and need? Clearly she wants it, and I can only assume she needs it!

I love Levi's! The buttons come undone easily, freeing my now throbbing cock, I never wear underwear. Being careful not to hurt her, I press down between her shoulders with my left hand and rub the bare head of my cock against her pussy lips making her squirm even more. Up comes her ass, legs spreading even more. 'Come on dude.' she whimpers, 'I need it bad. Come on..... hurry...'

Never one to let my baby down I gently slide my unprotected cock, into her well used young cunt, violating every rule of fucking etiquette I can think of. First, she is my daughter. Who fucks their daughter without protection? Second, she asked me to use protection. Then of course, who else might have taken this route? Is she safe? Damn.

As I slide inside her, much more easily than I would have expected, she asks again. 'dude, you have a rubber on, right?' her voice slurred and unsteady. Not answering I press deeper and deeper into my baby. She gasps a bit as I press forward, finally going as far in as I can.

Since I have her firmly held down I figure I can take some liberties, maybe broaden her experiences a bit. After all I am her father, what dad wouldn't want to help educate his daughter? Moistening my left middle finger in her pussy, I slowly press it into her anal rosebud as she squirms beneath me, a succession of 'no's' softly coming out of her mouth.

The byproduct of all this is that she clenches her ass and cunt together like a vice, clenching my cock with a strength I would never have expected from such a tiny body. I can feel myself boiling up, nearing climax so I lean in and pump with everything I have.

'oh god, oh god!' she moans. 'Dude, you have to stop, oh... oh.... You're hurting me!' but she can't complain very loudly with her face in the pillow.

I quickly erupt, cumming deep in her horny cunt, savoring every moment, enjoying the waves of pleasure as they pass over me.

'I hope you're on the pill you little slut.' I whisper in her ear, making my voice a bit gruff to disguise it. This causes her to tense up, but the drugs clearly keep her from reacting fully.

Getting off her quickly, I slip out the door past the waiting boys, leaving her there for their enjoyment. As I walk down the hall I look back in time to see two boys enter the room together. I will just tell my wife I couldn't find her. I hope the rest of the boys like her pussy used and abused. Sweet little slut that she is!



Party Slut Sara: Her Perspective



You may recognize little Sara from my other writing. Here is where writers usually say this is fiction; I would never so and so, blah blah blah. The fact is that this IS pure fiction, however I would LOVE to experience this with my step daughter!

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It's dark, and nothing makes sense. My eyes are closed......I think, but nothing changes as I try to open them. Dark everywhere. Rubbing my eyes helps, some light seeps in, everything is so blurry. Oh well, who cares? Sleep.......

"Take the one on the right, the others a bit .... Used." I hear Jimmy say. Where's Megan? My back hurts a bit against the sheet, but I am so relaxed! As I drift off I hear Jimmy say something about sixty bucks and getting some food.

Sleep, feels good.

Then I remember. In my mind's eye I can see the room earlier that night, everything is clear.... My friends are around us, on the couch or floor, smiling at me, appreciating me. I love the attention.... It feels good. They must really like me! "And tonight we have party favors!" I hear. I can only just see Jimmy; he is in the kitchen sitting on the counter. "Tonight's entertainment is complements of Sara and Taylor, take a bow ladies!" he sings out. He means me... what? Then I remember the money. I owe him big time for month of booze and pot, tonight I get an opportunity to pay him back... what does he mean 'party favors?'

"Ok, one at a time. Sara, let's see those little tits of yours. Come on baby girl, show some skin!" I am aroused, not sure why..... Things are less clear, but I love the attention. I feel myself slipping my loose top off one shoulder, then the other. It falls to the floor, only my thin bra covering my tits. Why am I doing this? Why is this so easy for me? I remember the few drinks I was given, everything got easy after that, oh well. They really like me!

Sleep...... darkness returns

Something clicks and wakes me up, I can hear someone moving around the room. Taylor rolls over in the bed beside mine. Suddenly there are hands under my shoulders, then under my ass. A hand slips between my legs.... feels rough against my pussy. My lips are a bit raw.

The fog lifts a bit and I remember where I am, party at Megan's. Making money fucking boys.... Need the money, like to fuck. Why is my head spinning?

Whoever it is with his arms around me (I am sure it's a guy, I can smell a familiar cologne) hasn't moved his hand away from between my legs, I guess he is next in line. Odd dude, picking me up when I am all ready to go.......

I still can't see him in the dim light, everything I try to focus on keeps moving up and down, "just use a rubber dude...." I say. "Be nice........" I hate this part, I feel like such a whore. I can feel tears welling in my eyes, what would my parents think of me right now? Would they still love me? I doubt it, for at least the 20th time tonight. At least I will get some scratch so I can pay that fucker Jimmy back. That good shit's expensive.

As the tears roll down my cheeks I stifle a sob. His finger wiggles up inside me, giving me a quick burning sensation. God my pussy hurts! I have had too much of this, but the finger feels good inside me. "Fuck yeah......." I breathe. Relaxing even more, knowing that it helps to be relaxed, especially after a few fucks. Been busy tonight, pussy HURTS!

I feel hands on my tits. Typical boy! What's the big deal about tits? Oh well, let him have his fun. But why roll me over on my side. Have to stop this.... Can't. Too tired.

Sleep. Feels good.

"hmmmm...." I feel myself murmur. What? Oh, that must be his thumb up my cunt. Harder to breathe with my face in the pillow, how did that happen? Wasn't I on my side? Wish I could see something... anything. Everything is so blurry. His thumb feels ok in my pussy, he is gentle at least. Feels better now, moving my ass around a bit so his nail isn't pressing quite so hard into me.

STOP, no!!! I feel the alarm go off in my head. Something is pressing lightly on my asshole. NO FUCKING WAY, but still so sleepy. I feel the finger leave my asshole. GOOD.

Maybe if I push up against his thumb he will get the idea. Doesn't this jerk know I am just here for the money? But it does feel good.... I push my ass up a little farther.

He is stirring around, hope this doesn't go on much longer. Then I feel what has to be his cock on my pussy lips. Finally.... 'Come on dude.' I encourage him, "I need it bad. Come on..... hurry..." I hope he gets the hint!

Why is he so gentle? He keeps sliding the head of his cock up and down my burning cunt lips over and over again. Damn, I can feel myself getting wet, but not from the condom, I hear him spit on his hand. His cock isn't sliding in as smoothly as it should, not enough lubrication; I can feel the slight resistance has he slides between my lips, one side dragging up and down every third or fourth stroke. "Dude, you have a rubber on, right?" I ask. No response, he just shoves me down slowly forces his cock deep into my burning cunt. I feel a warmth as he presses forward, then pressure on my bladder as he bottoms out. "ouch", I feel like I have to pee. Then he starts pumping my cunt harder and faster. Damn it feels better. With a cock in me I feel so full, like my pussy is no longer an empty canal. I love the pressure against my hip bones, feels like just a bit more and I'll break. That's more like it; fucker is pretty big. Thicker than most and diving a fucking long way in! Not sure how much more of this I want......

Damn, he is pushing me so hard I really can't move, hard to breath. Wish I had laid off the booze sooner, so damn blurry in here, damn...........

Fuck, I can feel his finger pushing into my ass again. The violation is disgusting! I can feel my stomach tighten, it feels like I have to shit. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I can't move. About all I can get out of my mouth against the pillow is "no... no.. no".

Horney fucker seems to like this. BASTARD. Fuck I want his finger out of my ass, but I can shake it, no matter how hard I try and twist around. 

Ouch.... He has picked up the pace, the son of a bitch is going to tear me open.... "oh god, oh god!" I moan to no avail, "Dude, you have to stop, oh... oh.... You're hurting me!".

The pounding goes on and on. My pussy is burning from the day's abuse. First a bunch of quick cumming punks, now this pervert... FUCK! Now my back hurts, his nails digging into the skin between my shoulders.

When he cums it feels different.... I can feel his spunk washing around inside me, oh god. No!

'I hope you're on the pill you little slut.' I hear a gruff voice whisper. Oh god........... No! But I still can't move, that bastard. His cock stirs, but I can feel it getting softer. Fucker! 

As he lifts off me all I can see are dark jeans and a shadow above, the light in here sucks. Everything is still swimming and blurry. Why did I drink so much? Why? GOD I hurt. Sleep.... Please? "Ahhh......"

The last thing I hear is the door opening and footsteps headed my way. Will this ever end?



Party Stand



**It should be noted that all characters are above 21 years of age.**

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The night life was what Noemi Rogers and her cousins were all about. Raised by her Aunt Helena and Uncle James after her own mother was killed in a freak car accident, her cousins Taron and Serene had eventually taken her under their wing and inducted her into their world of music, parties, drinking, and dancing.

'No drugs,' they'd warned her. 'That shit'll mess you up. No drugs or we'll beat you.'

She had a sneaking feeling they'd meant it.

Three and five years older than her, respectively, they'd kept an eye on her when she started hanging with them around sixteen years, and ever since then she'd helped host their parties. Her duties were pretty much the same as waitressing at a restaurant; keep the place relatively clean, make sure everyone had food nearby, and charge five dollars a cup whenever anyone asked for a new one.

Despite the fee, everyone always came to her cousins' parties. They had good music, refused to buy cheap food, and kicked the assholes and drunken drama bitches straight to the curb. No one liked a fucked up party.

As for the attire, well, no one cared what you looked like as long as liquor was on the table, but the parties were the only time Noemi really felt like dressing up. She had the good clothes she wore to her classes, and then she had her party clothes. They gave her beauty, attitude, and a snap in her hips that was absent during the regular hours of philosophy and finance. She'd been doing this since she was sixteen, and after five years, she pretty much had her party routine down pat.

Pulling a dark violet sun dress over her head, Noemi smoothed the fabric against her skin, enjoying how the dress stopped just above the knee. She twisted her figure in the mirror and sighed. Her big hips and plush breasts sometimes drew unwanted attention, but tonight, she was going to wrap it around her smooth, coffee skin and wear it like a crown.

Tonight, she was going to get fucked. And she knew exactly who would fuck her.

Noemi didn't normally do one night stands, but technically this wasn't one. She wanted it to be quick, rough, satisfying, and then done. She didn't want a man, she wanted sex, and even fuck buddies tended to fuck things up after awhile. Thus the name.

She ran her fingers through her straight mane, cut right at the top of her shoulder, and brushed on a bit of eyeshadow that made her doe browns as sweet as chocolate. Grabbing a pair of black, knee-high, stiletto boots—a gift from Serene and Taron on her seventeenth birthday—she headed downstairs to the kitchen. Her aunt and uncle always took a personal weekend once a month, and those were when the parties were typically held. Since Serene was out shopping, the only beings in the house were her, Taron, and a crabby cat who liked to hide under her bed, called Tabby.

Noemi heated up some rice and chicken from dinner the night before—neither her nor her cousins ate much during the party hours—and made a plate for Taron, who came in shortly after her.

Taron let out a low whistle, checking her out. "You did the do today, baby cousin," he said, giving her a once over. "You trying to get a man tonight?"

"And for tonight only," Noemi said, handing him his plate of food.

"Who you going after?"

She shook her head and lowered her eyes, taking a bite of food. Serene had better hurry up; it was almost eight, and people started arriving around nine, expecting food, booze, and loud music.

"Uh-huh," Taron said around a mouthful of food. "Renee said she saw you checking out Kenny and Tony. Which one is it?" Renee was his girlfriend of the fortnight. Despite her light-skin, curly-hair, and beautiful lips, Taron would probably have a new one by tomorrow; he tended to go through girls like rock stars went through eyeliner.

"None of your fucking business!" Noemi snapped at him. "She only thinks it was Kenny because he decided to feel up on me. I told him if he tried it again, I'd make him chew his own balls."

Taron out his hands in surrender. "My bad, girl. You do look good, though."

Noemi gave him half a smile. "And what about you? It's been what...two weeks with Renee? You switching over?"

He sat back in his seat and rubbed his head. "Nah. I'm thinking I might hang with her a little longer. She got a nice booty."

Noemi smirked. "You actually like her."

"So?"

"Never figured Taron Rogers to be a one-woman man."

"When I'm looking for that one woman, I'm not."

Serene walked in before Noemi could respond, lugging three bags of groceries in each hand. "Taron, there's a few more bags in the car, and cat food in the front seat. Noemi, come and help me unpack these. I saw Jacob and Marcus picking up some beer at the store, and they'll be here in a few minutes, no doubt."

She turned to the fridge, spotting Noemi's outfit. Raising an eyebrow, she put her hands on her hips and said, "You trying to get you some, aren't you?"

"I told you, Noemi," Taron said, putting his groceries on the table. "Everybody tonight's gonna know what your after, and the boys ain't gonna leave you alone."

Putting a case of hotwings on the counter with a little more force than necessary, she said, "What's the difference between how I'm dressed tonight and how I dress for the other parties?"

"It's all in the way you carry yourself," Serene replied, opening the fridge. "You're walking tall and thick, and your carrying yourself like a real woman. You got what a lot of bitches don't, and that's knowledge of what you want."

"It's what a man likes," Taron added. "It's what Renee got."

Serene snorted. "Renee has some big titties, that's what she has."

"Excuse me?" someone said. Noemi looked towards the back door as Renee herself walked in, carrying more groceries.

"I hope some of this is for us and not just the party," Noemi muttered.

"Hey, baby," Taron said, kissing her lips.

"What's this about my titties?" Renee wanted to know.

"They're beautiful," he answered with a sheepish grin.

"And they better be the only beautiful titties you know of, too," she said, pursing her lips.

"Ya'll done got me in trouble with my woman," Taron muttered, carrying the cat food out of the kitchen.

Renee and Serene laughed while Noemi grinned. They could be pain in the asses sometimes, but she couldn't doubt that her family loved each other.

Fifteen minutes later people started arriving for the party, and Noemi spent the majority of the time between the kitchen, the livingroom, and the backyard. She loved doing this, being part of the night scene, seeing the laughter, the intimate dancing, the people throwing back beers and hotwings...She could, however, deal without Jones Baker, a narcissistic womanizer who liked to tease Noemi.

She held her hand out for his cup, but he played with her, holding it just out of reach.

"How you doing, baby girl?" he asked, eyeing her up and down.

"I'm not your mutherfucking baby girl, that's for damn sure. You want some liquor or not?"

"I want something, but it ain't the damn liquor." He grinned at her.

Noemi turned and started to walk away.

"Wait, where you going?" he asked, lunging and grabbing her arm. "You gonna pour my drink or what?"

"Get the fuck off of me," she said through gritted teeth.

He hesitated, his grip tightening for a second. And then his eyes flicked to something behind her, and he let her go. "I just wanted some fucking beer," he muttered, backing away. Noemi turned to see who her knight in shining armor was, her mind set on thanking him and walking away. If only it had been that easy.

Antony Miles, called Tony, smiled down at her, his teeth white against his dark skin. He was the finest brother Noemi had ever laid eyes on, dressing well, going after a college degree, and pretty much the black woman's IBM: Ideal Black Man.

Unfortunately for the women—and fortunately for Noemi—he went through girls faster than Taron did. It was a 'come, fuck, go' lifestyle for him, and one that suited him. No one could remember the last time Tony had had a woman over to his house besides his mother and sister, because as a rule he usually didn't allow them over. But despite his sexual history, every girl was hoping to be the one that changed him, the one that he kept.

Noemi didn't want to be kept. She wanted to be fucked.

"Thanks, Tony," she said, walking with her empty beer pitcher back to the kitchen. He followed her, holding the door open.

"How've you been, Ms. Noemi?" he asked, helping her fill more pitchers and putting them in the fridge.

"Everything's everything my way," she answered. She poured some ranch into the middle of a hotwing tray and placed it on the table. Facing him, she asked, "What about you?"

His gaze dropped down to her lips, and then he met her eyes. "I could be better," he said with a shrug.

Feeling her body grow warm, Noemi gave him a small smile and picked up two pitchers. "Well, I hope everything works out for you," she said, her boots clicking as she walked towards the livingroom.

Tony's eyes followed her. "Me, too."

Opening the door, Noemi barely had time to raise the pitchers up and out of the way before she was bombarded by someone's big, burly body. She laughed, looking up into the dark eyes of her best friend, Michael "Big Mike" Bridges.

She'd known him ever since the day she'd moved in with her cousins. Despite Mike being a little bit on the heavy side, he too had women flocking to be with him. A charming personality, coupled with old-fashioned romantic notions made him much loved in the female community. It also had its downside, though; Mike was only twenty-one, and he already had two daughters.

"What it is, baby girl?" Mike greeted, kissing her on the cheek. "You look good." He took both pitchers from her hands, and in less than five minutes there was not one unhappy boozer in the room. "How's college treating you?" he asked her back in the kitchen.

"I'm pretty sure I'm flunking philosophy, but other than that it's good."

"You know, I always figured deep thinking wasn't your style," he said with straight face. "You should've taken those polka lessons they were trying to get you into."

Noemi shoved him and laughed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mike. I'll let you know when my first polka recital is."

"Deal," he said. "Now, I gotta go find Shawnee. She got my baby girl somewhere 'round here, listening to all this bad-mouthed rap music." Shawnee was the mother of Mike's second child, Keisha, who was almost two. His first baby's mama had decided to share custody since Mike was a good father, but other than that she rarely dealt with him or his usual crowd of friends.

Shaking her head at her friend's antics, Noemi went upstairs to use the bathroom. There was one downstairs that she could've used, but normally she didn't. Besides the fact that it was always occupied, it tended to smell after dozens of people had used it. Even with matches, two cans of air spray, and the ventilation fan going all night, Taron, who was the only one brave enough to clean it, would still come out gagging.

After using the toilet, Noemi stood in the mirror, fixing her dress, wiping scuffs off her boots, and applying a dab of lotion to her elbows and knees. Tonight had been partially successful. She'd felt eyes following her around all night, and twice she'd had to crack someone in the head with an empty beer bottle for grabbing her ass.

Well, she couldn't say she hadn't been expecting the attention. Every woman with a big ass received it, and it wouldn't be the last time she'd had to get in someone's face. Sighing and wondering about the sense of men—if there was such a thing—she pulled her hair up into a messy bun.

Someone knocked on the door. She waited and kept quiet, hoping they'd go away, but they knocked a second time. "Someone's in here!" she called. "Go use the bathroom downstairs!"

"Noemi," a low voice said.

She knew that voice, and as she thought about it, now was as perfect a time as any. Opening the door, she looked into the sweet, dark eyes of Tony Miles, a small smile on his face. "I hope I'm not bothering you," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Noemi raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, no, not all. I was only in the bathroom with the door shut, trying to piss in peace."

Tony snorted softly. "Would you like some company?"

"I'm guessing you missed the 'in peace' part," she responded, crossing her arms. "And just to remind you, it's a bathroom. One person at a time is all that's needed."

"You obviously haven't had any good shower sex, then," Tony murmured.

Noemi swallowed, feeling an ache blooming in her lower belly. "Maybe so," she said just as quietly. "And I'm not about to start now."

Tony smiled again and moved closer, his eyes following the contours of her face. All he had to do was lean down, and he could kiss her with ease. All he had to do was kiss her, and Noemi was pulling his ass into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

"What can I do to change your mind?" he asked.

Noemi pretended to think for a bit. "A date."

He frowned. "I don't date."

"I know. Neither do I."

"But you just said—" He paused. "A way to get rid of me?"

"I knew you were a smart one."

"I'd be smarter if I knew how to get you to fuck me."

Noemi couldn't help it; she felt a slow smile spread across her face, and watched as Tony's eyes narrowed in desire. "What makes you think I even want to fuck you?"

"Easy. You want what I want."

"And what's that?"

"A good, hard fuck. Nothing more, nothing less."

That's exactly what Noemi wanted. She looked up at him, her eyes drifting to his lips as she bit her own. Gently, she touched his chest with her hand, caressing the strong pectoral muscle, wishing it was already pressed against her own. She allowed Tony to grab her hand and kiss her palm, his warm fingers moving gently up her arm until they reached her elbow. He pulled her towards him, closing the last few inches between their bodies, claiming her lips with his.

Noemi pulled him into the bathroom and then kissed him again, hungrily, barely hearing him shut and lock the door behind them. With his lips still on hers, she felt him lift her up onto the sink, his hands caressing up her thighs beneath her violet dress. He pulled her to the very edge of the counter and groaned, pressing his cock into the warm junction of her pussy, grinding subtly in a fucking motion.

She could feel the strength of his hard tool beneath his jeans, and thrilled at what it would feel like stroking inside of her. Undoing them, she reached into his pants and boxers and pulled his cock out, her mouth watering at his size.

She licked her palm, dragging her tongue from her wrist to the tips of her fingers, and clasped him in her right hand. Tugging his thick shaft in short, tight strokes, she reached with her left to massage his balls, fingers crinkling in the soft, dark curls of his pubic hair. He began to pump his hips, groaning against her mouth as she sucked his lips.

Giving a deep sigh, Tony reached for her panties, and in one swift move, tore them apart.

"What the fuck?" Noemi snapped, pushing him away. She slid off the counter and reached down to pick up her torn underwear. "Did you really have to go all caveman and rip my drawers?"

Tony's eyes darkened. He took the panties from her and pocketed them. "I'll buy you new ones."

"And what are you gonna do with those?"

He shrugged. "Keepsake."

"I don't think so."

He smiled, a characteristic dimple appearing on his right cheek. "Tell you what," he said, coming towards her. "How about a compromise? You let me fuck you, you can have these panties."

When he was close enough, Noemi grabbed his half-mast cock, giving it a sharp, warning jerk. "Don't fuck with me," she hissed, ignoring his wince of pain.

"But I so want to," he answered, still coming towards her.

Despite her anger, Noemi laughed. "Clever," she said, squeezing the base of his cock gently.

He nodded, his eyes on her lips again. Pushing her against the wall, he lifted up the hem of her dress, gazing down at her pretty, moist cunt, bare but for a thin strip of hair right above her swelling clit. His hands slid up further beneath the fabric, caressing her breasts, flexing his fingers to grip them when Noemi pushed them further into his palms. He let go only to allow her to remove his shirt, and then he was touching her again, pushing his hands into her straight, luscious hair, tilting her head up to press his lips against hers.

Noemi felt as Tony grabbed one of her legs and lifted it wrapping it around his waist and leaving her to balance on her right heel. She arched her back as he slid his dick across her pulsing clit, and then, slowly, into her hot folds. His lips parted in a mascuine groan as her pussy immediately clenched down on him, fighting the intrusion. His thickness urged her to move her hips, and in no time he was pounding into her, sending her ass thumping against the wall.

"Ah, fuck," Noemi whimpered. She felt her cunt walls ripple, grabbing Tony's dick as she came, and holding him in place for several seconds. The strength of her orgasm spread through her, tightening her muscles as she gasped, her leg jerking as she shoved Tony further into her depths.

"Woman, you feel good," he whispered into her ear. His lips moved to her neck, sucking heat to the surface above her pulse as he continued to fuck her.

Noemi's eyes rolled shut as his thrusts became harder, more needy. She began to whimper again, the friction in her pussy building unbearably slowly, the tiny bullet nestled in her glistening folds throbbing furiously. Her eyes met those of her reflection's in the mirror, and the sight of Tony's broad back, and his tight ass clenching as he shoved into her, sent her over the edge again as her body shuddered beneath his erotic assault. She ground her hips against his dick, his low moan only adding to the fuel.

"Shit," he breathed, slowing his pace to prolong the torture. "Look, Noemi."

They both looked down, watching his dark cock slide into her coffee-colored pussy, and then slide out again covered with her nectar. It was a view that made Noemi's throat close, digging her nails into his the corded muscles of his back. "Harder," she said in a gravelly voice.

Tony didn't respond, only granted her wish, concentrating on the feel of the tight molten wetness surrounding his shaft. He felt his balls began to tighten and he thrust harder, going as deep as her sweet cunt would allow.

"Oh, fuck...Tony," Noemi whispered, her eyes shut.

As if his name on her lips was the only thing holding him back, Tony gave a final groan, silencing the sound as he bit firmly onto Noemi's nekc, and broke, his ribbons of his release jetting out with abandon.

Noemi felt it when he came, and she went with him, her pussy convulsing around his solid muscle. Her hips jerked into his last thrusts, and she grunted with pleasure, moving to feel every bit of him.

Tony pulled out slowly, his right hand sweeping a strand of moist hair from her cheek. They cleaned up in silence, their harsh breathing returning to normal after a few minutes. Noemi had her back to him, untwisting her dress straps and readjusting their lengths. When she was finished, she turned around, finger-combing her hair, only to find Tony staring at her.

"What?" she asked, moving in front of him to look in the mirror. She could feel the heat of his body right behind her, and she shivered as it cloaked her, her arms moving to tie her hair into a messy bun.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her face.

Noemi met his stoic gaze through the mirror, hands on the sink. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, it's a one time question."




Party Stand



"Tony, you don't date."

"Noemi, neither do you."

She turned to face him. "Then there's no point in asking, is there?"

He sighed. "You're too good of a fuck for me to just let you walk away."

"I think that's a compliment, so I'll say thank you instead of telling you to go screw yourself," Noemi said in an icy, polite tone. "I'm like you, a 'come, fuck, go' sort of person. You came, we fucked, and now I'm going." She opened the door to the bathroom.

Tony's broad body leaned on it, closing it again with a sharp thud. "That's it?" he asked, crossing his arms across the defined planes of his chest. "You're gonna walk away and leave it empty like this?"

Noemi blew out a frustrated breath of air. "Maybe I made a mistake. I agreed to fuck you because we wanted the same thing, and I knew you wouldn't bother with me afterwards. Apparently I was wrong."

Tony said nothing.

"That's how you usually are, right Mr. Miles?" She took a step towards him. "You fucked me, so why can't—"

She didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. Tony's mouth was suddenly on hers, his body forcing her up against the door. She fumbled with his jeans and boxers, pulling him out for the second time, and then hissed with pleasure as he slid into her.

"I love this," Tony whispered fiercely, pounding into her cunt. "I love this."

Noemi devoured his mouth with her own, moaning against her lips as she came quickly, her cunt spasming angrily around his tool. He came a second later, his release much smaller but no less satisfying than the first.

"Go on a date with me," he said again, sliding his softening cock along her weakly pulsing canal. "One date, wherever you want to go. Just don't say no."

She remained silent, staring at her fists clenched into his shirt. All she wanted was to have sex, and she ended up with the most sought after guy begging her to give him a chance. How ironic. 

"Only if I can fuck you after," she finally said, looking up into his eyes.

Tony kissed her, his lips moving leisurely along the softness of her own. It was several minutes before he pulled away, grinning as she panted, her swollen lips parted with new desire. "I don't mind a woman on top."

They cleaned up for the second time and left the bathroom, Noemi retreating to her room to search for a new pair of panties while Tony went back downstairs. Half an hour after she left the party, she was back in it, heading for the kitchen.

Serene was in there, about to go out the back door with two big platters of fruits and veggies. She stopped when she saw Noemi, a slight grin on her face. "So?" she asked.

"So, what?" Noemi replied, grabbing two pitchers of beer.

"Big Mike said he saw Tony follow you up the stairs," Serene answered.

"He was looking for the bathroom."

"He could've used the bathroom down here just like everybody else."

Noemi snorted derisively. "Can't nobody use the bathroom down here, Serene. It smells like a fuck-ton of shark shit in there."

Serene nodded, her smile growing wider little by little. "He had those panties we went shopping for on your birthday last year in his pocket."

She opened her mouth to retort something back, then sighed. "Asshole," she muttered, filling up another pitcher. "Said he'd give those back."

Serene burst out laughing. "Was it good?"

Noemi couldn't help but grin. "It was real good."

Serene didn't move. "And?"

"And what? Nothing else happened. "

Serene just stared at her.

Keeping her gaze at the swirling amber liquid in the pitcher before her, she said in a quiet voice, "He asked me on a date."

Her cousin would've jumped if her hands hadn't been laden with food. "I knew it!" she whooped.

"Shhh!" Noemi hissed. "Shut the fuck up! What are you doing?"

"That man had his eyes on you ever since your birthday last year," Serene said, ignoring her. "That black dress you wore had him sporting a tent the whole night."

At that moment, Taron walked in carrying an empty chip bowl. "I might have to make a beer run, Serene. These fools are drinking like fucking camels—" He stopped, his eyes on the two of them.

Noemi saw Serene give him a slight nod.

"So," he said, opening a fresh bag of chips. "You caught him."

"I didn't catch anybody!" Noemi snapped.

"That man's in love with you, Noemi," Serene said, but quieted when the door opened.

Noemi gave her cousins a quick sneer and then turned with her pitchers of beer, only to find Tony blocking her way.

"Noemi," he greeted, stepping aside and opening the door for her.

"Hi, Tony," she said stiffly, then walked out.

Both Taron and Serene stood staring at him as his eyes followed Noemi's figure out the kitchen. When he finally turned hes gaze to them, Taron gave him a stiff nod.

"You watch yourself, Miles," was all he said, and he returned to the living-room with a fresh bowl of chips.

Serene chuckled, meeting Tony's gaze. "I ain't worried about you, Tony," she said, as he opened the back door for her. "I have a feeling she'll break your heart way before you manage to break hers."



Party Store



This is another quick story I wanted to post. I am still working on Quinn's next chapter and I hope to add that and two others very soon. Please forgive my errors, I do proofread but I am bound to miss a few things when correcting my own work. I hope you can still enjoy the story and I hope you will leave a nice comment too.

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My parent's own the Party Store on Blanchard Heights/Emmet Township Rd. A party store is what you might call a convenience store or a 7-11 or something like that. We sell a lot of stuff, from alcohol to basic groceries. When I turned 21, I began formally working there. There are only eight of us that work there. One of the morning shifts is Mom, Carol, and me usually. Dad, Paul Sr, works the overnights on our days. This way, we have same days off from work, and can do stuff as a family if we want. 

Mom and I got really close working together, and we talked on our drive to and from work. We talked about everything from weather and current affairs to more personal matters. She felt more like a best friend than a Mom and the intimacy allowed me to see her in a less than motherly light. She really was an attractive older lady.

Mom is 46 and a rare natural beauty. Light brown hair to her shoulders, sky blue eyes and a perpetual smile with those beautiful white teeth gives her a cute youthful look. She is 5'7 and weighs 150 pounds or so. She is not heavy but thick, solid, and stacked. She has a wider Mom booty but its suits her and she always gives it an extra bit of wiggle in her walk. She works in the garden on her days off or is usually outside in some form and her skin is a delicious golden brown. She wears a lot of sun dresses or shorts. You would know she is a Mom though, there is no mistaking it, but I would think many would consider her a MILF.

Sometimes in the garden she will wear this pair of cut-offs that are practically daisy dukes on her round sexy bottom. I have watched her, from my window, on her knees pulling weeds in one of the flower beds around the house and jerked off many times. I've even heard her vibrator a few times when we were home alone and Dad was working. I would lie in bed and stroke my rock hard cock imagining it was me in there thrusting deep inside her and causing those low moans.

I'm Paul Jr. I look like a mix of my parents. I have Dad's 6'2 height and slender build, but Mom's blue eyes and light brown hair instead of Dad's red locks. My skin has Mom's tone and I tan very quickly. I usually am more golden than most of my buddies. I'm fairly athletic and I enjoy golfing and photography so I get outdoors a lot too. I'm hovering right around 190 pounds. The problem is with working so much, and so early, I don't go out enough at night to meet too many ladies. 

One evening, Mom and I were just finishing up when Dad came in. It was Mid-July, and the blast of hot air whooshed in the door as he entered. It was another scorcher. It was good for business. People were coming in to enjoy the air conditioning and to grab a cold pop to combat the heat.

"Hey, you two," Dad called, "How is it going?"

He walked in and gave Mom and quick peck on the cheek.

"Not bad, dear," Mom told him, "We hit a lull about 3pm, so Paul took care of the ordering off the list for you. I also ran to the bank already for you, so you should be all set. You can sit back and take it easy tonight."

Dad responded, "Great! Wow, Carol, you two are going to spoil me. I got Ron coming in tonight at midnight to help with the bar crowd. He wanted to pick up a few hours. Since I have nothing extra, I'll let him take off right after our rush and stock the cooler myself."

"Hey, Dad," I said coming out of the back, "I got the ordering done for you."

"Yea Paul, your Mom just said. Thanks," Dad answered me, "So, what do you two have planned tonight?"

"Paul and I were thinking of getting a movie from the RedBox," Mom told him, "Plus, we haven't ordered a pizza from Spicy Lou's in awhile. We were going to pick one up on the way home."

"That does sound good. I haven't had one of their pizzas in awhile either. Maybe I'll order one for me and Ron. He can pick it up on the way here," Dad mused.

Mom and Dad hung out for a bit while I gathered up what Mom and I would need for the night: the movie from the RedBox outside and a couple 2 liters of pop. I ordered the pizza and a full order of Spicy bread which Mom and I picked up on the way home. 

I went up to my room and changed into a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top. Mom changed into a large oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts too. I could tell she had taken her bra off, since we were alone and in for the night now. Her long legs looked so smooth in the denim shorts. They weren't her daisy dukes, but they still showcased her legs very nicely.

We stood in the kitchen and loaded our plates with pizza and Spicy bread and filled our glasses with pop. I was getting my pop poured when Mom went into the living room and turned on the television. 

"Paul, come in here," she shouted. It sounded demanding.

Was she hurt? I rushed into the living room.

I looked at her; she seemed fine, "What's wrong?"

Mom asked, "When did you watch TV in here last?"

I thought about it, it was a couple days at least.

"I'm not sure. Last Tuesday maybe. Unless I'm with you guys, I usually just watch TV in my room," I told her.

She appeared to be thinking. Then, she started laughing. She waved me over to her. What the hell was going on? Mom pointed into the DVD tray. A porn was in it. "Pirates" was the name of the DVD. I had heard of it, but never watched myself.

"Your Dad must have been watching this before work," she said giggling. "I'll bet he totally forgot he left in there, after...ya know," she made a jerking off motion.

"I've never watched it but I hear it's supposed to be a really good one," I said, not knowing why I said it.

I took it out and put it on top of the entertainment center. I put in our movie and we settled in to watch it. It was decent and we filled up on our delicious pizza while we watched. It was getting dark outside, so I closed the blinds when I got up to refill my pop. When the movie was over, Mom got up to take the movie out. She stood there a second looking at the other disc.

"Should we put it back in," she asked.

"It doesn't make a difference. He knows we were going to watch a movie so he'll either figured we found it or will eventually remember where it is and wonder why we didn't say something," I pointed out.

Mom looked at me, "I meant, do you want to watch it? You said you never watched it."

"Um, I don't know," I answered. Was that trick question? Of course I wanted to watch it. I was planning on coming back down and watching it once she was in bed. "That would be weird, sitting and watching porn with your Mom."

Mom shushed me," C'mon. We talk about all kinds of stuff moms and sons probably shouldn't talk about. Don't think of me as your Mom, think of me as just a friend. We are so close; I don't think it would hurt to watch it together."

"Okay," I finally said. 

Mom put the movie back in and we watched our first porn together. My skin was flushed and I tried to keep my erection in check. It wasn't easy. Mom's nipples were rock hard and poking against her shirt. I could see her scissoring her legs on the love seat. She was definitely getting as aroused as I was. I could see color on her cheeks too. Her eyes had that lusty far away look that girls get. 

I noticed Mom sneaking peeks at me too. I sat back proudly letting my erection show, subtly. I didn't want to show off obviously, but I wanted her to know I was aroused. Her fidgeting and flushed appearance increased as she watched me. Unconsciously she had brought a hand up to squeeze and to thumb one of her nipples. Our discreet masturbatory acts were taking their toll on each of us. Small moans escaped Mom's lips and small murmurs of arousal were in my throat as well.

When the movie finally ended, I was hesitant to stand, revealing just how hard I was. Mom looked slow to get up too. When we realized someone needed to make the move, Mom stood.

"Wow, um..that was hot," Mom finally admitted. 

She took the disc out and looked in the cabinet for the case. Not finding one, she put the disc back in the player and closed the tray. While she was occupied, I grabbed the plates and glasses and took everything into the kitchen.

Mom came into the kitchen behind me and I turned as she approached. Her eyes widened, and I noticed Mom's eyes were glued to my crotch. My turn had put my erection on perfect display in the shorts.

"I see it got to you too, huh," Mom stated.

I answered, "Yea. It was a hot movie. Felt weird to watch it with you. I usually watch porn alone. Know what I mean?" I made the jerk off motion now.

"Oh," Mom mused, "if I hadn't been there, you think you would have..."

"Probably, it was a very sexy porn. Would you? Do you do that to movies and stuff," I asked her.

"Well sure, now and then. I actually prefer books though...why am I telling you this," she giggled.

Standing next to me as I put the pizza box in the fridge, I could see her nipples were still puckered tight and I thought I could faintly smell her arousal. Her panties must be soaked I thought. My cock twitched at the vision of Mom's wet snatch. We stood there looking at each other in the eyes, the sexual tension was immense. I think we were both too afraid to say anything and break this spell. We both wanted it, but couldn't force ourselves to take the next step. Finally, Mom broke away.

"I..uh I sh-should go to bed I guess," she said hurriedly, moving away from me and to the kitchen door.

I followed her up the stairs. Ahead of me, I was looking at that gorgeous round butt. Her legs muscles were flexing as she went up the stairs. Mom stopped at the door to her room. I felt like I was dropping a date off at her door. Without thinking, I leaned in and Mom accepted my lips.

Mom did not stop me when my tongue entered her mouth. She allowed it all the way in and slithered her tongue into my mouth too. Her tongue was probing my mouth gently. I was trembling with desire. 

Mom pushed herself away, 

"Whew. When did you learn to kiss like that," she asked with tremble in her voice and her eyes wide, "We better go to bed now. Good night."

She slipped into her room without another word and shut the door. I stood there a moment. I noticed she didn't move away from the door right away either. I could see her shadow under the door as she stood on the other side leaning against the door. I heard her let on a long sigh. I tried to think of something to say but words escaped me. I was stunned and aroused. I couldn't think clearly.

Finally, I went down the hall to my room. I stripped of my shorts. I knew tonight needed to end with me cumming. The painful erection was throbbing and I needed to release the pressure. I stroked it gently and scraped my balls lightly, tickling the sensitive sac.

I could envision my mom in her room, probably naked by now. She would most likely take out one of her toys. She had to be as fucking hot as I was. No doubt she needed it tonight too. I paused and listened, waiting to her the buzz of her vibrator. I barely heard Mom moan, but no sound of a toy. I groaned and pictured Mom rubbing her cunt feverishly. Was she shaved, or trimmed at all? What color were her nipples. My mind filled in the blanks, creating Mom's nude form for me. 

I couldn't take it. Naked, I stood up and headed for the door. I had no idea what I planned. Would I chicken out and slink back to my room? Would I try to peek in without getting caught? What if I did get caught? What if she opened the door, what would I say? I pushed these thoughts aside in the scant seconds it took to cross my room. I opened the door and stood there, struck dumb. 

Mom was standing there about to reach for the doorknob. Her eyes shot up to mine. I was naked before her with a ferocious rock hard cock bobbing at her. She was wearing a short blue silk robe that was completely open in the front. Mom was nude beneath it. This was more of her luscious figure than I had ever had the privilege to view before. The answers to my earlier questions were shaved bare and sexy brown areolas with diamond hard nipples. I was taking in this lovely vision. Her breathing was as heavy and ragged as my own. 

Mom said nothing as she pushed me back into my room. My legs hit the bed and I fell back pulling Mom right over on top of me. Her smile and laugh as we toppled was comforting. She was not nervous and she was looking forward to some fun incestuous action.

Mom's hand drifted down to my cock and stroked it gently, feeling it pulse between her fingers. Mom ran her tongue along my neck and down into my course chest hairs. She kept moving down to my belly. My penis bobbed against her cheek. My hot mother looked up at me. She used her tongue to tickle the tip of my rod and watched as I closed my eyes and moaned in ecstasy.

Mom was already ignited with a fiery desire. She seemed to enjoy the effect she had stirred and set ablaze within me. She was whipping her tongue delicately along my turgid prick. Mom pulled off her robe, exposing her delectable nude form to my admiring eyes. She was magnificent. Mom dipped her head swooping down to lick my manhood vigorously, massaging my balls with the slender fingers on her hand. 

She kept sucking my cock furiously. Her hot lips caressed me. Her soft fingers had my pleasure spiking, causing the liquid heat to burn intensely in my young loins. I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Oh, Paul, give it to me!" Mom cried out to me.

Mom wanted it, but I pulled back before the final throb caused my release. I rolled over, putting my sexy mother beneath me. I parted Mom's gorgeously smooth stalks and moved my body down along her golden brown torso. I pushed my tongue so it slid along her thick thigh. My head moved to allow my velvety tongue to flutter across her erect little button.

I moaned in appreciation into Mom's dripping slit. I looked up along Mom's quivering form and enjoyed the full plumps globes, bouncing in tempo to my lashing tongue on her clit. Mom moaned out gloriously as my pumping tongue drove her to release. She grabbed her legs, pulling them wide apart as she screamed in orgasm. I kept fucking my tongue into her until she began to come down from her orgasmic crest.

Mom cooed lasciviously, "Oh, Paul! "That was amazing!"

Grinning wickedly, I moved up Mom's body.

"I'm not done with you yet, beautiful," I promised.

Mom giggled when I mounted her body, holding her as I lined my cock up at the entrance of her sopping quim. Mom arched her back, pushing her fleshy lips directly against my throbbing missle.

"Paul, please! Give it to me," Mom wailed.

"I'm so hot for you, Mom," I told her, "I can't stand it. I have to take you now."

Mom agreed breathlessly, "Yes, baby. Take Momma's cunt."

My pre-cum and Mom's own juices had lubricated her moist box and she was ready for me. I began to slide my aching meat deep into Mom's wiggling cunt. I pushed myself into her fully and plundered her sweet silken honey pot.

Mom came a second time, almost as soon as I buried myself into her, grinding sensually. Her body was super-heated as her nectar gushed over my probing spear. Mom began pressing up to me slowly. She felt so good without moving, the little humping presses were exquisite.

"Mmmm. Jeez, Mom, I fucking love that," I gasped as her cunt gripped and released my pumping shaft.

I began pushing my manhood back into Mom. I delighted in the way Mom's gorgeous form bounced under my super-charged body. My tempo increased until I was brutally pounding into Mom's writhing frame. My torso slapped powerfully against Mom's spread legs.

"Paul!" Mom hissed, "I need to cum baby. Make Mom cum sweetheart. Give it to me honey. Fuck your naughty Momma hard."

Mom tightened her cunt muscles and my body responded with an explosive eruption. My cock throbbed and hot jizz rocketed into my own Mother's grasping snatch. I groaned loudly and Mom moaned in unison; her body once again claimed climax as well.

My pulsing tool was still in Mom's wriggling pussy. Her luscious quim kept me hard. She was not satiated after three orgasms and soon my rock hard cock was sliding back and forth inside again. I pulled Mom's legs up over my shoulders and leaned in. I achieved an even deeper penetration. Mom fully accepted my pummeling assault and offered no resistance. She shifted her succulent butt allowing me even deeper access.

I buried my face in Mom plump globes. I licked and sucked her rubbery nipples and savored her luscious tits. I was in ecstasy having Mom stretched out beneath me taking in all the pleasure I could provide. It was a hard fuck Mom wanted and I was only too pleased to deliver. I knew there would other times to make love, but this was a vicious coupling as we captured our rapture. 

"Yes, baby. Fuck Mom's horny twat. Fuck me hard, Paul," Mom shrieked as my body slammed down again and again.

I continued fucking her mercilessly deep and almost brutally. My cock delved deep into Mom's seeping box as I drove my pulsing stick in and out of her. Mom and I fucked hotly for twenty more minutes when I felt her familiar gripping. Her hot body twisted and her gorgeous form quivered.

I blasted my seed into her tunnel. Her sensational body jolted my nerves setting off white lightning flashed in my brain. Firecrackers of pleasure exploded throughout my young body. Our bodies slapped together pushing our mutual detonation into electrifying explosions. 

We laid there shuddering, holding each other tightly. Mom slipped her legs from my shoulders and I rolled to the side. She rolled over and spooned her back up against me lovingly. Our breath was ragged and our hearts beat rapidly as we held each other so tenderly after that wild ferocious romp. I could feel the heat in her body and we were both covered in glistening sweat. Her slick body felt perfect in my hands. I thought she might have drifted off to sleep until she spoke.

"Paul?" Mom questioned, "Are there any places here in town to buy movies like that one your Dad has?"

I answered, "Probably. I'm pretty sure I could figure out where to get them. Why?"

"Well, I imagine we will get bored watching the same movie over and over before we fuck every night from now on, don't you?" she giggled.

I was willing to track down and go broke buying every porn in town to keep Mom happy. I knew I wouldn't need them. I could never get bored fucking the beautiful lady I held in my arms.



Party Surprise



My sister's husband may have been a bastard, but he knew how to throw a party. Sharon, my sister, was eight years older than me, but despite the age gap we had always got on well, I couldn't say the same of her husband, Mike, they had been married for two years and I still didn't like the bugger. Needless to say he returned my 'affections' and had it not been for Sharon I would not have been invited to the party on that fateful night. Though I was only eighteen I looked older and had passed myself off as being over twenty-one a number of times; that plus the fact that the party was a masked ball so to speak and Mike didn't even realise I was there.

When I had arrived early in the evening Sharon had met me at the door, she handed me a mask and warned me to steer clear of Mike until he'd had a few drinks, I was only too happy to oblige her. Safe in the anonymity of my mask I circulated among the guests, drank, chatted, joked and danced, I had my first snogging session within an hour of arriving and the evening promised more to come. By eleven everyone had drunk enough to feel relaxed and uninhibited, I was dancing with a rather dishy woman, kissing her while fondling her boobs when Mike called out that it was time for some fun. Reluctantly my partner and I parted and looked towards Mike, grinning he waved a handful of blindfolds, it seemed we were to play a giant game of blind man's bluff, the object of the game being to grope, fondle and otherwise enjoy the bodies of members of the opposite sex. I had no objection to this even though I quickly saw that if we were all blindfolded there would be a few awkward moments when male bumped into male, especially if they kissed first and groped later, nevertheless it sounded like fun. The blindfolds were handed out and soon there was a room full of twenty people standing around in the dark.

Within a few minutes of putting on my blindfold I felt a body bump into me, reaching out I had a quick feel to ascertain the gender and when I found that it was female I quickly drew her to me. The woman, whoever she was, was as eager as I was to get to grips, as we kissed our hands passed over each other, our fingers busily loosening buttons and opening zips as they passed. When we at last parted I had a hard on and my clothes were in total disarray, so much so that I lost my trousers, undaunted by this I went in search of another body to fondle. After rejecting a male body I found another female, by the time I had reached her she had already lost half of her clothing, by the time we eventually parted she had lost the rest, mind you all I had left on were my socks. So the game went on, at one point I was grabbed and kissed forcefully, a pair of hands wandered down my back then slide round to my groin and froze as they took hold of my hard cock. When the hands began to wank me I reached out to return the caress and it was my turn to freeze for instead of a pussy I found myself grasping a cock, the owner of which was happily wanking me while I came to grips with the situation. I surprised myself by finding that I was enjoying this man's touch and began to move my hand on his cock, for a while we stood kissing and wanking each other then he surprised me by dropping to his knees and taking my cock into his mouth. It was a shock to discover that I enjoyed him sucking me and I surrendered myself to his attentions, when at last he made me climax in his mouth he stood up, kissed me and moved away for which I was grateful for I was sure I could not have returned his favour. Despite having been sucked off my cock was still hard, the whole situation was such a turn on that it would have turned on a corpse let alone a randy bugger like me. A few moments later a warm, naked female body fell into my clutches and I lost no time in exploring her body, my hands probed her pussy while my lips closed around a nipple, her hands rubbed my cock and chest.

"Time to fuck the person you are with." Mike's voice sounded over the sighs and groans.

I was only too happy to comply with this command, gently I guided the woman I was with to the floor, kneeling between her legs I leant forward and found her pussy with my mouth, as my tongue lapped at her flowing juices the woman sighed happily. If there is one thing I like almost as much as fucking it's sucking pussy and I sucked this pussy until the woman had climaxed twice and then, as her body shook and trembled, I lay over her and pushed my cock at her wet hole. As my cock slid into her the woman gasped then thrust up to meet me, there was nothing delicate or tender about our love-making, within seconds we were humping as though the four minute warning had gone. With each thrust I made the woman's pussy would tighten around my cock and her voice would rise in small cries of delight, twice she shuddered in climax and as she began to orgasm a third time I felt the hot rush of my seed burst into her depths. As my hot juices filled her the woman groaned, her legs wrapping tight around my back as she thrust up on my cock, then we relaxed as our sated bodies came down from their high. A few moments later I got off her, reaching down I grasped her arm to help her to her feet, under my fingers I felt a distinctive scar and realised with a shock that the woman I had just fucked had been my sister Sharon.

"Christ!" I breathed.

"John?" Sharon breathed at the sound of my voice.

"Yes." I whispered back.

Before she could respond further a body parted us and I found myself holding another female form with my cock swiftly twitching back to attention. I barely had time to get in a decent grope at the woman's tits before she was dragging me to the floor, straddling my body and riding me like a Derby racehorse approaching the finishing line, not that I didn't enjoy it. Once again I felt the surge of my juices as they exploded deep inside a female body, seconds later she was gone and another body stumbled over mine, this time I never got the chance to find out the gender of the person until after they had sucked my cock half way to climax, I was relieved to finally feel my fingers sink into a female pussy. This time my seed erupted into a mouth, the owner of which continued to suck until I was hard again then she moved off to find a new victim. I was just getting my breath back when a hand touched my leg, it slid up to my cock and a mouth quickly closed around my hard flesh, but this time when I discovered that my partner was male. Barely had I got over this surprise when he twisted around to straddle my head, before I could even gather a protest his hard cock had forced it's way between my lips and I gagged on it as his mouth moved on my cock. After a while I thought 'what the heck' and began to match his movements on my tool, it wasn't so bad to my surprise, but I was sure it was not something I would like to do too often. When the cock in my mouth twitched then jerked the man pushed his body down and I was left with no choice but to swallow the salty sticky fluid that suddenly filled my mouth, even as I swallowed his seed my juices exploded into his mouth. A few moments later he moved away from me to seek out another victim, hurriedly I got to my feet and groped my way to a chair, but I had barely sank into the chair when a female body landed in my lap. Only a few seconds later my cock was hard again and it glided into the sopping depths of the woman as she wriggled on my lap, as I began to fuck her I heard the squelch of the seed already deposited in her pussy by other man, not that it put me off my stroke. Soon my seed joined that already in place, still trembling the woman climbed off my lap and I was left in peace to recover for a while, not for long though for another female body landed in my lap and we were soon hard at it.

Shortly after the woman landed in my lap I heard Mike's voice telling us all to take off the blindfolds, eager to see my partners body I whipped the blindfold from my eyes and blinked in the light of the room. Once my eyes had adjusted I looked at the woman I was fucking.

"Whoops," she laughed softly, "I've done it again haven't I."

She certainly had for it was none other than my sister, grinning I picked up the pace and savoured every moment of that second time with her. When we had both eventually climaxed Sharon stayed on my lap for a while whispering in my ear.

"For God's sake don't let anyone know you are my brother." she whispered.

"I'm not daft Sharon, of course I won't let on." I whispered back with my cock growing hard again inside her.

"Come over tomorrow, Mike will be out all day and we need to talk about this." she whispered, "Christ you're hard again!"

"And I'm going to use it on you." I breathed as I began to thrust.

When I finally left the party at two in the morning I was exhausted, but sated, when I at last crawled into bed I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

At ten in the morning I was knocking on my sister's door, she let me into the house with a smile then pointed me towards the living room. Most of the mess from the party had been cleared up and I sat myself on the couch as Sharon entered the room, I took one look at her and my cock was hard. Grinning at her I stood up, stripped off my clothes in front of her wide eyes, sat down on the couch and looked up at her.

"Let's talk." I said softly.

With barely a moment's hesitation Sharon stripped off her clothes and joined me on the couch where we 'talked' for the next three hours, this time our encounter was no accident. Nor were the 'encounters' we had regularly after that, which, as Mike was always out, was at least three times a week.



Party Surprise



Ever wondered how far your wife would go with someone else? Whether she acts differently when you're not there? Here's my experience and believe me it was a shock. 

It started at her office Christmas Party. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before with party poopers and politically correct bores it had been decided to have it at a private house. That way it wasn't technically anything to do with the firm and they didn't need to invite the spoilsports anyway. So they let it be known it was going to be noisy, naughty and the drink was going to flow. It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner - all were welcome. 

My wife wanted me to join her and I agreed. We are a quiet couple and my wife is usually very shy – and unfortunately a bit straight-laced. Or so I thought! Now we like to enjoy ourselves and have a dance and a drink – but we're never exactly wild and loud. Anyway you've got the picture – so there we were and the party was in full swing. Trouble was I couldn't drink because of medication but that was ok – it was after all my wife's party and I told her to enjoy herself – no problem.

My wife had spent time circulating and chatting while I was happy to watch the "going's on" and antics of the crowd when the alcohol started to take effect. When my wife rejoined me I commented on how some people seemed to be getting out of hand. Hands were wandering up skirts and down blouses and men's crotches were being felt.

"It's only a bit of harmless fun," said my wife. That was the first surprise! Usually she would be the first to frown on public displays of sex. I noticed a woman with two men – one was giving her hell of a passionate kiss while the other waited his turn. The men managed to do the same with several women – some while their husbands were nearby. I commented again to my wife.

"They're just enjoying themselves – it's only because it's Christmas," she said quietly. She seemed to be envious and I felt a bit unsettled about it. It was as though she thought my presence was spoiling her fun. Feeling annoyed I asked her a question.

"So if I wasn't here those men would be groping you too?"

"Well they might do that anyway – they don't seem to care do they?"

Her reply shocked me but worse was to come.

"You wouldn't object to them dragging you off to a dark corner to have a feel of your tits while they slobbered all over you then? They're doing a bit more than giving a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe aren't they?" There was a tone in my voice.

"They are nice guys really – I've always found them ok. It's just them having fun. I don't see anyone complaining." She would never normally have been so broad-minded.

"That's not what I asked you. And how come you know them – they work in the same building but not for your company?"

"I sometimes talk to them at lunchtime – if I sit in the sun on the roof or go for a walk. No," she added, "I wouldn't make a scene and spoil the party. Like I said, it's just a bit of fun at Christmas."

"So you wouldn't mind if they came over and started to kiss and touch you up? You'd let them lead you off - even though I'm here?"

"Well yes, why not? It's Christmas and it's a party."

I was gobsmacked! That was an answer I would never have believed possible. I was more shocked than annoyed then I wondered - just how much time did she spend with these guys during her lunch-breaks? She watched them as intently as I did but with a look of envy. Envious of the women that were getting "touched up" and kissed by them. It was obvious that she had taken a fancy to one of them. I was beginning to feel a little jealous. 

Well – as the party went on and my wife circulated and danced, it got wilder. I stayed quiet, watching, partly because I was still sober and partly because of what my wife had said. I had never seen her with such an attitude before. Then her boss asked me a favour. A couple of people had overdone it – they had started drinking early in the afternoon and were the worst for wear. Would I be a nice guy and drive them home? He knew I wasn't able to drink. I said ok then called my wife over to tell her.

"What a bloody cheek he has asking you!" she said. "He has no right to expect you to take them home. Why doesn't he call them a cab?"

"Well, he wants to make sure they get in the house safely I think," I said. "I should only be gone about thirty minutes."

So I left and drove them home. I couldn't help but feel my wife's protests had seemed a little exaggerated and false. The couple seemed almost asleep in the back seat and the woman's skirt was up round her thighs. In short this is what happened next.

I got them home. They couldn't find a key. The man began to feel ill. I couldn't just leave them on the roadside so I waved down a passing police-car and explained the situation. He was a good copper and gave me the name of an approved locksmith. When I called him he said about two hours. Great! I called the party and left a message for my wife – don't expect me for two hours. You can see where this is leading can't you?

The locksmith sent an assistant – he was there in twenty minutes. I got the couple upstairs and dumped the woman on her bed – the man crawled into the bathroom. Her skirt was now around her waist and her pussy may as well have been naked. I could have fucked her and she wouldn't have known about it. In fact watching her earlier she probably wouldn't have objected then! But you can go to jail for that so I made sure they were safe and comfy then left.

I was going to let my wife know that I was on my way back but decided against it – I was curious about something. Driving back to the party I was aware that I had a hard on and felt horny. Partly due to the woman's cunt being on show – but partly because of my fertile imagination about my wife. Yet I was also nervous and jealous – not to mention feeling a little upset that she would let other men feel her – and enjoy it!

I entered the house from the rear door. No one noticed me – most were either too "pissed" or groping each other. Some women had their tops removed. Where the fuck was my wife? Then I spotted her – in the hallway.

She was stood with the two men, holding a drink and chatting away. I moved into a corner to watch them without being seen. As they laughed and chatted away one of them put his hand around her waist and bent to kiss her – on the lips – just for a few seconds. They chatted a bit more – then the other one kissed her. I felt the pangs of jealousy rise up in me and my heart began to race. So it went on – talking, kissing – each kiss seemed a little longer and more intense than the last. But it was their hands that were causing me concern – or rather what they were doing with them.

As each man held and kissed her his hand went from gently resting on her waist to climbing up to her breast. After a while they began to cup her bosom and I could see fingers caressing her nipples. It was as though as each man watched what the other could get away with he would go a little further.

Now as one kissed her and squeezed her tits the other one began to stroke her thigh while he watched. She never made any attempt to resist or knock their hands away. My heart was pounding like mad and I felt a little sick. Butterflies were flying around my stomach. I was about to go over and put a stop to it but something held me back. I had to know how far she would go. This was how she was like when I wasn't with her – to restrict her behaviour – probably the real "she". 

I actually saw her obligingly move the arm that she was holding her drink with out of the way of her bust to let one man get a better feel of her tits. I couldn't believe it! Why were they paying my wife so much attention – every other woman had been given a kiss or two then they had moved on to the next one? 

Feeling a little conspicuous I got myself a drink and took up a position where I was able to observe the trio without them seeing me. No one else noticed my presence. Just watching them kiss her and how she let them run their hands up and down her body made me feel both sick with jealousy and a little betrayed. Yet I couldn't help be conscious of the fact that I had a raging hard on – my cock was trying to burst out of my pants. There was something exciting about watching my wife responding to these men. 

Suddenly one of the men pointed to a broom cupboard and whispered something to my wife. Both men looked quickly round and next minute the door was opened and she was gone – inside with one of the men! My heart pounded – my stomach churned – and my head screamed! If the other man hadn't have stood by the door casually sipping his drink I could have gone over and listened to what was going on inside. What was she going to let him do in there? He had already felt her tits and run his hand up her thigh. How far would she go?

A minute seemed like an hour – and she was in there for quite a few of them. Then the door opened and they appeared. My heart kept missing beats as I carefully checked her out for clues. As she sipped her drink I noticed her blouse was slightly pulled from the waistband of her skirt at the side. Only a few inches – as though she had rushed to tuck it back in but not done a good job. Neither had she done a good job of re-fastening the buttons! Only one extra one was undone – but that told me everything. He had been inside her blouse.

While I was still reeling from the shock the other man held his hands up as though he was protesting. Both men started to laugh – then he opened the door to the cupboard and led my wife in. He was taking his turn – and she walked in willingly. I don't need to describe what I felt and went through – I'm sure you can imagine. But besides all the uncomfortable feelings – there was an underlying excitement – a sexual excitement.

They were in there longer than before, so much so that the man outside became visibly impatient. As if I wasn't! He decided to wait no longer, instead of standing guard so to speak, he opened the door and joined them. Now she was inside with both men! I expected her to come out – I mean – how far was this thing going? It didn't happen – she stayed in with them – for yet another endless time.

Five minutes later I was a complete basket case. Shaking and confused – with intense feelings I'd never known before I decided enough was enough! I was going to stop this. I never got the chance – someone got there before me. 

A couple who had the same idea rushed over and opened the door. Stopped in their tracks when they realised that it was occupied they stood looking in the cupboard, smiling. I heard the man shout, "Hey, come on! Give someone else a turn!" Maybe it was my imagination thinking I saw the first man finish fastening up his flies as he stepped back into the room. There was however no mistaking what my wife was doing – she was busy trying to re – button her blouse. All the buttons were undone – and it was completely out of her waistband. In fact she had stepped out of the closet so fast that her bra was clearly on show for all to see. The second man? Well, he still had his hands on his trouser zip

So what pictures went through my mind? She was in a cupboard with two men. She had let them unfasten her blouse to play with her tits. They must have at least attempted to get inside her knickers. Had she let them? They had both unfastened their pants and got their cocks out. Had she played with them both – at the same time? My wife with a cock in each hand – masturbating two men at the same time! Or had she gone even further? It was all too much to take in!

They had composed themselves and resumed talking and sipping their drinks. Had being caught out in the cupboard brought them back to earth? No it certainly had not! I watched as one of the men closed his mouth over my wife's lips. I plainly saw her mouth open for him and his tongue dart into her mouth. It was lust, passion, raw sex, his hands grabbed her arse and he pulled her into his crotch. She ran a hand through his hair and pulled closer – she was aroused – very aroused. As soon as he let her go she turned to the other man so he could take his turn and was no less passionate. Had they been alone in a room they would by now be fucking her – I had no doubt about it. Was this really my wife – did I really know her at all?

I was totally mentally numb; all I could do was just carry on watching. Someone spoke to me but I never even bothered to look up in his direction. The kissing went on for just a couple of minutes then something was whispered. They all glanced at their watches to check the time then the men looked at my wife. She hesitated, gave a nervous nod and look around – then they all started to walk toward me. I very quickly shot away behind a group of people.

I decided they must have been moving into either the kitchen or living room. Maybe to get some food so they would look innocent and normal when they thought I was coming back. When they passed me I followed them with my eyes – into the kitchen – then outside into the back yard. I couldn't believe it – what the fuck was going on now?

A few people had gone out before to mess about and just run around the garden a little – but where was my wife going. Surely she would expect me back in the next twenty minutes or so? When some others went out and some came back in I took the opportunity to slip out and move quietly into the shadows. This was getting silly and out of hand – and was bloody unbelievable! I stood and scanned the garden trying to spot my wife and the men. Then I saw them – walking towards a tool shed – one of them tried the door and found it unlocked. To my amazement they all slipped through the door and closed it behind them. Now I was going really "ape-shit". 

What was it she had said, "Just a bit of harmless fun"? She couldn't get enough! I walked up to the shed and heard noises from the side. When I figured out were they where standing I moved quietly round to try to listen. I was sure that my breathing was so heavy and noisy I would probably be heard. Forcing myself to settle down I pressed my ear to the wooden panel. I could hear muffled sounds, then voices.

"That's great! What lovely tits you have. Let me pull your blouse out. Come on, unfasten them all."

Then there was moaning sounds – and a zipper being pulled down.

"Hold it for me – do what you was doing before – in the closet. Yeah! That's right! Good girl! Do you like that?"

My wife's voice came next.

"No! You can't take anything off – I can't stay long – my husband will be back soon."

The second man joined in.

"Ok, let's just pull them down a bit. Yesss! That's nice! That's lovely. Pull your bra up and let's see your nipples. Come on, don't be shy – I want to suck them! Yes! That's nice. Good girl! Now you can use your other hand on me. Get it out and play with mine too. Come on – unzip me."

My wife's voice, sounding breathless.

"I have to go soon, in a few minutes." Then came more moans.

"Do you like that – what my fingers are doing?"

"Hmmm, yes!"

"Do you wish you could stay longer?"

"Yes!"

There were slurps, moans, expletives and you can imagine the pictures that ran through my mind.

"Bet this is more exciting than doing it with your husband, isn't it? What a shame we've only got a few minutes."

Suddenly a much louder groan came from one man's mouth. "Yes! Keep going!" Then more sounds of lips on skin. She had masturbated one of them to climax.

"I'll have to go now – my husband will be back."

"You can't leave my friend like that – that's not nice. Look how big it is – wouldn't you like it inside you?"

"No! I have to go back inside."

"He's having trouble getting there. You'll have to help him."

"Sit on the box for me," said the second man.

"No! I'm not doing that!" snapped my wife, anticipating what he wanted.

"Come on, I'll do the hard work, you just give it a little kiss. Just run your tongue over it."

No one spoke for a minute – but there were noises. I can't describe how I felt really. I had been betrayed by my wife – she was pleasuring two men and I was listening to it! She was being unfaithful. A voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Just a little suck. Open your mouth."

The noises that reached my ears next didn't need any explanation. I felt shattered and devastated.

"If I'm in trouble I'll kill you both myself – never mind what my husband might do to you! Let me get dressed."

"Answer me one question before we go. Did you enjoy it – and would you stay longer if you could?"

"That's two questions – but yes to both of them. But I can't stay so don't think it's "to be continued"

"If we had been alone – only us three – would you have let us go further – would you have liked a cock inside you?"

"Come on!" snapped my wife; "We haven't time for an analysis!"

"Just answer me."

There was silence as she hesitated to answer. I waited in agony for her reply – finally it came.

"Maybe. Who knows how carried away I might have got – or what I would have let you do?"

"You've just made us both hard again," laughed the second man.

The door opened and then they were gone, leaving me stunned and numb.

The picture I had in my head now was of my wife, sat on a toolbox. Her knickers round her knees and her bare tits hanging out of her open blouse. She had sat on that box and allowed a man to masturbate into her mouth. She had opened her mouth when the man asked her to, knowing he was about to ejaculate. If she had been asked to do it sooner she would have probably done it for the first man too.

I was almost in tears but I found my hand go to my trouser zip. As other pictures flashed into my minds-eye I experienced an incredible sexual thrill. My penis was now out and I gave it long hard pulls. I had heard my wife say she maybe would have let two men fuck her. My excitement built up as I imagined one fucking her while she sucked the other one. If I hadn't have been expected back she would have stood against the shed wall while the men took turns to put their cocks inside her and have "Knee-tremblers." She almost said she would!

I stood there behind the shed like a spotty adolescent who'd just discovered another use for his dick. Wanking, pulling my pudding – my wife's unfaithfulness had given me this turn on. I should have been inside - breaking heads and ripping balls off! But the pleasure was too intense to ignore – I shot my sperm all over the flower border. Then I felt very confused.

When I went back into the house I tried to appear normal and look as though I had just arrived back. My wife did a good job of pretending to be tired from too much dancing. For many reasons I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there and go home. My wife's goodnight kisses to the other guests included the two men. I felt a shiver watching her, and, strangely enough my cock began to grow.

"So – did you get groped and kissed while I was away?" I asked.

"A bit," she answered.

I was so surprised by her answer that the rest of the journey was silent. But my cock kept hard.

It was what happened later, in bed, which surprised me the most. I was just lying there thinking of what I had witnessed when my wife's hand came across and closed round my cock. It stiffened and I couldn't help but respond when I felt her bare tits against my chest. I began to play with her nipples and she seemed more than usually aroused.

"So who did you get groped and kissed by?" I inquired.

"You can probably guess by who," she replied.

"Those two men we talked about. The ones you sometimes spend your lunch break with?" 

"Yes," she admitted. "You don't mind do you?" she added quietly.

"At least you're honest about it," I replied. "I bet you let them feel your tits as well."





Party Surprise



Before she could deny it I added, "Did you enjoy it."

Her hand pumped my dick a little harder and she inhaled sharply. In a whisper she said, "It was only over my blouse – just for a minute."

As she spoke she crawled on top of me and guided my cock into her slit. By now she was breathing very heavily.

"Did you let them both feel you?" I asked.

Instead of answering she moaned a little and moved her hips up and down on my cock. Then she began to speed up, fucking me harder.

"Is that a "YES" I asked.

"Yeah," she hissed. "Suck my tits!" she pleaded.

Clearly she was reliving the experience – and it was turning her on like nothing had before.

"It's made me jealous and upset," I stated to her. I was going to play along with this and see just how honest she was going to be.

"You don't need to be upset, it was only a bit of fun. It made me feel sexy though – having a man touching my nipples and kissing me. Your penis is hard inside me so you can't be that upset – just fuck me, please!"

Now I was as turned on as she was, "Did you feel their cocks?"

She went wild, bouncing on me and driving her crotch into me. I grabbed her arse cheeks and helped her maintain her rhythm. She moaned and squealed.

"Did you?" I asked again.

"Yes!" she shouted, then added as though it was an afterthought, "But only when they pressed against me – through their pants!"

There was obviously a limit on how honest she was going to be.

It was useless trying to question her further. She yelled and moaned and bounced her arse on me like she was possessed. 

It was less than an hour later – an hour since her first orgasm - that she wanted it again – and that set the pattern for the rest of the night.

Throughout the holiday she seemed to want sex more than any other time I could remember. As for myself, I didn't complain, but sometimes I felt as though I was being cuckolded – fooled. Shit! I bloody well had been! Even so, every time that I thought about what I had witnessed the mental pictures made my dick rise and a weird sexual feeling overtook me. In spite of the hurt and feeling of betrayal there was an intense but perverted sense of sexual arousal. When I looked at my wife's body – and particularly her mouth and tits – I could imagine what she had let the men do – and "saw" her sucking another man's dick and my cock immediately stiffened. One day I got her to wank me off in the kitchen just so that I could picture how she looked doing it to another man from a standing position.

It seemed also that her imagination and the pleasure she got from remembering were as great as mine was. It was still hard to believe though. My wife had masturbated two men and probably sucked one of them while they had been inside her knickers and bra. One man would have been bad enough – but my wife – with two at once? She wasn't that kind of woman!

The holiday was over and we had been back at work for a few days before the obvious struck me. Boy! Was I slow off the mark? If she sometimes spent her lunch breaks with them – what if something was still going on? Maybe it wasn't limited to just the party. When I had tried to question her again she had dismissed it as just the effects of the alcohol. "Those sort of things happen at parties when people get silly," she reasoned.

The thoughts really bugged me, then the second week back at work I found myself in the vicinity of my wife's office. What I hoped to see I had no idea – I couldn't see on the bloody roof! Sitting outside in the car wondering what I was doing there I saw one of the men come out of the building. That accounts for one of them I thought, but he was only just out of sight when the other one came out. Just as I was beginning to feel a sense of relief that my wife wasn't with them out she came behind him. I sat and watched as they walked down the road together. Maybe they are just out to get a sandwich, I thought.

When I could stand it no longer I drove further down the street and parked up. I was going to follow them on foot. If they should spot me it would be easy to explain my presence without making myself look a fool. They walked to the shops – then passed them – then turned a corner walking away from the central area. It dawned on me where they were heading – toward the public park. This was a chilly damp miserable January day – nobody spent lunchtimes in the park.

A sickening thought entered my head. Maybe they had become lovers. Maybe it wasn't just a naughty sexual escapade – I think I was learning to cope with that – maybe it was romance and a lovey-dovey "Shall I leave my husband?" type of affair. Now I was really upset and angry. They walked on and sure enough entered the park.

After waiting a while to let them get ahead I walked quickly through the gates and took a winding path that would bring me above the main one that they were walking along. It was a typically English Victorian municipal public park, many winding paths flanked by large shrubs and borders. Some open spaces had now been made into small car parks and picnic areas. Through the shrubbery I managed occasional glimpses of them. My heart raced and I felt sick when they left the main path and after walking a few yards up the path I was on they stopped – and kissed. So they were lovers.

They walked up the path and I hid behind a tree while they passed me. The path then dropped down to a small car park and they waited at the edge of the path. The only other people about were exercising their dogs and it was though they were waiting for them to leave. Suddenly a car entered the parking area and stopped in the most secluded corner. My wife and the man began to walk toward the vehicle and she climbed into the back while the man got into the front. What the hell was going on?

Taking up a vantage point above and to the side of them I realised that the driver was the second man from the office. They sat in the car chatting but seemed to keep glancing impatiently at a man messing with his dog. Eventually the man drove away and all three occupants of the car looked round as though checking something out. Now there was only one more car besides theirs in the area. The two men in the front turned to speak to my wife sat in the back. Whatever they said made her nod her head in agreement. Then they all looked carefully around again.

The man she had walked with got out of the car and opened the rear door – he climbed in to join my wife on the back seat. What happened next was unbelievable!

From the position that I had taken up all that I could see was heads and shoulders. They seemed to talk for a minute – then my wife moved closer to the man. He lifted his arm and placed it round my wife's shoulder. Then they kissed and her head fell slightly back. The man in the front seat had turned to watch. My heart skipped a beat as I realised what the man kissing my wife was doing with his other hand. The movements told me he was playing with her breasts, then, from the movements of his shoulder it seemed his hand had reached further down. Was his hand now up her skirt?

Those strange mixed feelings rose up from my stomach. I looked on in amazement as suddenly the man removed his arm from her shoulder – and her head disappeared down toward his lap. No points for guessing why! Jealousy, anger at being betrayed – you name it I felt it – but once again my cock was bursting from my trousers. As I looked on I wondered what the man in the front could actually see and was almost envious of him.

This was nothing to do with parties and alcohol – it was stone cold sober daylight – lunchtime for gods sake! My wife was sexually performing with a man in the back seat of a car whilst his friend watched. Was the other man masturbating? My hand went to my zip and I slowly pulled out my hard penis – this was wrong and weird but the urge was too strong – closing my hand round my cock I carried on watching while pulling slowly back and forth. The images and thoughts that went through my mind produced an incredible sexual feeling.

My wife's head once again came into view through the rear window of the car. Had he ejaculated? Had she taken it in her mouth?

It was about thirty seconds later when the rear door of the car opened and the man climbed back into the front passenger seat. Expecting them to drive away because it was all over quickly dampened the sexual feelings I had. But it wasn't all over – the driver's door opened and the other man now climbed into the back and joined my wife. She was letting them both use her – giving them both a turn? She was spending her lunch hour sucking off two men? My wife? Impossible! 

As I gasped with amazement the next thing I was conscious of was that my penis had immediately risen and the feelings had returned with a vengeance. I had to admit to myself that in spite of the "bad" feelings, watching my wife being unfaithful was making me very sexually aroused.

The movements in the car where jerky and frantic. My wife and her cohort where busy with their hands – he probably unfastening her blouse and pulling up her bra – she probably getting his cock out and wanking him. They were turned almost facing each other and it occurred to me that if the man didn't want to kiss her it was because he knew what had spurted into her mouth just a couple of minutes ago! The thought made my cock twitch and my own hand worked faster.

Events now took a different turn as both men and my wife looked around and surveyed the area. Why? I soon found out when my wife climbed on the man and straddled his lap. Now she was higher I could make out her open blouse. My God! She was going to let him fuck her! Or rather she was going to fuck him! Was his cock inside her or was she just sat across his knee? Had she removed her panties – and was the man in the front looking at her open naked pussy sliding up and down on his mate's cock?

Her torso began to rise and fall, slowly at first then more rapid and intense. Yes – she was now truly being unfaithful – committing adultery – fucking another man. Tears began to run down my face as it hit home exactly what was happening. Betrayed and cuckold by my usually prim and proper wife. So the man watching was getting a close up view of a cock sliding in and out of her cunt and was a mere eighteen inches away from her bouncing bare arse. She was allowing it – she knew what the man could see and she didn't mind.

It seems silly logic – but it's one thing your wife having a lover in a shady motel or bedroom and sneaking under the covers for illicit sex – but her letting a man she's just sucked off watch her fucking with someone else? That's the bit that didn't gel – didn't make sense – that's what a sex mad slut would do – my wife wasn't like that. But that's what she had just done – it was my wife in that car!

As I watched the movements became more urgent – more intense – she was reaching a climax. So was I – in spite of the pain and tears my hand worked harder – my cock was ready to shoot it's load – I held back – waiting – waiting for my wife! The windows quickly began to steam up – now I could see hardly anything – just shapes moving. But that was enough – the palms of my wife's hands appeared, pressing on the rear window and the rise and fall of her body told me she was almost there. I saw her flop forward – she had reached her orgasm.

My hand was wet - sperm ran down my trouser leg, streams of it shot forward onto the grass. Looking down at my cock with it's hard angry purple head shooting out spunk I wondered just how it was possible to witness your wife doing such a thing and at the same time experience such perverted pleasure. I didn't have an answer.

On going back to the office I told the boss I was feeling rough. He said it was no problem and to take the rest of the day off. I went away to think – I actually went back to the park and sat in the car. So what was I to do? If I confronted her she would leave – it would be the end of our marriage. Even if I said, "Don't do it again - this time I forgive you," sort of thing. I knew she would not be able to live with me knowing. Things would never be the same again.

What was I going to say? "Hey, I've been watching you fucking!" The alternative was to say nothing and see if she returned to being the woman that I thought she was. But why couldn't she be more sexually exciting with me? And would I be capable of acting normal and keeping my mouth shut? Another option was for me to pack a bag and leave now – just go!

In the end I decided that there was no sense in rushing things – all the options would stay open. I would see what happened next.

Over the next two weeks I sat in the car outside her office at lunchtimes expecting to catch her in the act - I never did. I checked out the park and walked around looking for them but not once did I spot them together. Occasionally I saw my wife or one of the men coming out to buy a sandwich, but they were never together - and there were no walks or drives in the park.

Something had changed at home however – our sex life had improved. I know it doesn't make sense but she had suddenly started taking the lead and wanted it more often. I took a little comfort in the fact that if she let both men have her it meant that there couldn't be a romantic involvement. At least she wasn't "in love" with one of them. It must have been just sex – shear adulterous lust. She had enjoyed their cocks' – that's how I was still able to respond to her sexually. When I thought about it – it made my dick rise and it turned me on.

A few times I tried to bring up the question of other men.

"Did those two men at the party ever make any more passes at you?"

I asked the questions casually and quietly, usually when I knew she was feeling frisky or when we where in bed. She answered "No – but I still see them at lunchtimes on the roof for a chat – or in the foyer."

Another comment of mine was, "Just supposing – speaking hypothetically – that you were alone with a man – or two men even!" I laughed, trying to keep it light-hearted. "How far do you think you'd go before you called a halt?"

"How do you mean?" she asked.

"Well – you said at that party you'd let them kiss you. So what do you consider is going too far – before you say it is being unfaithful? Would you, for instance think it's being unfaithful if you let a man feel your breasts?"

She laughed, then asked cautiously, "What's brought this on?"

"Nothing – it's just a discussion – I was just wondering. Some people have different ideas about it."

"No," she answered, "It's not being unfaithful."

"I see – so you'd let them – or "him" I should say?"

"I never said that!" she retorted, "I said it wasn't being unfaithful."

"Then you'd have no reason to stop them?" I pressed.

"Ok!" she said, rising to the challenge, "I suppose it depended how much I fancied them – or him – and how horny I was feeling!"

I felt taken back by her honesty, "So you'd let them then?" My stomach was beginning to get those butterflies. 

"Maybe – yes," she said.

I knew I was now on edge, "Inside your bra – play with your tits?" My voice was hesitant – she noticed.

"You sound like a nervous schoolboy that's embarrassed to talk about sex," she laughed. Then she put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Letting a man play with my nipples wouldn't be being unfaithful."

My penis rose and immediately her hand closed round it.

"So you would let that happen too?" 

"Who knows?" she said teasingly, "I can't say until it happens."

Her hand moved up and down my shaft as I asked, "What if he wanted you to play with his penis?"

She wriggled her hips against me – it was turning her on!

"Who can say what a person would do if they got carried away with the moment," she whispered. Her leg slid over mine and she manoeuvred herself on top of me. Lifting her hips slightly she pointed my cock against her hole and put it inside her.

"Would that be being unfaithful?" I asked quietly.

"No," she sighed, moving up and down faster and making circular movements with her hips. She moaned slightly then said; "If I played with another man's cock I wouldn't think I had been unfaithful. And before you ask the next obvious question it wouldn't be unfaithful if I let a man play between my legs with his hand. Very naughty and wrong – but not adultery."

The answer once again shocked me and I pushed it further. "Do you ever want to?"

Her movements increased and she moaned as she gripped my hair.

"Sometimes I have thought about it, what it would be like," she hissed between thrusts.

The comment made my juices rise and I could feel we were both close to climax.

"Have you ever done it?" I asked anxiously.

"No! Shut up!" She was clearly in the throes of an orgasm and would not answer. Also it became clear that she had reached the limits of her honesty. If I wanted to avoid a confrontation I knew I had better "button it"! Images flashed into my mind and just to hear her admit what she had brought on that familiar feeling. Before she recovered from her orgasm I reached my climax and boy was it intense!

Lying there in the dark I smiled to myself thinking how it must have been the shortest fuck we had ever had but yet we had both managed to "come" – we had, unusually, been brought there by the same thing – both very intensely and very quickly. But we couldn't admit it or talk about it!

Two hours later I awoke to find my wife's hand once more around my dick coaxing it to go hard. It became apparent that her other one was busy between her legs. Although we were both still half asleep we fucked like a couple of bunnies! Questions – she would not respond to. 

A few weeks passed by without incident or confrontation. I still checked her out, so to speak but never found any cause for concern. Strangely, sometimes it felt like I was almost disappointed, as though I wanted to have the experience again. It was almost masochistic yet I couldn't ignore the effect it had on my sexual feelings. Thinking about it or picturing it caused me to want to take out my penis and slowly jerk myself off as intense feelings of lust overpowered me. I was enjoying the memory of my wife's sexual escapades with other men.

The only other change had been my wife's mode of dress – her skirts had become shorter – some of her tops seemed a little lower cut and tighter. I reasoned that it was because of her newly found sexuality and she was now able to be more daring. Though I did suspect that maybe when she chatted to the men at work she gave them the opportunity to look up her skirt and show off her legs and breasts a little. As always the images that the thoughts produced made me sexually aroused.

As there hadn't been any further "incidents" I had come to the conclusion that the whole episode had been a passing phase and was over with. She didn't really have many chances of being unfaithful. When she was out without me usually someone else was there with her – her mother – friends – other members of her family. I couldn't imagine any of her friends covering for her or lying through their teeth for her. When she was on her own it was difficult to see how she could pretend to be in those particular places if she was really somewhere else.

However, situations change – or are sometimes not what they seem to be.

One evening, my wife announced, "Oh! Bye the way – I promised some of the girls from work that I'd join them for a drink on Friday evening. Someone's leaving so we're giving her a send off party. You don't mind do you?"

"No – of course not – we had nothing planned." I tried to say it with conviction but I was immediately suspicious. 

Between then and Friday night my mind worked overtime wondering if she had anything else on the agenda. I slipped a casual question in, "Are others from the same building going – even though they don't work in the same office?"




Party Surprise



"Yes – a few people – why do you ask? Do you want to come too – it's ok if you do?"

"No, not at all – only you said girls – I just wondered why no men were going."

"Just a figure of speech – it's girls I'll be meeting first. But yes, a few guys will be there – like those two I sometimes see at lunchtimes. They know her to speak to and she invited them."

Now I was rattled and had to disguise my feelings. My wife asked me again if I wanted to join them and I thought long and hard. Should I stop her from having the opportunity to be with them again? There would be too many people there who wouldn't approve if she got up to anything or disappeared suspiciously. Was I going to torture myself though by letting my imagination run riot? Why was my cock twitching?

I pretended to want something from the bedroom when she came out of the shower and watched her finish dressing. Her short black skirt made her look sexy but not tarty. Her black bra was slightly visible through her black lacy shirt, contrasting with her white skin and just a little cleavage was on show. The outfit was finished off with high-heel shoes and dark stockings. She lifted one leg to make an adjustment and the bare flesh above her stocking tops came into view. 

"You look very sexy like that," I said, then walking over to her I lifted her skirt higher to see her panties.

"You're not wearing any underwear!" I exclaimed, in shock. "What's going on? You are about to out in a short skirt with stockings and suspenders and no panties!"

"Don't be silly!" she fired back at me. "I just haven't put any on yet."

The look on her face and her tone of voice didn't sound convincing. That tortured, betrayed feeling rose up once more as I held her at arms length and took in the sight. Was this for the benefit of other men? I pulled her close to me and unzipped my fly, my hand holding her arse cheek.

"No!" she said, "I've just had a shower and got dressed!" I ignored her and lifted her onto my hard penis slowly moving her up and down with my hands supporting her backside. I pictured her doing this with the two men – why was I giving myself hell? This is what she would look like if she lets the men fuck her, I thought. She protested a few more times as she began to respond. I watched her tits bounce as I quickened the pace. It was a short but satisfying session - and the arousal and consequent climax was out of this world. Was that due to our lovemaking – or the thought of what she may be doing later – with other men? 

My wife protested later about having to freshen up again and returned to the bathroom. "I'll need to change again too!" she complained. I left her to it and wondered downstairs trying to figure out why the hell I didn't put a stop to this and either go with her, or tell her I didn't trust her. Mental and nervous torture – which was made worse when she came downstairs to go out. She had changed all right! Into an even shorter skirt – with a split up the side that showed a glimpse of stocking top. Did she realise how short it was? Why didn't I tell her?

I expected to be asked to drive her to the cocktail bar where she was starting off. I was surprised when she said a cab had already been ordered. "So where do you think you will finish up?" I asked casually.

"The new music bar in the centre of the town square I should imagine," she replied. 

As she was driven away I felt trepidation and foreboding; again my imagination began to work overtime. A question arose in my mind – when she had changed her skirt – had she put on any panties – or was leaving them off intentional? 

For the next hour and half I sat worrying and fretting and generally giving myself a nervous breakdown. I had to know where she was – I had to go and check up on her. After three hours had passed I decided to see if she had finished up in the music bar. I threw on a jacket and drove to the Town Square. I sat and rationalised, how the hell could I go into the bar without being noticed by at least one from her group? Twice I had managed to spy on her without her knowing – to expect to get away with it again in a bar on a Friday night was hoping for too much. If she wasn't there that was a different matter – but I would look a fool if she were – and all her work-mates spotted me. I sat and agonised on what I ought to do – maybe go home – this was getting silly!

I sat in the car watching the door of the public bar. People came and went – I got out to walk to the window – didn't see anything so sat back in the car. Then a group of people came out – these I knew – it was her mates – where was she? More came out – goodnights were said – some called a cab, others walked off. Where was my wife? A third small group came out – she was with them – and so were the two men friends of hers. 

The group talked then three females, who seemed the worse for wear, wondered off shouting goodnight. My wife was left with the two men – my worst fears were realised. But then another two men walking out of the bar joined them. And they all strolled off together.

Maybe she was going to get a cab – the ones waiting outside the bar had all been taken. Maybe she was going to get a little something to eat. How come she was the only female that was hungry? They stopped – my wife took out her cell phone – who was she ringing? I jumped when a loud piercing tone hit my eardrums – she was ringing me – must be to come and collect her.

When the conversation was finished I sat watching her with stupefaction and a feeling of numbness. She was going back with the girls to a friend's house for coffee and a gossip – don't wait up - she would get a cab. What a lie! She was here in the street with four men – two of whom I knew she had already had sex with. It was time to call a halt to this – enough is enough!

By the time I had got out of the car they were climbing into a taxi. Quickly I jumped back in and got ready to follow. I couldn't believe this – it wasn't the same woman I married. What the hell was she going to do now? She was sat in a taxi with four men – her skirt would have ridden up – the back seat wasn't that wide - they would be touching thighs. The men would all have a hard on and would be aroused. My cock began to stir and the butterflies were active in my gut.

The taxi entered a tree-lined avenue and turned into the driveway of a large house. I stopped the car just short of the opening and wound the window down to listen to the voices. They had all got out and entered the house. What to do next?

One minute later I was sneaking round the side of the building making my way to one of only two windows that was showing a light. A large gap in the curtains gave me a good view of the room. Inside I could see two men – probably in their late fifties or early sixties – with brandy and cigars. They were obviously not the men with my wife. Then a door opened – and in they all came – with drinks in their hands – four men – and my wife!

Introductions were made – and I could tell the men were focusing on my wife's figure and legs. That skirt – and the see through blouse - made her look very sexy indeed! And so they all sat and chatted over a drink. 

My wife was the centre of attention – particularly when she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Now even I could see her stocking tops. Casually, one of the men she knew from the office got up and sat next to her. Words were spoken and she reached over to put her drink down on a small table. The man pulled her toward him and placed his arm around her shoulder – he kissed her – she responded. His other hand rested on her breasts and her head fell back submissively. The men watched and drank their brandy. There were more kisses then they stopped and conversation amongst the group was restored. Then more kisses.

At each session of kisses the man's hand became more active on her breasts. The audience watched with great interest - so did I! My wife retrieved her drink and as the man played with her breasts and kissed her neck she sipped it and talked and smiled to the others. Her legs had fallen apart and she was providing a good view up her skirt to at least three of the men. Surely she wouldn't go any further – with six men in the room!

She looked very sexy – my cock was very hard – I was very jealous – especially when I watched her being kissed. Two buttons were slowly unfastened on her shirt – then there were whispers. The men had stopped talking and watched avidly. Something was said to my wife and she looked very coy and shy. She smiled and returned a comment then looked down at the floor like a little girl would. The man with her stood and she was helped to her feet. Then he led her out of the room.

I was upset, angry. Angry that she had been led away. For the first time I realised that my cock was in my hand and I had been slowly jerking it whilst I watched. Back it went inside my trousers as the sexual feelings subsided. Where had she been taken? The men talked and poured more brandy. She had gone off with the man so he could fuck her. I scanned the upstairs windows looking for a light – one appeared on the second floor.

All I could do was gaze at the lighted window. There wasn't a cat in hells' chance of climbing up to it. This time I couldn't spy on her and watch her. I could only imagine – and my cock became very hard doing it. Not being as careful to hide my presence now I spotted a garden seat, pulling it to the downstairs window I sat on the thing, watching and waiting.

It seemed like a lifetime, sat in the dark with just my own thoughts. What the hell was I doing here? Something attracted me back to the window and gazing into the room I saw that the door had opened. In walked the man, followed by my wife. The men drinking brandy focused their attention on them as they entered the room. My throat went dry and my heart beat faster. My wife was dressed, but her blouse was undone and out of her skirt. She was smiling as she walked into the room with a glass in her hand. The man with her stood beside her and, saying something to the audience he ran his fingers over her nipples then pulled the two halves of her blouse further apart to expose the half cup black bra. My wife was on exhibition for the watching men.

I could tell that the men were eyeing her and exchanging comments about her. Now she was stood in the middle of the room looking very shy and coy. She was led to a chair and as the man sat her down he made sure that her skirt rode up her thighs. For a while they all chatted – it seemed that the men enjoyed the sight of my wife and most of the comments seemed directed at her. She made no attempt to fasten her blouse and the slit in her skirt showed plenty of bare flesh above her stockings. She occasionally crossed and uncrossed her legs giving the men one hell of a view of the back of her thighs. Even I, from outside the window, was able to make out a small triangle of material between her legs.

She must not have cared that the men knew she had just probably been fucked and letting herself be put on show this way didn't seem to cause her any shame. She did appear to be a little hesitant and shy but that just made her look even sexier. The way she gave a nervous smile and hung her head, sometimes gazing at the floor made her look very vulnerable and submissive.

Suddenly the seating arrangements changed and one of the older men and one of the two other strangers moved to a couch. They sat at opposite ends leaving space for a person in the middle. Sipping their drinks they spoke to my wife making her look even more shy and self-conscious. When I realised what they were trying to do my hand went to my zip and I took out my cock.. They were trying to coax my wife to sit between them. I watched her attentively – would she sit between them? Her legs had now fallen apart and the men would now be able to see her panties clearly. The two on the couch wanted more – they wanted to touch.

I inhaled a deep breath as I watched my wife take a gulp of her drink and then stand up. Sheepishly she walked over and sat between the two men. The others were not speaking – just watching with great interest. They all slowly sipped from their glasses and the men examined my wife from close quarters. Then it started.

The elder man seemed interested in her cleavage and ran his fingers down the crease. The third time his hand slipped inside the cup and he felt her breast then began to stroke her nipple. She seemed to give out a little gasp but didn't look worried. This encouraged the other man who slowly stroked her thigh climbing higher and higher. Then his hand went all the way up her skirt and stayed there – between her legs. Her thighs were pulled apart and she didn't resist.

The old man moved his head and she submitted to a kiss, his hand still on her tit. The younger man took her glass from her hand and he pulled her skirt over her bum to her waist. I saw her buttocks rise as she assisted him. As his fingers rubbed the outside of her panties she let her legs fall open. Her eyes were now partly closed and she stayed still as the men groped and pawed her body. Almost simultaneously the men unzipped their flies and released two very hard and thick cocks. My wife, whose arms had been resting across her upper thighs, opened her eyes and gave a short gasp as she saw the bulging heads of two cocks and offered no resistance as each man took a hand and guided it to his weapon.

Now she was slowly and gently moving each man's foreskin over the purple helmets, her legs splayed wide for the watching audience. As they all watched, the other men quietly took out their own penises and slowly masturbated as they enjoyed the sight before them.

Outside in the garden I watched with disbelief - my wife, who had just let one man have his way with her had now let him persuade her to pleasure his friends and give them all a show. How far would she be prepared to go?

Suddenly the elder of the two men captured my attention as he beckoned to one of the spectators. The man rose from his seat and leaving his penis on view he walked and stood between my wife's legs. Very slowly he unfastened his trousers and removed them, together with his underwear. By now my wife had her eyes fully opened again and I could see her watching, her expression being one of fascination.

Slowly she continued to wank the men each side of her as she waited for the next move. The older man said something else and my wife's jaw dropped as the one in front of her knelt and began to remove her panties. Again she offered no resistance and helped by raising her hips as her panties slid down her thigh and were cast aside. I was further shocked to see that when her feet were released from the garment, without any prompting she once again let her knees move wide apart and fully opened her legs – she was willingly and obligingly giving the men maximum view – she was enjoying every minute of it!

She was asked a question – shyly she nodded her head and coloured up. The man between her legs who had been stroking her pussy straightened up and moved closer to her. His weapon stood proud in front of him and I could see my wife look with longing at it. He was going to fuck her while the others watched and while she masturbated the men next to her.

I watched as he pushed inside her and lifted her to the edge of the seat. After the first few thrusts his hands held her buttocks and again without being co-erced she lifted her legs and wrapped her stockinged thighs around his waist. I noticed too how she squeezed harder on the cocks in her hands and the expression of sexual ecstasy that swept across her face.

The one fucking her thrust deep and hard and I could see my wife look around at the masturbating audience with a slightly wicked smile. Who would have thought that my wife was such a wanton exhibitionist? She was obviously getting as much pleasure from being watched as she was from being fucked. The man continued fucking her as she kept him deep inside her by holding him with her thighs. Meanwhile as she used her hands on the seated men's cocks they in turn exposed her tits and kneaded and milked her nipples. She seemed to like the rough treatment – I have never seen my wife look so aroused and stimulated.

When the climax came for the man in the middle he froze and held on tight. The look on my wife's face became even more lewd as she felt the hot spunk shoot up into her vagina. She continued to wiggle her hips and arse until she thought every drop had been deposited inside her.

More shocks where to come. As the man withdrew his penis and moved aside my wife rotated her hips and gazed at the other men. She parted her knees and lifted her bum from the seat thereby opening her slit as though she was trying to thrust it forward. She was clearly begging for more! Leaving go of the older mans penis she suddenly spun over causing herself to drop to the carpet on her knees. Now she was between the younger mans legs still holding on to his dick. As she did so another man decided to be the next volunteer and moved forward. As my wife felt his hand touch her arse cheeks she lifted her hips and offered her arse up into the air.

I was beside myself with shock and horror – I was about to watch my wife being fucked doggy style while she sucked his friends cock.

I looked at the sight before me – her tits hanging below her open blouse – her skirt pulled over her hips to show her bare bottom thrust high in the air. I noticed how her thigh muscles tensed under those sexy stockings – waiting for the very hard and thick penis of another man about to enter her cunt. But most unbelievable of all was the sight of her mouth closing over the cock in front of her and her head bobbing up and down, sucking on it.

How could the woman I married do such a thing? Sneaking into closets and sheds in the dark after too much to drink was one thing – but here she was performing for an audience of men. And that was clearly adding to her pleasure. What if the man behind her had tried to stick it inside her arse – would she have let him?

For the next forty minutes I was in another world. It was like watching a bad dream whilst still being conscious but unable to react. I was numb and traumatised as I saw the men take turns to screw my wife, either in the cunt or in her mouth. I saw her shift position to accommodate the next cock and wiggle her arse as though impatient to feel the next. She let them grip her tits as they banged hard against her arse – one even spanked her as he fucked her doggy fashion. She was pulled to her feet and pressed against the wall while two men squeezed and bit her nipples one of them fucking her at the same time.

The finale was when she was positioned straight legged and bent forward leaning on the top of the sofa. The old man stood behind her and fucked her so slowly it was almost like watching a movie at half speed. He couldn't make it to climax – and so my wife turned and sinking to her knees she took him in her mouth and drank him dry. As the first spurt came out she held his cock inches away and let it splash on her tongue, as if to show the others that he had finally "got there."

I was awoken from my nightmare by the sound of a taxi entering the driveway. Quickly I ran from the premises unnoticed and back to my car – if the taxi was for my wife I wanted to get home before she did. Reaching home I was still in a zombie-like state – how was I going to handle this situation? 

It wasn't long before my wife alighted from the vehicle but there was something that puzzled me. Shouldn't the taxi have made it before I had – why had taken so long? Whilst I was wondering if my wife had also obliged the taxi driver she came rushing in said a quick "Hello" and shouted that she needed the bathroom. Now it was my move – but to do what?

Hearing her enter the bedroom I slowly walked upstairs to confront her. Images of the last couple of hours flitted across my mind. I entered the bedroom and stared at the woman I had married – my quiet, slightly prudish and sensible wife.




Party Surprise



She looked up, startled as she saw me; her hair messed up, her clothes dishevelled and make-up in need of attention. She had an expression of guilt on her face – I had caught her at a bad moment. Her skirt, which she had pulled up around her waist, exposed a pair of very damp panties that were now half way down her legs. She was unable to hide the fact that her stockings had "runs" and several stains. Overall, she looked like she had been dragged backwards through a hedge. It was apparent to her that there was no sensible explanation for the state she was in that was going to sound convincing. I had caught her about to hide the "evidence" – and she knew it!

"You're home later than what I thought you'd be," I commented as I watched her finish removing her panties. She dropped them behind her as though she hoped they would disappear.

"Sorry," she said very nervously. My wife looked absolutely shit scared and didn't know what to do next.

"So have you had a good time?" There was no sarcasm or threatening tone to my voice. My wife looked like she was waiting for a bomb to explode.

I know what I should have said next – I know what I should have done. Something inside me had changed, something unexpected had happened. I didn't want a confrontation – nor did I want let her know that I had been following her. For some reason unknown to me I didn't want her to confess and break down in tears. Why, I don't know but something inside me had changed – both mentally and physically. I wanted to fuck her!

Almost as a way of reassuring her I walked toward her and put my arms around her, then said. "Next time you go out you'll have to tell me how late you're going to be."

As I said it I slipped my hand beneath her skirt and gently massaged her bare arse cheeks, then I pulled her close so our groins touched. She looked both startled and confused as she felt my hard cock press against her tummy. With my other hand I unfastened her blouse and she began to shake as I uncovered her breasts that still had the marks of her rough treatment.

She was now really frightened – she would have to explain how she had come home in such a state. Squeezing her arse tighter and kissing her neck I provided the excuse for her.

"Look's like you've been a naughty girl and let some man's goodnight kiss get a little out of hand," I whispered. She stayed silent, still shaking.

"Is that what happened?" I asked more urgently.

She knew she would have to give some sort of answer and barely nodding her head she hissed, "Yes!"

My spare hand had meantime unfastened my trousers and I let them drop to ground. Stepping out of them I released the grip I had on my wife just long enough to remove my underwear. She looked more bewildered than ever as I lifted her skirt up and gazed at her well-used and still damp pussy. Seeing the ruined stockings and bare flesh of her legs then her red marked tits hanging over her tight bra gave me a feeling of intense sexual arousal. Pulling her toward me I raised her just enough to ram my cock inside her.

"Look's like he also managed to get his hand up your skirt too!" I said.

She began to sob and sniffle, "I'm sorry!" she whimpered.

I thrust harder and pushed my tongue in her ear, knowing it usually gave her a thrill.

"He's been a bit rough with you, hasn't he?" I whispered in her ear. "Did you have to fight him off?"

I saw her head nod slightly. "Did you enjoy it though?"

Again knowing she would have to give some sort of credible answer she admitted, "Some of it – I was a bit flattered that someone paid attention to me. I'm sorry! It was only a bit of groping and touching – nothing happened – it was just someone I got talking to."

Moving her harder and faster I lifted her by her arse and let her slowly drop down, impaled on my shaft – I could tell it was beginning to have an effect.

"Next time you will have to be a bit more careful, won't you?"

"Yes," she said, now in a much more calm voice. I could tell that her brain was racing trying to figure out if I meant the next time she goes out or the next time she allows a man to give her a goodnight kiss. "I will next time," she added. She wanted me to explain what I meant. As I fucked her standing up I could see she was puzzled by my casual attitude and wondered why I hadn't gone "ape-shit" over it. She was right to wonder, normally I would have "thrown a wobbler" in such a situation. However, I didn't even try to explain – I couldn't – even I didn't understand my attitude. All I knew was that I was incredibly turned on.

Walking my wife backwards and pushing her against the wall I fucked her hard and she began to respond. It was pure raw sex, I pummelled into her as she grabbed and hung on to me lifting her legs off the ground to wrap around my waist. I pulled my head back to enjoy the sight of her wanton whorish look as I saw her skirt round her waist and laddered stockings and tits hanging out of her bra. But it was the images and memory of what I had witnessed her do with the group of men that turned me on most.

My wife didn't know why she had got off so lightly and didn't know what had got me so aroused, but she now kept quiet and was probably thanking her lucky stars. The sex went on a long time and before we finished I turned her round and bent her over the chair – it was hard to believe my wife had recently allowed a gang of other men to do just this. As I fucked her I imagined another man in front of her pushing his cock into her mouth.

I could not believe that it had actually happened.

Over the coming weeks my wife was unusually quiet. I sensed, sometimes that she was still expecting a confrontation – waiting for that bomb to go off. She was never late home from work and never mentioned going out for the evening. I wondered whether maybe her close call had made reform and she thought it was too dangerous to indulge in illicit sex again.

I was still puzzled by my own feelings and I never mentioned the episode to her. But sex between us had become more frequent, more rampant and more spontaneous. Gone were the "I've got a headache" excuses – and she was more adventurous than she had ever been.

True I had pangs of anger and feelings of being betrayed – and feelings of total confusion – but for some reason I didn't want to do anything about it. The strongest feelings were the ones of sexual arousal every time I thought about those events.

Again, for reasons unknown I had stopped spying on my wife during her lunch breaks. Partly it was because I just didn't have the time or opportunity and partly it was because I knew I would eventually be spotted – and I didn't want to be. But imagination is a powerful thing – sometimes, when she dressed for work or I watched her changing when she came home I pictured what she might have been doing!

All this changed when one day she asked me to meet her at lunchtime. We had some business to attend to that required us both to be present. Arriving early I parked the car and waited outside of her offices, standing in the sunshine. When she walked out through the door I was just about to wave and beckon her when two young men approached her. They obviously knew her and started to chat – but I noticed that my wife looked very nervous and edgy.

She glanced around her and couldn't help but spot me so I quickly joined them hoping to catch some of the conversation before they knew of my presence or she warned them her husband was here. I just managed to catch a few words, "Not seen you for a while," "How about going for a stroll?" "Car is round the back if you'd prefer a drive." She looked very scared as she announced in a very loud voice, "This is my husband, you haven't met him before have you?"

The two men, probably in their early twenties turned sharply and forced a nervous smile. We were introduced and I could tell there was something amiss – you could almost smell the fright!

"So – how do you guys' know each other?" I asked forcing myself to sound casual and smiling.

They were all stuck for an answer and had to think hard.

"Oh, we just seem to run into each other a lot, either at the sandwich bar or in the restaurant at lunchtimes," said one of the boys.

"Yeah!" his friend agreed, "Or sat in the park by the fountain. We sometimes stop for a chat."

"Really?" I said, trying to disguise my disbelief. Now with what I knew about parks and my wife at lunchtimes alarm bells went off. As for my wife she looked very uncomfortable and worried. There was a little small talk before the young men went on their way – I almost heard my wife give a sigh of relief.

"You meet them for walks in the park then?" I asked.

"Not meet them, no! They are sometimes just there."

"Why did they mention the car, and going for a drive?" I pressed.

She coloured up and gulped as she explained, "A couple of times I let them drive me up to the reservoir to enjoy the view over the hills and countryside. It's only a few minutes drive and it's nice to get some fresh country air at lunchtime."

It was a reasonable explanation taken at face value but I couldn't help but feel that she was overdoing it. I knew the area; it was a popular spot for walks and picnics with winding paths and secluded viewpoints. I didn't think the men I had just met were the sort to be that keen on country walks and scenery. And like I've said, I had experience of what my wife does in parks. A quick glance told me that she was wishing that she hadn't been so truthful – as though it should have been kept secret.

I wanted to ask if they all sit in the car or whether they go walking down one of the paths, but I didn't. Imagination started to work, I felt my cock begin to rise.

We completed our business and returned to work. That night I felt especially turned on and fucked my wife several times throughout the evening. She didn't ask what had aroused me and was as keen and responsive as I. But for the next couple of days I felt very uneasy. I had an urge to be there when she met the young men. I made a point when I could of being near her office at lunchtime, however, it was all in vain, nothing happened. Though I did see the two young men hovering round – they too it seemed were keeping an eye out for my wife.

I figured that she wouldn't have risked seeing them too soon after them meeting me so I would provide her with a safe day. I told her one evening that I had to go way out of town to see a client and it would take all day and most of the evening. As far as she was concerned there was no chance of me turning up unexpected. She now had two chances to misbehave – lunchtime – or early evening.

The next day I managed to park the car near to her office but well enough out of the way so as not to be seen. Positioning myself at a good vantagepoint I patiently waited – it wasn't long before the two boys walked down the street and waited by my wife's office.

A few minutes later she strolled out of the building – and walked straight up to the young men. It was a spring day but chilly and my wife wore a long coat over a button down summer dress. In this part of the world you never know how the day is going to turn out weather wise so you have to dress accordingly. It was nice enough for a walk and they wandered down the street – I followed. I was taken by surprise; suddenly they got into a car and drove off. Cursing them I ran back to my vehicle and tried to catch them up – without success.

As I drove around I decided they may have gone to the reservoir – it was a bit obvious but worth a try. For all I knew they could have gone to someone's flat or house, I could have been on a wild goose chase.

As I arrived in the area I realised just how big it was and how many roads and paths left the main thoroughfare – it was a maze. I decided the best place to go was the highest point, so I could look down on most of the roads and picnic areas. Fortunately I'd had the sense to bring my binoculars so I reckoned if they were there I would eventually spot them.

Fifteen minutes I scanned the sights – and saw nothing. Maybe I had made a mistake and they weren't even here. Then I spotted them, all walking back to the car. Whatever they had been up to I had probably missed it. I watched them through the glasses, they reached the car and one man unlocked the door. The other pulled my wife to him and started to grope her and kiss her. The other one then came up behind them and put his hands under my wife's dress. For several minutes they touched her up and kissed her, pulled up her dress and put their hands between her legs, played with her tits. Until they were interrupted by a couple walking their dog. Then they were gone – I had missed the main show, I was too late.

Sitting in the car I asked myself why I felt disappointed – if I wanted evidence I had got it. Why did I want to see more? Why was my wife letting every man she happened to meet fuck her? Why was it always more than one? Was she a hooker or a nymphomaniac? Why was my cock hard?

I spent the afternoon sitting in a café drinking coffee and thinking. When it was time for my wife to finish work I decided to go and meet her and tell her I had got back early. I was shocked to see the two men waiting outside the office – she was meeting them again.

This time I was ready, when she came out and climbed into the car I followed them at a safe distance. They drove back to the reservoir, which surprised me somewhat. Now it was deserted as the cool spring evening was closing in, only a few people where still about. They parked in a little clearing near a bench and my wife got out to admire the view. Putting the car out of sight I took my binoculars and crept through the undergrowth. I managed to get so near to them that the glasses weren't really necessary. My wife sat on the bench and I decided that if I climbed up the banking I would have a good sideways view of the seat and the car.

The two men got out of the vehicle and joined my wife on the seat, one each side of her. Nothing happened for a while, I was beginning to think they had just come to take in the evening air, they just chatted. Then I saw my wife unfasten her coat and pull it aside – her dress was already unbuttoned – all the way down. Her underwear was on show for the men, I could see it even from where I was sitting, bra, bare flesh, panties, and stockings. I knew the outfit was one of her most see-through ones.

The men wasted no time, one put his hand inside her panties while the other lifted her tits from her bra and sucked on them. She cradled their heads as she lay back enjoying the treatment. I was able, with the help of the glasses to see most of the action. For a while she let them feel her up and I saw her squirm and wriggle against the man's fingers – she held the others head as he licked, sucked and, I suspected sometimes bit, on her nipples.

Once again I expressed disbelief that this was the same woman I had married. I sat down in the undergrowth, watching. My hand had gone to my zip and found myself pulling out my stiff cock and slowly stroking the foreskin up and down. Had my wife developed a penchant for sex in unusual situations – was she a nymphomaniac wanting lots of different lovers? Had she always been like this? But why didn't I want to stop it? Why did I feel intense jealousy and betrayal yet so much excitement and arousal I let it carry on?

Now as I watched one of them began to remove her panties, sliding them down her thighs. I could tell trousers were being unfastened and looked through the glasses to confirm it. Her hands became busy as she pulled on their cocks – then her head went down to suck one. My own hand worked faster as I watched.

Suddenly they all jumped and looked startled – something had scared them. Quickly they all sat upright and as my wife closed her coat around her the men put away their weapons. They had been disturbed by the sound of a man approaching – I watched as they sat pretending to admire the view, the man glancing with a suspicious look at the woman between two men. As the man shouted his dog and moved off I wondered whether he would be curious enough to hide somewhere, in the hope he would see the woman have sex with the men. Somehow that thought made me feel even more aroused – another stranger watching my wife letting two men have their way with her. Bizarrely I wished I were able to watch the man, watch my wife being fucked.

If he had hidden he would have been lucky. It was only a couple of minutes later when my wife let her coat slip open to expose her almost naked body. Her pants had gone which made it even more erotic to see her body be uncovered. Here she was in the countryside with two men, apparently fully dressed with a long coat then suddenly exhibiting her-self for their pleasure.

They wasted no time – I watched amazed as they both simultaneously unfastened their trousers and took out their cocks. As one sat upright on the bench, dick in hand, my wife moved over his knee and lifted the coat – her bare arse was over his cock and they shuffled about until she was impaled on him. I felt my heart race as the other now stood in front of her, his penis in line with her mouth. She was letting them both have her at the same time! It was almost too much to bear as I watched her open her mouth and then her hand reach out to close around his dick. I sat mesmerised in the undergrowth watching her arse buck up and down and her head bob back and forth as she sucked and gobbled the man. 

I fantasised about where that cock she was sat on had entered her body. Though I well knew it in her vagina I wondered whether she would have objected to it being in her anus. From what I was learning about my wife anything was possible. My excitement grew and though still horrified at my wife's behaviour I allowed myself to be consumed with the amazing voyeuristic pleasure of secretly watching. When I finally succumbed to ejaculation it was especially intense. 

As the evening light faded and people had long since left, my wife and the young men whom where by now almost in silhouette reached the pinnacle of their debauched outdoor display –it was time for me to leave. 

I drove around for a while trying to reconcile my reaction to what I had discovered but to no avail. Thinking about it only made pictures come into my head – and caused my cock to grow hard. Although I had told my wife I would be away for most of the evening I decided to go home now. I figured she would be home and eating a meal which would give me chance to keep out of her way until I had composed myself and could act "normal."

I was shocked and surprised to discover she still wasn't home, as I drove up to the house it was in darkness. Feeling even more betrayed than ever I turned the heating up and had a quick shower. Dried and changed, I walked into the living room to find she still hadn't appeared. Then I heard the rear door open as she almost sneaked in. 

She was bedraggled and untidy – and when she saw me she also looked scared. Where had she been since I left her – or more to the point what had she been doing – and with whom?

"You look a bit worse for wear," I said quietly. She didn't know how to reply then finally she responded.

"I've just had a hard day – I'll go and have a shower."

As she tried to make a quick exit I stepped forward and pulled her back. She protested and turned away from me but taking hold of her coat and pulling it from her shoulders to trap her arms by her side she fell silent. Her dress was buttoned badly, some wrong buttonholes had been used, other buttons left undone. What appeared to be grass stains marked the material. She looked down at herself – and began to cry – like a naughty girl who had just been caught in the act. She knew this would be impossible to explain. I snapped open the top buttons of her dress and she looked again at the damning evidence of red marks and rough treatment. As I suddenly tore open the rest of her dress she yelled and sobbed even more loudly. She tried to stop me from seeing the most incriminating piece of evidence - her panties had not been replaced.




Party Surprise



There she stood before me – as I held the coat open I looked at my sobbing wife. Just home from work – late – with stained dress buttoned wrong, red marks on her tits, ruined stockings, without panties – smelling of sex. I put my hand between her legs and felt along her slit - she was soaking wet and as the aroma of juices and sperm reached our nostrils she became yet more despondent. Wickedly I held my fingers under her nose and as her mouth opened with her sobs I inserted two into her mouth and wiped them across her tongue.

I was beyond rational behaviour as I calmly pushed her back against the sofa and without uttering a word I unfastened my trousers and let them fall to the ground. Still holding on to her coat, trapping her arms against her side I released my throbbing cock from my underwear. She looked startled and as her mouth fell open I quickly tore her coat off and instead gathered the two halves of the dress and used them to restrain her. She was confused and bewildered but could not speak; she just cried and sobbed with despair. Now though there was a certain alarm in her expression, her eyes darted from mine down to my cock then she gazed inquiring at me through her tears.

I looked her up and down – never had I seen such a sexually arousing sight. Fresh from having men fuck her she was naked under her clothes still smelling of sex and completely at my disposal. The fact she was sobbing and guilt-ridden and obviously frightened of resisting my advances made it ever more erotic.

Grabbing my cock I placed it between her legs and pushed into the moist hole. Pushing hard I pulled her tits from her bra and bit hard on her nipple. She screamed and her head shot back as my spare hand went behind to find her bum hole. Inserting a finger in her arse I fucked away bouncing her off the sofa. Then releasing the dress I held her by the hair and forced her to look me straight in the eye as I pummelled away.

She cried and screamed but beside the look of fright and anguish there was something else in her expression – something in her eyes. Through the tears I could see pleasure – a strange perverse sort of pleasure. She loved cock, lots of cock, lots of different men, at the same time, some fucking some watching, sometimes rough - she was willing for almost anyone! 

I exploded inside her and her hands tightened around my head as I sucked hard on her nipples. She kept bucking – she wanted her own climax. It was another two minutes before she finally sank down on her knees sobbing.

I walked away and had another shower then came downstairs to find my wife drinking coffee in the kitchen.

"The bathroom's all yours," I said. "You go and refresh yourself and I'll order us both some food. I don't think either of us feel like cooking now. Then I'll have an early night."

My wife rose to leave the room looking confused but saying nothing. When she had gone I made myself a coffee and wondered. Would life for us be able to carry on after this? Can a marriage survive after undergoing such a drastic change? Would her illicit sex now stop – did I want it to?

It was time to order some food.



Party Surprise



My wife and I were throwing our first Halloween party on the Saturday of the weekend before Halloween. My wife had gotten excited about the idea a month and a half before Halloween, excited about the different foods that could be made, the decorating, the invitations, her costume...

Me? Not really excited, but if she wanted to throw a party I was willing to support her, knowing full well that most of the cooking would be on my shoulders.

My wife, Vicki, chose my costume for me. It was a wizard's robe and a staff that made thunder sounds with a flashing ball on top. I wasn't against it since I am into fantasy books and the robe looked comfortable enough to wear through a party, being quite loose fitting.

She also chose her own costume, which got my first bit of excitement about the Halloween party started. She had gotten a short little schoolgirl skirt, a white button down shirt, a large lollypop and some pom-pom things for her hair. In short she was going to be a sexy little, innocent, schoolgirl. 

When she first tried on the whole outfit, I thought my cock was going to tear a hole through my pants as it hardened up. My wife is half Spanish, with a rich olive skin tone year round, long black hair that she had in pony tails, soft thick lips, impossibly long legs, round ass, and pert breasts.

I couldn't resist immediately pouncing on her pinning her to the floor and as she giggled I pulled her panties down her legs.

Four years of marriage on top of six years of dating and we still acted like kids, still excited about the whole concept of sex with each other. 

I dove underneath her skirt with my eagerly probing tongue outstretched as Vicki squirmed beneath me as if trying to resist the attack. 

She was wet from checking herself out in the mirror and noting my excitement from her outfit and I quickly began lapping up her juices as her squirm side to side turned to humping up into my face.

I slid my tongue along her lips and delved it into her hot hole causing her to gasp. I ran my tongue up her slit and began caressing her clit with the tip of my tongue. She quickly came flooding my mouth with even more of her juices.

I continued licking her gently as she moaned and whimpered her appreciation as I began to open my pants.

Once my cock had sprung free I pulled back and spun my wife over and lifted her up to her knees. She reached back and flipped her skirt up revealing her beautiful ass to my view.

I kneeled behind her and lined my cock up with her moist opening, and then pressed forward.

I groaned as I sank into her, her pussy was still so tight that I would almost swear she had found a way to renew her virginity after every time we had sex.

I began to pump myself back and forth inside of her enjoying the warmth and tightness of her sex as it gripped and squeezed my cock.

As I slowly began to approach my orgasm, I began picking up my pace, slamming my cock into her with greater force and speed.

Vicki began meeting my every thrust, letting a little moan escape her lips every time I trusted deeply into her. 

I reached beneath her with on hand and began to stroke her clit in time to my thrusts. 

The volume of Vicki's moans began to increase as the tempo of my thrusts increased speed. Suddenly I felt her vagina pulse around my cock squeezing it tight enough to make me gasp.

Vicki let loose a scream and began pushing herself back and forth on my cock as rapidly and forcefully as she could.

It was only a couple of her orgasm pushes and pulses of her pussy around my cock before I felt the cum boiling up from my balls. I gripped her hips with both my hands and began ramming myself into her even harder than before.

Vicki continued to whimper as I pounded her still spasming pussy, and then I suddenly felt my cock pulse and twitch. I pulled her ass tight to me, burying my cock as deeply as possible into her warm wetness as the cum began shooting up through my shaft.

As the cum shot out of the head of my cock into my wife's wonderful vagina I yelled and cursed holding her tight to me.

As the waves of orgasm began to subside I pulled out and began to lie beside Vicki before she laughed pulling herself away from me.

"Watch-out, I don't want to have to clean you cum off of this before the party."

Vicki quickly slipped the skirt off throwing it onto the bed before laying he head on my shoulder to snuggle against me on the floor.

"Thought a couple of cum stains would authenticate it." I said smiling.

"Funny." She responded poking me in the ribs. " I take it you like my costume."

"It's alright." I said holding my hand and tilting it side to side.

"Yeah, that was not the reaction of 'alright'." Vicki says as she quickly covers my mouth with her lips to end any come back I could think of.

The weeks leading up to the party slipped by quickly making getting everything ready seem near impossible.

The night before the party Vicki; her brother, Stan; and I stayed up until 3 am decorating and doing the pre-party day cooking. 

The day of the party was spent with final party preparations, cooking the food that could not be cooked in advance, last touch decorations, and then cleaning so we could say, 'sorry its such a mess, but we just haven't gotten around to cleaning up'.

The party was scheduled to start at 7:00 and we finished the cleaning just in time to hop in the shower. I got out first and began heating the 'bat wings' (buffalo wings), and the 'fingers' (cocktail wieners in chili).

At 10 minutes before 7:00 I hear the first knock at the door. I let in one of my wife's relatives and a friend of my brother who happened to arrive at the same time, early. 

It may seem strange, but I hate when people arrive early for a party. I would rather everyone arrived 10 to 15 minutes late to be honest.

By 7:15 most everyone had arrived and I was finally able to go back up stairs and don my costume. I had to resist taking my wife as I noticed her putting the final touches on her costume.

She noted me pulling on my robe over a pair of pants and she shook her head.

"Don't wear the pants." She said with a mischievous smile.

"Are you kidding?" I asked raising my brow.

"You'll still have your boxers on. Might be fun later." She hinted before turning to go greet guests.

Well with that kind of incentive what do you think I did?

I quickly pulled my pants down and off, and then pulled the robe on the rest of the way. The robe was pretty loose fitting and I smiled at myself in the mirror as I decided to up the ante.

I quickly pulled off my boxers and was soon naked beneath the robe.

I immediately got hard as the soft fabric of the robe brushed my genitals. Fortunately the robe was thick and loose enough to cover for such a thing.

I made my way down stairs and began making the rounds through our guests. I met up with Vicki and she let me know that John and Terry had called to ask if their son and daughter could each bring a guest to which my wife said 'of course'.

John and Terry had used to work at the same company my wife and I did. Four years ago at Vicki's and my wedding their kids, Eric and Lisa had been the ring bearer and Junior Bride's maid. Eric had been 13 at the time, and Lisa had been 14. We hadn't seen any of them in nearly 3 years.

The two places with the best and most decorating had been our newly re-finished basement, and our garage. To try and ensure that everyone saw everything we set up the majority of the food in the basement, and the drinks in the garage. Also in the garage were tables set-up for Black Jack and Poker.

Vicki and I began sitting with people together so that we could enjoy each other's company some while talking to our guests. 

A little after Eight John, Terry, Eric, & Lisa arrived with Eric and Lisa's guests. It was amazing how much Eric and Lisa had grown since we had seen them.

Eric had grown to be taller than me, and his voice had deepened significantly, with him he had his girlfriend, a shy looking girl named Stacy. They had come in matching pirate costumes.

Lisa had blossomed into a young woman, she looked like a younger version of her mother, and that resulted into a very pretty face, and nice body. She had to be driving the guys wild in school. She had brought a friend, Vanessa, who was taller, but also another high school knockout. The two of them must have had quite a following through the school hallways. The two had matching gothic looking costumes, with tall boots, fishnet stocking, halter-tops, and short skirts.

Lisa and I talked with John and Terry for a while as their kids and their friends moved on into the party, getting some food and drinks for themselves. After a while John got interested in a pool game occurring in our bar area, and Vicki and Terry wandered to continue their conversation on a couch.

"Hey, you up for a game of poker?" My brother Stan asked.

"Sure, let me hit the bathroom and I'll be right in." I responded. 

I always seemed to lose, but since we weren't going to be playing for money that didn't matter to me, so it would just be fun.

I let Vicki know where I was going to be before I went to the bathroom, and when I came back out, Vicki and Terry had moved off somewhere else.

I went to the garage and took the last remaining seat at the poker table.

The chips had already been evenly distributed and they were only waiting for me to begin dealing. 

My brother, two of his friends, a guy from work, and Eric were all seated around the table.

"You know how to play?" I asked Eric.

"How do you think I pay for better lunches at school?" Eric asked.

The first couple of hands didn't show any promise at all and I folded immediately. I then had one or two hands that had some hope, but didn't pan out to anything in the end.

As the sixth hand was being dealt I laid out my blind bid, and felt a delicate caress on my left leg, just under my robe. I covered my shocked surprise from anyone to see, but squirmed slightly.

As the cards continued to be dealt, the hand traveled up my leg underneath my robe, until the hand encountered my nut sack. 

Fingernails lightly slid along my ball flesh causing me to shiver slightly.

Vicki loves to try and embarrass me by exciting me in public. She had never been so bold as this, but it wasn't out of her character. I couldn't look down and say anything, as it would make my position more embarrassing.

She must have snuck under the table before everyone else had gotten here; I was impressed with her patience. 

As I tried to shift my concentration to the cards I had been dealt, I felt the robe being pushed up my leg to reveal my hard cock.

For a moment I thought I heard a gasp of surprise, and I looked around to see if anyone else at the table had noticed anything, but everyone else seemed intent on the game.

I now realized the real reason Vicki had her brother and I move such a large table into the garage for the poker table, why she had run spare rugs along the floor, and why the table cloth was so long.

Her hand slid light fingertips along my cock shaft causing my cock to twitch, and making it very difficult to not gasp with pleasure.

Lightly she stroked my cock, just brushing it really, with her hand wrapped around my shaft. The sensation was exciting and tantalizing. Slowly she tightened her grip until she was really jerk my cock, making me want to be able to moan.

I knew was beginning to leak cum from my cock, and yet there wasn't anything I could do about it as I tried to maintain a calm expression of paying attention to the game at hand.

I felt hair brush my thighs, and then the soft delicate touch of the tip of her tongue licking the head of my cock, licking up my leakage. Her tongue began lightly caressing my cock head, tentatively, almost like she didn't know what she was doing.

Vicki is great at giving me head, but this felt like someone who hadn't done it before; she was playing the part of innocent schoolgirl to the hilt! It caused my cock to harden even more, and a little more cum seeped out.

Slowly she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, and then sucked gently on it. 

I briefly closed my eyes, but had to re-open them immediately to prevent suspicions from anyone else around the table.

Slowly, tentatively I felt her slide my cock into her mouth. She got about three quarters of the way down before she paused. She slid her tongue up and down my shaft a couple of times before sliding her lips back up to the head of my cock.

Slowly she slipped her lips back down my shaft, as her fingers began delicately caressing my balls. 

She got her lips a little further down my shaft, before she paused again and then started back up. It was like she was re-training herself to take my entire cock into her mouth.

Slowly she got further and further down my shaft until I could feel her chin resting on my balls. I felt more than heard her moan around my cock, as the vibrations traveled through my shaft.

She began bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, slowly increasing her speed. I could feel her light moans as she sucked my cock thankful that my cock was muffling her from other's hearing.

I kept folding, no matter my hand, as I there was no way to concentrate on what I was dealt. I was having a hard enough time not moaning and lifting my hips off the chair to meet the mouth sucking my cock.

I began to feel the cum boil in my balls as I felt all my body's muscles begin to tighten with excitement.

Then my wife Vicki stepped into the garage and looked at me.

The cum shot up my shaft into the mouth sucking me off as the shock hit me. I was able to school my expression so no one else knew, but Vicki's eye's told me she knew that I was cumming.

I couldn't tell if she was mad, but there was no way to explain that I had thought it was she.

The mouth around my cock sucked up all my juices and swallowed them quickly. Then my robe was slowly pulled back down to cover my cock.

I played a couple more hands to recover my breath, still not looking underneath the table to give anything. Vicki left the garage after giving me a meaningful look.

Finally I begged off from the game, and got up to leave.

Shortly after everyone else got up to leave as well, came over to me, still giving me a look I couldn't translate.

"Meet me up stairs." She whispered in my ear.

Meekly, now knowing for sure I was in trouble, I made my way up the stairs to our bedroom, figuring tonight the best I could hope for was to be sleeping on the couch.

After waiting about 10 minutes Vicki came upstairs followed by Lisa, and her friend Vanessa with their heads hung.

"Look who I found under the poker table after everyone left." Vicki said sternly.

"Look honey, I didn't... I thought it was you!" I stammered out quickly.

Vicki held up her hand in a shushing gesture, and I stopped trying to make excuses.

"I know." She said finally looking at me with a small understanding smile. " I was angry at first, but I know you better than that, so I figured I better catch the real culprits."

Lisa and Vanessa both had their eyes locked on the floor in front of them guilt plainly written on the their faces.

"The rest of the party is breaking up, everyone is going home, including your parents, Lisa." Vicki said, " I asked them if it was okay if you and your friend spent the night."

"We're sorry, we didn't mean..." Lisa begins her eyes plaintive.

"To give my husband a blowjob? To behave like sluts? To lie?"

Both girls immediately clam up not knowing how to respond to that question.

"You are both 18, you are both adults, you should act like them." Vicki continued sternly. " Do you know what your parents would say?"

Lisa's head snapped up and her eyes were wide open, " You didn't..."

"Not yet, but I haven't decided not to." Vicki said. " Can I talk to you a moment alone honey?"

I followed Vicki to our bathroom, leaving the two girls standing in our bedroom.

"So how was she?" Vicki asks quietly her eyes alight.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"How was she?"

"Ah, alright..." I said trying to keep myself from getting into trouble again.

"Be honest, I want to know." Vicki pressed.

"Inexperience, but good. Like you, when we first dated."

"Which one was it?"

"No clue, I never looked under the table."

"That was pretty hot, once I got over my anger." Vicki confessed.

"Really?"

"Well, you weren't far wrong to think it was me, I mean it is something I would do..." Vicki said with smile.

"I had thought you set things up so you could do it, the large table, the long table cloths, and the carpets..."

"I had good reasons for all of those things. I want to try something, so just go along with it." Vicki finally said before leading me out of the bathroom.

We came back into the room and the girls quickly ended some whispering conversation they had been having in our absence.

"So who was it?" Vicki asked.

I noted how sexy she looked, looking angry but wearing the schoolgirl costume with the innocent pigtails. I didn't know how she was so intimidating in that outfit, but both girls looked very cowed.

Lisa tentatively rose her hand, " It was me, don't blame Vanessa."

"What made you do it?" Vicki asked.

"I, uh, well I had told Vanessa how I had a crush on Mr. Stevens back when you guys were getting married, and well when we saw you and Mr. Stevens still looked so hot."

I quickly had to keep myself from blushing from the compliment, while my wife would occasionally call me hot, no other woman had ever really thought of me as 'hot'.

"Then we overheard about the poker game, and we thought it would be funny to sneak underneath the table, and surprise everyone or something." Vanessa added.

"But when Mr. Steven's sat down we..."

"Lisa put her hand up his robe a little bit and found out he wasn't wearing pants."

Vicki looked a little guilty at this but Lisa continued.

"We knew he really couldn't react given the situation so we got curious and I ran my hand further up his leg until I reached his... balls, finding out he didn't have any underwear."

Now it was my turn to look a little guilty as Vicki looked over at me.

"Well we really haven't... you know, so I helped her lift his robe up over his crotch. When we saw it..." Vanessa's eyes seemed to glaze a little.

"I couldn't help but to reach out and touch it, and before long I was stroking it."

"Then I saw him start to leak, and I pointed it out to Lisa."

At this point I could see the blush in Vanessa's and Lisa's faces and I knew they were getting excited reliving the memory. I knew my cock was hard in memory and was thankful the robe was covering it up.

"I didn't want to make a mess and I had heard that girls sometimes stuck penises in their mouths so I licked it. It tasted so... I just had to have more. I couldn't resist once I got started, and then it didn't all fit, so I had to keep trying until I got him all the way into my mouth. I was so turned on..." Lisa babbled breathlessly, her sexual distress had become quite clear, and I figured it likely that if she kept going she might come standing right there.

"That's enough." Vicki finally said holding up her hand and forestalling any more explanation. 

I could tell the way her nipples were trying to poke through her thin blouse was exciting her.

"We're sorry." Lisa and Vanessa say as one.

"As I said before, you are both adults, and part of being adults is having sexual desires, and sexual relations. Also part of being an adult is having those activities with full partner consent. Do you understand?"

"I think so." Lisa said quietly.

"It wasn't wrong to have sex, it was wrong to take advantage of someone with sex." Vicki continued looking at both girls.




Party Surprise



"We understand. We won't do it again."

"Alex, do me a favor and remove your robe." Vicki said turning from the girls and looking at me.

I paused a moment but since I had already agreed to go along with whatever Vicki had planned I do as she asked and was soon standing there wearing nothing.

Both Lisa's and Vanessa's eyes were locked on my hard cock.

"Now you girls owe, Mr. Stevens and myself. Remove your costumes."

The girls hesitated, but only a second before they quickly stripped themselves. 

In a matter of moments they stand side by side, completely nude, their soft round breasts in full view along with their young vagina's with small bushes of dark hair. They both looked very shy and unsure, but willing to see where this went.

"Lisa, you gave oral pleasure to my husband, I now expect the same for me."

"Yes'mam." Lisa said bobbing her head.

"Lay on the bed." Vicki ordered.

Lisa quickly lay down on the bed; my wife pulled her panties off from under her skirt. She then got up on the bed and straddled Lisa's face and slowly lowered herself to Lisa's mouth.

I could see Lisa's tongue reaching out for my wife's cunt before my wife had covered it, and I could tell by my wife's expression that Lisa's tongue was being the same gentle tool of pleasure on her that it had been on me.

"Vanessa, do you want to suck Mr. Steven's penis?"

"Yes'mam!" Vanessa responded excitedly.

"Then get on your knees, girl." Vicki encouraged.

Vanessa got on her knees in front of me, and delicately gripped my shaft in her hand. 

Her hand was nice and cool and excited me from the touch immediately.

I watched her as she tentatively took the head of my cock into her mouth. Once she had it in her mouth she bathed the head of my cock with her tongue, with slow swirling strokes that quickly had my cock twitching. 

The head of my cock was leaking freely and Vanessa moaned around it as she licked up my leakage.

"Go ahead and take more." I urged her.

Vanessa looked up, with large innocent looking eyes as she slid her lips slowly down my shaft. She got about as far as Lisa had before her expression said she was fighting her gag reflex.

"It's alright." I encouraged. " Ease off a little and then relax before you try again."

Vanessa smiled up at me and then she lifted her lips up and then lowered them again, this time she managed to get the entire thing.

I had never seen a girl deep throat in so few attempts, but here she was with her nose buried in my pubic hair, moaning around my entire shaft.

I looked up to see my wife removing her blouse; her eyes closed as she rode Lisa's tongue and tweaked her own nipples. Her eyes opened briefly and she locked eyes with mine, and then smiled before lowering her mouth down to Lisa' vagina.

I had never seen my wife with another woman, and as far as I knew she never had, but the moment her tongue reached for Lisa's clit Lisa began screaming into my wife's cunt.

Meanwhile Vanessa was continuing to bob her head on my cock and picking up speed and I knew it would be difficult to hold back much longer so I gently pushed her back.

She looked up at me with a hurt expression, which I quickly replaced with an excited one as I pushed her back on to the floor and dove face first into her wet vagina.

I let my tongue the entire length of her slit and she practically squealed her excitement as her hips bucked up to meet me.

I ran my tongue back and forth long her slit, circling but not going directly over her clit or hole. Her hips bounced up and swayed side to side; encouraging my tongue to hit either of the two targets I was just missing.

I heard my wife's familiar moans of orgasm, and took that as my cue. I trapped Vanessa's clit between my lips and flicked it rapidly with my tongue.

With a strength I didn't expect from her lean frame Vanessa's legs clamped to my head, as her hips humped into my face, as she began to scream in orgasm.

I gently lapped at Vanessa's vagina allowing her to ride the subsequent waves of pleasure as she bucked up into them whimpering.

I slowly withdrew to see my wife and Lisa both smiling down from the bed at us.

"I think she liked it." Vicki said, causing Vanessa's eyes to snap open.

"I've never been..." Vanessa began.

"I know, guys in high school." Vicki answered with a smile, " They only think of fucking as sex."

"I may not only think of fucking, but I certainly would like some of that now." I said with a smile, my hard penis jutting out from me.

"Well, Lisa, just had her birthday last week, I think maybe..." Vicki said and Lisa's eyes immediately lit up.

I crawled up on the bed but Vicki pushed me back into the pillows. " It may be her birthday gift, but she still owes you for taking you with out your permission."

I laid back and Lisa crawled forward so that she was straddling me. She then began to slide herself back and forth on my cock. 

Her eyes closed as her cunt lips wrapped around my shaft, and she let out a little whimper each time the head of my cock pressed against her clit.

After several strokes that left her shivering and my cock leaking freely she lifted herself up and reached between us. She pointed the head of my cock for her love canal and slowly began to lower herself down on it.

She was incredibly hot, wet, and tight and the grip on my shaft was incredible as I saw my wife's and Vanessa's eyes glued to where my cock was entering Lisa.

I saw a slight grimace cross Lisa's face and then she pushed herself down hard on me completely impaling herself.

I leaned up and whispered in her ear, " Are you a virgin?"

"Was." She responded slightly breathlessly and smiling as I leaned back into the pillows.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife straddle Vanessa's face as she lowered her tongue down to Vanessa's cunt. Their rhythmic moans soon joined mine and Lisa's as Lisa began to raise and lower herself on my cock.

Lisa started slowly, lifting herself up until just the head of my cock was inside of her, and then slowly lowering herself back down onto my shaft as she moaned. After several long slow strokes Lisa began to pick up speed and her moans began to turn to excited whimpers.

I reached between us and began to lightly rub her clit with my thumb. She began to push herself down hard and sliding back with every thrust, trying to rub her pelvis against mine as her orgasm approached. I began to feel her vagina muscles contract around my cock as her orgasm began to take her, and her whimpers quickly turned to screams as she shoved herself up and down my cock repeatedly.

I could feel that I was close and as my cock began to twitch I grabbed Lisa's hips and began ramming my cock up into her vagina as I pulled her down on me. With a roar of a yell I slammed my cock as deep into her as possible and shot my load deep into her.

She must have felt the cum splash inside of her, or my cock twitching because she moaned loudly with me as another orgasm hit her.

As our moans began to subside my wife and Vanessa drowned us out as they came into each other's mouths.

Lisa leaned her head against my chest as she breathed deeply trying to catch her breath with my still twitching cock buried inside of her still spasming vagina.

Slowly my wife rolled off of Vanessa and the two of them crawled up onto the bed to join Lisa and myself. Lisa finally got the strength to roll off of me and as my wife curled against my right side, Lisa laid on my left, and Vanessa laid on my wife's right side.

"I am so glad we came to your party." Vanessa said as we all began to drift off to sleep.



Party Surprise



The only reason I could give for what happened was that I was in a real pisser of a mood before I even went to that stupid garden party. I wouldn't have gone at all, but it was a charity event, I'd paid my money and I knew that the organisers were counting on idiots like me to fork out a bit more at the actual party.

So I went along, exchanging inanities with a group of people who, on the most part, I didn't know and had no desire to know. The organisers proved themselves to be fools, skimping on the party, apparently to show how social conscious they were. They'd have done a lot better lashing out a bit and then raking in the donations from a happy crowd.

I wandered around, seeing people and being seen, which is the main purpose of these parties, charity aside. Finally, fed up to the teeth with the whole affair and knowing I couldn't really fade away for another couple of hours I slipped into the house to take a break. 

I finished up in the library, looking out at the crowd, watching the ever changing faces as the party seethed with movement. I could see pretty young things move to the edge of the event, only to be swept up by gallant beaus or wolves on the make and dragged back into the turmoil.

Stately dowagers would circle around, looking down their collective noses at the lesser types mingling before them. Wealthy businessmen net-worked, hoping to increase their net-worth and people from the entertainment industry peacocked about, desperate to be seen.

I was standing at the library window watching all this, scotch in hand and cynicism in mind, when Pam came into the library. I quite liked Pam. She was a lovely little thing. Married of course and I thought she could have done better. She was actually rather an exotic looking creature, and I suspected a touch of Asian blood somewhere in the past had given her those slanted eyes. 

"Tony," she said. "I noticed that you'd vanished. What are you doing here?"

"Standing, watching and wondering," I said. "Come over here."

Pam came over and I moved her in front of me, indicating she should look out at the madding throng.

"Look at them," I said. "Trying to see everything and as a result seeing nothing. They ache to be seen, to be noticed, but fail to realise that they themselves should be seeing and noticing. We're standing in the window and not one of them will notice us."

Pam laughed. "That's partly due to the fact that it's sunny outside and dark in here. All you can see if you look at the windows is reflections."

"True," I murmured. "Put your hands on the window and lean forward and look at the crowd." 

Pam did as I'd told her, leaning forward to examine the crowd.

"See them out there, mingling around. If they stopped to look they might notice your face looking out at them, but they'd never notice me behind you doing this."

The 'this' I was referring to was my pushing up Pam's short dress and pulling her panties down. She gave a startled yelp and tried to move away but she was off balance, leaning up against the window and trapped by me.

My hand moved between her legs, cupped her mound and started massaging her.

"Here you are, being seduced by me, and they see nothing. Very soon I'll be inside you and you will be watching a hundred people walk past while I take you. Blind, all of them."

Even while I spoke my hands were busy, touching forbidden places and enjoying it. Easing Pam's lips apart my fingers encroached even further, probing her secret places, enjoying the feel of her. Eventually I realised that Pam was saying something.

"Sorry, Pam," I apologised. "I was concentrating on doing things like this," I demonstrated, "and wasn't really listening to you. Could you start again?"

"I was asking you what the hell you think you're playing at and to let go of me this instant," snapped Pam.

"Don't be silly. It's not going to happen. Just relax for a while and feel the pleasure."

I continued to stroke her, my fingers sending back little tactile messages, letting me know the state of her excitement. It was building rapidly from what I could tell. Pam squirmed under me, trying to break free, but she really was in a hopeless position.

Deciding it was time, I unzipped, feeling Pam freeze slightly at the sound of the zipper sliding.

"Tony, you're not seriously thinking of taking me are you?" she whispered.

My answer was to stretch her lips apart and ease my cock into position, Pam started squirming and wriggling in earnest now, but I wasn't having that sort of nonsense. I gave a sharp spank to her bottom.

"Stop that wriggling," I told her. "You can start wriggling and squirming when I'm safely in you."

Pam froze again at the spank, and I took the opportunity to slip my cock between her lips and press forward. I heard an indignant squeak from Pam and then she was wriggling again, trying to stop me from entering properly.

She was on a loser there. While she wriggled I held still, enjoying the feel of her rubbing against my cock. Any time she paused I'd push forward a little more, slowly sinking further in.

Finally I was in deep enough that one firm push would see me home. I took hold of Pam's hips and held them, telling her to hold still for a moment. She did and I gave a final determined push and slotted fully home.

I actually groaned with relief.

"Thank you," I told her. "I really needed this."

"Well I didn't," Pam snapped back at me. "Take it out again."

"What? Deprive all those people of a wonderful scene, even if they are too blind to notice it? Don't be silly."

I pulled back part way and then returned quickly, hearing Pam gasp. Another quick hard thrust, and then I held still. Looking at Pam's dress I could see it was a light sun dress. Ideal for the party, but it seemed to me to be a bit skimpy on top. A bra would spoil the lines of it.

"Excuse me," I murmured, reaching around and tugging at the top of the dress. It had an elasticized band around the top to stop it slipping off. Not a great deal of help when someone actually pulls it down. Pam's cute little breasts popped into view.

"Excuse me?" she said, sounding astonished that I'd be so polite.

"I believe in being polite where possible," I pointed out, taking hold of her breasts at the same time. "And talking of politeness, it would be considered polite if you moved with me when I push into you like this."

I gave a slow thrust, pressing deep into her before relaxing and pulling back a little.

"You have lovely breasts, you know," I said. "Firm, but soft, with a silky texture to the skin."

With my hands now pleasantly occupied, I started a slow assault on Pam's pussy, gently pressing home and withdrawing, giving her time to get the feel of me. My little lecture on politeness seemed to have an effect, and Pam was soon pushing back against me whenever I thrust into her.

She'd stopped complaining and was moving with me, breathing hard and giving the occasional little squeak whenever I picked up the speed a notch.

I could see her reflection in the mirror, and her eyes were closed. She was no longer watching the crowd as instructed, but concentrating on what I was doing to her. 

I picked up the rate another notch, and Pam squealed, thrusting hard back against me, frantic now to ride to the end.

And the end wasn't long in coming. I was drilling hard into Pam, while she was gasping and responding. I drove harder yet, gasping, ready to spill my seed inside this woman, and she gave a muted scream when she felt me splash inside her. 

I could feel her shuddering, her body clamping around me, holding me while she took her pleasure from me.

A minute or so later and we were tidying ourselves up. Pam giving me speaking little glances as she did so. We'd only just finished and were preparing to join the garden party when one of the organisers opened the door to the library.

"Ah, Mr & Mrs Anderson," he carolled. "I was wondering if you'd left early."

"No," I said sadly. "We're still here. We just took a short break." 



Party Surprise



The party was in full swing when I arrived. I didn't know the hosts but a buddy from work had invited me. I didn't want to go but he whined around until I finally agreed. This wasn't my crowd. I'm an outdoors kind of guy. Kayaks, mountain bikes, skiing or surfing and I'm down. Beer and crabs and a bonfire on the beach is more my kind of thing. Corporate sharks, the water they swim in and the bait they pursue, not so much. I'm a petroleum engineer and I go to this kind of thing often enough without attending any extra. I would have a couple of drinks and bow gracefully out.

There were a lot of people there, most of them already in an advanced state of inebriation. The house was industrial, lots of steel beams and concrete and the music was techno. I hung out with my buddy for a while and he introduced me to a cute little redhead. I thought she was cute until I saw the tattoo. Her top didn't quite meet her skirt and there was a snake working its way down under the waistband of her skirt on its way somewhere I didn't want to go. That's a huge turn off to me. The idea of a tattoo artist, probably some pink haired freak with a lot of metal in his face, touching a girl in places only a boyfriend should see makes my skin crawl.

I made the excuse that I had to go to the restroom and eased away. I really did need the bathroom and I made my way up the stairs to find one. I opened a door and it was a bedroom. Some guy was humping away on some slut. I started to close the door and noticed his belt buckle on his pants on the floor. I knew that belt buckle! This was my brother! I walked over and took him by the hair. I twisted his head up where he could see me. He gasped and tried to stand up. I held him there and snarled in his face.

"Where is Tabor?"

"Jesus, Chris; she's passed out down the hall. Don't tell her! Please, I'll do anything. I didn't mean... "

"Save it," I cut him off. "I don't give a shit, Preston. I better not see you again tonight. Fuck your slut and don't come home tonight. If you do I'm going to fuck you up."

"Wait, she's passed out, don't go down there," he seemed very nervous."

"You just fuck the slut and don't worry about me."

"I'm drunk," he started to say.

I bitch slapped the taste out of his mouth. "If you speak one more word to me I'm going to beat you unconscious," I snarled.

He didn't say another word. I knew he was afraid of me. Most people are when I get mad. I'm six foot six and I weigh two hundred and sixty five pounds. None of it is slack belly either. I won the class four discus and shot state championships in high school and I was competitive in college too. I power lift four days a week and I know I can look pretty intimidating. I went to look for Tabor. Why she married that loser I'll never understand. I don't get her. Put her in a room with a hundred men and she'll pick the worst possible one every time. She's smoking hot and she could have nearly anyone she wants, but she picks a loser like Preston. I popped open doors down the hall. They were all occupied. I found the restroom after the third door and got that problem fixed. The next door I opened had a party going on inside. There were five guys standing around shucking their dicks. They were waiting their turn with the woman on the bed. A sixth was giving it to her and he was humping away. It was Tabor and she was passed out drunk.

I went to the bed and took that guy by the hair and the back of his pants around his knees. I lifted him off my sister and body pressed him over my head. He screamed and I threw him across the room onto his buddies. They crashed to the floor and scrambled around trying to get up. One of them fancied that he was a kung fu master. He did some fancy hand stuff and screamed, jumping up to kick me in the face. He miscalculated. My arm was longer than his leg and I punched him in the face. I hit him pretty hard and he landed on his head on the floor. That took the wind out of their sails and they scrambled for the door.

I turned to look at Tabor. Her clothes were torn up and her pussy was a mess. I don't know how many guys had been in there. Her ass was gaping and at least one had been in there too. I threw a blanket over her and went back to find Preston. I met a guy coming down the hall.

"Going somewhere?" I asked him.

"I heard there's a hot chick pulling a train up here," he said. "Her husband gave her away to fuck some guy's wife."

"The train has left the station," I told him. "Get to stepping, buddy."

He looked me up and down and decided discretion was the better part of valor. I went back to where I had found Preston. He was pulling on his pants and his mouth opened. "I swear to God, Chris; she wanted it," he said, and I hit him. I heard his jaw break and the slut on the bed screamed.

"I think he needs to go to the hospital," I told her. "He fell down the stairs."

I went back down the hall and wrapped the blanket around Tabor. I put her over my shoulder and carried her downstairs and out the door. She puked about halfway to the truck and I held her head until she was done heaving. This wasn't the first time I held her head while she puked. I told myself I should just take her back inside and leave her, but I couldn't. I love my big sister. I always have and even though she's a stupid bitch I couldn't find the resolve to wash my hands of her.

I put her in the truck and drove to her house. I rang the bell and waited. It was late and I figured Stevie was in bed.

After a minute I heard the cover on the peephole slide and she opened the door. Stevie is my niece. She's the sweetest girl I know. 

"Hi, Uncle Chris," she hugged me.

"Hi, kid," I squeezed her.

"Is Mom ok?" she asked, peering around me to the truck.

"No, baby; she's drunk as hell, some men had sex with her while she was passed out and I broke your Dad's jaw."

She took it calmly. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to take her home with me and clean her up," I told her. "You're coming too. Pack your suitcase for a long stay and then help me get some things for Tabor."

"Jesus Christ," she fumed. "Why do I have such fucked up parents? I had just fallen asleep!"

"I don't like you to swear," I told her. "I'm sorry, honey, but you can't stay here. Your Dad isn't going to be home for a while. I think he needed to go to the hospital and I'm afraid Tabor will vomit and aspirate it if I leave her. I'm sure as hell not staying here so you have to come to my house."

"I would like to come to your house and stay there for the rest of my life," she said.

"We'll see," I told her. "You can stay for a while anyway."

I think she spent more time at my house than hers anyway. She got suitcases out of the hall closet and gave me one. She went off to her room and I went to Tabor's. I emptied her underwear drawer into it, got her half a dozen pairs of jeans and a bunch of t-shirts. Stevie came in and she put socks and sneakers in and we got her personal stuff out of the bathroom. I carried the suitcases to the truck and Stevie came out carrying her laptop and her iPod dock.

I drove to my house and pulled into the garage. Stevie carried the stuff in and put it in the spare bedrooms while I carried Tabor in and put her on the sofa. I went to my bathroom and ran the tub full of water and bubble bath. Stevie came in and told me she was very tired. I kissed her and she went off to bed. When she closed the door I started undressing Tabor. Her dress was ruined and so was her bra. She was missing her panties and I just picked her up and carried her to the tub. She was semi-conscious now and I lowered her into the water. She murmured a protest about it being too hot but I ignored her.

"Going to be sick," she mumbled. I jumped up and got a basin out from under the sink just in time. She puked her guts up while I held her head. I laid her back in the water and went and dumped the basin in the toilet. I flushed it and rinsed it out. When I had it clean I went back to the tub and began to wash Tabor. There was dried cum in her hair and on her face. Her left nipple was cut and she had bruises already beginning to show on both boobs. I washed her until her skin glowed and went to get a towel off the rack. She was a little more aware when I drained the tub and picked her up. I made her stand up while I dried her off. She was very wobbly and braced herself against me. When I had her dry I carried her into the bedroom and put her in bed. I showered and went and got in with her. I was afraid she would puke again so I took the basin. She stirred when I got in and her eyes opened. They were unfocused and it took her a minute.

"Christopher?" she mumbled. "What are you doing here? How... what happened... where am I?"

"You're at my house," I told her. "I found you at a party passed out in a bedroom. Your charming and gracious husband traded you for some guy's wife. There were six guys in the room fucking you when I found you. You're a mess and you're going to feel like hell tomorrow."

She started to cry. It got worse and worse. Great wracking sobs shook her body and she was shaking and trembling. It was breaking my heart and I pulled her over against me and held her.

"It's over now, Tab. I've got you. You're safe now. It's over."

I petted her and stroked her until she stopped shaking. "It's going to be ok, Tab," I told her over and over. "You just need to sleep. It's going to be ok."

She sobbed herself to sleep and I just held her. Her naked body felt soft and sleek against me and I rebuked myself for unrighteous thoughts. She had been through enough trauma without me perving on her. I just held her and eventually I drifted off. 

I got up at eight and Stevie was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. She's a slender girl, tall and as cute as a month old kitten. She has this long, coal black hair and creamy skin. He hair is down past her butt; heavy and wavy and I love to brush it. It's the silkiest thing I've ever touched. She has big blue eyes that form a stark contrast to the color of her hair.

"Good morning, sunshine," I told her.

"Morning, Uncle Chris," she said. "Is Mom ok?"

"No, honey; she's a long way from ok. I still don't know what happened. I think your Dad traded her for a shot at some guy's skanky wife. She's going to be pretty messed up for a while. Has she been drinking a lot?"

"No, she hasn't. She's been really good for a couple of years. I haven't seen her drunk in a long time. She must have fallen off the wagon."

"I don't know," I said. "I really didn't smell alcohol on her last night. Maybe she smelled too much like puke. What do you need me to do for you today?"

"Nothing, really," she said. "I need to go to the store sometime before bed tonight."

"Out of something?" I asked her.

"No, you are," she said. "Axe shower gel doesn't suit me. It smells good on you, but not on me."

I laughed and cooked breakfast. She ate some bacon and eggs, even after having already eaten cereal. I kidded her a little. "You stay with me and I'll have you fat as a toad in a week," I told her.

She laughed and I love that sound. "I eat like a pig and still never gain any weight," she said. "I even want to be a little heavier."

"Why in the world would you want that?" I asked her.

"I think it would make me have bigger boobs," she said.

I looked at her little cupcakes. "Yours are perfect on you," I told her. "Likely they'll grow a lot anyway if you take after Tabor. Do you want to go work out with me? I've got big boobs. Look what they can do."

I flexed my pecs and made them dance. She nearly fell off of her stool laughing. "That would be quite a trick for a girl," she said. "I'd love to go. I'll go get dressed."

She came out in board shorts and a little black sports bra type thing. She was carrying a light jacket to go over it and I checked on Tabor before we left. She was still sleeping so we went to the gym. We sweated on the ellipticals for thirty minutes and I put her on the bench next to mine. She was very strong for an eighteen year old. She was doing sets with one hundred and ten pounds. She knew her max on all the lifts. I was very surprised.

"Mom and I have been lifting together for a over a year," she said. "Since she's been sober we go Monday through Thursday religiously."

Gino came in while we were lifting. He's a cop I see there all the time. He's a strong guy. I know he juices, but I lift with him sometimes. I'm still stronger than him, especially on everything besides bench. He skips leg day a lot and it shows. He's built a little like a pigeon, big chest and skinny legs.

"Hey, bro; who's your new girlfriend?" he asked.

Stevie smiled. "He's too young for me," she told him. "I've put him in the friend zone."

He chuckled. "This is my niece, Stevie," I told him. "Stevie, this is Gino. He's a policeman. Don't hit on her, Gino; she's too old for you."

He laughed again. "You from around here, Stevie?"

"Boca Raton," she told him. "I'm staying with Uncle Chris for a while."

"I need some professional help," I told him. "What would you call six guys screwing a woman passed out at a party?"

"I'd call it rape," he said.

"What if her husband traded her for a shot at another guy's wife?"

"Then he's an accessory to rape. You haven't been banging passed out women, have you Chris?"

"No, but that's what happened to my sister last night."

"Is she going to press charges?"

"I don't know, she wasn't awake when we left. If she wanted to, what would we do?"

"Take her to the hospital, do a rape profile and get a blood test to check for drugs and alcohol."

"Thanks, Gino."

"Let me know if I can help. Sorry kid. If Chris isn't around and you want to work out, you give me a call. Hey, you like basketball? I've got two Heat tickets."

"I don't know," she looked dubious.

"Hey, not with me," he said. "I was going to give them to Chris." He realized his mistake. "Not that I wouldn't take you, I mean... "

"You should stop talking now," I told him.

"Yeah, but if you two want to go... "

"I'd love to go," she said. "Thanks, Gino. I'll work out with you sometime too. Can we go, Uncle Chris?"

"Sure, honey," I told her. "Thanks Gino."

Stevie went away to get a drink. "Jesus Christ," Gino said. "That is one hell of a cute girl. In five years she's going to be the most beautiful woman in every room she's in."

"I know, right. Her mother's like that now at thirty four. You're a married man, Gino."

"Yeah, but I still dream. You need a spot with that?"

We finished our workout and I took Stevie to Fuddruckers for a burger. We tried the new bison chipotle one and she thought it was delicious. She didn't much care for the idea of eating a buffalo, but the taste was wonderful. I took her to Bed, Bath and Beyond and she got some nice smelling soap and lotion. She remembered shampoo at the last minute and ran and got that too.

On the way home she scooted over against me and I put my arm around her and gave her a squeeze. "I love you," she told me and I nearly choked on my coke.

"Yeah, me too, kid," I told her.

When we got home Tabor was still asleep. I made coffee for when she woke up and we watched Parks and Recreation on Netflix. I hate the woman main character but Ron Swanson and the really dark depressed chick are very funny. Pretty soon we heard the sound of retching from the bedroom. I told Stevie to go to her room or stay there and watch TV for a while. I went into the bedroom and Tabor had found the basin and was dry heaving over it. I got a cool washcloth and washed her face with it. I got in bed with her and leaned back against the headboard. I pulled her against my chest and petted her head. She was shaking.

"What's wrong with me," she asked. "I feel like I have the flu."

"You had too much to drink last night," I told her.

"I didn't have anything to drink," she said. "I'm taking Antabuse."

"Is that the stuff that makes you vomit if you drink?"

"Yes, I haven't touched alcohol in two years."

"Well, you did last night. That's why you're sick."

"I swear to God, I had a club soda," she said. "Preston got it for me. That's all I drank."

She shifted around and winced. "Damn, I'm sore as hell, Christopher. Did you fuck me? I feel like somebody fucked my ass too. God, I hurt so bad."

"I'll give you a Percodan as soon as I think you can keep it down. What do you remember, Tab?"

"I remember going to a party with the Andersons. I danced with Preston and he got me a soda. I started feeling dizzy and he took me to lie down in a bedroom. Then I woke up sick here. How did I get here?"

We were going through it again. "Hold on to me, sis," I told her. "I need to tell you something you aren't going to like."

She scooted over next to me, wincing again and I pulled her up close. "What?" she asked.

"I went to that party last night. I was looking for a restroom. What does Mrs. Anderson look like?"

"She's a bottle blonde with big tits and a fat ass," she said.

"I opened a door to see if it was the restroom and Preston was in there fucking Mrs. Anderson. I made him tell me where you were. He said you were passed out down the hall. He didn't want me to tell you he was cheating on you. He didn't want me to go and find you either. I found you three doors down. There were six guys in there with you. One of them must have been Anderson. I don't know how many times they fucked you. You had cum all over you and at least one of them had fucked you in the ass. I beat the shit out of them and covered you up. On the way down the hall I met a guy coming to join your party. He told me Preston had traded you to Anderson for a shot at his wife. I went and beat the shit out of Preston. I broke his jaw, Tab. I brought you home and cleaned you up. I thought you were drunk. Are you sure you didn't have any alcohol?"

"I'm telling you I had a club soda," she cried hysterically. "Where's Stevie?"

"She's here. I think we should take you to the hospital, Tab. I'd like to get your blood tested for drugs. I also think you should get tested for STDs."

"I didn't take any drugs either," she wept. "Why won't you believe me?"

"Tabor, you've used drugs and alcohol for as long as I can remember, You've fucked up so many things I can't begin to count them, but that isn't what I was talking about. I think you may have been given drugs to knock you out so Preston could make that trade. Would you have done it otherwise?"

"No, I wouldn't. I know you think I'm an idiot and a slut. Why are you being so mean to me?"

"I'm sick of pulling you out of jams, Tab. I love you but I'm tired of you. I'm tired of having a fuck up for a sister."

"They raped me!" she yelled. "I'm clean! I haven't used drugs and alcohol for a long time. I can't believe you're treating me like this after I've tried so hard to get sober."

I felt like a heel. She'd just been through a very traumatic experience.

"I'm sorry, Tab. I shouldn't be beating you up."

"I'm not taking birth control," she sobbed. "I may be pregnant!"

"We'll get you a pill," I told her. "I think we need to know if you were given something like GHB or Rohypnol."

"What are those?" she asked, sobbing hysterically.

"Date rape drugs."

"Who would do that to me?"

"I think it was Preston," I told her. "I think he gave it to you in the club soda. Think about it, Tab. You're the hottest babe in any room you're in. People are always hitting on you. Here's what I think happened. Anderson wants to fuck you. He approaches Preston about it, offering to trade his wife. He'll let Preston fuck her if Preston will let him fuck you. Preston knows you'll never go for that deal, but he does want to fuck Mrs. Anderson. He gives you drugs and makes the deal. Anyone that wants to can fuck you. You'll never know. Every man at that party probably wanted a piece of you. That's what I think happened."




Party Surprise



"Oh, my God, oh my God," she wept. "How could he do this to me? I'm going to be sick again, Christopher!"

I grabbed the basin and she heaved, sobbing and shaking like she was going to have a convulsion. She was sweaty and clammy and I washed her face with the washcloth. Stevie appeared at the doorway.

"Are you ok, Mom?" she asked. "Is she going to be ok?"

"Yes, baby, I'm going to be ok," Tabor said. "I'm very sick though. Please, don't come in here Stevie. I don't want you to see me like this. I love you."

"Love you too, Mom," she said.

"Bring her something white to drink. Pop or something," I told her.

Tabor had collapsed back against me. I just held her while her shuddering slowed. Stevie came in and gave her a can of Sprite.

"Thank you, Stevie," Tabor told her. "Please don't look at me, honey."

Stevie went away and Tabor drank some of her Sprite. I finally got her to agree to go to the doctor. I have two friends that are doctors. One is a trauma surgeon and his wife is a gynecologist. I called them and explained what had happened. They agreed to meet us at his office. I explained the situation to them. Tabor had met Rick before and he agreed not to make any reports about it. They ran all the tests, gave her a morning after pill and some pain medicine. She had a tear in her ass and they fixed it. Stevie and I sat out in the waiting room and read some silly teen magazine. When they brought her out she could hardly walk and Sarah got her a wheel chair.

She sat down and looked at Stevie. "Let her stay," I said.

"Ok," Sarah shrugged. "I won't know the results on the STD tests for a couple of days. Her blood test is positive for GHB and Zolpidem. Those would likely have been administered in a drink. They aren't recreational drugs. They're hypnotics. The victim is likely to have been aware of what was happening to them. They are amnesiacs, meaning they wouldn't remember afterward. Tabor has definitely been raped and sodomized multiple times. We have semen samples and we could do a DNA match if you know the perpetrators."

"Would a bit of blood do?" I asked her.

"Yes."

"I want to keep the police out of this right now," I told her. "Please don't tell anyone, Sarah."

She kissed my cheek. "I'll do anything for you, Chris. You'd do the same for me if the roles were reversed."

I squeezed her. "Yes, I would. I owe you."

Rick came in. "Stop fondling my wife and take these girls home," he told me. "I gave you 6 pain pills, Tabor. You should be feeling better soon. Don't eat much for a while until that tear heals. Soups and things like that would be best. Be sure to clean that area with antibacterials every time you have a bowel movement or it will be infected."

She was quiet on the way home. She sat slumped between Stevie and I, her head resting on my shoulder and Stevie's arm around her. When we pulled into the garage, she looked up at me.

"How were you planning to get Anderson's blood?" she asked.

"I was thinking about punching him in the nose very hard," I told her.

She chuckled a little and winced. It was a good sign. I helped her out and carried her back to my bed. We gave her a pill and went to the kitchen. Stevie helped me make a good roast beef stew and we took it to her with some more Sprite. Stevie went off to watch TV or something and I fed Tabor.

"What are you going to do?" I asked her.

"I'm going to divorce the rat bastard," she said. "Can we stay with you for a while, Chris?"

"You can stay with me forever," I told her. "There are a few things we need to get straight though."

"What?" her face was apprehensive.

"Stevie gets to stay here permanently," I told her. "She's had enough, Tab. Do you want her to hate you? You fuck up one more time and she's going to."

She started crying again. "I know. I'm trying to do better, Christopher. I love her and I know I've made her miserable. I don't want to lose her. I don't want her to hate me. I can't give her up."

"I'm not trying to get you to do that, Tab. I just want her to have a safe place she can stay where there's no drama. This can be it. You can stay here too. If you don't you can see her any time you want to." She continued to weep and I felt very bad for her.

"Don't cry, Tab; I'll help you fix things. There's more. You have to promise me that you will stay off the booze and the drugs. How many times have I let you stay with me and try to clean up? I've had enough too. No booze, no drugs and no men. If you're clean in six months, you can date, but only if Stevie and I both approve of the guy. You have terrible judgement in men, Tab. Surely you know that by now."

"Yes, I know. I'm just attracted to bad boys. I don't know why."

"I do; they're exciting. Why don't you give a good guy a chance for once? See if he's exciting. Jesus, Tab; how long is it going to take for you to grow up? But no sex for you for the next six months. Will you do it?"

"Yes, I'll try. I haven't gone without sex for six months since I was sixteen. It's going to be hard."

"Maybe so, but those are my conditions. Remember what just happened? That's the road you chose. Is that what you want?"

"How can you even ask me that?"

"Because you have no self-control. When you get a grip on your impulses I'll relax with you. You had Mom and Dad wrapped around your little finger and they let you do anything you wanted to. It was incredibly bad for you. You can't manipulate me like that, Tab. I swear to God I'll throw you out on your ass if you fuck with me."

"I won't," she sobbed. "Please, Christopher; I'm desperate."

"You don't have to beg me," I told her. "I love you, I always have and I always will, but I've had enough drama from you. I know this wasn't your fault, but in a way it was. I told you Preston was a tool that would fuck you over the first chance he got. You didn't listen."

"Does that make you feel good; telling me you told me so?"

"No, it doesn't. It makes me feel rotten. What would make me feel good is for you to say, 'thank you Chris for trying to help me and I'm going to listen to you because you have better judgement than me.' It would make me feel good if you just stop destroying yourself."

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes full of tears. "Thank you Chris," she said. "I know you've tried to help me and I'm going to listen to you. I should have listened to you before."

"You're smarter than me, Tab," I told her. "I know that, but you can be as dumb as hell sometimes. We'll forget about it. Let's just get you well and we'll make a plan when you're better, ok?"

"Ok," she sniffed. "I do love you, Chris."

"I know you do," I told her. "I love you too. Just let me hold you and get some sleep. Are you in pain?"

"No, not unless I move," she said. "I feel a lot better."

I held her until she went to sleep. I eased away and went in to sit by Stevie. She looked up at me.

"Is Mom going to be ok?" she asked.

"I think so," I told her. "Stevie, you said earlier you wanted to stay with me forever. Did you mean that?"

"I can't think of anything better," she said.

"Well, you can if you want to. Your mother said I could keep you permanently."

She squealed. "Really? I swear to God I won't be any trouble, Uncle Chris. I'll do everything you say. I won't bother you or anything. I'll play the piano for you, I know you like that. I'll do chores and clean and stuff."

"You don't have to do anything," I told her. "I expect you to be responsible and I do want you to play for me, but just having here you makes me happy. Just talk to me and love me and that's all I need from you."

"I do love you," she told me. "I'm going to make you so proud of me."

"I already am," I told her. "How in the world you turned out so sweet and sensible I'll never know, but I am proud of you. Now, does my little girl want to eat some of that stew we made?"

"Yes, but should we save it for Mom?"

"We'll make her more, or something else," I told her.

I made cornbread and we ate and watched one of those stupid vampire love movies on Netflix. Stevie loved it and I loved her, so it was all good. We washed the dishes and she kissed me and went off to bed. I showered and went to bed myself. Tabor was sleeping heavily but she scooted back against me when she felt me get in. I wrapped my arms around her. She slept naked, at least the parts I could feel, and she was very soft and she smelled good. I mulled things over in my mind for a long time before I went to sleep. I had sort of a plan figured out and I slept well.

I woke up with that morning wood and it was nestled between two very soft and sexy cheeks. There was a wonderful, silky naked girl in my arms and my hand was on one of the most fantastic breasts ever seen by man. The fact that she was my sister made it even more beautiful. I beat myself up inside my head for thinking like that. She had been a major part of my fantasies for years and I always felt like that was weird. Her arm was over mine and when I tried to move she clamped her arm down. She stirred and opened her eyes, turning her head to look up at me.

"Do you want to fuck me, Chris?" she asked. She pressed my hand into her breast and I could feel that her nipple was erect.

"I've always wanted to fuck you," I told her. "Not today, though. You're recovering from a very traumatic experience. I expect you're still too sore to do much, especially have sex. Let's get you well and we'll see."

"The only good things that have ever happened to me are you and Stevie," she said. "I am too sore, but when I'm better, I'll let you fuck me, Chris. I know you think I'm a slut, but I'm not. I only fuck men I'm in love with. I've just been in love with the wrong guys. I've never slept around with random guys."

"I know, Tab; but you need to learn not to sleep with anyone. You're only supposed to sleep with people that are worth sleeping with. You have to weigh character, not just how good looking a guy is or how exciting he is. Will he be faithful to you, will he be a good father to Stevie, is he kind and can he provide financial and emotional security for you and her. Then, if he's also good looking and exciting, you make a commitment. That's the way it's supposed to work."

"You're describing yourself," she said.

"Well, maybe, but I'm your brother. I have my problems too. I'm lazy, I don't like to be put out by people, I have problems with commitment and I'm very selfish."

"I don't care. I love you. You've never been like that with me."

"I love you too, but this is just another bad choice."

"I've wanted to fuck you for years. Your cock says it's a good choice," she said, sliding her ass up and then back down.

"My cock has no conscious," I laughed.

"It feels really big," she said. "Is it as big as the rest of you?"

"No, it's pretty normal," I told her.

She twisted around and felt. Her eyes went wide.

"Jesus Christ, Christopher. You obviously have no idea what normal is."

"That's what you say to all the guys," I chuckled. "Flattery will get you anywhere. I need to pee, Tab. Let go."

"Me too," she said. "You go first."

I did my business and she came walking in as bare as the day she was born. Damn, she was hot. Her hair is this glossy dark brown color with auburn tints in it. It's a mane, just past her shoulders and it frames a face that could grace the cover of fashion magazines. She has the same skin as Stevie, creamy and almost translucent looking. She has a natural blush to her cheeks. Her cheek bones are high and delicate and her cheeks are faintly hollow. She has cute little dark eyebrows and big puffy lips. Her chin is pointed and she has a strong jawline. Her eyes are a startling blue and it's quite a picture. Then her body catches your eye. Her neck is long and graceful, her shoulders square and big high breasts sit there; proud and firm. She has large areolas, pink and a little puffy and small, pink nipples that seem to be perpetually erect. She has a large ribcage that just shows off how narrow her waist is and how flat her stomach is. Her hips flare dramatically and there's a little strip of dark curls above her pussy. Her legs are long and slender and she has tiny feet. I could look at her for hours.

She shooed me out and I heard the toilet flush after a while and the shower running. I went out to make breakfast and after a bit, Stevie came in. She had on a long t-shirt and, obviously, nothing else. I groaned. Two girls in my house that looked like these were going to drive me crazy.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked. "Why are you groaning around?"

"I just left the bathroom and your mother came in naked. God, she's beautiful, Stevie. Then, before I can get over that shock, you come walking in."

"I'm not naked," she laughed.

"No, but you don't have anything on under that shirt. I can see your nipples."

She looked down at herself. "Well, do you like them?"

I groaned again and she laughed. "You'll get used to living with girls," she said. "Uncle Chris, why does it feel like my nipples are hard all the time?"

"You take after your mother," I told her. "Hers are always like that too."

"It can be a bit uncomfortable," she said. "I feel like I need to pinch them." She did and I choked on my milk.

"Stop that," I told her. "You're going to make me have a heart attack. I'm old and I can't stand much."

"Ok, I'll stop if you'll do it for me," she said. She walked over and took my hand, pulling it up to one little breast. I could feel that hard little nipple and I couldn't help myself. I gave it a pinch and she moaned.

"That feels a lot better than when I do it," She lifted her shirt and pushed my hand up under it until I could feel one bare little mound. She was silky smooth and I could feel a little puffy, extremely hard nubbin under there. I pinched it again and she sagged as her knees went weak.

"Oh, my God," she moaned. "I want to do this a lot."

I snatched my hand away, guilt flashing though me, catching a glimpse of little purple panties before the hem of her shirt fell.

"Jesus, Stevie; you're my niece. Don't do that!"

"So nieces aren't allowed to feel good?"

"No, they're allowed. Thirty year old uncles aren't allowed to make them feel good though."

"That's just stupid," she said. "Besides, you aren't thirty."

Tabor came in and I got her some breakfast. "Mom, I want Uncle Chris to play with my boobs. He says he can't because he's old."

"I want him to play with mine too," Tabor said. "Chris, why won't you play with her?"

"My God, Tabor! How can you say that?"

"I wanted you to play with my boobs when we were kids," she said.

"Jesus, why didn't you say something? I would have loved to play with your boobs."

"I was embarrassed," she said.

"Well, I'm embarrassed to play with hers," I told her.

"Why? They're very cute," Tabor said. "Show him, baby."

"No, don't do that," I objected. "Oh my God!"

She had pulled the shirt up over her head and she stood there in her purple panties. I couldn't move. Tabor could and she pulled off her shirt, walked over to Stevie and pushed their nipples together. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a croak.

"I think he likes us, Mom," Stevie said.

Tabor glanced down at my crotch. "Look, Stevie; I think you're right."

My cock was making an obscene tent in my boxers. Tabor pulled on Stevie's hand and led her over to me. She put that little hand on my bulge. Stevie's little fingers wrapped around my cock and her little blue fingernails scraped over me.

"Do you want to see it?" Tabor whispered.

Stevie nodded and Tabor pulled my boxers out, letting my cock spring free. "Should we make him cum?" Tabor asked her.

"I don't know how," Stevie admitted.

Tabor pulled my boxers down and they fell to my feet. "I'll show you," she said.

She knelt in the floor in front of me and pulled Stevie down beside her. Her hands grasped my cock and she pulled it down and engulfed it in her mouth. She felt like she was boiling in there. I had beat my cock to a pulp when I was a kid dreaming about her and now here was this absolutely smoking big sister of mine, stretching her lips around the shaft of my cock and swirling her tongue around the head. She probably had five inches inside when I bumped against the back of her throat. She was very good at this and I felt her swallow and the head of my cock was in her throat. She bobbed several times and I knew I wasn't going to last long. This was just too hot and too taboo. She got Stevie to replace her hand and seeing those slender fingers, knowing they belonged to my little niece made me cum like a bomb. Tabor pulled back so that I shot off in her mouth. After about the third spurt she pulled off and let me shoot in her open mouth so Stevie could see. Stevie put her head close and Tabor aimed a couple of shots onto her face before engulfing me again. She sucked until I was empty. I began to deflate and she pulled off.

"Suck him while he's soft," she told Stevie. "You'll be able to take him better."

I was still semi-hard and when Stevie bent to take me between her beautiful little lips I could feel signs of life. She imitated her mother's motions and it felt incredible. I can't describe the eroticism of having the lips of your niece you've loved all her life wrapped around your cock. The fact that she was the daughter of my sister who was urging her on was enough to give a zombie an erection. I grew until she could barely fit the head inside her little mouth.

"Stop, Stevie," Tabor said. They both stood up and pressed their nearly naked bodies against me.

"Do you want to fuck her?" Tabor asked me.

"Jesus, yes, Tab; but she's not ready," I told her.

"Why don't you let her decide?" Tabor asked.

"Baby, you don't want to do this, do you?" I asked her.

"I don't know how," she said.

"See," I told Tabor. "There's no way she's ready for this."

"I want to. Just tell me what to do," Stevie's voice grew louder.

Tabor took hold of my cock. "This," she pulled me forward against Stevie's little panty covered pussy, "goes in there. It's the most incredible thing you'll ever feel, baby."

"There's no way!" Stevie objected. "My finger feels huge in there. There's no way that will fit."

"It will," Tabor assured her. "You're stretchy, Stevie. It may not go all the way in, but you can get enough to cum and make him cum."

"Uncle Chris? Is that true?" she asked.

"I think it's physically possible," I told her. "I don't think we should."

"Do I get a vote?" she asked.

"Your vote is the only one that counts," I told her.

"I want to try it then," she said.

"It's going to hurt," I told her.

"Don't listen to him," Tabor told her. "It will only hurt at first, then it's going to be the most amazing feeling you've ever felt. Don't try to scare her, Christopher."

"How do we do this," Stevie asked.

"We do it in bed," I told her.

"Carry me," she demanded.

I picked her up in my arms like a baby. I doubt that she weighed a hundred and ten pounds. She put her arms around my neck and held on until I put her down on the bed. Tabor stripped off her panties and climbed in beside Stevie. I knelt at the end of the bed and pulled Stevie down until her butt was on the edge and her thighs parted around me. Tabor slid down too and she pulled Stevie's nightgown up, exposing her creamy legs. Stevie lifted her butt and Tabor slid the shirt up and over her head, leaving her in just the little purple panties. God, she was gorgeous. She was well developed for her age, her breasts were firm little cones, erect pink nipples forming fat little nubs on the end of each little mound. Her ribcage arched down to a flat little tummy and her hips swelled provocatively. I couldn't resist. I just had to feel her against me. I tore off my shirt, peeled down my boxers and lay over her. Her hard little nipples scraped on my chest and I kissed her pouty lips. They felt as luscious as anything I've ever kissed. She was very turned on and she rubbed herself against me, trying to get more skin on skin.




Party Surprise



I slid down and sucked one little nipple in as I felt Tabor move up beside me. I caught her out of the corner of my eye as her mouth latched onto that other fat little nipple. Stevie went wild under us, crying out at the sensation of having her breasts loved for the first time. She was pulling our heads into those delectable little mounds and calling our names.

"Oh, oh God, Mom! I can't... Uncle Chris! Oh, Jesus, that feels good! Suck my titties!"

I don't think either of us ever wanted to do anything else. I left Tab loving on those perfect little teenage boobs and slid my mouth down, nipping at her belly and running my tongue into her cute little navel. I kept nipping at her, kissing my way lower until I came to the waistband of the little purple panties. I kept moving down and when I got to the crotch I breathed in her aroma. It was light, musky and very sweet; mingled with the soap and deliciously enticing. Her panties were soaked and I pulled on them with my teeth. She raised her butt so I could slip them down and there it was; the sweetest little pussy I ever imagined. She was as bald as an egg. I couldn't even feel any stubble. The lips were a light pink and sealed together like the edges of a shell; just smooth lines arching upward toward her clitoris.

I gave it a kiss and she jumped and quivered. "Jesus, Uncle Chris! Isn't that gross?"

"No, Stevie," I told her. "You're clean and delicious. It makes me very excited to do that to you."

"Me too," she said. "Do it some more."

I stuck out my tongue and probed those little pink lips. They opened a bit and I could see the entrance to her little pussy. She was glistening with moisture and I lapped it up. She squealed and bucked as I lapped at her. She tasted a little bit tangy and a little bit musky, but not strong at all. She smelled like clean, horny girl and I had my tongue all over those perfect little pink lips. She was growing wetter by the second and as I continued to work her over with my tongue, Tabor was loving her little tits.

Stevie had her head thrown back and it twisted from side to side as she moaned out her ecstasy. Her little clit was swelling and when it peeked out I gave it a swipe. Stevie acted like she had gotten an electric shock. Her entire body convulsed and I had to hold onto her butt firmly to keep contact.

"She likes that," Tabor whispered. "She's going to cum for us."

Stevie's legs were trembling and I could feel her tension building. The look on her face was amazing. Seeing a young girl, your niece you held in the hospital room when she was born; straining toward orgasm is the most erotic thing you'll ever see. I took her little button between my lips and flipped it up and down and from side to side with my tongue. All that tension went away as she exploded.

"Oh... Oh God! Mom! Uncle Chris! Something... something... oh Jesus Christ, fuck, fuck!" Her voice rose to a near scream and her words became incoherent. She shook and bucked and twisted her hips like a mad thing. She came for minutes and then she was scrambling away. She looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, my God," she panted. "I felt... that was so intense! I can't believe you guys did that to me! That was amazing!"

She threw herself on me and her mother pulling us together and clinging to us.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. God, that felt so good! I love you guys so much. That was so cool. I want to do it some more, but I don't think I can stand it. Will you be really disappointed if we don't do anymore right now?"

"No, Stevie," Tabor told her. "You're in charge of what you want to do, honey."

"Uncle Chris?" she asked me.

"No, baby; I want to do more but I want you to set the pace. You're young, Stevie. I loved this, but I feel like you should go as slow as a snail. I'm happy just doing this for years if that's what you want."

"We can't leave him like this, Stevie," Tabor told her. "It would be cruel. I want to fuck him, but I'm pretty messed up. He won't do it anyway right now. We need to make him cum again. Do you want to suck him off?"

"I want to watch you," Stevie told her. "When he's ready I want to finish."

Tabor slid down and took me inside her hot little mouth. She was really very good at giving head. She took my cock in and swallowed it like a lollipop. She was so good and the thought that she was my sister that I had lusted after for years, combined with the sensation of running my hands over the hot body of my little niece I had just gotten off meant I wasn't going to last long. When my balls began to draw up they traded places and I caressed Tabor's luscious breasts until I blew up inside Stevie's hot little mouth.

She faltered for a minute as her mouth filled with cum. She swallowed, making gulping sounds aa she struggled to keep up. When she had sucked down the last drops she gave me one last lick and sat up. She looked at me proudly, seeking my approval.

"Was that good?" she asked.

I flopped back on the bed, pulling my girls down on top of me. "That was the most amazing experience of my life," I told them. "You two are something special. Either one of you would be the fuck of a lifetime. The two of you together would make a dead man get up and walk. Will you girls sleep with me?"

"I don't intend to ever sleep anywhere else," Stevie said. "Mom, is it ok?"

"It's very ok," Tabor said. "I don't know about ever, but I've never been happier than I am right now. When I'm well, I imagine it's going to be even better. I can hardly wait."

We settled in. I was half buried in warm girls and I can't ever remember feeling better. We slept in Sunday and I took them out to a late breakfast at IHOP around noon. They were very physical with me the whole time, rubbing up against me, touching me for no reason other than they wanted to and we shared little secret smiles and looks. The fact that we had brought each other to orgasm the night before was something we shared that no one else knew and would never know. I felt like we were three conspirators with a secret that no one could ever share.

It took about a week for Tabor to recover from her gang rape. The bruises faded and she gradually felt better and better until she seemed to have recovered. We slept together, all three of us tangled up in my big bed, but we mostly just played around. Stevie didn't want to fuck yet. She had a plan for me to fuck Tabor and let her watch. If it looked like something she wanted to do and it wasn't too scary, she would give it a shot. Tabor got a restraining order against Preston and filed for divorce. I got the blood sample from Anderson just like I told Tabor I would. I met him outside his office and punched him in the nose. He bled a river and I told him that if I ever saw him again I would put him in the hospital. I told him that we were going to use the DNA evidence against Preston if he contested the divorce or any provisions in it and we would have both of them charged with rape if they ever breathed a word. Preston caved. He gave up any visitation rights to Stevie, agreed to alimony and child support until Stevie was out of college and that was that.

Two weeks after the night they moved in with me, I took them out for steaks and on the way home; I went to the electronics store and got the new Mortal Combat while they shopped somewhere else in the Mall. We met at the theatre and watched one of those horrible Nicholas Sparks movies. Something about a distance, I don't remember what. It was awful and I would have left but two girls were weeping on me and I felt them up when I had the chance. We got home and took showers. I was puttering around in the kitchen when Stevie called me from the bedroom. I put a couple of dishes away and went in to see what she wanted. I nearly dropped my water bottle.

They had obviously been to one of those fancy lingerie shops. They had on the skimpiest little lace delicacies you can imagine. It was so erotic, seeing mother and daughter dressed like that. It was the stuff out of fantasy. The fact that they were my sister and niece made it even more spine tingling and cock hardening. Tabor was in blue and Stevie in red. Their creamy skin and dark hair contrasted beautifully and blue and green eyes sparkled. They had tastefully done their makeup and teased their hair into a picture of sensuality.

"Oh, my God," I breathed. "Can I take a picture?"

"Why?" Stevie asked. "You have the real thing."

"Just so I have something to always look at when I'm not with you and remember you're mine," I said.

"Well, ok," Tabor consented. "If this shows up on the internet I'll bite off your nuts."

"It won't," I promised. I used my phone and snapped a half dozen before putting it down. "May I join the ladies?" I asked.

"No, you have to lay here and watch us for a minute," Stevie said.

They got up and Stevie went to her iPod dock and selected a song. The heavy base rumbled and they moved together in a sensual dance, bodies glistening and flesh moving. They kissed, lips moving together and I could see their tongues dueling. They moved closer to the bed until they were locked together beside me and I could reach out and touch them. I ran my hand across Stevie's little round butt and she swayed naughtily, flexing her cheeks, teasing me and making me groan. They turned and Tabor's fuller, more curved ass was under my hands. This was the ass that had filled my boyhood fantasies and I couldn't get enough of its resilience. They turned toward me, crawling up the bed like beautiful, sexy kittens. Stevie stopped at my cock and Tabor continued to kiss her way up until she reached my lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as I felt Stevie's little hand slide into my boxers and close around my throbbing cock. Tabor kissed me for a while and moved up to rub lace covered nipples over my lips. I felt Stevie's pointy little tongue flick the head of my cock as I pushed the lace aside and fastened onto one of Tabor's fat little nipples. It grew under my care and I moved her until I could give the same treatment to the other. I took Tabor's butt in my hands, sinking my fingers into that pliable flesh and pulled her forward until her pussy was smashed against my face, smelling her delightful muskiness and pushing the lace of her panties aside so I could lick the pussy I had dreamed about all my life. It was beautiful. Her lips were light pink and glistening with moisture, delicious and slightly tangy under my tongue. She humped against me and I put everything I ever learned or heard of into licking my big sister to the best orgasm she ever had. I teased her little clit out of hiding, flicking it with my tongue for a while before plunging my tongue as deeply inside as I could get it. I nuzzled her slick lips and gave her every sensation I could think of. Her butt was trembling in my hands and I could tell she was straining toward orgasm. I returned to her clit, using my lips to stretch it and my tongue to lash it into submission. Her trembling grew more intense and I sucked her hood and clitoris inside, using my tongue to flip it up and down and from side to side. I could feel her tense and then she was cuming wildly, crying out again and again as I held onto her butt, keeping her pressed against my mouth and working her with everything I had. She clutched my hair in her fingers and bucked until my hands slipped off her butt and she rolled away, gasping and panting.

"Jesus Christ, Christopher," she moaned. "God you're good at that. I didn't know a man could be that good! You've got to let him do that to you, Stevie."

Stevie was too busy to reply. I could see her now, her little mouth stretched over the head of my cock and now I could concentrate on the sensations she was causing. She couldn't take much into her mouth but her saliva was dripping down my cock and her hot little hands were busy pumping the parts she couldn't get inside. She was really amazing. The fact that she was my little niece made it even hotter. I could tell she was getting tired and I pulled her away and up on my chest so I could kiss her. She lay on top of me and ground her little pussy against my cock, obviously as horny as hell and I saw Tabor move down and she kissed all over Stevie's firm butt, licking over it and letting me feel her tongue over my fingers. She pulled the lace at Stevie's hot little pussy aside, positioning my cock between her pussy lips. Stevie moaned and slid her slick pussy up and down my shaft, coating me with her juices. The sight of her little pussy lips spread around and sliding up and down my cock was breathtaking. 

Tabor continued to run her fingers over both of us and she pushed Stevie up a little, socketing my cock at her entrance.

"Fuck her, Chris," she said in a stage whisper.

"Do you want me too?" I asked Stevie.

"No!" she said. "I mean yes... I'm afraid!"

"It's ok, honey," Tabor assured her. "It's going to be so good. Uncle Chris is going to be very gentle. Right, Chris?"

"Like a feather," I kissed her. "It's going to be good, Stevie. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she nodded, "but I'm still afraid."

"Do you love me?"

"Yes; oh God yes, do it!"

"You do it," Tabor told her. "Slide down on him. You decide how far to go."

It wasn't far. Her pussy was so wet and so slippery that the head of my cock easily slid between her lips and into her hot little channel. She didn't have a virgin barrier. I guess she had lost that at some point but she was virgin tight and virgin wet. There was a lot of resistance and if I hadn't been so hard she would have bent me double. When the head of my cock popped inside that little pussy she gave a gasp and stiffened up under me.

"Jesus Christ," she groaned. "I don't know... this is... don't move!"

"Easy, for God's sake, Chris," Tabor said. "Don't kill her! Are you ok, baby?"

Stevie nodded. "Yes, I just didn't expect... I didn't know... "

Tears filled her eyes and I pulled her down and kissed her. "Do you want to take it out?"

"Yes... no! I think it was the going in that hurt so bad. Just let me rest for a minute. Suck my nipples, Mom. It's feeling better."

Tabor latched onto one little cone and I felt her relax. I continued to kiss her and I felt her make a little motion with her hips. It felt so sexy and she was so hot. I moved my hips in a circle, not moving in or out; just moving around and she moaned. Her motions became a little stronger and I pushed a little. She was so wet that I now slid easier and I could feel her open up around me. Her legs were spread very wide and I was amazed at her flexibility. Her little pussy was fluttering around me and I used her need to push a little deeper. Her eyebrows drew together in a cute little frown and I could feel her excitement mounting. She was trembling a little and I recognized that as a signal that she was about to cum. I slid back and pushed up again, just using what she had already taken. Her trembling grew and I could feel the tension building up inside her. She was moaning loudly now and thrusting her pussy down to meet my thrusts. I was nearly buried inside her wet heat and I increased the pace as her voice took on a ragged note. She was writhing now and I felt Tabor's hand slide between us to rub Stevie's clit.

She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward and threw her head back, her long dark hair flying. All that tension that had been building broke with a snap and she went off like a bomb, screaming hoarsely as her orgasm swept over her. I held back with an iron will as she shook and shuddered out her climax. I kept pumping her, slowing as she crested and holding deep inside her. When I could feel her tension ebbing I gave her a dozen quick strokes and she went off again. Again I slowed nearly to a stop and let the crest sweep over her. I began to pump her as she started to relax and after a minute of that she was cuming again. I held her little butt in my hands. We coasted together and as I started to move again she pushed against me.

"No! Stop, Uncle Chris! You're driving me crazy," she begged. "I can't breathe! Please, I need to rest. Mom, I... I... oh my God!"

"Stop, Chris," Tabor said. "Let the girl rest. Did you cum?"

I shook my head and she was instantly pulling on me as Stevie dismounted. I let her ease me out of Stevie and over on top of her. "Fuck me," she whispered. "I've wanted this for so long!"

I eased into the hot tightness of my fantasy girl. She wasn't as tight as Stevie but she was incredibly hot and she knew how to use the muscles inside her wetness. She gripped me every time I thrust into her and relaxed when I pulled out. All that lush goddess body that had been the object of my fantasies during my adolescent and teenage years was writhing beneath me, crying out in pleasure as I pounded into her. It was good that she came so easily because I was on the point of no return when she exploded, shuddering as I fired off inside her. We made erotic, squelching sounds and the scent of aroused girl filled the room. I felt like my soul was pouring into her as I had the best orgasm of my life inside my big sister. She went off again when she felt me cuming inside her and Tabor cuming was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. We gradually coasted to a stop and I laid there, just luxuriating in the contractions of her pussy around my cock.

Stevie had recovered and pushed her face between us for a kiss. "That was so cool," she said. "Have you ever made two girls cum in the same bed before, Uncle Chris?"

"No, Stevie; not like this, not at the same time. You two are special. God I love you."

"We love you too," Tabor said.

"How long will it be before you can do it again?" Stevie asked.

"I've created a monster," I laughed. "Give me a minute, baby."

"I can't wait," she said. "Mom, let's fuck while he's resting."

Tabor seemed happy to oblige and the sight of those two fantastic girls making love had me hard in record time. When Stevie saw my throbbing cock she squealed and spun around on top of me. I rolled her to her back.

"Let me drive this time," I told her. She winced and gasped again when I sunk into that tight little box, but this time it only took a minute for her to warm up. I rolled her onto her side with one leg between mine and the other sticking up over my shoulder and pumped her. She loved the new position and seeing this little girl moaning and writhing like a cat in heat under me had me ready to blow. When Tab slid over next to us and took my hand, inserting two fingers into her pussy I fucked her rapidly and I could feel her start to tremble in anticipation of her own orgasm. She reached down and rubbed furiously at her clit and we all three exploded together. I filled Stevie's little pussy with what I had left and it was a surprising amount, considering that I'd just cum half an hour earlier. She seemed to love the feeling because she screamed when she felt me go off inside her. We collapsed together in a tangled heap of exhausted bodies and I held my lovers close as we cuddled and whispered love words.

It's been ten years and they're still with me. Tabor is pregnant with our second child and Stevie has been talking about wanting a baby too. Tabor works for the same firm I do and Stevie is an attorney. I don't know what ever happened to that asshole Preston. We heard he'd moved somewhere back in the Midwest where he'd come from. I just know that I have to two most beautiful and sexy women in the world in my bed and in my heart. Tabor hasn't touched alcohol or drugs in the whole time we've been together. She won't go to parties. She says that she'll just stay home and wait for Stevie and me. We'll have our own party.



Party Swap



Over spring break, my girlfriend Karen and I went to a house party that turned out to be a lot more interesting than either of us could have predicted.

The house we were partying at was kind of large since there were five or six couples that were sharing the rent. As you can imagine, a house with about six bedrooms is decently sized, and a considerable sized yard, even complete with a pool.

I saw Mark, a friend of mine, sitting down at a desk writing something on a piece of paper while talking with my girlfriend. She looked up as I approached. She smiled at me and said something about 'having to run' and quickly left.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" I asked. "This is a party, it's not time to do homework or whatever the hell it is you are doing."

He looked up at me with a big grin. "I just had the thought of a lifetime. Check this out... My girl likes to get a bit kinky sometimes, and she told me something a few days ago. She says she likes it sometimes when I'm forceful in bed. Like "jerk" aggressive. She said a fantasy of hers is for me to surprise her in a bedroom at a party one night. Without boring you with the details, let's just say that we will get a good workout on the bed, and we might end up with some torn clothing."

That was something I was totally not expecting! It sure sounded cool as hell, but not what I thought I would hear. Something seemed odd though. "That's what I was trying to figure out!" I exclaimed. "Since when do you have a girlfriend? Last I saw, you haven't been with a girl in months."

"Well, Karen and I have been going out for about a few weeks now" Mark replied.

"What? Your girl is named Karen? What are you, a copycat? I have seen you more times than I can count checking out MY Karen. You just had to get a Karen to make yourself feel better, is that it?"

"No way, dude. Whatever. Your Karen is awesome, but this just worked out that way. So anyhow, I should get back to this letter real quick. I'm almost done."

I was more curious now, so I looked over his shoulder at what he was writing. The note was short and to the point, it even had a little description of what he was going to do to her. It took me a whopping two seconds to decide he was onto something very cool here.

Just as he went to stand up, I put my hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down. "Man, you owe me a few favors. You know I can't write. You've got an outstanding idea there, and I want you to write one like that for me too. Errr, for me to give to my Karen. You know what I mean."

He didn't look too happy about it, but he said 'OK' and got right to it. It was only a few more minutes before he was also done with mine. It sure looked weird for Mark to be writing a note to my girlfriend with that kind of explicit language.

"So how are we going to know which note is for which girl?" asked Mark.

I thought for a bit, but shrugged my shoulders. "Hell, I don't know. But does it really matter?"

Mark just shook his head 'no' to that. "They basically say the same thing, so it doesn't matter" he said as he turned to walk away to find someone to deliver the notes.

Almost saying it loud, I thought to myself "The only thing that is different is that the rooms listed on the papers, they are just one door apart, and what if we go in the wrong room?" 

As Mark walked away, that thought churned in my mind. At first I got pissed off thinking of Mark having his way with MY girlfriend. Especially considering how much (my) Karen and Mark seemed to try to hide their sexual tension around me under the guise of 'friendship.' I'm not that blind - I know it is there. I know they have liked each other for quite some time, and there have been several times where I thought something naughty was going on between them. Could we both play it off as an accident? But would this harm our relationship? On second thought, maybe I wouldn't play dumb, I couldn't let this happen.

I know exactly why the next thought came to mind. Maybe I was taking Karen's comment from a few weeks ago a little too literally. She had said that sometimes she was so horny, she would let me do anything and everything I desired to her. As long as I was assertive and demanding This was always true when she was drinking – it worked without exception. The only thing was that she did not like talking dirty. Actually, she didn't like talking at all, she said it made her feel dirty, and her talking dirty made her sound like a slut.

Mark came back with some girl had never seen before and introduced me to Tracy. I thought it was pointless to introduce us since we would most likely forget each other in a minute considering the situation.

Tracy was holding both notes, one per hand, and I could see that the name 'Karen' was written on the top of each one. Looking in to the other room, we could see our girlfriends standing near each other, each talking with a different group of people. Mine was on the right, and Mark's was on the left.

Taking the paper from Tracy's hand, I opened it to look where I would be going. The note said:

***

Hey Karen, you know who this is. It's time to get freaky, you sexy thing! You and me need some time alone to get dirty. In eight minutes, you need to go to the 2nd floor, and go to the last door on the right. Go in and turn off all the lights. Take off your clothes, and wrap yourself in the bathrobe hanging on the closet door.. I will be in to meet you a few minutes after that.

***

Giving the note back to Tracy, Mark and I walked away so the girls wouldn't see us at delivery time. As we left, I asked Mark "So how do you know there is a bathrobe on the door?"

He replied "Planning, dude. I didn't know what room was going to be available, so I went in to all the bedrooms and rummaged through the closet. Everyone had a bathrobe, so I put it on all the closet doors. Oh, and our notes are different – yours says eight minutes, and mine says four minutes. We don't want them meeting in the hallway, so they got different times."

Now very impatient, I must have checked my watch a dozen times within the first two minutes. He noticed and laughed at me. "Come on, man. Let's do something to take our minds off of what time it is. We still have a few minutes."

Grabbing my arm, he pulled me in to the kitchen where the bar was set up. "Here, two shots each to celebrate 'breaking in' someone else's house!"

Hell ya, I could drink to that. It looked like he didn't need them, but I had only had a few. The shots burned going down, but they sure got me warmed up from the inside out. Forget looking at my watch, I knew that it was time to go upstairs and play.

"Hey Mark, it's that time – you need to head upstairs."

He turned to me with a confused look. "Dude, which room am I supposed to go to? I actually think I forgot just now!"

I thought for a minute, but my head was buzzing real good, so I just gave up. "I'm sure your girl is just in the room on the right – go get her!"

Thinking ahead before we showed up tonight, I had bought a box of condoms, thinking the odds were in my favor of being able to use them. Luckily, I had put them in my back pocket – and now we needed them. Tearing one package off the link, I tossed it to Mark.

Naturally, he couldn't catch it, so it took a moment of fumbling for him to pick it up and slip it into his pocket. He turned back to me with a weird excited grin, he walked upstairs with his right hand held up so he wouldn't forget which door. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, to turned his head quickly to look at me to give me the thumbs-up.

A few minutes later, my watch saying it was my turn to get some action, I walked up to the door on the left, thinking of what was in mind earlier. Usually I was not that forceful and demanding in bed, but this is what my girl wanted. So now it was time for a bit of a change. I took a deep breath, getting my attitude on, and stepped through the door.

It was so dark I couldn't see anything. I put my hand up in front of my face, but only saw a pale blur. Speaking low but firmly, I said "Where are you hiding? Get your ass ready for me." I paused to see if I had a response. Nothing. "I SAID, where are you? Call me to you. I need to hear you."

A whisper came from across the room. "I'm here baby. On the bed. I'm waiting for you. I need you."

What I had told Mark downstairs came back to me, and I realized I had also forgotten which room was which. I was fairly sure my Karen was here with me, behind the left door. But now I was no longer 100% sure of who I would meet as I got to the bed. No, I was sure. This was my girl here with me.

I walked quickly towards the sound of her voice, starting to take my clothes off on the way. Not sure how much further to go, I stopped, using the opportunity to drop what clothes I could, and taking off the rest as I stood there. "Now where did you go? Why can't I hear you?"

"Just a little more" the voice called back to me. She was only a few feet away, just two steps and I was there. Feeling the bed up against my knees, I stopped and bent over, reaching my hands down to find my girl. Grabbing a section of her leg, my hands moved in different directions to find how she was laying.

Ankles. I reached ankles first. Taking both of them in my hands, I pulled her towards me until they were just hanging out past the end of the bed. "Now roll over onto your front and get up on your knees. Now! Very good. Now scoot back so your knees are just by the end of the bed. Yes, very good. Now spread your knees wider apart. More... More... Just a little more. There, now stop."

Even though I couldn't see her, I knew her ass was only inches from me. My cock was aching to ram into her, but that would have been too fast. Going down to my knees, I moved my face closer and found her ass cheek with my nose.

My hands left her ankles and moved up her smooth legs, stopping at her nicely rounded ass. Not too much bounce, and the perfect size for my hand to caress. Following what I had planned out before, as soon as my hand was placed in just the right spot on her ass, I pulled it back and swung forward, the sound of the slap bouncing around the room.

Karen whimpered "Damn baby, what's gotten into you? That hurt, but ummm... I uhh, I kind of liked that a little bit."

"Damn straight baby, you had better like it. You are gonna get worn out tonight, and you are going to love it. You're getting your wish – right now I'm gonna ride you hard and make you beg for everything."

She did not answer, so I smacked her ass with my other hand. She cried out a bit, but the sound was pleasure, not pain. Smacking her again then rubbing in the same spot, I moved my hand down, lightly caressing the skin between her legs, just avoiding touching her pussy. She was already wet and I could feel the heat radiating off of her. Teasing her with my fingertips, I said "Beg me to touch your pussy, and I will. If you don't your ass will get hurt again."

She didn't answer, she just pushed her ass back at me. I smiled to myself, knowing she wouldn't say anything. She jerked away as my hand went SMACK again on the same cheek. "Ya, you like that, do you? You want more? You are my slut tonight, and you will beg me, do you understand?"

She pushed back against me again, but said softly "Yes master, whatever you say. Please master, put your mouth on me... down.... there."

Tracing the outline of her pussy with my finger, I said "Nope, not quite right. It's your pussy. Do you want my tongue on your pussy? You had better tell me that then."

Hesitatingly, and almost too soft to hear, she finally said "Master, please lick my pussy. I need your tongue inside of me."

I still wanted more than that. Moving lower, I put my face on the side of her ass and slid down to the back of her thigh. Sucking in some skin and teasing it with my tongue made her jump. I moved an inch closer to her pussy and did it again.

Moaning, she pushed back again. "Please, I'm begging you. Eat my pussy, damn it. I need to feel your tongue on my clit. Please!"

That did it, that would work. As the last 'please' was coming out of her mouth, I moved my mouth over just an inch and shoved my face into her pussy, my tongue stabbing into her clit.

She screamed into the blanket as she started to cum immediately. She started bucking her hips taking her pussy away from me. I couldn't have that. Grabbing the front of her leg I pulled her back to me and shoved my tongue in her pussy, licking all around, and pushing it in and out of her.

One scream turned into another, and her whole body was shaking in the throes of her climax. As she slowed down I pulled my head away, but quickly replaced my tongue with two fingers. Shoving as far as I could, my middle finger reached down inside of her, searching for her g-spot. Not letting her completely recover from her first orgasm, I let go of her leg to free up my hand. Reaching for her clit again, I only rubbed it lightly. 

"Cum for me now, dammit. I want to feel you cum on my fingers. You aren't just my girl, you are my slut now too. Beg me for it."

Her voice ragged, trying not to moan, she said "Harder. Fuck me harder. I love the feeling of your fingers inside of me."

She got it now. Her ass shoving back against me, my fingers pistoning in and out of her, I finger-fucked her mercilessly. My other hand was busy tweaking her clit, lightly rubbing back and across the top of it, just like she had shown me long ago. It drove her mad, and that's what I needed to do now.

"You aren't cumming for me, slut. Why not? I need to feel you."

"I need your cock master. Shove you cock in me please. I need to feel your rod slam deep inside of my pussy."

My arm was starting to get sore, so this was a welcome change. Already rock hard, I stood up and lightly placed my throbbing cock head at the entrance to her pussy. In and out only half an inch should tease her enough.

"FUCK ME, dammit. I need to feel you inside me."

Now she was into it. My cock could reward that. Grabbing her hips, I shoved hard, burying my cock inside her. She moaned something, the meaning lost in the blanket. My hands tight on her hips, my hips rocking, I thrusted as hard and fast as I could.

Screaming into the blanket, she started to cum again, and I slowed down only to feel her pussy throbbing and flexing on my shaft. The feeling was intense, and was making me get too close. I pulled out quickly, making a popping sound as I exited her. It took only a second for me to find the rubber in the back pocket of my pants, and I put it on in record time.

Getting back in position, I shoved deep inside of her again. The feeling reminded me how much I hate wearing a condom. The feeling just isn't right. She had noticed it too.

"No, please, don't fuck me with that, your cock doesn't feel the same" she said quietly.

"You know I can't cum inside of you. I will take it off, but only because I will be cumming on your sweet little tongue."

As I pulled back out of her and rolled the protection off, I could hear and feel her moving on the bed. Climbing up on the bed, I lay down on my back and reached out to find her leg. "No, don't move away. Stay there. Now bend over and clean your cum off my cock."

Her hand hit my hip as she reached out for me. Tracing her fingers across me, she stopped only at the touch of my cock. It jumped at her touch, then the next thing I knew, she moved closer and the heat from her mouth was making it's way down to the base of my throbbing member. Reaching out for her, my hand latches onto her breast, swaying with the motion of her body. As she caresses my balls, I caress her soft breast, tweaking her nipple every time her whole hand cups my sack.

Lost in the feeling of her talented tongue and compressing entrance to her throat, I know it's only seconds before I am done. It seems like the only part of my body that exists is the part of me sliding between her ruby red lips.

My hips raise to meet her head bobbing on me, my hands grabbing handfulls of blankets. Deep within my legs, I feel the end quickly rising to my crotch. Her caressing hand on my balls stops and gently squeezes as they rise slightly to release my seed.

Gasping for air, I can say "I'm gonna... gonna.... gonna..." then the thought is lost. "Uhhhhhh hhuuhh uhhh" is all I can mumble as I feel an explosion of pleasure erupt from deep inside of me.

My brain is foggy as I feel my strength shoot out of me in spurts, straight into her mouth. From another universe, I can her gasp, then swallow a couple times, then gag as it became too much for her. I feel the warmth on my belly as the overflow runs out of her mouth.

Suddenly spent, I lay still and tried to start breathing normally. I realized that Karen was now laying across me, my softening cock still in her mouth, but her body was shaking. Reaching down, I feel her arm, and it is shaking like crazy. It stops as her body tightens up and she moans as she is panting.

Minutes later as we can start to feel normal, she whispers softly, "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I was so turned on from the way I made you cum, I just had to finish myself off one more time too... And... That had to be the best fuck I have ever had. You are intense."

Almost saying something sweet back to her, I remembered that I was supposed to be acting differently tonight. Forgetting she was my girlfriend and getting caught up in the moment, I replied "You were awesome baby. After you recover a bit, come get me and we can do it all over again."

Standing up and getting dressed quickly, I left the room, closing the door softly behind me. Making my way downstairs, I saw Mark had finished before me and was already down here. From the look of it, he was done for the night. Sitting on the couch with his head rolled down on his shoulder and mouth hanging open, it looked like his eyes were closed. Reaching the couch, I saw that was the case. He was out for the count.

Wandering around the house, I ended up near the kitchen, and hoping for another drink, I stopped by the doorway as I heard the two Karens talking.

"You're so lucky!" I heard my Karen say "I hate it when he gets that drunk. It took him forever to get it up, then once he did, then he thought it was OK to fuck me in the ass, and that just isn't happening. So I kicked his ass out. So I ended up taking care of things myself and came down. Just my luck that you tell me what an awesome time you had. Don't take this the wrong way, but can I borrow him for a while?"

As I tried to wipe the shock off of my face from the comments my girlfriend made, they both laughed and walked out together. As they passed me in the doorway, I got a glare from my Karen, then a smile and a wink from the other. My heart jumped into my throat. We must have got the rooms mixed up! My insides kind of froze as I realized that Mark stuck his cock in my girl's ass. But that also means I screwed his girl's brains out.

The look Mark's Karen gave me worried me – did she know about our messup? Why did she look at me like that? If nothing else, both Karens had a similar body structure. Well, kind of. At least the parts where our hands were sure to be focused. Mark and I were fairly close close too. Did any of the other three notice the difference?

I saw the other Karen go into the bathroom, so I chased down my girl. Not that it mattered. As I walked up to her, she just glared at me. "Karen, what's wrong with you? I just wanted to say 'hi.'"

She turned away and said "You can come back and talk to me when you're a bit more sober."

As my Karen stomped off, the other Karen came out and stood next to me. "She looks a bit upset I think" she smirked. "Looks like you were a bad boy tonight. Funny though, you don't look nearly as drunk as she said you were."

"Umm, do you know something I don't?" I asked her.