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The Afterparty Ch. 01

By: Laetor



The time had come for another event. I was getting tired of throwing these things -- seemed like the guest list just kept growing and my resources kept shrinking. There were the afterparties, though. Those tended to make everything else worth all the work, money and cleaning. I had already arranged the bouncer, the afterparty list, catering and...other purchases, so everything was set for 2 am. Meanwhile, I had a much larger, louder, crazier party to throw and endure before I could get to the sweetness.

People started arriving around 9:30. The DJ had already arrived, this beautiful young Puerto Rican guy named Juan. He went by some DJ handle I could never remember, but I had been hiring him so long he didn't mind me calling him by his real name. He showed up around 8 to set up all his gear, and he had started playing mood music (piped to several different rooms, including the garage where the dancefloor was) around 9. I was getting dressed and prepped at that time, a little nervous but mostly anxious for the party to end. It hadn't even started!

About 2 hours later, I was well lubricated and things were in full swing. Some serious fucking ladies had shown up, along with some of my guy friends, the ones I wanted to. They wouldn't miss these events for anything. Besides, tonight was a special night -- we were bringing in a new member and that didn't happen very often. At about 1 am there was the usual mass exodus, which I never minded, because it allowed the afterparty to begin without too many people being upset by it. The ones not invited didn't really want to take part, or at least pretended they didn't. The rest...well, they managed to while away the hour before the door was open.

After some more time passed I had chatted up some potential new ladies. I managed to resist about 7 different offers of weed, 2 of coke and many many drinks. My bouncer, Jeff, finally came over to me. "Hey, you wanna' get started downstairs? Some of the members are getting pretty excited. They might waste themselves in the nook before they have a chance to really enjoy themselves." The Nook was a small corner at the top of a staircase, closed off to the rest of the room by thick curtains. Furnished with big, fluffy pillows and nice deep comforters, it was a very cozy place to rest with a little hottie or boytoy. Problem was, people had been known to have too much fun in the Nook, before I opened up the downstairs. Jeff was right.

"Yeah, let's open her up, man."

"Good deal."

My room opened off the garage, strangely enough. I lived with three other guys, and my room was down a steep and small staircase, painted entirely in white. The stairs were half normal size. I was so afraid of someone killing themselves while drunk, I'd gotten renter's insurance just to cover such an occasion. So far, only one girl had stumbled bad, and we had...taken her pain away with methods I'm sure suited her pretty well. She wasn't normally a woman I'd invite into the club, but I'd been surprised at her fervor and passion. Extenuating circumstances proved a win-win.

Jeff took up his customary place on the stool, next to the door. I turned to the five or six people with me and said "The door is open, lovers." Then I entered.

The short hallway behind the door lead to the staircase going down. The hallway was also painted pure white. There were large sections of construction board attached to the walls, every square inch covered with pictures of past events. I'd been throwing parties for a long long time, and people loved to congregate in this hallway, looking at themselves and others having a good time in the past. At this point, with space at a premium, people considered it a bit of an honor to make it onto the "Wall of Shame". Jeff, however, had cleared out all the folks from my room below and the hallway already. He knew what was in store, and it wasn't for just anyone.

I slowly walked down the staircase, revelling in the anticipation and excitment of what was to come. At the bottom of the stairs was a 90 degree turn to the right, followed by 5 more stairs, and then a curtain. Past the curtain was my room.

I brushed the curtain aside. The first things to catch my attention were the silk sheets on my bed, pulled all the way down to the bottom. Pillows had been arranged around the edge, set 1 foot in, on the California King. Candles were lit everywhere (took me about 20 minutes to light them before the party), and Mandelay was on the system. My projector was already shooting some visuals on the wall, so I walked over to the laptop and touched the pad. The screen came up. I clicked Start, Run, and entered "kissmyass.bat". Immediately, the screen went black, and the projectors began showing images of incredibly beautiful women, with one twist -- these women were "thick", and had what most conventional men would probably consider to be big asses. What can I say -- I like the booty when it's big and fat. Don't get me wrong -- I can take a little dimpling, but cottage cheese is a turn-off. To find a woman with that big fat bubble ass, but still with smooth skin, was a special occasion. Those ladies almost always got invitations. Not many accepted (most people didn't because this shit was not for everyone, as I already stated) but enough have over the years to keep my libido happy, my right hand tired from replay, and my tongue sore from exploration of the nastiest kind. The other bonus to thick women is that their hips are real, their thighs are large and soft, and their boobs are real too. It's all good. Fine and thick -- give me that and I'm yours.

By this time the four people (2 women and 2 men) following me had made it all the way down. Jeff had already closed the door above, waiting for more invitiations to be shown to him. He was an excellent bouncer -- I've never had any problems with bribery or cajoling. It's hard to bribe a man who is given what I, his host, provided him.

Lisa, Tygre, Maurice and Jesh all looked at me, waiting for some sort of sign of what to do next. Even though they had been through this many times, they looked a little lost, a little distracted. That much anticipation can do that to you, make you confused when the moment you've been waiting for has finally arrived. They all knew the pitfalls of rushing things, they'd made the rookie mistakes everyone makes on their first time. Lisa retired to the bed. Jesh (good old Jesh) walked over to the laptop and start immediately searching for "*.MPG". Bastard always finds my best pr0n, hide it however I try. Seems he needs it to get things going. Hell, who am I to complain...some of my best times have been either right after or during a pr0n fest.

Tygre and Maurice were having a good deal of trouble keeping their hands off one another. And they both kept looking my direction. Tygre had on a Roman toga, draped carefully so that it was open on the side up to above her hip. If you looked carefully it was not difficult to see she had nothing on besides a thong underneath the toga. The toga itself had a purple trim to illustrate her royal nature. She had purchased some golden high heels which had long gold straps attached to the tops which she wrapped around her ankles and calves, also Roman style. The girl was already 5'9", so with the heels she almost topped Maurice, who stood at 6'1". Now, I'm a total shorty at 5'2". Probably why I threw these parties -- made me the Man, no matter how short I am. But that doesn't seem to matter, it appears God gives back what he takes away. None of my lovers has ever asked for more once I'm fully inside. I loved a woman who could tower over me -- put my mouth right at the level it needed to be. Tygre's hair was piled up on top of her head in silky curles, black as jet and twice as shiny. She had a gold chain interlaced with the curls, disappearing and reappearing mysteriously within her mass of scented goodness. Her makeup was exquisite, dark purple eyeshadow accenting her hazel eyes and pulling out the light purple flecks near the center of them. A lighter purple shade of lipstick further underscored her regal style. She was a Roman queen, out to get exactly what she wanted.

Maurice could have passed as her Centurion protector. He was a 6' tall gorgeous piece of black manflesh. Muscles rippled, his ass stuck out from his body like two halves of cantalope. Every time I saw him I remembered the pain, the searing pain followed by the decadent slick sensation rubbing against my prostate, making me come before I was ready. He loved to do that -- I'd be yelling "No! Not yet!" and he'd say "Oh yeah, right now, my little bitch. Right fucking now." He had shaved everywhere except his clean-cut head of hair and his eyebrows. No underarm hair, no pubes. He knew the way I liked him -- of course, Tygre didn't mind a clean boytoy either. His cotton breeches were already tenting out, because Tygre kept turning to him and kissing him deeply, lightly pinching his nipples (he had no shirt on), making him squirm. He'd moan every time she did it. Then they'd turn back to me. I have to admit, my own penis was getting pretty hard watching them. But they knew they needed to wait before they actually touched each other's private parts. The excitement was getting pretty fierce, Maurice would come fast if she even began to threaten to wrap her lips around his big black horsecock. Because that's exactly what he had. The thing had to be around 9 or 10 inches long. I'd wanted to measure it for a long time, but Maurice always denied me. He'd always say "It's big enough -- no need to brag." I loved his modesty, and I loved him, as much as I loved every member of our group. We were all very close, having shared so much with each other.

Meanwhile, Jesh had moved over to Lisa and stuck his hand inside her tight dress, rubbing her left nipple. She was clenching her thighs together, trying to stimulate her clit without touching it. She already knew it was in for a bruising tonight, and she wanted to make sure she didn't wear out the beautiful little button before the night was through. Her clothing only made her great body better looking. She was another full-figured girl, flaring hips (39) pulled in to a nice small waist (31) and a ice juicy breast measurement (38, C cup). She always wore these bras to the party which were one size too small, so her tits overflowed and made her look like some D-cup slut. What a fucking tramp -- I loved it. She didn't seem to mind the discomfort, although by the time she was allowed to remove her bra, you could see the lines imprinted on her flesh from the tightness of the wires. If it hurt, she hid it well and never complained. I liked that about her. Her dress was a light yellow number, reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. It had that neck strap that made the shoulder straps come down from each side of her neck and flow into the cups that held her delicious tits. The neck strap was a tiny little delicate thread of cloth. The skirt flared out from her hips, accentuating a waistline already wide, large and in charge. I always admired a thick chick who didn't mind being that way. Makes my dick hard to see them -- even better if they want the mushroom head buried down their throat, fa shizay.

In any case, Jesh had his hand underneath her dress top, cupping her nice left melon. She was barely keeping her own hand from grabbing his crank. She'd move it that direction, put it barely on his thigh, lightly stroke up towards his dick and pull it away, pinching her own right nipple to match Jesh's actions on her left. I could see their tension getting a little too carried away for this early, so I walked over to them on the bed, moved them apart and sat down between them. They were both breathing heavy, flushed. Jesh's right leg was dancing a tattoo on the floor, and his knee bounced up and down with nervous anxiety. I put my hand on his knee to calm him. The leg stopped bouncing, he took deep long breaths and managed to calm himself down a bit. He hadn't been with the group long, and everyone knew who his favorite was (Tygre). Lisa didn't mind, his dick got hard for everyone, and most people had their favorite partners anyway. There were no problems with favoritism -- the people in this group had a very good understanding of human behavior. We'd even had one couple meet in the group and get married. They dropped out before their engagement, and nobody blamed them. It was too obvious that they loved each other too deeply to continue sharing each other with the rest of us. We were all so happy to be invited to the wedding, none of us minded. Well, maybe a little -- the two of them were so hot I still leaked precum when I thought too long about them. I kept hoping their initial ardour would lessen with time, and they'd come on back for a little excitement to inject into their married lives. Stranger things have happened.

They both looked at the floor, a little embarassed at how they'd let themselves get excited so quickly. Jesh had a very nice suit on. He'd had it altered so that the lapels were just a little longer and wider than you'd expect, the jacket a little too long, the pants a little too baggy. He always had an eye for fashion, and this time was no exception. He seemed to be trying for a cross between a typical business suit (for that bling-bling P. Diddy look) and a zoot suit. I liked it. So did Lisa, apparently. Her chest was still heaving up and down, thighs still clenching under her flared skirt. I slowly reached my hand down and pulled her skirt up her legs. She looked at me quickly, wondering what I was doing -- this was unexpected. I kept drawing the material up, up. Maurice and Tygre, even Alan turned to see what I was doing. Was I going to eat her? Did I want to touch her? It was too early! But all I was checking for was to see if she'd done as I requested. Earlier that day she had called me up.

"Yo."

"Yo."

"What the fuck should I wear? I want your dick hard enough to slide up my ass."

"Well, there's a lot of ways to make that happen. In fact, it's almost there now, in one sentence. You're such a hot fucking bitch. Why do you talk to me like that?"

"Because you love it, and I liked to get your balls full of come before the party. You keep us in such suspense, you deserve a little of your own medicine. By the way, how are those hairless, smooth balls doing? Do they remember sliding around in my mouth?"

"Shut up, you slut. I love you."

"I love you too. Now, you haven't answered my question."

"I think you should be Marilyn tonight. I'd like a thong, some nice high heels, and stockings with garters. The stockings are important. You should wear them."

"OK, you got it. Oh, and honey?"

"Yeah?"

"Save some come for my throat. I've been practicing. You know that Heather Brooks site? I'm almost that good now. Your 7 inches shouldn't be a problem."

"Fuck, yeah."

"STOP touching yourself. I can tell you are. Take your hand off your cock right now."

"OK. OK. Later." I was laughing -- she always knew.

"Later."

With her skirt raised up to her cuntline, it was clear she had put her best pair of stockings on. She had a light yellow thong on as well (where did she find thongs that matched her dresses?). Perfect. My cock was rock hard. My own hand had to be willed away from it. (The entire group knew what an inveterate masturbater I was. Often they had to restrain me during the festivities. It was a long-running joke that I couldn't tell the difference between a cunt and my own hand. Wasn't true, of course, but I'd gotten pretty good at pleasing myself over the years. So far there was only one woman better at giving me a handjob than myself, and she had left the group a long time ago. Still missed her. I missed all the members who left -- they were my friends. The group was centered around sex with each other, but there was much more to it.)

I pulled her skirt back down. The fabric moved some pockets of air around, and I got a very strong breath of her sexual scent. It was clear she was more than excited, she was about to come, unaided.

"Jesus, Leese, what's gotten into you?"

"I don't know, guys, I'm just..._really_ fucking horny tonight," she said, looking around at everyone. "Could I be granted an exception?" 

Let me explain about exceptions. Each member was given 5 exceptions to be used over the course of a year's worth of events. I'd started by granting more than that, but it broke down too many rules and wrecked the delicate sexual tension I vigilantly maintained. Over the past 6 years I'd come down to 5. An exception could be asked for at any time, for any reason. The rule Lisa was looking to be exempted from tonight was, no climaxes before 3 am. It was only 2:10.

"Are you sure, baby? Can't you wait?" asked Tygre, with concern in her eyes. She didn't want Lisa pooped out too early, otherwise she'd have to take up Lisa's "workload" and that was a lot of action. She'd done that before, and it had really worn her out. A lot of fun, but probably more than she was looking for tonight. She knew the rules, though. Each person was assigned 2 climaxes for 3 people. That was a lot of of coming, even just the baseline requirement. 

"Look, it's been 3 months since I broke it off with Brian. My wrists are sore. I need some fucking. Seriously." Lisa had been going with this guy Brian for some time. We all knew she was coming to events without him, and basically cheating on him with us. We never stopped anyone from doing things like that, as long as we knew what was going on outside, but we didn't exactly condone it either. We didn't want anyone hurt, even those who weren't members. Brian, he was OK, if a little prudish and condescending. I wasn't surprised Lisa had dumped him. She said he was OK in the sack, but she just couldn't take being that much smarter than he was. Lisa was extremely intelligent, and had a hard time finding men who were not intimidated by her intellect. I was one of them. Being small-statured, I'd worked on my brain and body to make up for it. I'd spent years working out and reading everything I could find until I felt pretty well-rounded. Lisa and I kept thinking of dating each other, but so far it hadn't happened. Her statement reminded me we both were, for once, single at the same time, and that got my wheels turning.

"Alright," I said. "No problem with the exception. That brings you down to 2. You don't have many left. You need to get your shit under control, slut!" I said, laughing. It also got a laugh from everyone else, including Lisa.

"Who will help Lisa out?" I asked. This was not an idle question. The man or woman to take care of Lisa had to be extremely careful not to come, or lose an exception of their own for breaking the rule themselves.

No one answered. It was clear it was up to me. As the host, I certainly had dispensation and no one was going to mind if I broke my own rules, but still. I needed to follow them too, or total breakdown of order might ensue and the group lose its magic. I knew how to maintain composure, though. I'd had to do this kind of thing several times in the past.

"Lisa, raise your skirt."

She tucked her legs under her so her left thigh was a wide expanse of flesh, giving her a very Vargas look. She pulled up the fabric until just above her stocking tops. The garters were barely showing. She knew how to entice me. I realized she had planned this, to see if she could get me to lose my own exception. This was a pretty common game, but a real gamble on the part of the tempter. By asking for theirs, they had already spent it. If the tempted held out, the tempter's exception was lost for nothing.

"Fuck, you're hot, Lisa. I want to fuck you."

"Pull out your dick. Let's see that motherfucker."

I took my zipper down. I had worn my usual vintage tuxedo. Grosgrain lapels, gold cufflinks, Egyptian cotton tux shirt, smart tight custom-fitted vest. It was my Humphrey Bogart look. Always went over well with the ladies. I took the zipper down slowly. Lisa's eyes were glued to it, waiting for the one-eyed monster to appear. It was fully hard, of course, so I had to fish it out. When it appeared, Lisa, Maurice and Tygre took in a breath. Jesh blurted, "Let me suck it first."


The Afterparty Ch. 01



"No, Jesh, this is between Lisa and me. You'll have to wait. Alright, Lisa, remove that thong right now."

She slowly and sexily slid the thong down her long thick legs and off her feet. She still had her heels on. She placed the thong dantily in Tygre's hand. Then she stood up.

"You guys want to see something cool?"

With that, she turned her torso around so she could reach the back of her skirt. With a "rrrrriiiippp" sound she did something to the back of it. She turned back around, and in her hands she had some sort of section or piece of the skirt. She threw it on the bed. Then she slowly turned around. It turned out she had customized her dress so that a panel could be removed and her entire smooth, round ass could be accessed without having to remove anything else. Little bitch, knew how to get me. We all applauded.

"Nice one. Any more surprises?"

"Oh yeah, but those will have to wait until later. Right now I need to come, directly on your cock. Bring it over here, you fine bastard. Bring it to me."

She walked over to a wall and pressed against it with her hands. She stuck her ass out so that her lower back was almost parallel to the ground. Her cuntlips pouted. It was clear she'd had a sphinx in the past couple of days. There wasn't a speck of hair anywhere near her cunt and asshole. Speaking of which, a prettier, more petite, rosy and inviting asshole was rare in my experience. Lisa liked it up the ass, but I could tell her cunt was hungrier, much hungrier right now. I got down on my knees to examine the territory I was about to invade more closely. She slowly, so slowly, pushed her ass back onto my face, pressing her cuntlips against my mouth. The feeling of her soft round cheeks brushing against my face made my dick even harder if that was possible. Watching the big globes coming closer, closer, and finally trapping my face between them made me so damn excited. I had no choice but to open my own lips, slide my tongue out and give her cuntlips a nice, tentative, graceful lick. I heard her moan, and she pressed back harder. I moved my head back to maintain the light touch I knew would drive her wild in a very short time. She tried pushing back farther, but I moved away.

"Stop moving, do not take your hands off the wall."

"OK, but you've got to lick me, I mean it. I'm really really horny. I need to come."

"Alright, everything will be alright."

With that, I started. Nothing too fancy, nothing to write about, just some good, careful, methodical licking. While we were engaged (Leese usually took some time to come this way, that's why she liked it) 3 more people arrived from upstairs. Maurice and Tygre were still containing their interaction to kissing and some light petting, Jesh had gone back to the laptop and put some MPEGs up on the projector, repeating through the playlist without sound. He took out his dick and lubed it up, then started stroking it while watching the screen. He had a nice sized 7 incher (he wasn't afraid to measure it) and it was making quite a bulge in his pants. More impressive however was his big nutsack. Two large round eggs made up his testes, and they were a lot of fun to play with. The problem was, they all too easily blew up and got blue, providing us with much amusement and Jesh with a good deal of pain over the months since he'd joined. However, we always paid him off with a huge release sometime during the evening. He liked to be kept waiting. One time we really got worried about him, when he wound up in a fetal position on the bed holding his crotch from too much excitement. However, all I had to do was walk over, lube up his ass and slide on in, making sure I hit his prostate with each long, thick stroke. That, however, is a different story for a different time. Very intense night, actually. Remind me to tell it to you later.

In any case, the three new attendees consisted of 2 more women accompanied by their man. The three of them, Jason, Rebecca and Rachel, never went anywhere without each other. At least, not that I'd witnessed. They claimed they were "married", one of those new Californian couples. Rachel was a single mom with this beautiful little girl at home, from a previous marriage to a total jerk we were all glad had moved away. Jason and Rebecca were formally married, but as far as I could tell Rachel's daughter Madison treated them as her parents as much as her biological mother. It was an interesting experiment -- not one I'd necessarily take on, myself, but I'm pretty old-school as far as child-rearing goes. Ironic, considering my sexual tastes.

Anyway, Rachel was her normal stunning self. Her high cheekbones pulled her skin taut across her cheeks and nose. Her brow was large and clear, her skin was very white. She was about 5'4". Long legs, long arms. She had this slight double chin I could not resist -- it reminded me too much of an ex-fiancee. Finding Rachel was like finding my ex-fiancee Cindy, only much better looking, with a better body and better in bed. Finally, she had some of the biggest breasts I had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. I'm not fucking around here, her tits were so large she had medical problems with the cartiledge on her chest. It was deteriorating from the weight, and was a pretty serious problem. We kept telling her to have them reduced, but she considered them her best feature and was loathe to part with such incredibly large, well-formed tits. She was a double-D cup. (!) She preferred corsets so her waist was always about 4 inches smaller than it really was (pretty fucking small to begin with). She also kept her corset on during sex, so pulling on her while banging her from behind was a special treat. The only way she'd take a cock up her ass, though, was after a few drinks. Fortunately, I knew this and kept her well-plied with the best bourbon I could buy. Her asshole, tight, shiny, and so wonderfully forbidden, was worth it. Her second-most notable feature was this incredibly long black hair, down to her ass and beyond. It was unbelievable thick -- you could almost use a hair from her head as fishing line. When she braided it into 4 thick seperate braids (like tonight) it gave her this alternative, dom look. Really sexy, when you found out she was a total femme. 

Their husband Jason was a very slight guy, average cock, kinda' cute in the face, but he had these really cute nipples. Don't know why exactly they were so cute, they just were. Made everyone want to nip at them. His hands were also very nice, he kept his nails trimmed and cuticles clean. My own were nightmares of anxiety from biting, I was always embarassed for others to see them. No one had complained yet, though. I just tended to have problems when buring my fingers in some hot bitch's sex -- the salt in her sweet juices would make my fingers sting. Jason's hands, though, were hands you wanted to see holding your tits or stroking your cock. Total "model hands". 

Their wife Rebecca had her hair cut very short, and dyed with all kinds of different highlights. Her face was impish, as was she at 115 pounds, 5'3". Her body was totally misleading. For whatever reason, in clothes it never looked like much. But get her down to her underwear and you discovered to your amazement she had one of the best bodies around. Perfectly propotioned, nice full ass but not too fat, B cup yet her boobs looked big because of her body size. She was going to look fantastic for the rest of her life. I had invited her into our group after she had had sex with a good number of my friends and all of them remained friends with her. I figured this was no small accomplishment. Then I began to hear rumors that she was into wacky stuff like sex clubs, swinging, all this shit. Made me very interested. Finally got her into a hot tub at Jesh's Pimp Palace in Nob Hill and questioned her at length while she sat on my lap. Don't get excited, my cock bumped up against her pretty (cocks and pussies are never "uglies", ok?) but never got to slide inside that night. She told me all about her exploits. Seems the chick just totally digs sex, with men or women. She just basks in the shit. Great, I said to myself, and told her about my special club. She said yes right away, even after I told her she'd have to stop her other extracurricular group activities while she was a member. Since we're all so close, it's difficult (although not impossible) to break such a promise. So far I have no reason to not trust anyone with it -- another reason I love these motherfuckers to death. I'd do anything for any of them.

The three of them strolled into the room from behind the curtain. Jason of course was standing in the middle, with an arm around each wench. He always paraded the two of them around, and if he wasn't such a cool guy and willing to suck my dick I'd smack him around for being a showoff prick. In any case, you had to admire his moxie -- the guy just had the goods. There's no way those two hot bitches were going to hang out with him if he didn't. They took one look at what was going on and whistled.

Jason started in on me. "Looks like our esteemed host just couldn't wait to get his tongue wet."

Tygre backed me up. "Dude, Lisa was the one without any patience. She used an exception! I think she's just trying to get him to break and lose one or two of his own. Don't think it'll work -- he's been up against worse odds before."

Jason nodded. "Lisa, you fucked up this time."

Lisa was oblivious. She was getting close, which was my plan. By the time we actually started balling, she'd be done within minutes and I'd escape with my balls intact. I stood up and turned her around. We kissed deeply, sensually and lovingly. God, I loved her. She was one of our oldest members, older than me by about 4 years, putting her in her late 30's. Her body still held up fine, her face was totally beautiful -- she'd be my wife if I was the marrying kind. She was definitely the person I spent the most time with outside of the club. Plus, she pulled that phone call routine before every single event, making sure she wore exactly what I wanted every time. What a doll. That was it, I was done waiting. My cock still out of the zipper and still hard, I picked her up (strong for my size) and threw her on the bed with a squeal from her and a laugh from others.

"Get on your knees, bitch," I grunted. 

Lisa was on her knees, sticking her sweet ass back at me. She moved to the edge so I could stand while entering her heaven. I took my cock in my hand. Tygre ran over, bent over and spat on it twice in quick succession.

"I wanted to be a part of it somehow. Fuck her with my spit, make her come with it." I took my hand and rubbed her saliva all over my prick shining it up.

"Like that, baby?" I asked.

"Yeah, like that, mmmmm, I love spitting on dicks to get them wet for some bitch's cunt." You could tell Tygre was getting worked up from all this. It was about 2:40 now, time was getting nearer to when they could all start to cut loose.

I lined my dick up with Lisa's glorious opening. It was slick with my spit and her fluids. Her right hand was rubbing her clit in slow circles, pushing the skin above the clit over it, insulating it from direct contact, keeping it soft, ready, excited.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh my God, oh yyyyeeaaahhhhh." I slowly, so slowly, slid inside. There was no stopping my hard cock as it relentlessly pressed its way forward. There wasn't a whole lot of resistance, just good sweet friction. Her lube was flowing freely, no sticking or stuttering here. I pressed in all the way to the balls and hung out for a second, relishing the first instrusion of the night. Lisa looked back at me with such love in her eyes, such total committment to my sexual ideals, needs and afterparty concepts that I almost cried. Tears (I shit you not) welled up in my eyes. She just so grokked it all in its fullness.

"Lisa, I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. Now, fuck your little fucktoy."

"Oh, God, your cunt feels so damn good. It's so hot, wet, closed in around my dick."

"Yeah, baby, I know, but you need to move in and out for me, I need you to make my asscheeks bounce. Momma needs to come now, make me come, baby. Make me come, please. Don't make me beg."

"Ok."

Everyone else was rapt at this scene. My body took over, my eyes closed, my hands grasped Leese's hips tightly and I started to really fuck her. My hands roamed her cheeks, so big and smooth. Her long hair was too inviting to resist -- I grabbed a handful and gently pulled her hair back. "Fuck yeah, pull my hair, baby. Ride your momma'." She looked around at the others. "You like my boytoy? I'm so proud of him, he fucks me -- unh, unh, yeah, baby, like that, just like that -- so good. I saw his big hard dick -- unh, you like me saying 'big hard dick', honey? that's what you have, a big hard dick full of come for me, get it deeper in my fucking cunt you little bastard, unh, unh, UNH! -- the first time when he was 18 and I never looked back, I was 32 and horny and I just couldn't resist. Once I had this boy there was never anyone else -- unh, unh, oh fuck honey -- anyone else -- UNH! FUCK! It's SO FUCKING HARD -- for me," she gasped out. She was getting really close now. I looked over at Tygre and motioned her over. Lisa looked back at us, wondering what was going on. I grabbed Tygre by the hair and forced her head down (again, there was hardly any resistance, just a token display of rebellion) until her mouth was right above Lisa's irresistable little rosebud. "Invade this bitch, Tygre. Stretch that hole wide open with your mouth." Tygre went to work, pulling Lisa's cheeks apart gently and lashing Lisa's asshole with her tongue. I loved watching that.

Lisa started into the final stretch of her endurance. Thank God I hadn't started off with fucking her, her vise of a cunt was tightening up as the vaginal walls engorged with blood and my dick was trapped in a velvet, wet, hot, slick tunnel of flesh. Her cunt felt like 9 sets of botox-injected supermodel lips all stiched together, smeared with honey and come and slapped into a microwave for a minute and a half on high. There was no way I could have endured 20 minutes of this. As it was, I was using some degree of willpower to think of other things while still maintaining the erection...

"Oh. I'm close, don't stop. Please don't stop. Just like that. Don't change, just keep -- yeah, just like that. God, deeper in my ass, Tygre, deeper, please...OH. OH! OH! UNH! UNH! OH! OH! OH YEAH, UNH, FUCK, UNH, UNH, COMING, COMING, OH FUCK FINALLY COMING, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T STOP!" She was pretty much screaming now nonstop. Still saying words, still giving instruction while she was in the midst of a great come. I always loved her verbalization. I knew some in the group thought it a bit much, but it always turned me on. "YEAH! NOW! NOW! YES! GOD, YES! YES! YYYYYYEEESSSSS!!!!" That was it. She reached the top. Just in time too, my willpower to keep from coming was beginning to affect the erection. I slowed down, she stopped humping back hard at me, and we slowed down until we stopped with my cock still deep inside her. She looked back and I was surprised to see she had tears on her face. "Oh, my God, that was so (sob) good, so good, so good...oh God, thank you." I pulled out and she turned around and sat down at the edge. Still standing, with my dick out, I held her head close to my chest and she began crying, all the pain of her recent breakup coming out. The other people gathered around me. I noticed Jesh had shed all his clothes by this point. Maurice had all his clothes on still, he appeared to be waiting for something or someone, but Tygre was almost naked too. She couldn't seem to wait, and while she had rimmed Lisa's ass with her talented mouth digit she had stripped down at the same time. She left her thong on, though, to entice us all and leave a little mystery.

Rachel took off everything but her high heels, corset and black elbow length gloves. She had a thing for those gloves -- I tried each event to make her give me a handjob without them, so far without success. Drove me fucking nuts -- had to have what I couldn't get. Her hairless cunt seemed ready for some action, but she was intent on comforting Lisa, as was everyone else. We all managed to get some part of our body, lips, hands, cock, breast, hair, something to touch Lisa to let her know we were all there for her. She looked up at us with smeared mascara running down her cheeks, her yellow dress skirt crumpled underneath her ass and her breasts heaving from the fucking and the crying she was doing. "You guys are my family. Phae, when I call you my baby sometimes I think I mean it. Tygre, Jesh, Rachel, Maurice, Jason, Rebecca, I love every single one of you. I want to marry all of you. Thank you for being there for me. Don't let me do something stupid like that again." She reached up and grabbed Jesh's nutsack. "Unless he can make loads like this can." Her other hands hefted Rachel's left breast. "Or she has tits like these."

She got a small smile on her face and stated, "Now, let's get down to business."

end of part 1



The Afterparty Ch. 02



Lisa let go of Jesh's dick and Rachel's boob. She asked me for a cloth, and I gave her one of the washcloths I kept handy on the desk, in this small tub of hot water. I'd picked up these little tubs at Bed, Bath and Beyond that could be plugged in and the water kept hot. There were three or four spread around the room on various tables. They were extremely handy for people who did not want to leave a room but who still needed to clean themselves up. 

She wiped her face and between her legs (although for some strange reason the running mascara kind of turned me on, I was hoping she'd fuck someone at least once before taking it off. Don't ask me, I'm weird that way about white trash shit). Then she turned to Jesh.

"Jesh, honey, can you bring your dick over here, please?"

He moved over to her. She pushed her auburn hair back behind her ears and began to tell us a story about Brian. While she told her story, she stroked Jesh's cock, and every once in a while would take time out to roll his testicles in her mouth or suck hard on the spongy head. Jesh was pretty excited, he kept hard through the whole story.

"So, you all know how I moved up to Merced to be with Brian. Well, God knows there wasn't much to do there, so Brian and I fucked a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean, at least once a day, if not more. We become very inventive."

Tygre walked over to the desk, grabbed a chair and brought it over. She started to take all my clothes off. Rachel was still standing with her husband and wife, listening. Jason was slowly stroking his dick, kissing Rebecca every now and then. Rebecca had taken her pants off, but left her small halter on. She had no bra (her very small breasts almost never required one) and her nipples were semi-erect, pushing the halter out in two little points. When they got really hard, they could extend a full half inch away from her chest. It was an exciting sight to see.

"He was always up for getting laid. Fortunately, as you know, my little cunny can take some serious abuse, so chafing was rarely a problem, except on those days we played the 'Crimson Game.'" We all listened closely, wondering what that meant.

"The Crimson Game was a little sexgame we had. We'd go down to a mall where we'd look around the clothing stores for hot chicks. Brian's pretty straight, so guys were out, unfortunately. Another good reason I left him. Anyway, we'd find some hottie, check for a ring, and if we didn't see one, we'd pretend to shop. We would pick out a bunch of really revealing shit and then I or Brian would leave to try it on. We'd go back to find a dressing room.

"Sometimes these rooms didn't allow people to come in with you, and if that happened the game was pretty much over at that store. But if they did, we'd both go into the room. I'd put on an outfit (if I was fitting) and come out. I'd get the hot chick's attention and ask her a few questions about the outfit, etc. While talking to her, I'd really try to make contact, brush my arm against hers, etc. Just basically turn up the sex dial way high and see if I got a response. You cannot believe how often those poor girls would totally get off on it. I mean, they're so bored standing around all day, anything weird or strange happening was bound to get their attention."

Lisa broke off to suck on Jesh's cock for a little bit. She slipped her tongue out to lick the head, then pursed her lips tight, brought the underside of the tip to her mouth and sucked pretty hard on it. Rubbing her lips against that supersensitive place, Jesh's eyes rolled back and his hands held her head. His balls jerked with excitement. 

She finished by taking his length down her throat, all the way so her nose impacted his abdomen. She held him there for a while. Every guy there was wishing he was Jesh at that moment. Then we heard her gag, but she held Jesh in her throat. (She knew that was another thing that turned the guys on.) 

Finally she couldn't take any more and pulled him out, gagging a bit more. Long ropes of saliva and precome kept her mouth connected to the end of his cock. Totally decadent.

She pulled off Jesh. He started wacking off. 

She wiped her mouth and chin with the heel of her hand, and said "So, eventually, I could tell the girl was getting excited by my attention. This is where the name of the game comes from. If the girl turned red because she was embarassed or excited or both, we knew we had her. It helped a lot that Brian was so fucking fine, you remember, Tygre." Tygre nodded. 

"If she didn't, she was unmoved and just wanted my paper. In which case, game over, next store. Like I said, we were consistantly surprised at how many 'went Crimson.' When that happened, I'dI say some code phrase like 'Do you think my boyfriend would like it?' or something." 

By this point I was naked, Tygre was sitting on my lap with my half-hard dick trapped between her asscheeks, and she was running her hand over my shaved head, feeling the small hairs sticking out of my scalp like a chia pet. She smelled so good. This fragrant scent wafted from her curls and there was a hint of Obsession from her neck -- just enough to tantalize.

"When Brian heard that phrase he knew things were golden. He'd take off his shirt inside the fitting room and wait. I would slowly lead the hot bitch over to the room and tell her I needed a different size of some shirt or something. Then I'd hand it to her, open the door which showed Brian with his shaved chest and fucking cut upper body, and step in. As I closed the door, I made sure she saw me start to kiss Brian and my hand slip down to caress his cock and his balls through his pants. Click. The door would shut. This was the moment of truth. If she told us to come out or busted us or whatever, well, no harm done, nobody was naked, no one got hurt. But if she went to go get the different size, awwww yeah, we were going to have some serious fucking fun with that girl."

Lisa then gave Jesh a few more sucks on his pole. It had to be putting some pressure on his balls, the way they blew up. Poor guy.

Rachel and Rebecca were touching themselves and kissing Jason's ears and neck. He was naked too. His cock stood out and I wasn't sure he was listening too carefully. The three of them moved around clumsily until they could fall on the bed behind Lisa as she sat at the edge. She didn't seem to mind.

Lisa continued, "Anyway, if she came back, she'd tell me she had the new piece. I'd ask her to bring it in to me, as 'I was half-dressed.' The truth was, I was stark naked and getting eaten by Brian while I stood in the middle of the room. Brian still had his pants on. Didn't want his dick scaring anybody -- at least, not yet. She'd open the door and almost always stop.

"Once or twice we had a girl who knew what the fuck was going on long before we thought she did and waltz right on in, closing the door behind her, Mmmmmm, those were nice times. But mostly she'd freeze. I'd reach over, grab her hand with my eyes half-closed and pull her inside. Brian would stand up and close the door as I moved over to kiss her."

Rachel had mounted Jason and started to ride him, slowly and sensually. Rebecca was actually listening to the story, once in a while leaning down to kiss Jason on his eyelids, lips, forehead. I could see a lot of love in their family, made me a little envious.

Maurice was still fully clothed. Couldn't figure out what was going on with him, maybe he was just hanging out watching tonight or something. We all kept listening.

Lisa said, "Kissing those girls was almost always a learning experience for them. Each one, unless she'd been with other women before, had this expectation of being led, taking the follower position, from having kissed so many straight men in her life. But with me, I'd show her (sometimes it could take a while) that she could lead, she could be the one calling the shots. It would lessen her fear, and increase her confidence.

"It was always a pleasurable experience, watching a girl expand her kissing horizons and realize her power. She'd start to take control, and then Brian -- they always forgot about Brian -- would step up behind her with his pants still on and kiss the back of her neck. She'd freeze again, but I'd move in and kiss her lips, touch her breasts. To make a long story short, it could take some time, but by the end she'd be naked, sitting on Brian's cock while facing away from him, with me on my knees licking her clitty, coming like a firehose all over my face. Man, I loved that game.

"Now fuck me."

With that, she leaned back. Her head fell back on Jason's chest, and his hand came up to brush her hair. Jesh was hard from the story and grabbed her ankles, pushed her legs apart and slid right in. I was pretty hard too, although not entirely. Tygre could tell I needed some encouragement and stood up.

"Phae, my asshole needs some attention. Get your tongue in there as far as it will go. Lick me, baby."

I leaned forward to kiss the pucker. She leaned even farther forward, until her head reached down to Rachel's face and they kissed deeply. I heard Tygre say "I love you, Rach" before their lips were too connected to get any sounds out besides moans. I parted her cheeks with my hands and promptly buried my face between yet another set of fabulous, tight-skinned big-jellied asscheeks. It just didn't get any better than this.

After some time, she stood up and took one small step backwards. "Hey mister, can I sit on your mister, mister? Looks like it could use some pussy juice on it."

"Yep, sure thing, lady. Whatever you need."

With that she sat down facing away from me. My cock went straight up her cunt. She slowly rose up and sat down, relishing the dick up inside her. I was holding on to her hips, helping her rise up and come back down, a little harder each time. Her waist was tapered, lovely, sexy. 

Pretty soon we set up a nice slapping sound as her cheeks impacted my thighs. The walls of her cunt grasped my dick in this lovely little trap. Wet slickness clung to the skin of my prick as she rose up, then I could feel the spongy head coming in contact with something (probably her cervix, but she never winced or slowed down so I wasn't sure) that made my dick feel awesome. 

I felt this with some girls, it was either some sort of bend in their vaginas or something. Whatever it was, I loved it when I got hard enough to hit it. This time I was definitely hard enough.

Slap. Slap. Slap. She was whipping her hair around, making a show for Maurice, Jason and me. Some time ago the boys had pooled a bunch of money together and bought memberships in this dance class for all the ladies who were currently members. The dance class was a fitness seminar called "Strip Tease 101." It taught the rudiments of strip club dancing, pole dancing, etc. while maintaining a pretty severe exercise regimen. 

It was worth every fucking penny. When those girls had finished the class they gave us an overview of what they'd learned. That was a night to remember. 

She sat down hard, leaned back and turned her head enough to whisper in my ear "Can I sleep with you tonight, baby?" before kissing me really deeply. I broke away long enough to whisper back "Of course, but you might not be the only one. I don't know who else is staying over."

Lisa heard us whispering and said, "Hey, no secrets. What are you two -- unh, unh, yeah, fuck yeah, Jesh -- planning?"

I said, "Tygre -- oooooh fuck, that's so nice, you sexy little bitch, gonna' make me come soon, slow down -- wants to sleep over in the king tonight. I told her that's fine, but she might not be the only one."

Maurice spoke up. I turned to look at him while he spoke, and I saw he had his zipper down and was stroking that big black nightstick he called a penis. Guess he was enjoying the various shows.

"Yeah, Phae, I was hoping to get some space on the bed too. It's a long drive back to Fairfield and it's already 3:30."

"Sure, -- ohhhhh -- no -- fuck, fuck, harder, you little wench, get that cunt on there, oh fuck yes -- there's plenty of room."

Lisa also wanted in. "OK. Anyone else?" I asked.

The threesome on the bed declined -- they had to get home because of the sitter. Jesh lived so close by he could walk, so he was going to play it by ear.

Meanwhile, I watched Maurice's hand travel the long distance from nuts to tip and back down. The sight was rather mesmorizing, like watching clothes tumble in a glass-fronted dryer. Could sit there and watch it for hours. 

Maurice would milk the English Chunnel on the underside every once in a while, getting a present of two or three big drops of precome for the effort. Maurice would skillfully swipe the head with his palm and strategically smear his own lube over the rest of his dick to give him a little more slickness.

"Maurice, baby, come over here," I said.

He walked over, knowing what was coming. Tygre slowed down to give me some space. She leaned back and turned her face to Maurice as well. He fisted his tool, pushed his hips out at us so juices wouldn't get on his breeches, and said, "That's right, starting sucking, bitches." 

He tended to provide our ghetto-fab feel for the evening most times, even though it was possible he was the most cultured one of all of us. He was our beloved token black man. He was an expert saxophone player and had been trying to get his club playing to pay his bills so he could drop his day job. 

At some events I had him perform for us to get us in the mood, but not tonight. He knew street lingo pretty well and also knew we were a bunch of white anglos turned on by the concept of a ghetto-fabulous black man here to rip us apart with a massive cock.

Tygre and I both opened our mouths and accepted his beautiful gift of a long, hard, soft-skinned veiny telephone pole. We pushed our lips together and took each side of the big fat head, kissing it in welcome. 

Maurice groaned to see his wang smooched by a raven-haired, big-titted bitch and an urbane, skinheaded boytoy. Tygre took the first shift, opening her mouth and taking about 4 inches inside. I moved to his balls, taking them with my right hand and bringing the long, hanging, come-heavy nutsack up to my mouth for some 8 ball in the corner pocket. 

Maurice reached down and took both our heads in his hands. He looked down at us and said, "You two suck my cock so good. You like sucking on big black dicks? You little hos like that dick?" We both looked back up at him trying to put pathetic, submissive looks on our faces and nodded. 

I let a big egg drop from my mouth and while I stared into his eyes I said, "You black motherfucker, you know we have to suck your dick. We can't help it. I see it, I've got to eat it. I just can't help it, baby, it's too big, too hard, too juicy. Tygre, you tasting his sweet precome?" She nodded vigorously, her mouth still working the pole. 

Maurice, feeling the nod on his dick, moaned. I continued exciting him with words. 

"See that, baby? See her mouth working you? See what a helpless little fucking slut you make her? She's totally forgotten my dick up in her. All we can think about right now is teasing all that beautiful, delicious come out of those big black nuts to come exploding out all over our faces. We want you to paint us with your thick, sticky come. Please Maurice, please, all over us." 

With that, I went back to licking in between his sack and his thigh, where the sack connected to his body. It was especially sensitive right after a wax or shave, and Maurice had just waxed 2 days ago or thereabout, from what I could tell.

Our work on Maurice and my language was taking its toll. His hands were shaking slightly, his breath was coming faster and faster, and he could not take his eyes off of Tygre's mouth swallowing his Louisville Slugger. She was not nearly as proficient as Lisa (that cockeater could get almost his whole dick down her throat, and it was something to see) but her tongue was very talented, whipping around the big excited purple and black head when she pulled her back, then sliding against the sensitive underside when she took him back in as far as she dared. 

She was pushing herself a little, because I'd hear her choke and gag a bit now and then, pulling back quickly to lick while her throat and body recovered. I wondered if she was trying to work herself up to be a challenger for Lisa. If so, it was going to take a while, Lisa had taken over 10 months to get the skill level she had now. That bitch could swallow, for damn sure.

We kept licking and sucking. Tygre remembered my dick, but it was pretty soft by now -- I'd been focusing a lot on Maurice and had let my own excitment abate a bit. Tygre reached down to play a little with my balls, touch my dick, and stroke herself. Just wanted to make sure I knew she loved me, and also to let me know we weren't done yet.

With Tygre being in front of me, I couldn't see what was going on on the bed around Tygre's head and chest. But from what I heard, Lisa was getting really close. She started into her speech, telling Jesh exactly what to do when. "Yeah, yeah, God, yeah, yeah, like that, like that, fucker, like that, like that, yeah, oh my God so gooooooooood, nnnnnnnh, nnnnnnnnh, nnnnnnnnh." Her excitement was working on Maurice -- he looked over at her getting fucked by Jesh, and I think that kicked him over the edge. 

I felt his balls draw up close to his body. I could almost see the circumference of his dick expand to make space for the flow of lava about to erupt from deep inside his body. His prostate was gearing up to throw that come as far away from his dick as possible. The cool thing about Maurice was, when he came, he came a lot, and hard. Volume, speed and force all combined. He was going to hose us down.

Jesh was steadily pumping away into Lisa. They had been banging for a good while now. I asked Tygre what was going on on the bed, but her mouth was too full of Maurice's dick for her to make a report. Maurice began giving me a play-by-play, interspersing his description with a few choice words about the unacceptable behavior of the bed crowd and what uncontrollable sluts and bitches they all were. According to Maurice, Jesh was watching Lisa make out with Jason, Rebecca and Rachel in turns. The bed had turned into its normal writhing mass of sexflesh. Sweat was collecting on Jesh's back because of his effort. Rebecca got up on her knees and present her tits to Jesh for some sucking. Jesh nuzzled them like a newborn, reclaiming his inner child. Then he opened his mouth and sucked in the nipples to show Rebecca his feelings for her. 

His ass was still flexing, pumping, flexing, pumping. He was a workhorse in the mistress' stable. His balls must be getting huge because of the amount of time his erection had been squeezing Lisa's juices out of her. I mean, when he surged his 10-pound salami inwards, there simply wasn't any room left in that sexy slut's 5-pound bag. The lube virtually squirted out with each thrust. 

It was making Jesh crazy. Pump, pump, pump, the bed was shaking, the frame was creaking, those two were making the entire structure try to propel itself across the floor. It was fucking Marine World Six Flags, for fuck's sake. Lisa was moaning, groaning, acting like someone was pushing a stake through her and turning her over a bonfire. Frankly, it sounded like she was dying from sex.

Then I heard Lisa hit the top. "YEAH! NOW! COMING! NOW! GOD YES! FUCK YES! ooooOOOOOOOHHHHHH..." That was too much for Maurice. 

The surge of come up through his vas deferens was almost audible. The nuts became little bullets, the sack pulled in tight, and I pulled off to warn Tygre. "Tygre, baby, here it comes, get ready." 

She pulled her mouth off and I sucked on a tight nut really hard. Maurice roared, the pain of his nut getting pulled into my mouth really hard was exquisite. My hand held his buttcheek and I pulled him closer to our faces. Tygre's hand was skillfully keeping the friction intact on his dick. She licked the head mercilessly, not giving his cock any chance to stand down from these climactic levels of stimulation. 




The Afterparty Ch. 02



Then Maurice shouted, "Here it comes, you fucking bitches! Here it comes! Oh fuck, FUUUUCK, it's a big one, gonna' cover you in it, gonna' drown you, gonna' oh my fucking God-- OH, OH, OH..." 

With each "oh" a massive surge of white-hot thick cream flew out of the end of his cock. The first two big thick ropes hit Tygre right across the forehead and the bridge of her nose. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and licked the head mid-spurt. Awesome. I tried to watch from the side, but after two more splashes of juice on her face she opened one eye (the left one was still juice-free) and with her hand aimed the big cockhead right at me. 

Looking at his dick head-on, knowing another big tidal wave of sperm was on its way was extremely exciting and a little unnerving. When would it happen? Could I get it right into my mouth? Would it turn Maurice on more if it hit me in the face, slapping me like an offended old lady? Or would his nuts swell up more if I took it straight down my throat, showing him how hungry for his love I was? 

I decided across the face was the best and most decadent way. I could swallow his lovejuice later, on another pass. The piss slit looked like the barrel of a gun, ready to fire a slug of love right at me, ready to cover me in genetic little copies of that incredibly sexy black bastard. I couldn't think of anything more exciting at that moment. I wanted him covering me, I wanted to bathe in his hot come. 

I thought to myself, "Knock me out with your come -- blow that crap all over my head with your dick." He looked down at me as his hand started milking his dick. "Hold on bitch, here's some morrrrrrrr---ah, FUCK, FUCK, oh fuck yes, oh, oh, oh..." BAM, out of the piss slit I was watching like my life depended on it, out exploded another rope of Maurice's jizz, followed by another, and another, and two more. The guy could come forever. 

The splashes felt like they almost burned my face when they landed, they were still so hot straight from his balls and prostate. Tygre was groaning with hunger, "Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, fuck, gimme gimme GIMME!" watching my face get coated with that lovely shit. My cock was rock hard from feeling his spunk all over me. My eyes were closed, mouth open slightly, tongue licking around the lips as jizz came within reach. The stuff was running off me now, off my chin and pooling on my chest and lower arms. Delicious. 


Tygre leaned in close and began cleaning my face off with her tongue. She sucked my eye sockets clear and then tongued them to get the residue. Felt really weird but kind of titillating. Good ol' Tygre. I licked her face in turn, cleaning her off like we were two monkeys with no access to a sink. It was disgusting, twisted, and lovely.

Maurice was still milking the last little bits of come from his dick onto the two of us, knowing we didn't want to miss a drop. Our commotion had evidently continued the tsunami of climaxes Lisa had started. Jason had blown a load clear up into Rachel's brain pan. She still hadn't come, but Rebecca was unable to contain herself and had strummed her own clit to climax coinciding with Maurice. She was moaning and kissing Jason as they both came. 

Tygre and I finally finished up licking up all the come on each other. We were really fucking worked up. My balls were beginning to turn blue -- keep in mind I still hadn't exploded and I had had to endure both Lisa and Tygre's tight pussies milking my wang. It was time to blow my first nut of the night. What was the best way?

Tygre decided for me. She was facing me now, and she sat down again forcing my rod up her hot little cunny. "Aw, Phae, I love that. Can I come on you? Will you let me come on you? I want my juices all over you. 'K? Please?"

How could I say no. "Tygre, you have whatever you want -- I want you to be happy. Take your pleasure however you want it. I love you."

"I love you, too." With that, she started this gyration thing to get maximum penetration and also make some contact for her clit. It was really bearing down on my dick pretty hard, too hard to stimulate it to climax. So I just held on her hips, licked and kissed her nipples and sweet full mouth, and let her ride me until she hit her peak. It wasn't going to take too long. 

The others were resting and just enjoying the show. Jesh, however, had still not come. His balls were blue as the sky. I could tell because he kept reaching down to hold them gently, and we all knew that sign.

I pulled Tygre down and held her still on my dick. "Jesh, come over here please."

He got off the bed and walked over. Maurice, watching me get a good grasp on Tygre cheeks with both hands, guessed what was next. He reached over next to the laptop and grabbed a bottle of lube. Pouring generous amounts all over his hands, he came over to walk around behind Tygre. 

Tygre looked down at me, leaned over and whispered "It might be Jesh's cock in my ass, but as far as I'm concerned I'm pretending you have two dicks. Bury them both as far as they can go in me. Get your whole fucking body inside me if you can. I want to become one with you, baby."

Nice. See why I loved her with so much passion? Who could resist these bitches? Who could _not_ love them like crazy?

Jesh used his nice thick thighs to brace himself so his dick lined up with Tygre's asshole. Maurice groped Jesh's cock, getting it totally slick. Jesh winced -- the feel of a man's hand on his dick was only making his balls worse. Maurice reached over with his other hand and massaged Tygre's little rosebud. I felt his contact when she gasped and gripped my shoulders harder. "Oooooh, he's got a finger on my hole. He's rubbing it around now, getting the muscle loose. GOD he knows what he's doing, I'm so sensitive back there...ooooooh." 

I could have told her that -- Maurice had stuck his baseball bat up my ass so many times he was an expert at anal preparation. Tygre informed me through body motions when he started actually squirming fingers into her back door. Eventually he had three in there, stretching, probing, exploring, stretching, loosening, prepping. Then he could tell she was ready. Pulling Jesh closer by gripping his dick hard and slowly but surely pulling it closer to Tygre's hole, Maurice got them both lined up.

Tygre pushed up with her thighs (making these beautiful muscles bulge out on the sides) so only the head of my dick (purple and bloated with need) was still inside her. She stuck her ass out as much as she could to make a tempting target. She didn't need to -- the look on Jesh's face was priceless. It was clear nothing but an act of God was going to prevent his entire cock from getting embedded to the balls in her anus. 

Maurice made contact with Tygre's ring and Jesh's helmet. Both of them gasped. 

Jesh reached out and gripped her hips.

"Tygre, I need to..." he trailed off. I could tell he was about to start crying, tears were welling up.

"What, my baby? What is it? What do you need? I'll give it to you, just ask nicely."

"I need to just push it in. I can't do this slowly. But I don't want to hurt you. I just...FUCK I need it in you allthewayrightnow." He almost sobbed during the last part. His balls were really quite blue, and it was affecting his mind. He was getting quite insane with lust and need, the dreadful painful need to expel the millions of voracious sperm eating him alive from the inside. I knew the feeling -- I didn't blame him.

"Oh, my poor baby, is that all?" With that, Tygre pushed back hard against Jesh getting his whole cock up inside her in one movement. She hissed between her gritted teeth, knowing the pain would be temporary but the gift to Jesh permanent. Jesh also pushed forward when he felt her start backwards and their bodies met somewhere in the middle. It was as if a massive steel vault door had closed somewhere in the house. 

It was an irrevocable action of combination -- what was done could not be undone. Jesh was totally within her lower bowel, rooting around with his cock, finding -- no, making, _forcing_ a home for itself. He continued to try to get deeper, even though what was left of his rational mind knew that's all he could manage -- his whole pelvis was just not going to fit in there. 

A long moan slowly leaked from Jesh, like some sort of steam pressure valve releasing. I didn't think he was coming, but I wasn't entirely sure. One thing was certain -- he couldn't last long in that Chinese finger puzzle of an ass.

They went at each others' genitals like dogs, like some sort of minx ripping at each other while they mated. It was almost frightening, but Jesh got this way every time we got his balls so blue. No one held him accountable -- it was our fault, done with total foreknowledge. It was just too fun to see him get so worked up and lose his mind. It was special. We couldn't resist.

They fucked and fucked. Tygre looked down at me and winked, telling me she'd get to me in a moment. She was just too engrossed in feeling the totally perverted sensation of her asshole gripping Jesh's dick and not wanting to let go. Jesh was watching his dick pull a good quater-inch of her rectum outside of her asshole, before he pushed it back into place with his favorite tool. The cock and asshole were reflecting light everywhere, almost frictionless with lube. 

I was OK for now, but I knew I'd need some attention very soon. Tygre knew it too. After a few more hard pushes backwards, she clenched down with her anus. Jesh was locked down inside better than if she'd drank a bottle of wood glue. She pulled forwards, dragging Jesh along with her. Still holding him there, she looked down and said, "OK, you sons of bitches, it's my turn now," and sat down slowly on my cock, allowing Jesh to rearrange himself so he didn't come out of her. 

I was thrilled to the throat to feel Jesh's dick brushing my own within our raven soul sister. Her curls still intact, albeit with a few smidges of Maurice's come in them, the gold chain flickering in the candlelight, she fucked us silly. Up, down, backwards, forwards, she played our cocks like force feedback Playstation controllers. It was only a few minutes until I felt my own balls start to draw up. Just in time, too, the blue shit was getting fierce and I was going to fuck my _dog_ if that's what it took to get some release. 

Jesh's voice also told us he was close. Was Tygre trying to get us all to go at once? We'd only made that happen a couple of times, it was really tough to do.

Tonight was no exception, unfortunately. I had to start it off by blasting away, redecorating Tygre's cunt from red to white with come. After 7 spasms I lost count. The come almost felt like piss, that's how concentrated and heavy the flow was. Even after I was drained, I kept banging Tygre. My own juices got pushed back out of her pussy, draining onto my thighs and balls.

After another 20 or 25 long strong strokes in and out of Tygre's bucking asscheeks, Jesh shouted, "Fuck me, finally, yes, please, don't stop, push back, putthatassonmydickyoufuckingbitch pushitback pushitback aaaaaaaAAAHHHHH FUCK GIVE ME THAT FUCKING TIGHT ASSHOLE! YES! YES! Oh sweet Jesus COMING FUCKING COMING CAN'T STOP COMING AHH, AHH, AHH, YEAH, AHH, AHH..." Now he _was_ in fact crying. 

His head thrown back, he was unloading what must have been a truly massive sperm count into Tygre's sweet, tight asshole. His buttcheeks kept flexing long after he must have run out of juice, he just couldn't prevent the aftershocks. Tears rolled down his face from the force of his orgasm. Gasping, crying, he would have ejaculated blood if he could have, anything to get more fluid pushed through his prostate and out his peter. He was too spent to continue. 

His head came forward, his breath ragged and his face and chest flushed with exertion. Man, he had worked out tonight. Tygre was trying to push back but his energy was _done_. So was mine for the meanwhile. Tygre was in some trouble.

"Oh, fuck me, are you serious. You two bastards get me this close, and then leave me hanging?!" Tygre's eyes flashed dangerously. She was on the verge of being really pissed off, which usually meant very bad things.

Jesh and I looked at each other sheepishly. What the hell were we going to do now?

end of part 2



The Afterparty Ch. 03



With our cocks losing their blood supplies, we wilted like last week's tulips. Tygre was ready, willing and waiting, and the two of us had nothing to offer her. We had to think, and fast. I jumped up off the chair, dragged Tygre over to the couch and made her kneel on the thing, hands on the back support, both feet dangling over the front edge. I waved Jesh over furiously. He quickly stepped over. 

I reached under the couch and withdrew a long instrument made of pink latex with some sort of machinery or ball bearings deep inside the murky plastic. There were two wires that emerged from the bottom leading to a small breakout box with some controls on it. The main shaft was about 14 inches long. About eight inches down from the tip (shaped like a cock helmet, but about 1 1/2 times bigger than your average porno dick) another branch of latex sprouted from the base mast and curved upwards as well. 

There was a soft white raised ring around the place where it joined the master stick. With a twist the anal branch could be disconnected from the massive vibrator for single-probe action. Connected, it provided some wonderful feelings to both holes at once. Tygre had never seen this particular toy before, and her anger was somewhat (though not entirely) replaced by curiousity and a little trepidation.

"Phae, how big around is that thing?"

"Well, let me see." I fisted it. My fingers barely met, which I estimated to put it at around 2 inches across. Nothing too alarming, but plenty to get her off.

"Two inches, I think, in diameter. Probably about 6 in circumference. Can you handle that?"

"Fuck, I can take Maurice. I can take anything after his dick. I don't think I've ever been the same since that first Halloween party." Tygre had been pseudo-violently "raped" at that particular party, in a gang bang I'd organized. She'd always had the fantasy of being forced to do a bunch of strangers' biddings. With our costumes and such, our group provided her with the closest thing to her fantasy that we could. 

She had not known Maurice before that night. When I brought him into the room from behind the curtain, she had screamed and actually tried to get away. Lisa and Jesh had held her down on the bed and forced her legs apart. She hadn't used the code word, though, so he fucked her even as she screamed no and tried to beat him off with her fists. Her cunt must have ached for days afterwards, but she came at least 2 times. Ah, the good old days.

"Should be fun. Let's hurry it up, Phae -- I'm totally horny." She wiggled her ass and looked back at me expectantly. 

I spread some lube on the funstick and patted her left asscheek with it. "Reach back and spread these balloons, 'cause this big bastard's coming on in."

She reached back with both hands and spread them. Her lips protruded from her pussy, wet and reddened by our prior fun. I took the stick in both hands and ran the master tip up and down against her cuntlips to get things ready. She moaned and shifted on the couch. Her fingernails dug into her asscheeks. She pushed back against the stick. 

At that point I heard rustling behind me and Jason walked over. His dick was once again hard from some serious head by Rebecca and Rachel, who were over on the bed wiping their chins and rubbing each other. He pushed Jesh and me aside. "Take your silly little toys elsewhere fellas, this lady needs some cockflesh." With that said, his fisted his dick and aimed it right at her, stepped forward and slid into her pussy to the short hairs. Tygre moaned, closed her eyes, pushed back and said, "You better not pull any shit here Jase, I'm in no mood for more teasing."

"Naw, I'll deliver. I've come twice already with those hot broads on the bed, it's gonna' take me forever to come." They started balling. Tygre's asscheeks bounced, rolled and quivered with his thrusts. He reached down and held her tits in both hands. With him so thin and bony, this put him bent over her back like some sort of skin umbrella as conceived by H.R. Giger. His hips flexed and pushed, pulled out and shoved back in. His haunches reminded me why this position was called "doggy". 

She was his bitch, and he was out to get her howling. Small grunts were already issuing from her mouth as his cock assaulted her. His hands roamed over her back, pulled her hair, pulled on her hips, rubbed her thighs, played with her asshole, slapped her ass. Hard.

Meanwhile, I stood there like some derelict piece of farm equipment left in a overgrown field. My function had been made obsolete! Chagrined, I looked around to see if anyone else could use the punishment I had planned for Tygre instead. Watching Tygre get fucked was breathing a little life back into my dick.

At that moment, the curtain parted and Jeff walked in. "I think that's it, folks, Things upstairs are totally dying down. Juan's on his way. I posted the DND but Juan knows to come in anyway. Should keep everyone else out. Phae, what about your roommates?" Rarely, the guys I live with would join in. Whoever lived in the same house I did were automatically "members" but that didn't always mean they appreciated or enjoyed the membership itself.

"No, I don't think so. Graham was way too drunk, Tim's fucking some stick-thin blond hottie named Jen in his room, and Thom, well, I don't know what the fuck he's doing but I imagine it involved a great deal of hash, a large pipe and some stoner slut of his own. He'll be useless. I think it's just us."

Jeff nodded. "Mind if I clock off, in that case?"

"No prob." I walked over to my desk and got out 5 twenties. I handed them to him. "Here's your tip. Thanks for the lookout, as usual."

"Not at all, my man." Since Jeff's entrance, Rebecca and Rachel had become excited little girls over on the bed, giggling, kissing each other and playing with each others' breasts. Their eyes never left Jeff. His stamina was legendary. He was a large guy, maybe 170 pounds, but his bouncer lifestyle meant his whole body was carved from a chuck of stone. He was 34, so there was a little looseness in the butt and under his chin, but his abs, arms, legs and pretty much everywhere else was full of rolling muscle tissue. He'd do guys if they asked for it, but it was clear his preference was women. 

He liked nothing better than taking two women at once, switching back and forth and maintaining a piston-like, smooth delivery of his cock (a nice 7 1/2 incher, but rather wide and with a distinctive bend near the top) into the girls. He'd call them "kittens" when fucking them. Don't ask me, I was afraid to inquire too deeply, you know? Everyone's got their own thing, I guess. The important thing was, he could go for hours, quite literally. I'd been there, I'd seen it happen.

"Aw, kittens, all dressed down and no one to fuck? What are you doing in a room full of horny sluts, all alone on the bed? These men not enough for you? Worn 'em out already? Jeff's here, all will be well." He walked over to the bed, stripping himself naked while he moved. As he reached the edge, he kicked off his shoes and leapt onto the mattress, making Lisa, Rebecca and Rachel bounce up and down. All three bitches squealed with laughter and undisguised glee. What a beautiful sound that was.

I heard someone coming down the stairs, and I quickly walked over to the curtain and went through it, naked with funstick in hand. Whomever it was would certainly know they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. But to my relief, and not entirely unexpectedly, it was Juan.

"Hey hottie, gear's all shut down. You want me to bring the decks down here for some spinning?"

"No, I don't think so. Just load up the carousel or player on the laptop with some cuts. I have something better in mind for you." The stick in my hand needed a home, and I think I just had found one. Juan eyed the stick warily, wondering what was going on down here. He'd find out soon enough. I treated sex toys like desert Fremen treated crysknives -- you didn't put one back without sticking it deep inside someone first.

We both walked back into the room. "Did you lock the door?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Get naked immediately."

He stripped down. Jeff was getting his dick, balls, nipples and torso sucked and licked by Rachel and Lisa, and Rebecca was climbing up to ride her husband's face for a while. Jesh was still in recovery. He'd opened up the minifridge and was drinking a bottled water, while perusing my laptop. (Most of the guys I knew were geeks -- some even hardcore gamers). Jason was pounding Tygre, who had evidently decided to enjoy his dick for a while and not rush to get off. 

Finally, Maurice, our African lion, surprised me by being half-naked when Juan and I came back in. Once Juan was naked he walked over to Maurice and helped him take the rest of his clothes off as well. I had discovered what Maurice had been waiting for. They embraced and kissed passionately. I hadn't known of any romantic leanings between them before, but it was obvious they'd stalked each other all night, building up to this moment and the ones to follow. It was a pleasant surprise, for sure.

"Ah, _that's_ what's going on. Maurice, you still planning on sharing?" I asked the new couple.

They both rushed to nod their heads. "Oh yeah, he's still available, and so am I. I mean, I hosed _you_ down, didn't I?" Maurice laughed. I laughed with him. Juan looked at me with a funny look in his eyes -- I don't think it was jealousy, more like envy. But I'd have to keep a watch on this one. Straight couples emanating from the group had their problems, but jealous male couples tended to prove the most volatile. They could go from sharing their asshole among five cocks to screaming angry face-slapping little bitches in an instant. However, the risk was worth it -- both these sex-crazed sluts were smart, gorgeous, with nice big cocks and talent in the sack. I didn't want to lose them -- too hard to replace, and I loved both of them a lot. I'd really miss them, both in my ass, hands and mouth and also in my life. Members of the group were a family and each time someone left I felt grief.

They went back to their kissing. Damn. Still needed a home for this beast of a toy. I had an idea. Just because Jason was taking care of Tygre didn't mean she couldn't provide some sort of shelter for the sad, lonely latex. It just meant her poor little back door would have to accommodate a much larger version than normal usage of the toy provided. I twisted the secondary branch so it came off the main stick. I covered the big shaft with lube and also spit on it for good measure. Walking over to Jason still slapping her cheeks and pushing his cock into her cunt, I tapped on Tygre's shoulder.

"Yeah, what the fuck do you want? Can't you see I'm busyhhhhheeey what are you doinfuuuuuck yyyyeeesssssrrrrrrrrrrr...." Her speech became a long drawn-out growl of angry lust as I started to push the big fucking vibrator up her ass. Still dilated from Jesh's dick, she put up only token resistance to the larger version of fake dick I was using. It only took about 8 back-and-forths until the thing was as deep as I thought necessary. It was time to turn it on.

There were two controls to the stick. One controlled speed of lateral motion (the ball bearings were forced into counterclockwise rotation, making the latex skin feel as if something was rubbing marbles against the entire length of it from the inside). The other controlled heat. The vibrator could be warmed up until uncomfortably hot. I'd never used the maximum heat setting because it was simply too hot to make any sense. But a 7 out of 10 was perfect to get Jason's cock feeling like it was burning up and Tygre's ass nice and relaxed. 

Turning the control, I took my hand off the vibrator. It looked like some perverted thermometer stuck inside Tygre. It waved around while Jason kept fucking her. It made me think of some adult version of King Arthur -- the Dong in the Ass. "Whoever shall pull this Dong from this Lady shall win her heart forever..."

"Jason, make sure that thing moves along with you."

"Ok, my man, you got it." He began to follow my instructions, setting up a double penetration with alternating strokes, his cock in her cunt and the vibrator in her ass. 

She was constantly moaning now, and getting really fucking hot. I could see the dildo was having an effect on her internal system. Sweat was on her back, her nipples hung down heavy from her pendulous breasts and were hard as pebbles. Her hair was matted from her exertion. 

Her right hand held the back of the couch for leverage, and her left was slowly moving over her clit every once in a while to keep herself on the edge. She hadn't gone over yet. I guess she was trying to build herself up to a screaming howling explosion or something.

I began to pull my own wang while I watched, until someone knocked my hand away. I looked down from watching the torrid rape of Persephone in front of me to see Jesh on his knees, one hand keeping mine from interfering, the other moving to embrace my asscheek to bring my pelvis closer to his face. 

His mouth opened, but before he sucked me in he look up into my eyes and said, "Watch Tygre. Do you want to fuck her? Do you?" 

Then he took me in. Mmmmm, felt so fucking good. I was a little sore from Tygre, but his mouth was talented and the soreness just made me last longer and take more time to achieve full erection. I hated to disappoint Jesh, but my second volcano was reserved for someone else.

Jason was still working Tygre over. She was getting close, and had made the decision to go for it. I tried to tell if Jason would be with her, but he was right -- he didn't seem anywhere near the level she was at. Her hand was actively seeking her clit out, rubbing, rubbing.

Jason was plunging the fake cock in her ass, as she pushed back on both his cock and the toy to get them as deep as possible. He'd pull his cock out until the head actually came out of her, while the vibrator was buried. Then, pulling it out, he slid his own greasy, slick penis (covered with her juice, my come, his own precome, lube from her ass, spit and cunt fluids from his wives and God knows what else) back into her inviting, grasping mouth of a sex. It swallowed him whole -- the pussy farts sounded like burps after each "meal". 

His cock was purple at the head, deep angry red on the shaft. He was close. His balls slapped her clit, his free hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back until her neck strained and you could see the tendons in it. Her teeth were gritted, she growled through them, and pushed with her free hand on the back of the couch. "Fuck, pull my hair, pull my hair, slap my ass, make me come," she demanded.

"Aw, fuck yeah you bitch, my cock, too tight on my cock, Jesus..." cried out Jason. The heat from the toy was making him sweat too. It was getting him close really fast.

"Oh yeah?" hissed Tygre. "Too tight? My little pussy too tight for your big dick, baby? Fuck that cock feels good, you feel so fucking big when you slide in after that fake dick. God, it's SOOOO HOT, that vibrator's making my whole body sweat, my asshole feels like it's on fire, sooooo goooood, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." She trailed off into a moan.

"Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, my dick's on fire, shit, the fucker's on fire, fuck, your cunt....cunt....oh fuck fuck fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK I'm gonna come, gonna come, gonna...shit, rrrrrrrr, rrrrrrrr FUCK! COMING COMING, FUCK, SUCK THAT SHIT OUT OF MY BALLS!!!!! TAKE IT BITCH!" Jason was yelling as his testes emptied their sweet thick payload deep into Tygre. She couldn't take that shit. 

When he started coming, he shoved both cocks into her, maximum depth. She rotated her hips to feel them both rubbing against each other. She arched her back like some wild feline, and started screaming in little gasps, each one a little longer than the last. With little sexy uncontrolled jerks she shoved her whole lower body back in Jason's direction. It almost looked like she was getting shocked, the spasms were so quick and strong. She was there.

"Ahhhh. AAHhhhh. AAAAHHHHhhhh. AAAAAAHHHHH. _AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!_ AAAHHH FUCK, AAAHHH FUCK! DON'T STOP YOU MOTHERFUCKER COCK-SUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, DON'T FUCKING STOP!!!! COMING! YES! OH GOD YES!!!!" she screamed out. Her face flushed, we watched as the blood moved down her back and hit her asscheeks. Her whole body was turning red by the blood flow. The flush was like watching a night-blooming jasmine open up to the sinful light of the full moon. 

She was crying a little from the force, but no tears came out, just these little sobs as her body underwent the transformation from highest tension to utter release. Her brain, under so many neural pulses, pulled her face into a grimace of what looked like pain, but was instead unbearable pleasure. It appeared she had succeeded in her goal. 

I was transported by the scene. Jesh's mouth was still working on me, and his work on the head and shaft, plus a few licks on the balls and even a couple of darts into my asshole, had gotten me back to full hardness. I needed to fuck someone, right now. And that woman was Lisa.

On the bed, no one had come yet, much to my surprise. They were all busy sucking each other off. A series of 69s had developed. Lisa and Rachel were eating each other, Rebecca was lying on top of Jeff swallowing him as he had 2 fingers in her ass and her clit in his lips, and Maurice and Juan were making a Yin-Yang sculpture on the edge of the bed, having trapped each others' cocks in their mouths and fingers up each others' asses. 

There were so many butts, mouths and pussies ready for my cock I was having a lot of trouble deciding. But Lisa was still the sheath of choice. Her ass was just irresistible. It was perched up right above Rachel's face. Rachel's huge tits were mashed out to the sides by Lisa's abdomen. 

I walked over to the edge where they were loving each other with tongues and fingers. Rachel looked up at me from upside down while she licked Lisa's cuntlips. Her eyes smiled at me and with one hand she crooked a finger at me and patted Lisa's asscheek with her other hand.

I looked down with love and said, "Here's a treat, Lisa. Rachel, can you prepare me please?"

Rachel stopped licking and said, "My God, you're really hard. What was going on over there? Is Tygre still alive?"

"Yeah, but she'll need a rest for a while." I answered. With that I took my cock in my hand and aimed it right for Rachel's mouth. "Love me, Rachel."

"Oh yes, feed me," she moaned. "I'm so hungry Phae, I can't get enough in my mouth. Feed me with your beautiful cock."

She sucked me in. Her position allowed her to take almost 3/4 of the dick into her throat before gagging. I pushed a little harder to try to get the rest in and I made her gag a little harder on the next few strokes. Her face bloated and flushed with the involuntary reaction, I eased up a bit, let her recover, and then pushed in again. The sound of her gagging was getting my balls churning. 

Her hands gripped Lisa's asscheeks hard as she struggled to control her diaphragm and throat. Her chest heaved and her nose snorted when I withdrew to get another breath before the next onslaught. Finally, I'd had enough. I pulled out completely.

"God, thank you baby, that almost made me come."

"Phae,  you know you can have my throat anytime. Fuck, you went in deep. Maybe Lisa can handle that, but I almost lost it." Rachel said before going back to work on Lisa's lips and clit. 

My cock was slick with Rachel's saliva, long drips hanging off the tip and shaft. It looked pretty fucked up, actually. Before my titillation wore off and disgust started in, I aimed for Lisa's cunt and slowly slipped in. I saw the small of her back tense with the new pressure inside her cunt. 




The Afterparty Ch. 03



She raised her head to say, "Aw fuck gimme' that cock bitch, yes" before lowering her head again. 

I started pushing in, pulling out, touching the sides of Rachel's huge breasts, her arms, Lisa's asscheeks. I caressed as much skin as I could reach. There was quite a bit. I was in heaven. I needed more if I was going to actually get off, however. 

Jason was done with Tygre and wrung out, probably for the night. Tygre was almost asleep on the couch, curled up into a naked little catlike ball of pretty girl. Jesh was watching several things at once and pulling on his half-hard dick. I wasn't sure he was going to be able to have another go, but that didn't stop him from trying to make himself feel good. Maurice and Juan were still climbing Mount Come, one deep-throat at a time. Jeff had pushed Rebecca's cunt down onto his dick and she was riding him with abandon. They'd be there for a long time -- Rebecca was going to get all the peaks she needed, and provide Jeff with his as well.

I spoke up after about 10 minutes of sexual antics. "Girls, I need something." They both stopped licking and waited. "Rachel, you're behind me, and Lisa love you're in front."

Lisa sat up mashing her cunt down on Rachel's face. "Mmmmmmm, baby, I was hoping for this tonight." 

She got up after moving her lips across Rachel's nose a few times and moved over to this small chest in the corner, kissing me along the way as she passed right in front of me. I reached out and stopped her, hugged her to me and told her I loved her. We kissed a little more and then she continued over to the chest. My cock was out waving in the breeze and Rachel sat up as well, swiveled around and sat at the edge. 

"Come here, honey, can't let that stand down," she said, and took my dick in her mouth. 

I was totally hypnotized by the sight of her boobs. They stopped traffic. They hung from her chest like teardrops, huge, overwhelming, physics-defying teardrops. Her hands came up to hold my balls and tickle the junction with my thighs. 

She took her mouth off, used her hands to push her breasts together, and said, "Fuck 'em." 

I moved to comply. Squatting down slightly making my thighs start to work hard, I shoved my dick up into her tit cleavage. It was hot, wet and slightly dry, making for some excellent friction when my spit- and cuntjuice-covered prick slid upwards. Her wicked, long, pointed tongue slipped out and swiped the head whenever it emerged from her tits. She looked up in my eyes and smiled, licking her lips like some sort of tempting demoness. If she'd had horns I'd have signed my soul away on the spot.

Lisa came back from the chest. Rachel dropped her tits and stood up. I hugged and kissed her like a beloved sister, a sister a brother was fucking secretly for years. I turned my head and kissed Lisa as well. Then I stepped back. 

"Thanks, girls, this is going to be wonderful."

"No problem, Phae. It's the least we can do for tonight, and frankly, I'm going to come before you will. Lisa got me so fucking HOT!" Rachel moaned.

"Yeah, baby, sleeping with you will be like icing on the cake," flattered Lisa. "Now, you big-titted green-eyed sleaze, put this on."

From the chest, Lisa had extracted The Harness. It was a wonderful all-too-useful toy. It boiled down to a strap-on dildo, but had an attachment that also slid into the wearer's ass. An optional attachment could fuck the wearer's pussy too, and Lisa had outfitted it completely. 

She helped Rachel put it on, which took a few minutes of licking, probing, preparing, lubing, rimming, reaming, fingering, kissing, moaning and cursing lovingly.

Meanwhile, I kept myself entertained by walking over to Juan and Maurice. They had also stopped 69ing and Maurice was now fucking Juan from behind as Juan bent over my desk. Juan's dick was just waving in the wind, but he didn't mind, Maurice's dick was up all the way to his throat or so and his ass was taking a beating. He was probably going to come untouched.

"Maurice, may I cut in?"

"Yeah, sure." He moved aside, and I took up position. Sliding my dick in was no problem, Juan was more than able to accommodate my dick after Maurice's pile driver had made its home in his ass. He was still nice and tight though.

"Oh Phae, oh, fuck that ass," moaned Juan. "Please, oh yes, your cock is so nice, so gooooood."

I was just grunting. Being in a man's ass was no time for talk. When I fucked a man, I was the strong, silent type. I was no homo sitting there gossiping while busting a nut, I was a hardcore fucking queer out to coat some guy's rectum with the contents of my sack.

I got a little too close to peaking for my control and withdrew, willing the sperm to go back down the channel in my cock. "Ok, Maurice, here you go."

"Ok, thanks." He stepped back in and slid his monster back into its cave. I felt a weird sort of relief. Must have been something like Theseus watching the Cyclops go back home. His dick was a menace to society and I was glad Juan was providing a jail without bail.

Lisa waved me over. "We're ready for your skank ass, bring it over here and prepare to be fucked, bitch."

As I walked back over, I heard a keening noise from behind me. I turned around, and I had to take a moment to observe. Juan was coming, as I suspected, totally unmolested. His dick was simply bouncing up and down, dripping white gifts (probably a mix of precome and beginning climax) all over the floor, as Maurice kept fucking him. His juices hit the floor with obscene little splatting noises, making me hard. Maurice realized was what happening and reached around to stroke his lovely man. 

At the contact of Maurice's hand, Juan jumped, his voice rose into a shout, and he yelled "You big black fucker, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, oh my God I'm COMING oooooooooooOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK!" 

The spurts from his dick intensified 3 fold. He was throwing wads of sperm 3 or 4 feet as Maurice's dick against his prostate made his muscles bear down on his insides. His arms, chest and thighs were tightened, veins stood out on forehead and sweat dripped down from his face. "Oh, fuck you bitch, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," he kept repeating, slamming his ass back on the nightstick and cursing Maurice for making his cock explode. 

Maurice had had enough of that. Dropping Juan's dick once its spasms ended, he grabbed Juan's hips and pounded that ass a few more times until his own brow starting sweating. Biting his lip, he suddenly pulled out of Juan's ass, turned Juan around by the shoulders and pushed him hard down onto his knees. 

"Eat it, you little Puerto Rican fag!" he demanded, and Juan moved forward quickly to slip as much of Maurice's cock as he could into his mouth. Juan's fist moved up and down on the black shaft, and he moaned constantly around the meat as if sucking the thing was going to make him come all over again. Clearly he was in love with the muscle-bound moor. 

Maurice shouted, "Fuck yeah eat it, eat it, oh, oh, oh, THAT FUCKING COME!!!" and let go deep inside Juan's mouth. Juan swallowed like crazy, his adam's apple moving up and down quickly, but it wasn't enough. His ass had fucked around with Maurice's cock too much, and the black balls had taken a long time to cook up a fat batch of love. The stuff overwhelmed Juan's throat and spilled out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down the long thick gorgeous shaft and onto the tightened little pair of balls. They were pulled up so tight they had to be halfway inside Maurice's body. 

The scene was clearly causing Maurice pleasure. His head was back, his face pointed at the ceiling and his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a dog on a hot day. His throat issued a long deep "ahhhhhhhh" sound that kept going and going as his dick continued its forceful evacuation of the millions of current residents. Rush hour on a Tokyo subway would be a good description of what Juan was trying to eat for a 4 am snack. There was no way, it just kept spilling out of his mouth like a controlled release from a Colorado River dam. This was must-see-TV, baby.

Lisa grabbed me from behind and threw me face down on the bed. I was bent over the edge. I felt all sorts of things happening to my ass and laid there enjoying it. 

Then something alarmed me. Instead of the normal smallish dildo usually used with The Harness, I felt a very VERY large object trying to force its way past my sphincter. I looked back, and there was Rachel. She was using the harness on Lisa standing next to her, and was trying to get the pink funstick into me! This was not what I had bargained, but my denials were too little too late. 

After the prep work Lisa and Rachel had performed, my ass was going to take the vibrator. Probably not too gracefully, but it _was_ going to take it. With a sharp twinge of pain, making my cock jump, the head popped past the forbidden ring. I moaned. Lisa stopped kissing Rachel and pulled on my shoulder to stand me up. Rachel kept a hand on the stick to make sure it didn't come out.

"Hey baby, wanna' fuck? I want to show you something."

"What?" I asked, tears welling from the pain/pleasure of the fake dick inside me. My cock was hard as ever, waving there, looking around at everyone and begging them for a home.

She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I want to show you how much I love you. Before I gave Rachel the harness, I took my diaphragm out. Give me a child, Phae. Give me our child."

I wasn't sure I had heard correctly. Was she asking me to knock her up? She had whispered hard enough where the entire room could hear her. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Only Rachel kept up a steady slight pressure on the cock, forcing it centimeter by centimeter further inside. Evidently she was not surprised by the news -- looked like she was in on the plan. The friction on my asshole kept my dick hard through the shock of the mini-conversation.

"Lisa, what-- what are you asking? I don't understand."

Lisa continued, sotto voce. The room could still hear her, but dramatically they all had to remain completely silent to do so. 

"Now is my time, this month. There is no more fertile night for me this month than right now. If you stick your cock inside me, and you let those tons of little Phaes swim up into me, you'll pierce my egg and start a life. It will be our life, our little life of each other combined into one person. 

“I'm not asking for marriage, I'm not asking for you to do anything else. I just...I just want your baby, I want to be close to you always, no matter what happens in the future. I want you close to me, even if or when you yourself are not. I've loved you so long, we've been inside each other so many times over the years, baby. I think of all that love, and I need this, I need your come, I need your sperm, I need your baby. 

“Make a baby inside me. Please Phae, I'm begging you." During most of the speech she was crying, tears falling down her cheeks.

I was getting up there in age for child-making. I'd wanted a kid for the past couple of years, but I just couldn't find the right woman to marry, and I wasn't entirely sure I was the marrying type. But when Lisa gave me this gift, it felt entirely, completely right. This was perfect. I knew Lisa would make a great mother, I had cash and integrity and would make a good father. This was the place, now was the time. 

Not to mention my dick could not agree more and needed inside Lisa deeper than it ever had before. My nuts were swelling -- they got the message from my ears and brain and stepped up production. It was getting crowded down there, things were turning a bit blue.

"Oh, Lisa, yes, yes, yes," I said kissing her madly. "Yes, of course, yes, right now, let me inside, quick, get it in, let's do this, yes, yes," I continued, as she moved in front of me, and pulled me down on top of her. Her knees came apart. 

I found it ironic and somehow poetically just that we were going to start a new life in the most conservative position. Rachel still had the fake cock in her hand but she slowly withdrew it. I thought this meant Lisa and I would work ourselves into a fury together to conceive this child, but I was wrong.

"Rachel, do him, baby. Don't leave. I want this child to be yours too. I want you to be its Godmother," the woman beneath me sobbed. Lisa was still crying from the impact of her decision and my ready and enthusiastic acceptance. My cock was already deep inside her, without any preliminaries. 

I felt Rachel climb onto the bed behind me, her tits pressed up against my chest and her lips kissed my neck. "Mmmmmm, lover, hi there, I'm the other mother. Maybe I'm even _your_ mother," she said, as she took the dildo in the harness and slid it up into my back door. Felt so fucking fine. My ass was already used to the larger funstick, so there was no pain, only total joy for my prostate gland. It was ecstatic to have so much love shown to it. My cock expanded even more. 

This was by far the biggest, hardest and most sore it had ever been, and probably ever would be. The scene I was in was making my brain pound, my heart race and my spit dry up. I was terrified of what was happening, but unable to stop myself from the massive commitment I was undertaking. My body had taken over. It was going to deliver the cargo my testes had worked so hard on, to the destination of Lisa's creation. 

Somewhere deep inside Lisa there was a beautiful egg waiting, perfectly round, perfectly formed, waiting for its own lover to come pierce it with desire and provide it with love. My conscious mind was still gibbering at what was going down, still trying to process the information from the past five minutes. My subconscious lizard brain, however, fully understood the stakes and didn't give a damn. 

For the first time in my life my balls, dick, libido, thyroid and pituitary glands were given the chance to do exactly what they were made to do. Now was their day, at long last. They slipped into the driver's seat, and the rest of me was along for the ride.

My hips flexed, totally involuntarily. My hands were gripping Lisa's shoulders much too hard as I laid between her legs, but if I was causing her pain she didn't seem to feel it. I was a total monster. Never before in my existence had the animal portions of my consciousness had such control over my actions. I would have raped my own daughter, even if I hated myself enough afterwards to end it all from guilt and shame. 

I was going to make a fucking child, and nothing on this world or in the next was going to stop me. There was a voice inside my head trying to say "Stop, wait, what does this mean, what will happen?!" but it was like a child’s play toy at the bottom of some forgotten closet, batteries wearing out, no one to hear, no one to care.

Flexing, pushing, in and out, trying to rip Lisa's poor defenseless pussy apart, my awesome cock was performing its God-designed duty. Everything was in smooth operation. The machine was performing its function with speed and finesse. The biology was flawless. Prostate, testes were cranking, balls tightening, breath increasing, heart pumping, skin sweating, mouth drooling, eyes closing, pulse pounding in my ears. 

I heard Lisa crying out with each thrust. I knew Rachel was back there, moving with me, plunging into my ass as I pulled out of Lisa, but I hardly felt her. I opened my eyes, and I stared right into Lisa's blue orbs. Details stood out as if I had taken 5 tabs of acid at once. 

I could differentiate each lash from her eyelashes. I could see drops of tears collected in between them. I could see individual pores on her face, flecks of spit infinitesimally small on her lips. I saw the small fissures on her chiclets of teeth, I could count the hairs on her hairline. I could even tell when her heart pumped by the vein next to her temple. 

I moved my hands up to her hair, my arms underneath hers, her nails raking my back and Rachel's arms. I gripped her hair on each side, holding huge bunches of it to gain better leverage for pulling my swollen, aching, blue-balled lavender-purple cockhead deeper in her body. She was yelling out my name, yelling out for me to make her pregnant, to fuck her, never stop fucking her, finally just yelling incoherently from our lovemaking. 

I finally realized why people called it that, what "lovemaking" really meant. It wasn't just fucking. It was making love real, making love a part of life and body, making the feelings and emotions and biology of love into a solid state of being. It was making us whole, complete, and this time it was making another life.

I don't know to this day how long Rachel, Lisa and I slipped into each other, kissed, cried, shouted, came. I know there were at least 2 times my cock exploded, but it might have been three. Rachel was coming from the dildo in her ass and pussy almost constantly, caught up in the act of making Lisa into a mother like her. 

And Lisa? For a while after her third come she actually blacked out, but I couldn't stop. I kept pounding her, put my head down on her chest and held on for deal life as my hips continued their motions. Her breasts cradled my head like a newborn's. After some unknown period of time, she came to, still getting fucked by this out-of-control insane lunatic on top of her. She remembered instantly what had happened and wrapped her arms around me, helping me stay sane, riding the storm, the hurricane our love had turned into. 

It really was terrifying. She was crying again, telling me not to stop, not to ever stop. Rachel was still sodomizing me, pinching and pulling at her own nipples, baring her teeth like a cornered wolf, growling deep in her chest. She laid down on top of me to kiss Lisa, and also kissed my back and neck. Her hands held Lisa and me to give her more strength in her sodomy. Like I said, I have no idea how long this lasted. 

I only remember one thing clearly -- we all came together at the end. I know, it sounds too good to be true. But I remember it like it was last night.

My cock was so sore from being inside Lisa, flexing the same way and shoving its way into her it felt like it was going to fall off. I was regaining some control, when I felt the beginnings of another orgasm, to my total disbelief. My eyes widened and I looked into Lisa's. 

She looked at me, held my gaze and said, "Don't look away. Don't close your eyes. This is it -- this is when it will happen. I can feel it -- you're going to make me pregnant right now. Don't look away. I want to see you....mmmmm....mmmmm...oh fuck...Phae....oh my God, it's happening to me toommmmmmm.....oh......oh.......oh God......oh God......oh shit, oh shit oh shit OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!," she cried. 

Rachel was bashing the cock into me, her hands roaming all over her body and her eyes watching the scene beneath her. She gripped my hips with her hands, began crying, "Oh yeah, the biggest one yet...the biggest one yet...almost here...... oh...... oh...... here..... it..... oh..... here...... yes, it's here it's HERE FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCK!!!" She screamed the last word at the top of of her lungs. 

Lisa and I were right with her. It was almost impossible not to shut my eyes. I began crying from the effort, the act of looking deep into Lisa's soul while my cock exploded was an obscenely pornographic magnification of emotional connection. My mind was rubbed bare until it was scraped raw. I was totally exposed, totally vulnerable, and what was harder was that I knew Lisa knew it too. 

She knew everything about me in that one moment. She knew my sins, my griefs, my fears, my failures. There was nothing I could hide. I cried harder. Pushing, reaming, invading, fucking, my cock could not stop as the white-hot come boiled out of my body and started the journey to find her egg. I was firing every last sperm I could make. My ass ached from the abuse, my cock pounded from the pressures. I was, frankly, glad it was all fucking over. Much more and I'm not sure I could have survived.




The Afterparty Ch. 03



Lisa's climax was hardly less severe. Her blackout had worried me, but this was almost worse. Her eyes could not leave mine, she had issued some sort of command to them and then her conscious mind had fled the scene. I think she wanted to look away, needed to look away, but could not. 

Her thighs clenched my body (I would have bruises on my sides for four days), her fingernails drew blood on my back, her mouth opened and a scream issued forth like some sort of ancient Irish banshee wailing an immortal grief of death. I wanted to cover my ears. The sound drew more come from my balls like a siren's call, made my spasms continue long beyond a healthy period. Could a man actually ejaculate blood? my mind wondered. 

Then her scream cut off mid-wail and she threw her head back, neck muscles and tendons straining and she broke eye contact. Her whole body locked up and went through some sort of fit as the ecstasy coursed through her for what I hoped and prayed was the last time.

It took her 10 minutes just to come down and unclench. I collapsed on her chest, Rachel slid off to the side. The room was silent for some time, the only sounds the gasping, heaving breaths our bodies were demanding.

I was the first to speak. "Lisa, that was -- "

She interrupted me by putting her finger on my lips. "Hush, my love. There are no words. It has started. We will always be together now, no matter what happens. I will always love you."

"I love you. I love all of you." I looked around. Almost everyone was crying. People were holding each other, some almost with looks of fear at the intensity of what had happened tonight. It was beyond all prior experience, all expectations. 

I stated, "I want you all to know, you were all part of this. You are all part of the life created here tonight. This child will be our child, will be a combination of the love we all share and the lust we all have." Everyone nodded.

That night, no one went home.

The end