0 comments/ 84894 views/ 3 favorites Poly at the Party By: Red_Writer Author's note: Wanted: Prolific author seeks literate editor(s). If you would like to assist in proofreading/editing stories before submission, please send me an e-mail telling me your e-mail address and any preferences. Full credit will be given and I pride myself on being easy to work with. * * * * * I had been at Joyce's party for 45 minutes. From a double futon in the corner I watched my official date for the evening, Joyce's niece. She was tall, slender young woman, much like Joyce herself. Unlike the aunt, Lena lacked the grace to pull off Joyce's natural elegance. She moved in jerky, quick motions, which made her always appear nervous. Not that she wasn't attractive. She was having sex with a couple across the room, eating the other woman that was being fucked on her hands and knees at the same time. So far the other woman wasn't returning the favor, but it was obvious to me from the undulation of Lena's thighs that she certain wished that the brunette would. Watching them and remembering how nice Lena tasted kept me mostly hard. Joyce had asked me to arrive early. It was Lena's first orgy and she wanted me to spend some time acclimating her. The young woman freely admitted while we petted gently in this very corner that she was much more attracted to women than men. That didn't lessen her appeal to me, especially since we were only loosely associated with each other for the evening. We had cuddled for a while, talking quietly until she was relaxed enough for cunnilingus. I ate her to a quick, fitful orgasm and then another longer, more intensely relaxing one. Lena reluctantly offered fellatio and since I knew it would be expected of her from others, I let her get her first taste of hard cock for the evening. When she seemed as interested in the sights of other people as she did in my erection, I let her go with my blessing, telling her to look me up later if she got bored or needed assistance. Looking around the room, I saw many of the same people I had seen all year. An old lover had got me started attending these parties. At first, it was all so exciting to watch strangers fuck. There was so much variety and combinations at Joyce's parties that I got a real education the first couple of months. Now, after a whole year, it was almost to the point of being a bore. Not that I still didn't enjoy the women I met at these events, but it rarely turned into anything more than a quick fuck and a thank you ma'am. Besides, I was now unattached and Joyce had a rule that only couples should be invited. "Nothing spoils an orgy like one too many horny pricks," she always said and Joyce knew more about throwing an orgy than anybody should. Besides, I think she loved to mix and match people together, like a Jewish mother, or so I'm told. That's how I had officially ended up with Lena, not that I was complaining. Joyce, tall, slender, and resplendently elegant even when nude as she was at present - we all were, after all - was even now leading a lovely creature in what looked like to be my direction. She had to stop along the way several times to caress a cheek in greeting or to grasp a prick in friendship. Joyce knew everyone or they didn't get invited and everyone knew and idolized Joyce. The lovely she was escorting was a shorter Latino woman with enchantingly dark skin and full breasts. She had wide hips and more of a full bush than one normally sees at these affairs. She seemed to be taking an interest in me while Joyce took her time crossing the room, which was one of the things that tipped me off to their eventual destination. Just looking at her made my cock stand fuller and prouder. He's such a showoff. As the two of them came closer, the mutual attraction I experienced with the smaller woman became more evident and less guarded. In essence we stared at each other even in the crowded room. The only flaw I could see on her body was perhaps a hint of acne scars on her face. But that hint was so unsubstantial that it only seemed to make her more real and human, and therefore more attractive to me. "Raymond, I'd like you to meet Janet, a special friend of mine," Joyce said by way of introduction when they had reached my corner. I knew better than to stand. Despite her regal bearing, Joyce always insisted on being casual at these affairs, unlike her life outside of these parties. Instead, I waited reclined and was glad to see that Janet reclined on the futon with me and extended her hand for me to clasp. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Janet," I said earnestly. Then, still looking into Janet's eyes, I said to them both, "A 'special friend,' eh? That's high praise, Joyce." "She said the same to me of you," Janet said in a refined, educated voice that still hinted of a Spanish accent. Joyce had done very well by me tonight. First her pretty lessy niece and now this exotic creature. "I think I'll leave you two to get acquainted," Joyce said smugly. "A fool could see you two want to spend some time together." "You're welcome to join us, of course," I told Joyce sincerely, though everyone who knew our hostess would know that she didn't engage in intimacies until late into the evening. Still, it was polite to offer, even though I did want some time alone with Janet. "Perhaps later tonight Raymond," Joyce said smiling down at me. "You'll owe me big for this one so I expect you to last a good long time." We both knew what she meant and it was a task I certainly didn't mind performing. In fact, truth be told, it was the only thing that kept me coming back to these parties these days. Toward the end of the night, as people were leaving, Joyce liked to be stationed near the changing room on her hands and knees giving cocks and cunts one last lick before they go. Only usually, it was more than one lick and the whole process, while invigorating, took a while. She also liked to have a hard cock inside her as she performed her hostess duties, as she called it. First in her tight cunt and finally ending the night in her ass. She enjoyed my services since she found out how much I enjoyed a nice, slow fuck. I can stay hard for quite a while when motivated and Joyce was quite a motivation. She had given me the moniker, 'Slow and Steady.' Or, perhaps that's what she called my cock. I never really knew one way or the other, or cared to tell the truth. The name fit me. I've always enjoyed a slow and steady fuck with a pretty woman. After Joyce left, Janet and I lay facing each other on the futon. I was about five or six inches taller than her and had much lighter skin. My red hair also contrasted well with her very dark brown hair. I was leaner than she was as well, though Janet was by no means overweight. She was just curvy and well distributed. We just took each other in, looking curiously. Janet made our introduction complete by reaching forward and taking my erect cock into her hand in a friendly sort of way. As was polite, I returned the gesture by caressing her full breast. "You're a 'special friend' and you seem easy going in this company. My guess, Janet, is that you're someone who used to go to these things sometime in the past but you've been away from the scene a while. Is that close?" I asked her curiously. Nodding her head in confirmation, she added, "I've been away about two years now. I live close by, but our family situation kept me busy. Things have recently changed, so now I'm here again." "I've been attending Joyce's parties for about a year now and I knew I would have remembered seeing you. The change in the family situation, I hope it wasn't too unpleasant," I told her sympathetically. "Not unpleasant so much as disconcerting," she explained. Janet had large, intelligent brown eyes and her face was very animated. "We were all very adult about it, but my husbands told us they were gay last month and up and left abruptly." "Husbands? Us?" I asked curiously. "Polyamory?" "Yes," she stated casually. "Four wives and two husbands. At least it was until then. Now we're trying to sort things out. In the mean time, I've been getting a little anxious for something a dildo can't give me." Janet cuddled closer and gave my penis a more serious squeeze and stroke. Four horny women in the same home. Sounded like heaven to me, especially if the three other angels looked half as decent as Janet did. "Joyce says you know how to make it last," Janet said smiling sexily. "That's what I need right now. We can even talk during. I like that." Janet slid under me as I murmured something about, "My kinda woman." Breathing deeply and a bit fast, she told me that she was ready. With a few rubs up and down her moist groove to wet my crown, I eased back and then pushed in nice and slow. The sigh and moan that rose from the Latino woman's throat was enough to make my balls tingle all the way down to my toes. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around me, the bow of her back transforming her body into the near perfect cradle for us to rock against the soft futon on. "Nice cock you have there, Raymond," Janet said when her breath steadied and her eyes cleared. "Or do you like to be called Ray?" "Mostly Raymond, but a beautiful woman like you can call me anything she wants. Especially with a cunt as nice as yours." Since we had just been grinding into each other for about a minute, I pulled back gently and made a couple of slow, deep strokes. The trick to slow fucking I've found is to mix up the variety. Not too much, not too little, never the same stroke for too long. It takes a special kind of woman to really enjoy slow fucking, too. She has to keep wet, which means she has to be turned on the whole time. Too many women were just like too many men. Quick on's and quick off's. The sweet rock of Janet's hips and the feel of her wet pussy made me hopeful. If she could keep it up a while, she might be a keeper. "Tell me more about you, Janet," I asked her, looking into those pretty brown saucers she used as eyes. "What I see I like, but I want to know more." "I work here in the city," Janet said, then closed her eyes briefly to enjoy the new stroke I was giving her. "An attorney. Mostly contracts. Made partner two years ago." That was quick to make partner, since I would have only guessed her to be about twenty-eight years old. There are, however, some things you don't ask a woman when you first meet, even if she is screwing you very nicely. Especially if she is screwing you nicely. "I met Janet when I handled a case for her personally five years ago. The night we won, she took me to bed to celebrate. It was the first time I had cheated on my husband, so she made it up to him the next night. Or rather, we both did," she said smiling. "After that, we both got interested and started coming to her parties," she continued. "They were smaller back then, more intimate. That's where we eventually met the other couple and two other women we married." "So it wasn't just a group husband that ditched on you, but a guy you'd been married to a while? Ouch!" I said sympathetically. "High school sweethearts to make it worse," she nodded. "The boy that took my cherry, even. All of them. I never would have guessed it, but from hindsight we girls could see that the guys were paying a little more attention to each other on group nights." "Damn shame for you gals," I said in consolation. "Do you have much invested in the marriage?" Janet smiled warmly and put a little more oomph in the rock for a moment. "Sounds like you know a little about polyamory. And yes, of the six of us, four had professional careers. The other husband and one of the wives are more the domestic type. So yes, we all had a lot invested. Fortunately the guys agreed to a sweetheart deal for us gals. They felt bad about deserting us, I guess." As I grazed on the bounty of her bosom for a while, Janet ran her slim fingers through my hair as she held me to a tit to nurse. Then, pulling my hair back gently, she asked, "Where have you heard about the lifestyle?" "Just things I've read, really. Starting with Heinlein I suppose, like everyone. No practical experience, but it's always been an interest of mine in principle," I explained. "Oh really," she smiled wide, her teeth perfectly straight and white. "Tell me your not attached or have any deep-seated homosexual tendencies and I may orgasm!" "I'm not and I don't and by all means be my guest," I said, enjoying the intimate banter. I love talking to intelligent women only second to fucking them. Talking to them while I'm fucking them is pure bliss. "I was just kidding. Well no, I really wasn't. But I do need to cum right now to clear my head," Janet explained. "It's been so long since I had a cock this nice in me. Would you be a dear and raise up just a bit so I can reach in?" Knowing what she was after, I leaned back on my haunches, pulling Janet's thighs out and back with me. Her belly was exposed this way and her full breasts swayed appealingly on either side of her sternum. As I leaned back, Janet reached down and started to strum her clitoris aggressively, searching for a quick release. "You're a sexy bitch," I whispered to her, hoping she enjoyed dirt talk. When she moaned deeply, I went on, "Never felt this good screwing a lawyer over before. Got a nice, wet cunt on you, too. Great tits, too. I'm gonna fuck those tits later. Not too much though, because your pussy feels so good. Haven't felt a snatch this good in quite a while. Good and deep. And tight. Squeeze me, baby. Squeeze that cock real good." Janet tightened all over and her eyes rolled back. She yelped, though I could tell she tried to hold that back. Maybe she was a screamer. Damn, I love a screamer. I liked everything about this woman, especially the way her pussy clenched me hard when she came. Very nice! When Janet got her wits back, she raised her arms up to welcome me back down in the cradle. "Come back down here, lover," she said intimately. Usually people didn't assume intimacies at these affairs, but we did seem to be making a commitment to each other to at least spend most of our time together tonight. "You're a dear," she said stroking my face. "And I really needed that. Now, where were we?" "We were talking about your marriage," I suggested, though in truth we had been talking about my interest in her lifestyle. She smiled devilishly at me, telling me that she realized I was shifting the subject back somewhat but that she didn't mind. As I commenced stroking in and out of her lazily, she continued. "Of the girls that remain, we have an accountant who's the oldest of us all. Smart girl, too. A little plain to look at, but Marsha brings a lot to the table. She's an Anglo, like you. There's Chimera. She's a doctor and grew up in the Caribbean, though her family had to leave the islands in an uprising. Very dark and very passionate. Then there's Sophia. She's Italian and she's the den mother to us all. Loves to cook and clean and care for everybody. She plays piano and sings opera and has a figure to match, though everyone adores Sophia." As she explained about her family, I thrust into her with more interest. I adore variety in women and their marriage sounded like a real melting pot. The only flavors they had really left out were Asian and Indian, but hey, a guy couldn't ask for everything. "So Raymond, what do you do when you're not fucking horny lawyers," Janet giggled. "Write mostly," I told her. I consciously eased back a notch or two on my arousal, which was possible if we were talking about me and not her. "My parents left me enough I don't really have to work, so I write what I like. But I'm good at it too. I support myself, which is more than most writers can say." "Fiction or non-fiction?" she asked, giving no indication on which she preferred. "Non-fiction for money. Technical stuff usually. Different projects really because I have a wide range of interests. Fiction for fun, mostly sex stories," I admitted. "Oh, I could give you some nice ideas!" Janet cooed and squeezed her big breasts together with her arms and began to caress them with soft, feminine hands. "Oh, you already have, dear," I assured her. "I'll have to start a whole series now. Call it 'Fantasies in Black, Brown and White.'" Janet stuck out her bottom lip in a mock pout. Then she laughed, saying "I give you the ideas and I get second billing. That doesn't seem fair." "I was thinking of you in the middle of the sandwich," I told her. "That's where the spicy meat goes, isn't it?" "You're quick," she said, chuckling and picking up the rock a bit. "I like that. Though I'm thinking white in the middle right now. Between brown and black." We both fell silent suddenly and our mutual thrusting intensified. Janet was kneading those big tits of hers and I've always liked to watch a woman work towards her own satisfaction. We had been fucking a while, though with no clock and pleasant company, the time had seemed to pass quickly. My balls felt tight and full though, so I picked up the pace and moved toward my own release. Suddenly Janet pulled me down quickly and kissed me hard. Then she arched back and whispered intensely, almost like a whispered scream, "Fuck me, you bastard. Let me feel your cum inside. Don't make me beg you, please. Just give it to me. You know I need it so much, baby. Fuck me harder! Do me! Do me now!" The intensity of her emotions and my own deep need made me arch into her strongly. I tried to hold back, to wait, and to enjoy each sensation. But then Janet clenched down on my cock with a spasm that shook her and I found myself exploding in the passionate Latino woman underneath me. Wave after wave of sensation washed through me and down into her, then splashed up from her depths and back into me. Somehow I was able to keep my weight off of her. As my eyes cleared, I found myself looking into her warm, brown eyes and we were rocking again, as if by instinct. "Why don't you let me on top for a while," she suggested. "You must be getting a little tired." "I'm OK right now, though I must admit I've been wondering about the view with you riding me," I admitted. "Then let's switch in just a second. I feel you getting soft and I want to suck you for a bit. I love to taste myself on a man's cock. You just have to promise not to let one of these studs poke me from behind while I'm on top. I know how these randy guys get when they see a woman's ass at these parties." "I'll protect you, milady," I said chivalrously. "No one gets that pretty ass tonight unless they get through me." "Why thank you, you handsome man," she said, laughing. Then she said smiling, "It's not that I'm against anal. I just like to take it slower than most at these parties." We switched and Janet took long enough licking her flavor off my staff that when she was done I was nice and stiff again. It didn't take that much really. Just the sight of Janet's full lips and her breasts as she bent over like that was enough. The fact that she turned sideways a bit and let me feel her tits while she did it put me over the top and got me very hard. I've never been able to cum in a woman's mouth, though. As much as I love to see myself getting sucked off by a pretty girl, or by any new girl really, the sensations have just never been enough to get me off most times. Except when a girl pulls off to take a load in her mouth or something like that. When Janet rose up into the saddle and started to ride, I was enamored all over with those big, full tits. She liked to lean over and put them in my face, too. I milked and mauled and kissed and caressed them to my heart's content. And Janet seemed content to let me do it, only purring in my ear occasionally and whispering intimate encouragements when she felt the urge. Poly at the Party Finally I lay back and looked complacently up at the beautiful Latino lawyer that fate and Joyce had made cross my path. "Thanks for letting me do that," I said, grinning up at her like the cat when the canary's cage is swinging empty. "No problem," Janet smiled and gave a throaty purr as she began her own slow fucking motion. "I know guys like my tits. They always have. If I like the guy, it feels real good to see them go crazy. It makes me feel sexy." "A woman like you should feel sexy all the time. And I'm not just talking about your tits," I says, smiling up at her. "Glad you think so, but I work at a big firm and it's all business there. I'd gotten used to being sexual at home, but the last month it hasn't been the same," she acknowledged. "Do the other girls feel the same?" I asked her, my curiosity about the four of them returning. "Chimera not as much. She has a real fondness for women, even though she loves a good boning as much as the rest of us girls," Janet said, smiling wide at her vulgarism. "The other two are worse than me, I think. Sophia lost her husband, too. Her old one, that is. She's been like a mopping housewife. Marsha, she's the accountant, needs cock so bad she's getting twitchy. She's very shy though. Not like me." We settled into a quiet ride for a minute or so, both of us thinking about the other women, though I'm certain our thoughts diverged. Finally, I had a question I just had to ask even though it broke the silence. "Any children? Or plans to have them?" I asked her. "Just three, all from before we got together," Janet explained, slowing down and rocking gently back and forth as her thoughts turned towards the children. "Marsha's daughter is just about to turn eighteen. Chimera had a girl; she's six now. Then there's Sophia's boy, conceived just before we all got together. He's like the family baby, spoiled by all of us," she said smiling proudly. "And plans?" I prodded her, figuratively and literally. "More like hopes," she said, sounding discouraged. "We all knew my husband was shooting blanks from the start. Us younger girls were trying with Sophia's husband, but it just never worked out. I guess it was for the best." "So right now?" I asked, unconsciously thrusting against her harder. When Janet snickered and rolled her eyes at me, I realized what I was doing and blushed a little. "I took a shot a week ago," she explained. "It's suppose to be good for a month or two. But thanks for the reaction. Best compliment I've had in a while." I couldn't believe this sexy Latino woman was doubting her sensuality. When I told her that, graphically explaining how appealing I found her, she blushed again and then explained herself. "I usually have a lot of confidence, but when your husband of eight years packs off and leaves with his best friend, it hurts a little," she said, even though her expression and demeanor suggested it hurt more than just a little. As I was about to console her, my official date Lena appeared beside us, her eyes twinkling excitedly. She had obviously been enjoying herself at her first orgy, but now Janet captured her attention. After I introduced the pair as Janet continued to rock on top of me, Lena asked if we'd enjoy some company. With a glance, I deferred to Janet and was happy to see her smile. "Well, you're a pretty one," Janet said, reaching forward with one hand and caressing Lena's cheek. The two women leaned into one another and shared a soft, exploratory kiss. "I'd like to see him work on two women, too." My eyes locked in on Janet's when she said that and I think both of our thoughts were running along the same track. I had the feeling I was being interviewed for a job opening and the curious feeling of very much wanting to please her so I could make the grade. When Lena deferred to us on the how's of putting the three of us together, Janet suggested she move up over my head and turn back to face her. "I've got a comfortable spot here and I think Raymond looks hungry for that pussy between your legs, eh Raymond?" she cackled softly. I winked at Janet and smiled agreeably knowing that Lena would rather be astride my face than on my prick. What I couldn't appreciate from this position was the passion for which the two of them went after each other's lips and breasts. I felt them kissing and touching one another as I ate out Lena, and certainly I felt the results of their excitement on both my tongue and dick. But, blast it all! I couldn't see them! Still, a man can't have everything. I had a gorgeous woman riding my cock and a pretty pussy to eat as well. It was easy to become resigned to such a situation. So by mutual, if unspoken, agreement, both Janet and I teamed up on Lena to give the young woman a time she wouldn't soon forget. I took care of her lower half, licking her cooch and caressing her ass, while Janet took care of business topside. Within two minutes of burying my nose inside her, Lena was climaxing and over the next twenty minutes or so she hardly stopped after that. From my perspective, licking her clit and nuzzling her wet slit, all I could tell was her exuberance in gripping me with her thighs and the slightly increased flow of moisture every time she orgasmed. At first she was picky about where I touched, but after ten minutes she was enjoying herself so much I was able to gently ease a slick finger into her ass and after that the quiet girl seemed to get very vocal. Not that I could hear it all with her thighs attempting to crush me, but I got the real sense she was enjoying herself immensely, especially because she was trying to set down even harder on that finger than before. Eventually she just seemed to go limp. Janet got up from her catbird seat and together we eased the poor, inexperienced girl onto her back on the futon. As Janet consoled her, I flagged a passing serving girl who provided us with bottled water and some clean towels. Drying my sticky face and refreshing myself with the water, I was soon ready to go again. After Janet had refreshed herself as well, she looked at me for suggestions. "She's mostly out of it, but I don't see why we don't both enjoy her a little more as long as we don't break her," I said smiling. Describing what I had in mind, Janet got on top of Lena and raised the murmuring girl's legs up as though she had a prick and was going to fuck her missionary. With their pussy's snug together, I moved in behind Janet and pressed my hard cock into her from the rear. Janet immediately understood and looked back at me with a nice, sexy smile. She hugged the brunette to her and went as if to make love with the near senseless girl, kissing and caressing her as I slid slowly in and out of the Latino woman's warm cunt. The only part of Lena I could feel was her bottom brushing against my balls every time I took a stroke, but that in itself was interesting. Plus I got the pleasant view of two women making out beneath me. So as not to add my weight to theirs, I stayed mostly upright and kept my hands on Janet's glorious ass. She looked almost as beautiful from the rear as she did from the front, which was saying quite a lot. She had round, full cheeks on her ass that matched the pillows on her chest. Her hips were wide and lovely too, what my mother would have called 'baby making' hips in her day. Altogether, it was fun to fuck her from this direction too, even though she seemed consumed with romancing the reviving brunette underneath her. I felt Janet cum at least once like this and she was building towards another when she stopped and looked back at me. "She wants you to fuck her for a while ike this," Lena told me excitedly. "Can you reach her from there?" "Straddle her stomach and let me have her lower half," I suggested. When Janet had done what I asked of her, I saw the pretty, brunette pussy of the younger girl sticking out just under Janet's wonderful ass. After looking to Lena to be sure this is what she wanted and seeing only encouragement, I slowly started to penetrate her. Lena's cunt was tight, but just as warm and wet as Janet's was. I didn't penetrate her deeply, holding myself back and giving her shallow rhythmic thrusts. I think that appealed to Lena, though. A deep, hard fucking was not what she was after. As I went about doing the slow in and out, I could see what Lena liked about this. Janet was still essentially between us, leaning forward and letting the younger girl feast on her marvelous tits. It must have seemed to Lena that Janet was the one fucking her. I'm sure she was thinking about this soft, brown girl with big breasts and the cock that suddenly appeared between her legs. Since I was able to run my hands over and around Janet's backside, this position had its pleasures for me too, even though I didn't hammer in deep. It was pleasurable to see them together, too. It didn't last very long though unfortunately. Soon Lena climaxed again and wanted to rest by herself on the futon for a while. We stood up together and then Janet ask me, "What's your pleasure, mister? You were a real sport there and I feel like rewarding you." That had a nice ring to it. I liked the idea of being rewarded. Once again I was feeling antsy and was getting in the mood for something more physical. "I was enjoying the view," I said, holding her close and fondling Janet's soft ass. "I was getting close to cumming, too. If you feel like rewarding me, let's finish that." "I'd like that too," she murmured and pulled my head down for a kiss. When we were through grinding together, she added, "Getting closer myself." She got on her knees at the edge of the futon and I mounted her from behind. This time Janet reached back between her legs and began to use her fingers in circular motion stimulating herself gradually. For my part, I eased in slowly and then built up until we both were banging away hard at each other. After holding back all night, as enjoyable as that had been, it was fun to go full throttle, too. Lena looked on at us, occasionally reaching out to caress the nearest brown tit but otherwise remaining aloof from the hard fuck. Taking the meat of Janet's hips in my hands, I used her flesh for leverage to pound her harder. By the time I reached my longest, hardest strokes, Janet was grunting deeply every time my thighs slapped sharply against her buttocks. Another five or ten strokes and she began screaming obscenities, first in English and eventually ones in Spanish as well. I held off as long as I could, just to hear her vocalizations. We began to draw a crowd, which wasn't easy to do with this jaded group. I ignored those around us as long as I could, holding back my release as I enjoyed the pure thrill of fucking this beautiful woman as hard as she deserved. But eventually I had to let it loose. Janet's wet, thrusting cunt was just too wonderful a receptacle not to try to fill completely. As she cursed and screamed and pounded her fists, I thrust deep and spurted my seed inside her. We locked up together, both of us arching our backs and groaning in ecstasy toward the ceiling. Her spasms seemed to time with mine, coming and going as she felt hot pulses of my semen fill her fully. As we neared completion, I reached toward her, grasping those lovely breasts and drawing her upright to me. Then we leaned against each other, temporarily exhausted. Janet's neck craned back weakly and I leaned heavily forward until our lips met, brushing together in a delicate kiss. As the crowd around us dispersed, it was Lena's turn to help us both down onto the futon. We lay facing each other once more, just as we had at the beginning, with the younger girl caressing the lovely Latino woman in my arms as we relaxed together. "I can't believe you two didn't come here together," Lena said excitedly. "You seem to be so into each other. And when she started screaming, it actually made me want to be in her place for just a little while there." We all laughed including Janet. She was a sharp girl and no doubt by now she had figured out the proclivities of Joyce's niece. "I don't know, Lena," Janet said, speaking to the other woman even though she was looking into my eyes, "there's not many men here like this one. Maybe you were on the right track before. Find a nice girl and settle down. That's my advice." "But this is so much fun," Lena said eagerly, her eyes already turning to the activities in the room around us. "Go ahead and enjoy yourself then. Janet and I will be right here for a while," I told the young brunette. After she left, there just didn't seem like much needed to be said between Janet and I. We held tightly to each other, occasionally kissing but more often just looking into each other's eyes and enjoying the view. When I felt any desire at all to move, I'd switch from caressing her ass to caressing her breasts. Janet probably did the same, though I didn't much notice. We just enjoyed each other's presence and closeness for a long time. It was Janet that finally broke our revelry. "It's getting late and the crowd is thinning. Joyce said she'd be looking for you then," she said smiling. "Have we been here that long?" I asked her earnestly. "It seems we just met." "She knows how to contact me. I'll make sure she knows I want you to," Janet explained. "Ring me up whenever you think of me." "That often, eh?" I said, then returned her wide smile. "I wouldn't want the other girls to think I was pestering you." "They'll probably insist on inviting you by to pester them if you've a mind to," she chuckled, then gave me a coy look and a giggle that brought a firm twitch out of my quiescent cock. "We'd better part now or Joyce won't get the favor she's due tonight," I told Janet reluctantly. It pleased me to see that she was just as reluctant to go. "I'll be on my way then. I've seen what I came here for," Janet said openly, reaching out to take my dick in her hand in the same familiar grasp that had started this evening off right. "Goodnight, Raymond. It was a real pleasure to meet you." We leaned together and I said my good-bye's with my lips and my hands. Before we pulled apart, my cock was hard in her hands once more. Janet leaned down and gave my cock his own deep-throated kiss and then a more demure one on the crown. Then, with a peck on my cheek, she rose and left. I watched those lovely brown hips sway off until I lost her in the crowd. Author's note: I appreciate all feedback. Let me know if you like this story (or didn't) and especially if you'd like to see the protagonist go home to meet the family. Don't forget to vote, whether you liked it or not. ~~Red