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The Johnson Party Ch. 01

By: Orgin Grinder



Marybeth Strong could do two things with great proficiency, sell real estate and give head. 

With the housing market in Metropolitan Detroit in the tank, she found herself doing more of the later in an attempt to facilitate the former. 

Not that she minded. Quite the contrary, actually, judging by the performance she gave in the foyer of a four bedroom, three bath colonial in Birmingham, Michigan.

This was the fifth house we had seen today, and one of more than 125 houses in the area with price tags north of $1,000,000. If you had the cash it was definitely a buyers market, and Marybeth was doing everything she could to see that this potential buyer was happy. 

In her early 40's, Marybeth was a 5'7" bottled blonde with augmented breasts. She worked out three times a week, lunched at best restaurants and grabbed cocktails after work at the hottest bars in town. Pretty much the prototypical Birmingham have it all woman, including the multiple failed marriages—she was already a three time loser—with no intention of going four for four. 

She wore a navy, pinstripe skirted business suit that crested mid-thigh, a tight white knit top that seemed a size too small for her 36D's and black toe-less pumps that would need the attention of a good shoe man after the session on her knees. 

Marybeth gripped my ass while going down on me hands-free, the head of my cock nudging against the back of her throat. She twisted her head to and fro, an agonizingly slow pace that had me to the brink a half dozen times. 

"How's that feel, Kirk? Are you gonna cum for me baby?" she said while taking a breath.

Rhetorical questions if I'd ever heard one. Marybeth transferred her attention to each of my balls for a few minutes, an eternity given the circumstances, then resumed her oral manipulation of my cock. She glided her steamy mouth back and forth in deliberate fashion, stopping to suck hard on the tip when it passed over her lips. 

"Oh Christ, that feels good." 

With my compliment she picked up speed, effortlessly sliding my slick cock in and out of her throat as she worked me toward an orgasm; one that had been building since nine this morning when I saw her saunter ahead of me into the first house. That was six hours ago.

She put a hand to my balls and began vigorously massaging them between her fingers and palm, turning up the heat that was already percolating. I started to quiver and new I was close, and being a gentleman, gave her fair warning. 

For a fleeting moment she released me and responded with, "Cum in my mouth baby. I want to taste all of you" 

With that Marybeth rested the head of my cock on her tongue and been stroking me in earnest. I busted a nut, propelling a half-dozen bursts just where she wanted them.

She sucked on the tip of my cock for a moment, then raised herself from the floor. Looking me straight in the eyes, she titled her head back and ever so slowly swallowed what I had just deposited. Without uttering a word she firmly said, "Now that's how to give a blow job."

Moments later we were sitting at the breakfast room table, casually sipping a glass of wine as though nothing had happened. Marybeth seemed to be treating the whole thing as a normal precursor to a business transaction, almost like taking me to lunch, though she was the only one who ate.

"So, other than the blow job, was there anything else you liked today?" Marybeth asked in a very matter of fact manner; then tossed me a little grin at the last second. 

Sitting there in the sparsely lit room, getting a chance to really see her, study her, for the first time, Marybeth was a stunning women. I knew she had an unlucky history with men, and I could only assume it was do to her relentless pursuit of real estate sales--a painfully self-absorbed profession. 

I, of course, used her drive to my advantage. Spending the day pretending to be looking for houses for two reasons: Marybeth's reputation as an accommodating, first rate cock sucker, and the Johnson party. Having nabbed the first, it was time to go for the second. 

Robin and Jeffry Johnson are third generation auto money trust-fund scions who have an estate/compound in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, one of the wealthiest zip codes in the country. 

Robin's heritage is that of the General Motors line; her grandfather was a majority owner of one of the companies William Durant acquired in the early 1900's to form GM. A willowy, strawberry blond in her youth, and a text-book free spirit to boot, Robin left Michigan the day after graduating high school and signed with a New York modeling agency within a week. 

For years she was a staple on the runways of New York and Paris, was featured on the cover of Vogue magazine, hung out with the likes of Andy Warhol and Liza Minnelli, and, according to legend, snorted coke with, and blew, each member of the Rolling Stones in one of Studio 54's balconies. 

Jeffry's family was in the supply side of the business, and his grandfather stood alongside Henry Ford as they tried to bust the unions. Jeffry foraged his way unremarkably through Brown, befriended a number of Kennedy's, bedded one or two, and spent a day and half working for Goldman Sachs. 

After lunch on the second day he walked into the managing partner's office and said, "All you people do is beg, borrow and steal your way to make enough money to become, well, me. And I'm already me. I'm going to go join a band." And he did. 

They met in New York at the end of the 70's and decided that their life expectancies would be substantially greater if they left Manhattan and returned to dreary, boring suburban Detroit. They've spent the better part of the last 25-plus years appearing at parties, balls, and philanthropic events under the heading of socialites. 

In addition to their glassed over public personas, what they had really become were two of the most notorious high-end swingers in North America, cultivating a network of multi-millionaire wife swappers, escorts, gigolos, and assorted other hangers on. Now in their early 50's, the Johnsons were ready to relocate full-time to their private island in the Antilles. One problem, they couldn't sell their estate in Michigan, and they sort of needed the money, what with so much of it being spent on everyday necessities such as champagne, caviar and caretakers. 

Two years ago they listed the 30,000 square-foot mansion, which sits on ten acres with three ponds, four bungalows, and two pools, for $15 million. Three months ago, with the price down to $11.5 million, they hired Marybeth Strong, their third listing agent in as many years. This is where the party came in. 

Marybeth had known the Johnsons for some time, and rumors of their lifestyle ran rampant within the walls of Oakland County's prestigious schools, clubs and charities. One evening, after dinner and couple of bottles of wine, Marybeth ventured back to the Johnson's home where she and Robin took turns sucking-off Jeffry before retiring off to Robin's personal enclave. It was over coffee the next morning where she heard the whole story of the lifestyle, and that most in the Johnson's circle were very well off. 

Being the enterprising real estate agent that she was, Marybeth suggested a party, one final blast, where fifty couples would pay $300,000 each for three days of sex, food and debauchery, the likes of which haven't been seen since the fall of the Roman Empire. And most importantly, a one-in-fifty chance of winning the estate at a drawing held on Sunday afternoon. 

The party was this coming weekend. 

"So, I liked the second and the fourth house, and the blow job of course, but what I'm really interested in is attending the Johnson party."

The ever so self-confident real estate agent managed a stoic stare. Marybeth took a sip of wine, gathered herself and finally played stupid, "What Johnson party?"

"The Johnson party. Or should I frame it as the Johnson orgy."

Remembering that I might still be a legit home buyer, "Okay listen, there is a get together, but it's not what you think. Also, there's no way I can take you."

"First of all, it is what I think, and second, why, are you already taking someone?"

"Now that you mention..."

"Don't. I know you're not talking anyone--yet."

"How is that, Mr. Know-it-all?"

"Last week I took $1,000 off Jeff Johnson at Oakland Hills—he's a terrible golfer and a worse gambler—but he's been playing with house money since he popped out of the womb, so a grand to him is like an old penny to the rest of us.

"We're up in the men's grill after the round. Jeff gets a few scotches in him and starts blabbing to me like we're childhood buds. He asks me if I'm in the market for a house, I say sort of, and he tells me about his. Well I'm not in that market, but I'm looking. Then he says, 'Well have I got an agent for you. Looks like a movie star, sucks like a porn star.' "

"Me."

"You."

"Great."

"Yeah, I wouldn't worry about it. He's a flake of biblical proportions and, based on quick calculations, you're about to make about a half-million dollar payday."

"I don't have to be there to earn it. And you can read that anyway you like."

"I know you don't have to be there, but I'm pretty sure you want to be. He said it was a real turn on how you and Robin French-kissed after he came in your mouth."

"Bastard."

"You may as well take a wing man, just in case you need someone to fall back to. We obviously get along swimmingly."

"Yeah, for someone I've know for all of nine hours."

"Then it's a date. I'll pick you up Thursday afternoon."

Marybeth finally agreed, and told me she was staying in the Townsend Hotel, her ex got the house, and to meet her there at 2 pm. 

As we were parting she said one last thing. "They're taking blood at the door and testing it every which way 'till Sunday. No one as much as shakes a hand until they pass the screening."

On Thursday afternoon Marybeth was waiting for me when I pulled up, albeit a few minutes late. Dressed in a tight, short skirted crimson business suit with no top under the coat, only the latest from Victoria Secrets enhancing her already enhanced breasts—a look favored by woman in the Manhattan financial racket, not Michigan real estate—she looked radiant. 

She tossed a small suitcase in the backseat of my STS, and pulled out some paperwork as she slid in the passenger side. "Wire transfers. I've got to make sure all the money has hit. No money, no party." She was all business, at least for now. 

We rolled up to the estate's gated front, passed the first checkpoint of security and were allowed to go onto the main entrance. There we were double checked at the valet stop, and when cleared, handed over our keys.

The place was immense, too big to take in with one view. Massive limestone pillars and walls, surrounded by oaks, pines and maples. Hardly the image one conjures up when thinking of middle-aged flower children, but there you have the contradiction of inherited wealth and time on one's hands. 

Two porters, one black, one white, each about six-three, appeared from nowhere. With chiseled torsos wrapped tightly in what resembled a gymnast's uniform, they grabbed our bags from the trunk and were instructed to escort us to bungalow four.

"Nice codpiece," I said, nodding to Marybeth is reference to the bulge in their pants.

"Nope, that's the real deal. The hired help," Marybeth explained as we followed them down. "Robin told me she brought in four men and four women, each with spectacular features and skill sets, just to add flavor to the event. The guys go a minimum of 10-inches. I believe the women are former Playmates. Something like that."

"She get them out of a catalogue? I mean, how does one shop for people like that?"

"Money has its privileges."

"I guess. Impressive packages if I do say so myself."

"You think? I expect you won't mind, but I can't wait to see and feel what one of these guys looks like unwrapped."

"No go right ahead. That is the name of the game isn't it--orgy?"

"Good. I thought it would be best to clear that up right away. I don't want you getting possessive on me, and quite frankly, I'm a big girl and I tend to get what I want. And want this weekend is to get a little sluty with strangers," Marybeth stated, in what I was finding to be her very blunt and matter of fact manner. "And it's not like I'm going to keep you from what you're after."

"What if you're one of the things I'm after?"

"I'm sure we'll get around to that."

It was easy to tell why Marybeth was one of the area's top real estate agents, and also why she'd been married and divorced three times by her mid-40's. She was a major league ball-buster alright, but I signed on for a good time, not a long time, and anything she wanted was fine by me. 

We walked a brick path about a hundred yards from the front on the house to bungalow four. It was a two-bedroom, two bath cottage with a kitchen and dining area and living space. A small pool was located between number four and three. It would easily go for $750,000 on it's own in this neighborhood. 

"We each get a room?" I disappointedly asked.

"No, sir," said Nate, the black porter whose muscles flared when he spoke. "You and MS. Strong will be in the room on the right. Another couple will be joining you in the bungalow."

"Thanks." I reached in my pocket for a tip, but was interrupted.

"No tipping sir," said Evan, the white Adonis who placed my bag on the edge of the king size, four post bed. "We're being more than adequately compensated."

"Well I know Robin said 'no cash,' but can I show my gratitude another way?" Marybeth butted in, sliding next to Nate with a come hither look straight from central casting. It appeared "sluty with strangers" was off and running.

"We've got to get back out front," Nate stammered a bit.

"Not both of you," my anxious date said. "The rest of the guests aren't arriving until four."

Nate and Evan looked at each other, and Evan winked and left the bungalow. 

"Good, now let's see if you come as advertised," Marybeth said as she unzipped Nate's shorts, with very little concern that I was still in the room, and began to fish-out a massive hunk of meat.

"Oh my God," she blurted out, truly startled by the girth. As she fondled it I thought it would stretch into next week. 

"I'm definitely not going to put that thing inside me right now—you'll make the rest of the weekend pale by comparison. I'm going to save you for the grand finale."

A disappointed frown cascaded over Nate's face, which Marybeth caught.

"But don't worry, I'm not going to leave you hanging."

With that, Marybeth descended to her knees and somehow managed to wrap her lips around the head of Nate's massive cock. I more or less stood in awe. One, at the size of this guy's dick, and two, that she was able to get any of it in her mouth. But not only did she get the head in, she was beginning to move up and down on it. 

Slowly and cautiously, Marybeth took in more and more of Nate. A one step forward, two steps back approach, until it appeared he butted against the back of her throat. She paused, still with less than half of Nate's prodigious cock in her mouth.

For my part this was now spectator sport, sort of like watching an Olympic gymnast working through her routine, to see if she can score a perfect ten. I didn't even notice that our hostess, Robin Johnson, had wandered in the bungalow.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Robin whispered to me as she wrapped her arm around my waist and nuzzled close.

"Quite frankly, most women have reduced the art of the blow job to nothing more than jerking a guy off with the tip of his penis on their lips. Marybeth is one of the few we've met who give it the attention to detail a man so richly deserves."

We formally introduced ourselves as we watched Marybeth tongue bathe the Nate's cock, giving each of his balls a good suck before taking him back into her mouth.

Robin had the look of a well-aged, fair-haired flower child, while still maintaining the sharp-edged facial features that made her a Vogue cover girl staple in the 70's. A very attractive willowy blonde with streaks of gray and piercing blue eyes, she was barefooted and attired in a modest sun dress, and I doubt anything else, based on the feel of her breast up against my arm. 

Both of us were mesmerized as Marybeth had managed to take most of Nate down her throat, leaving her nose just shy of his trimmed pubes. She retreated, then ascended, methodically sucking off the biggest cock I'd ever seen.

"You don't realize how difficult that is, unless of course you're bi," Robin said in a hushed voice.

"I'm not."

"Didn't think so. Anyway, I tried both him and Evan last night and couldn't take more than a few inches of either. I can give head with the best of them, if I do say so myself, but those two are gargantuan."

Marybeth was working the first half of Nate's cock back and force in her mouth with a pretty good pace, while quickly stroking the rest with her right hand. He had his eyes shut and mouth open, letting out a soft moan every minute or so.

For my part I'd been sporting wood for about ten minutes, what with the world class exhibition in front of me, and the free-spirited former cover girl draping herself behind me. 

She's very impressive," Robin said as slowly lowered the hand that was around my waist down to the front of my shorts. "That's the main reason my husband hired her. Anybody can sell a house, but we've swung all over the world, and very few can suck dick and eat pussy like Marybeth."

The second part came as a surprise, though I don't know why, but my attention was now divided. Nate's breathing had picked up, and he had Marybeth's head in his hands, gently getting her to take as much of him in her throat as she could. He appeared moments away from exploding.

Robin was rubbing my ass with her right hand, her left hand down the top of my shorts, slowly whacking me off. All the while her chin on my shoulder; eyes riveted on scene in front of us. 

"Oh fuck baby, I can't take anymore," Nate spoke for the first time, firmly gripped Marybeth's skull, and grunted as he trusted forward, gagging her as he came. 

She backed off slightly, but continued pumping his spit-shined, gleaming cock, accepting the torrent that was flooding her mouth. He moaned a couple more times before he fell back on the bed, spent. Marybeth swallowed the last of it, and slipped to the floor. 

"Bravo, bravo," Robin cheered out, removing her hands from my shorts and politely applauding, operatic style. "Marybeth, you are hands down the best cock sucker I have ever seen. And given how many I've seen, that is high praise my dear.

"Now, I got some work to finish as well. I couldn't live with myself if I knew I blue-balled your date; especially given the circumstances of the occasion." 

Robin dropped to her knees and simultaneously spun me around to face her. My shorts were undone and around my ankles in a flash, and my cock bobbed up and down while she was tickling the underside of its head with her tongue. 

Nate, a true professional, asked if there was anything else that we needed before he left, and Marybeth excused herself to the bathroom while Robin took all of me down her throat at once.

"I'm not going to be as challenging as the hired studs."

Robin let me plop out of her mouth, then said, "Trust me, you're a welcome change. Cocks such as those men have are all about conquest. There's not much pleasure in having something like that jammed in your gullet, only in being able to say afterwards that you did it. Besides, you've got a wonderful cock, and I'm truly going to enjoy every second of making you come."

I was back in Robin's mouth, the head of my cock being teased with her swirling tongue, when Marybeth walked out of the bathroom, stark naked. 


The Johnson Party Ch. 01



"Don't mind me; I'm heading out to the pool for some sun."

This was my first glimpse of her without clothes, and she was stunning. Long, strong legs, severely toned torso and the artistry of one of metro Detroit's foremost plastic surgeons—gravity defying breasts, firm and high on her chest. The thought that I would be sleeping with her at some point this weekend made my cock twitch in Robin's mouth. 

My hostess sensed my excitement and squeezed my balls as she drew me deeper into her mouth, slowly engulfing my entire shaft. She kept me there, the muscles in her throat massaging the head of my cock.

"Oh god, that's good, feels so good."

My cock slid across Robin's tongue and out of her tepid mouth and she swept her grayish blond hair away from her face. The smile that had graced more than 100 magazine covers shimmered as her eyes met mine. I thought she was going to say something, but realized that not only was she working on making me cum, her left hand was busy at work on herself.

"Here," I said helping her off the floor. "Let's see if we can't work on this together." 

She slid her sun dress of her left, then right shoulder and it cascaded to the floor. She had well-formed, smallish breasts that sagged slightly, though less than what I thought I would find on a 50-something woman, and a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. 

I led her to the bed, but she quickly took over, insisting that I lay down first so she could straddle my face while she continued to suck me off. 

Robin settled her steamy twat on my lips as she toyed with the head of my cock. My tongue felt its way to her protruding clit and I returned the favor, nipping her sensitive bud with rapid slaps with my tongue. This elicited a deep moan and she squirmed down further, almost suffocating me.

I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard, and she responded by grinding down more. I sensed it wouldn't take long for her to cum, and I reached around and managed to grab and twist her nipples. That set her off.

"Ahhh, ohh god, ohh god that's good," Robin moaned as she backed away from my cock to focus what was happening to her. "Do that, right there. Oh god that feels good. Don't move from that spot."

Sweet nectar seeped from within and her clit was hard as my cock has ever been. I locked my lips around it while simultaneously flicking at it with my tongue.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh shit. Oh I'm cumming, right there, ohhhhh god I'm cumming. Oh that's so good."

Three or four quick spasms shot through her. She squeezed my head between her legs and ground her twat down on my face. For a moment I thought I would black out. 

"Oh god, that was out of this world."

Robin's muscles relaxed and she rested her head on my thigh, gently playing with my balls as she regained some composure. 

"You may find this hard to believe, given our reputation, but I haven't cum in over a month. That was so great, and so needed."

She took the head of my pulsating cock in her mouth and gave it a long suck, replicated what I just did with her clit. I get really horny when I eat pussy, and it wasn't going take long for me to get off.

Robin repositioned herself between my legs and got after it, working my cock all the way up and down in quick fire motion. She stopped briefly, allowing the head to nestle in her throat, only slide it back out. 

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum right now."

Robin bobbed her head faster and faster, and sensing I was about to blow, grabbed my nuts squeezed.

"Jesus, oh my god," I screamed, certain they heard me out by the pool.

She was locked around my cock and her cheeks pumped me for all I was worth as I shot stream after stream of hot spunk into her mouth. She fisted my cock, making sure every drop had been released and sucked hard on the now overly sensitive tip; so much so that I needed to wiggle out of her clenches. 

Robin easily swallowed the entire load, smiled and got up and off the bed. "Well, this party is getting off to a fast and fabulous start." 

She pulled her sundress back on over her head and blew me a kiss. "Help yourself to anything or anyone—as long as they're willing—and they're all willing."

"Who's that out by the pool with Marybeth?"

"One of Jeffry's golf buddies is a big shot Hollywood producer, and he brought her along. I believe she won a Golden Globe a few years ago."

"Really?"

"She practically begged him to bring her. Word has it that she's got an insatiable appetite for sex, which is sort of a prerequisite for being here to begin with."

"That would explain why Marybeth is working her over with a dildo the size of a fire extinguisher."

"Probably won't be the last time. See you around campus."

Robin bid adieu and I threw on some shorts, grabbed a beer from the fridge and plopped on the sofa in the common area in front of the TV. I surfed through a few porn channels, or what I thought were porn channels, before I hit a wrong button on the remote and the camera zoomed in. 

Whoa, what have we got here? I spent about five minutes flipping around before I concluded that the Johnson's had wired their entire estate with close-circuit video monitors. I found the menu and switched to Cottage 4, common area, and there I was, watching me watching me. 

I panned left, then right. Zoomed in tight, pulled back. I guess whoever got to a channel first owned the controls. This was going to be oh so cool. I clicked through a number of rooms with nothing going on, it was early still, before finding some action in the game room. 

A trio of naked, busty hard bodies with long, flowing locks--one with hair died brilliant red, another bleached shocking white, and the last deep blue (it was the 4th of July after all)--with neatly trimmed pubes in matching colors, were spinning around brass stripper poles while Jeff Johnson sipped a cocktail and fisted his pud. 

He called out for Julie (the sound and video quality were impressive), and the redhead slipped off the pole and onto his pecker. White and blue twirled off their respective poles, both absolutely stuck their dismount, and dropped to the floor in a well orchestrated 69.

"The Tredo Triplets," came a voice from behind me. "It looks like Johnson didn't miss a beat."

I peered over my shoulder and was greeted by an outstretched hand. 

"Hi, I'm Frank," said a distinguished looking gentleman, who appeared to be in his late 50's. With longish, though neat, brown hair, dressed in khakis, blue Polo button-down, Oakley sunglasses hanging from a string around his neck, and deck shoes, odds were that Frank was a member of one, if not all, of the same country and yacht clubs that the Johnson's belonged to. 

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Kirk. You know those babes?"

"Julie, Jennifer and Jillian; the famous Tredo Triplets from Miami. Alone they go for $10,000 a night. Together, for the weekend, probably set Jeff back a couple of hundred grand. Not that he doesn't have it."

We both played voyeurs for a few minutes, watching with earnest as Red bounced up and down on Jeff Johnson's dick like she was spring loaded. It didn't take long before he coaxed her off his dick, and the three of them gathered around, mouth's wide open like baby birds waiting to be fed in the nest. 

Johnson fired off three blasts, one spraying across each of their faces, before he sat back and watched the Tredo sisters kiss each other clean.

"The triplets are here, fantastic," said another new voice from the behind the couch, this one female.

"Renee," said Frank, "I want you to meet Kirk. I'm assuming he's one of our cottage mates for the weekend."

"Wow, you guys wore uniforms."

Renee, who looked to be in her mid 40's and very attractive, was dressed exactly like Frank, right down to the dangling Oakley's and deck shoes. Her hair, brown as well, was tied back in pony tail. Her shirt had one less button fastened than his and she was visibly without a bra, her pert breasts fended for their own quite well. 

"Not intentionally," Frank said in reference to the clothes. "We just left some bullshit fund raiser with the Bushes in Kennebunkport, too much effort to explain."

We went through a variety of obligatory conversation before they excused themselves to their bedroom, Renee giving me a kiss on the cheek before departing. 

It didn't take long, maybe five minutes, before sounds of sex began to emanate from their room. I flipped the TV to cottage four, bedroom two, and saw Renee bent over the baseboard of the sleigh bed, Frank banging the ever-living daylights out of her from behind. 

Renee's breasts swayed to and fro, and she was already huffing and puffing like she was in the final mile of a 10k. 

"God damnit Frank, fuck me, fuck me like it's the end of the world!"

Frank grabbed her pelvic bones, and quickened his already maddening pace, slamming forward like she wasn't even there. Renee braced herself and took everything he could give, and begged for more.

"Oh, oh, come on Frank, harder, harder you bastard. Oh, god, oh my fucking god, will you please fuck me harder, harder."

Shocked the hell out of me. I never would have pegged Renee for the overly verbal, boisterous type. 

I watched intently as the jack-hammering continued, with Renee cussing up a storm as Frank repeatedly impaled her. It lasted a few more minutes before Renee wailed out a slew of explicit instructions, culminating with Frank furiously rubbing her clit with one hand and shoving a finger in her butt with the other. 

Renee let out one last guttural scream; then withered to the floor. Frank, left with his sex-soaked unit in his hand, finished himself off, raining a series of cum shots down upon his satiated wife. 

I stared blankly for a moment, utterly impressed by what I had just witnessed. I was so wrapped up in the action on the TV that I hadn't noticed that Marybeth had walked in and brought a new friend with her. 

"Wow," they said simultaneously. 

Turning, my eyes feasted on two gorgeous, naked women. Marybeth stood behind the couch with her arm around Lisa's waist. The Golden Globe winning actress was a tall and taut strawberry blonde with round, full breasts. Her sculpted facial features were flawless and her smile illuminated the room.

"And I thought it was hot outside," Lisa said

"Hi," was all I could muster, and it didn't even come out as clean as it reads.

"We came in for something to drink. Is there something you would like?" said Marybeth, the queen of the double entendre, as she gazed down at the erection propping up my shorts. 

"A beer." Again, I was stumbling all over myself. I must admit a naked movie star standing before me had an adverse effect. 

"I'll have the same," Lisa said, sauntering around the couch and making herself at home right next to me. "Mind if I have a look?"

I wasn't quite sure what see was referring to, and as her hand moved toward me my cock stirred, but instead of grabbing my trousers, she picked up the remote that was resting next to my leg and began flipping through the close-circuit channels. 

Marybeth brought each of us a beer, placed mine on my lap with a sneer, and sat down in the chair to the side of us. 

"Stop there," Marybeth said to Lisa. "See, that's one of the guys I was telling you about. They're monsters."

Lisa's jaw gaped open as we watched Evan the Porter wreak havoc on the pussy of what appeared to be a 50-something socialite in the common area of Cottage 2. The petite woman, she couldn't have been more than five-feet tall, wore only a necklace of pearls which glistened against her deep, full body tan.

Evan gripped the tiny woman by her ass cheeks and repeatedly stuck her with what had to be at least ten-inches of thick cock. She looked to be halfway between an Epileptic seizure and Nirvana, uttering throaty moans in the midst of on again, off again orgasms.

After about five minutes of this, none of us had said a word as we watched intently, Evan pulled out and painted the socialite's torso with a lather of jism. Just as the last drop spilled out the tip of his cock, our omnipresent hostess appeared from off camera and tongue bathed the thoroughly satiated socialite, licking her clean of the porter's seed. 

"Well, that's about all I can take," Lisa broke the silence. "Do you mind?" she said, with a glance over to Marybeth.

"Be my guest."

"And you sir," as Lisa helped herself to my zipper, freeing my lesser-sized, but equally hard, erect dick. "Do you mind?"

"No, I don't believe I do," I stammered. 

My shorts were around my ankles with Lisa straddling above me before I could process what was happening. In a blink of an eye, one of Hollywood's hottest actresses was lowering herself on me, her sopping pussy engulfing my cock.

"Oh god, that feels so good." 

I couldn't tell if it was me or her who said it.

Lisa looked into my eyes within an insatiable leer and began to move in slow ministrations. She fed me her right breast and placed my hand on the left, impressing upon me that her nipples needed my undivided attention. 

"Oh, I needed this so bad. Oh my god." This time I knew it was her, given my mouth was full of starlet breast. 

"Your cock is perfect. Fuck me with your perfect cock." No wonder she won an award for best supporting actress.

Lisa got into a comfortable motion, sort of a combination grind and slide, all the while reinforcing that I couldn't suck or pinch her nipples hard enough. This chore was enough preoccupation to keep me from pre-ejaculating, which I almost did the moment I saw her. But now we had found a mutual rhythm and I felt I could last as long as I needed to. 

Moans filled the room as Lisa had me positioned right on target. She pulled my head tight to her chest and I bit hard on her nipple, sending a shock through her that caused her to yelp.

"Oh god, do that again. Bite me, bite me hard. Ohhhhhhh god."

The action shifted from a calculated, slow-paced screw to a hard charging fuck, as Lisa bucked on top of me like she was trying to break free of some invisible restraint. She had a vice grip arm lock around my shoulders, leveraging my body to get the deepest penetration she could.

I wanted to tell her how good she made me feel. How her steamy, smooth pussy encased my cock and sent shivers down my legs and through my spine. But I couldn't speak, hell, I could barely breath. So I did the next best thing I could think of to relay my feelings--I clenched down on her nipple so hard I thought I would bite it off. Lisa responded by letting loose with a scream that was heard throughout the grounds of the estate. 

Her body shook, and hot, sweet juices seeped from her clenching pussy as she began to climax. 

"Ugh, ugh, ohhhhh shit, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I thought she was just about finished, but she surprised me when she raised herself off my cock, and jammed herself back down on it over and over. The final time she burst, flooding my cock, balls, legs and the couch, as she threw herself over the edge with the most intense orgasm I've ever had the pleasure to participate in.

She held me tight for a moment; then let me up for air. Lisa flashed me that million-dollar-a-movie smile, wiped the sweat from her brow and tossed back her golden mane.

"You might not believe this, but that was the best fuck I've ever had. Oh my god. Whew."

I didn't know if she was acting or not, and couldn't have cared less. She ran her finger nails down my cheek and gave me a sweet, sensuous kiss. As we parted lips she said, "You didn't come yet, did you?"

I returned the smile, "Not yet."

"We can't have that now, can we?"

She began to slowly move back and forth on my cock, and reached behind her back to fondle my balls. Lisa was so beautiful it was like having a work of art on my lap, like I was making love to a Monet. But that ridiculous premise was quickly replaced by the reality that I was about so shoot my load. 

"I'm gonna cum Lisa, I gonna cum."

"That's okay baby, I want you to fill me up with your cum. No one deserves it more than you. Come on, fill me up."

She twisted and turned my balls a couple more times before I finally thrust into her, lifting both of us off the couch as I began to pump a mother lode of cum into the award winning actress. 

Finished, Lisa nuzzled my neck for a while like we were long-time lovers, before rolling off onto the couch. I must have had a shit-eating grin the size of a summer moon, because Marybeth, whom I totally forgot was in the room, walked past me and said, "Nice show, I came twice myself. By the way, I think this definitely means you're buying a house from me."



The Johnson Party Ch. 02



It's been a while since the first installment, so if you're not inclined to go back and read chapter one, here's a synopsis.

I had finagled my way to the ultimate swingers weekend at the home of Robin and Jeffry Johnson, third generation auto money trust-fund scions who have an estate/compound in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, one of the wealthiest zip codes in the country. 

During the 1970's Robin was a staple on the runways of New York and Paris, and featured on the cover of more than 50 magazines. Jeffry's family was in the supply side of auto business, and his grandfather stood alongside Henry Ford as they tried to bust the unions. 

Married for more than thirty years, they had become two of the most notorious high-end swingers in North America, cultivating a network of multi-millionaire wife swappers, escorts, gigolos, and assorted other hangers on. 

Now in their early 50's, the Johnson's were ready to relocate full-time to their private island in the Antilles. One problem, they couldn't sell their home in Michigan, and they sort of needed the money, what with so much of it being spent on everyday necessities such as champagne, caviar and caretakers. 

My date, so to speak, was their realtor, MaryBeth Strong, who could do two things with great proficiency: sell real estate and give head. Being the enterprising real estate agent that she was, Marybeth suggested a party, one final blast, where fifty couples would pay $300,000 each for three days of sex, food and debauchery, the likes of which haven't been seen since the fall of the Roman Empire. And most importantly, a one-in-fifty chance of winning the estate at a drawing held on Sunday afternoon.

I may have suggested to MaryBeth that if she brought me to the party, I'd buy one of the million dollar homes she had listed. She took me up on the offer, and at the moment we were rinsing off together in a glass-walled shower the size of a small bedroom. 

I massaged her shoulders while she licked-off the sexual residue left on my torso from an encounter I had moments ago with a Lisa, a Golden Global awarding winning actress who was staying in a bungalow on the other side of the pool. Her date was a notorious homosexual Hollywood producer who was told he could come, but had to bring someone the straight boys could play with.

"This is the first time I've ever been in a shower with a man who didn't have an erection," MaryBeth said, playing with my flaccid penis.

"This is probably the first time you've been in a shower with a man who within the last 90-minutes had been sucked-off by a former Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model, plus got his eyes fucked-out by movie star with a reputation for bedding all of her co-stars, and then some."

"True, but that doesn't make me feel any better," she said with a feigned pout, before wrapping her lips around my still limp cock. 

"I didn't think you were all that interest in me to begin with?" I said. 

Momentarily releasing me, "It's not about you, it's about me. Watching you and the movie star made me hornier than hell, and the finger job I gave myself while you were having volcanic orgasms didn't quite cut it. Now come on, get hard."

MaryBeth moved her magical mouth to my nuts. She swirled them around like they were mini chocolate Easter eggs while pumping my dick like she was trying to prime a keg. Quite frankly, I thought I was spent, but amazingly the blood ran back to my groin and my cock began to show signs of life. 

Once it looked like I was going to be of use to her after all, MaryBeth stood up, then bent over and said, "It's time for you to earn your invitation. Fuck me."

I didn't need to be told twice, and I positioned the head of my well-worn penis at her pussy. It was greeted by the steaming heat of a woman in need of a good rutting, and I met no resistance as I slid into her as deep as I could at the first go at it.

I slowly pulled out, and reentered with the same pace a few times, before my tempo was interrupted. 

"I didn't say make love to me, I said 'fuck me,' MaryBeth snapped. "I'm already more than warmed up, and besides, I'm on a tight schedule. So just fuck me."

With that she braced herself against the glass. I grabbed her hips and began to slam into her like I was trying to knock her through the wall. 

This was actually the first time I had "been" with MaryBeth, what with just having met her within the past few weeks. She had given me a blow job to remember in the foyer of a house she had listed as an enticement to buy--Christ, could this girl suck dick--but that's as far as I had gotten. Quite frankly, I thought she was going to play hard to get, if one can actually play hard to get at a fuck fest, but the visual stimulation of the starlet bouncing up and down on my crotch and cumming until she almost cried had obviously gotten the better of her. 

The leverage MaryBeth had created against the glass, along with her slick cunt, made taking her doggie-style a breeze. She began to pant in rhythm to my thrusts, and it appeared I was justifying my existence at this party quite nicely. 

"Uh, uh, uh, oh shit, that's good, keep doing that," she grunted.

MaryBeth reached down with one hand and started to work her clit over as I continuing my torment. Even with the spray from the water jets, I could tell she was working up a bit of a sweat, and was nearing a climax.

"Oh God, oh God, just don't stop. Oh fucking God, don't stop!"

Moving my hands off her hips, I found her magnificently augmented breasts, and twisted her nipples like I was working a combination lock. That was pretty much all she wrote.

"Oh my God, oh my fucking God I'm gonna cum. Just fuck me you bastard. Oh shit, oh, oh, oh, yes, oh yes, fuck me as hard as you can. Ugh, uhg, oh Goddddd......"

She squeezed her ass cheeks tight, and froze for a minute, trying to regain her breath and composure. I'm fairly certain she didn't want to be seen as being sexually needy, but I certainly didn't have any problem with it. 

MaryBeth stood-up and stretched for a moment, turned around and gave me a smirk. I shot one right back at her.

"What, you want me to say thank you?" she asked, as if that would be the last thing in the world she would do.

"Actions speak louder than words," I said, with a glance down toward my still hard penis. 

"Sorry, no time," and with that she turned the water from hot to cold and I almost leaped out of the shower. "We have to get ready for the dinner."

Son of a bitch, I got blue-balled at an orgy.

The black-tie dinner, the formal opening ceremonies of the weekend if you will, was held in the ballroom of the mansion. The men dressed in traditional tuxedos, nothing more than what one would find at a holiday fund raiser. The women, on the other hand, were resplendent in vibrant evening gowns, featuring plunging necklines and open backs that bottomed out at the top of their bottoms. 

MaryBeth looked spectacular in a bright red number with a V-neck that dropped to her navel, providing the perfect framework for her marvelously designed breasts. They were, as she had often boasted, the best money could buy. 

After some brief introductions, MaryBeth headed off to do what ever it was she needed to do. She was, after all, working. Couples were split-up anyway, a tradition of sorts I was told, and I took my place at a table for six near the back of the room. 

I was seated between Gretchen, a dark-featured German ex-patriot living in Monte Carlo, who had her hand on my thigh from the moment I sat down, and Maude, a statuesque woman with chiseled facial features, brilliant blue eyes, and tightly cropped silvery hair. Maude introduced herself to the table by announcing she was the one who taught our hostess, Robin Johnson, how to eat pussy when they were models with the Ford Agency in the '70's. 

There were some announcements from the front of the room, basically thanking every one for partaking in the event/raffle/orgy, and rules of engagement. Then a meal suitable for Roman Emperors was served. 

Also at my table was Frank, who along with his wife Renee were staying in the other suite of cottage 4, where MaryBeth and I were bunking; Julie, a knock-out with blue-hair, who was one of the infamous Tredo sisters, the sex-goddess triplets who were hired to play with the guests during the weekend (one dyed her hair red, one white, and Julie blue in honor of the 4th of July); and Don, a former NFL quarterback who I came to learn had a number of business dealings with Jeffry Johnson, along with the sexual appetite of a professional athlete. Good for him. 

Frank was admiring Don's Super Bowl ring, and before we were finished with our salads Julie had disappeared beneath the table. By the change of expression on his face, coupled with a sudden lack of interest in football, apparently the hired help was servicing my housemate. 

After a moment or two the work being done beneath the table was recognized above, as Frank began to verbalize his pleasure. "Oh shit," spilled from his lips as the catering waitress was pouring him another glass of wine.

"Is there something wrong with your filet, sir?"

"No, his meat is fine," responded a voice from below the tablecloth. 

For my part, I was transfixed on the conversation taking place at my end of table between Gretchen and Maude, which centered on the Sapphic conquests of both. Who, what, when, where, and how (why seemed obvious), and throughout the dialogue Gretchen never took her hand off my leg. By the time the entrée arrived I was hard as a rock from listening to the adventures of seasoned muff divers.

During the meal Julie had come up for air and a bite to eat, dropped back down and took a ration of protein from the football legend, popped back up to wash it down with a tequila shooter and cleanse her palate with a lemon sorbet, and as dessert hit the table she had made her way between my legs.

"Julie, be a dear and let him percolate a bit longer," Maude said, to my disappointment. I really, really needed to cum. "We've got this gentleman so torqued-up with our naughty trip down memory lane I'd feel like a nasty tease if we didn't let him see first hand what we're talking about."

I was dumbfounded.

"If it's alright with you, Gretchen and I would like you to accompany us back to her room for an after dinner drink and whatnot. Granted, Julie gives masterful blow-jobs, but she'll be around all weekend. What we're about to show you, well, it might be a once in a lifetime opportunity."

That comment elicited affirmative nods from the other men at the table.

"Ah, sure," I mumbled.

We said quick goodbyes, Julie said she'd give me a rain check, we and headed out of the ballroom. I took a quick glance around the various tables, saw a number of splendid looking people, both male and female, but couldn't see MaryBeth. Not to worry, I'm sure she was more than fending for herself.

It seemed like we walked a few minutes before we came upon a grand staircase, and headed upwards. Being the gentleman I was, and not knowing where I was going, I let the ladies lead the way. I also wanted to get a glimpse at what I was apparently going to be getting myself into. 

Gretchen looked to be just over five feet tall, and had a solid, stocky build, like a swimmer, with broad, strong shoulders and moderate sized breasts. Not drop-dead gorgeous, but attractive in that party-girl, fuck-buddy sort of way. She was probably in her mid thirties. 

Maude was just a tad under my six feet, most of it legs, and she had apparently remained on a model's diet her entire life. Wispy thin with smallish breasts and pronounced cheekbones, she was the embodiment of the classic, aged beauty. Given the time references she made during her sexual tales at dinner, my best guest put her around 60, though she didn't look like she'd seen her 50th birthday. 

"I'm a lesbian who can tolerate a penis now and then," Maude said in my direction as we ascended the stair case. "My lovely Gretchen here is a world renowned nymphomaniac, who will fuck just about anyone or anything."

"No animals," Gretchen interjected. 

"That's technically true dear, but you have to admit that there was something beastly about that Russian oil tycoon you were balling in the late 1990s."

At the top of the stairs we turned left and passed about a half dozen rooms as we made our way to Gretchen's. My guess is that there were an equal number on both ends of the hallway. 

A couple of doors were closed, but the one right before Gretchen's was open, and sounds of fun were floating into the hall. I peered in and saw Lisa, the awarding winning actress who rode me to what she described as the best orgasm of her life, reprising her role aboard an unidentifiable man. 

I gave her a little wave, still trying to develop a sense of orgy etiquette, and she blew me a kiss.

"Kirk, come now," said Gretchen, who spoke relatively decent English, but with that commanding German undertone. "Once we shut the door we're not getting up to open it for anyone."

I waved again and basically sprinted to her room, which was sort of like calling a Cadillac a car. The place had to be 1,000 square-feet with the focal piece being, well take your pick, you could go with the larger than king-sized four-post canopy bed, the fireplace, the polar bear skin rug, complete with polar bear head in front of the fireplace, or the sunken hot tub. 

I'd become accustom to some of the finer things in life, but I'd never seen anything like this. I began to wonder if the rooms were randomly assigned, of if there was any special skill set that Gretchen possessed that elevated her to accommodations of this nature. 

While awestruck by the room, I almost missed, but fortunately didn't, the ceremonial discarding of the gowns. As if on queue, Gretchen and Maude simultaneously pulled their dresses off their shoulders, and let gravity do the rest. And while I'm certain they each owned a small fortune's worth of lingerie, neither bothered to wear any this evening. There is something extraordinary about watching silk cascade off a naked woman onto the floor. 

Maude leaned down toward Gretchen, cupped one of her breasts, caressed its nipple with her thumb, and kissed Gretchen full on the mouth. While lingering there for a good couple of minutes, Maude ran her other hand through Gretchen's hair, then massaged her neck and back before coming to rest upon her firm backside. 

"Grab a drink and seat, but keep your hands off yourself," Maude instructed me. "We have all night, and when I'm done it'll be your turn to play with her." With that, the German was gently lowered onto the bearskin rug.

Maude ran her tongue from under Gretchen's right ear, down her neckline and collarbone, right arm and inner elbow, paused, and then methodically repeated process on Gretchen's left side. Gretchen cooed, quietly affirming that Maude's actions were indeed pleasurable and appreciated. 

Maude slowly sucked on the fingers of Gretchen's left hand before sliding over between her friend's legs, which were welcomingly splayed. Maude bathed Gretchen's inner thighs with kisses and nuzzles while running her fingernails across the bottom of her feet, up her calves and inner knees, and again received deep moans of gratitude, with the occasional verbal compliment of how good everything felt. 

After Maude brushed, caressed, kissed or rubbed every inch of Gretchen's skin in what seemed like a highly choreographed erotic mating ritual, she finally ascended to Gretchen's groove with long, slow licks. Alternating from one side of her labia to the other, Maude nibbled on her younger lover's flesh, and had her panting deeply and squirming about the floor.

Gretchen began to buck when Maude pulled back her outer lips and danced her tongue over and around her clit. Pinching and twisting her own nipples, Gretchen let out guttural moans of pleasure that filled the room when Maude sucked hard on her moist, little nub and tugged on it with her teeth. 

It was all I could do to keep from pulling my cock out and spanking off as I watched this pussy-eating virtuoso drive Gretchen to ecstasy. 

But instead of bringing the German to climax, Maude teasingly pulled away, and returned her attention to Gretchen's upper thighs, and softly blew on Gretchen's exposed clit. The German's pleads to return were ignored, as Maude drifted upward, now licking and kissing each of Gretchen's breasts and flaring nipples. 

Gretchen was ready to explode, and grabbed Maude's head, forcing it back down to finish the job. Maude lowered herself, and slowly licked over Gretchen's perineum before sticking the tip of her tongue in Gretchen's butt. The German sighed out that she couldn't take it any more, at which Maude dove into the German's pussy. 

Maude once again drew back Gretchen's clitoral hood and tongue-bathing her clit, sending the German into mini gyrations. And when Maude wet her middle finger and slid it up into the German's butthole, Gretchen arched her back and screamed out something in her native tongue that I'm sure translated into, "My God is that fucking wonderful." 

Maude came up for air just as her young conquest slammed her legs closed and wiggled around with orgasmic aftershocks. 

"Pour me some champagne, will you dear," Maude said, as she lay down next to the well spent German, gently working her own pussy with the finger that had most recently been inside Gretchen. 

"As you wish," I said as I grabbed a bottle of the ridiculously expensive beverage and trickled a bit of the golden liquid into Maude's navel, and watched as it overflowed and fed down between her legs. I followed its path with my nose, stopping only to brush across her artfully manicured grayish pubes.

I moved her hand away and darted my tongue to the top of her sopping-wet crease, and she let out a quick yelp when I flicked my tongue against her protruding clit. She had obviously turned herself on while eating out Gretchen, and was very near cumming herself.

When I grazed her button between my teeth it sent currents up her spine, and she said, 

"Finish me," between deep breathes and gulps for air. 

I replicated her move of wetting a finger and inserting it firmly up into her. She arched her back as I worked my finger deep in her core, and screamed out in combined agony and ecstasy when I all but sucked her clit out of her pussy, drenching my face and the bearskin rug in the process of reaching a magnificent orgasm. 

The three of us lay there for a moment, before Maude gathered herself enough to speak. "My, for a man you sure do know how to give a woman satisfying head. Now, we definitely need to do something about that cock of yours, it must be terribly uncomfortable in that angry state it's in." 

"I agree, but I'm only going to last about three minutes--the first time," I said, explaining that the cumless fuck I had with MaryBeth in the shower, combined with the dinner conversation and the performance I just watched, and participated in, had me locked and loaded. 

"Well then a quick blow job is in order. But since I absolutely detest the taste of semen, perhaps Gretchen will help take the edge off."

Gretchen didn't hesitate, and the zipper on my tux was down and my cock was in her mouth before Maude had poured herself a drink. 

There wasn't much technique involved, but it wasn't necessary. Gretchen bobbed up and down a couple of times, then slid my cock down her throat in one swift motion. I didn't even last as long as I thought I might, as a load of jism burst out of my loins the moment her nose nestled in among my short hairs. Gretchen swallowed it down so easily it's as if it never happened, and immediately told me to discard the rest of my clothing, and join the two of them for a champagne break. 

I took a spot between the two of them on the polar bear, and sipped Dom Perignon, and ate truffles and chocolate covered strawberries while listening to more stories of the lady's past sexual exploits. 




The Johnson Party Ch. 02



Maude: a weekend in a bungalow at the Hotel Bel-Aire with Warren Beatty and Julie Christy—her first experience with a man; a threesome with Robin, our hostess, and Jodie Foster at The St. Regis Hotel in Manhattan; and the night she and Bianca Jaeger wrestled around on a locker room floor, licking and nibbling on each other, while members of the Manchester United Football squad jerked off on them.

Gretchen's wasn't suffering for experience either. She apparently had a knack for picking up wealthy men, women and couples at the Monte Carlo roulette tables, and treating them to carnal adventures they'd never experienced before or since. She took special pride in her deep throating abilities, and the fact that she's been with both Princess Stephanie and Prince Albert of Monaco, though, as she said, unfortunately not at the same time. She was of the belief she was the first, if not only, person that Albert has done "in the butt."

With that, Gretchen said, "And if I'm going to get something else in the butt this evening, I'd better get that cock of yours up and running." Her lips were on my penis again before I could say achtung. 

Exhibiting the skill that comes with being a world renowned nymph, Gretchen took the head of my dick in her mouth and did laps around the tip with her tongue. She slowly bobbed up and down, taking me deeper and deeper each time, before pulling away to spend some time on my balls. She sucked in each, playing with them in her mouth, and then took both in at once, and I thought for moment she was actually going to try and swallow them. She let them escape, leaving her mouth with a "pop," licked up the underside of my cock, and then took me all the way down. 

She held me there, all of me filling her mouth and down her throat, for what seemed like an impossibly long time before we were interrupted by an "Ahem," from Maude. 

She had taken over the spot where Gretchen had previous laid, and more or less suggested with her eyes that the German was giving oral attention to the wrong set of genitalia. The fraulein slowly came off my cock, giving the tip a little bite before she crawled over to the lithesome woman, grabbing my hand and inviting me to follow along. 

Gretchen had no hesitation in going down on her older, yet more glamorous partner for the evening, and tossed foreplay aside as her tongue delved directly between the folds of the former model's slit. Maude jumped a bit at the sudden attack, but settled in under the focused head of her lover. Soft moans of delight whispered from her lips, and she calmly said, "Eat my pussy, eating my pussy like you're starving."

I watched intently as Gretchen's tongue ran rings around Maude's labia, stopping only to ram her tongue deep into her pussy while at the same time brushing Maude's clit with her thumb. While Maude's earlier approach to the German was more deliberate and somewhat romantic, it seemed Gretchen's technique was random and fast-paced, though it elicited no complaints. 

Maude leaned back on one arm while placing her free hand on the back of Gretchen's head, and gently pushed it down deeper into to lap. While her breathing increased pace, her message didn't, "Eat me baby. Oh god, just eat me."

Although fully ensconced in the job at hand, Gretchen reached back and found my cock, still swollen from the trip down her throat, and guided me to her sopping hole. She leaned back and I was greeted by the warmth of her sex and it enveloped me like a hot, moist towel. 

Within moments we developed a rhythm. As I drove into Gretchen, she in turn would suck hard on Maude's clit, resulting in rather loud sigh of coital contentment from the silver-haired beauty now spread eagle on the rug, "Ah fuck, oh god that's so good."

I didn't hold back, fucking my lovely carpet muncher with as much vigor as I did my date, MaryBeth, in the shower earlier that day. Gretchen had a mouthful of pussy, and was spinning both of Maude's nipples between her fingers, when I propelled myself as deep into her as I could. Startled, she clamped down hard on Maude's clit, almost biting into it, which in turn sent Maude off, and she grabbed onto the German's dark locks as she seized into climax.

Withering to and fro, and gasping for breath, Maude's orgasms rolled over her. One, then another, then another, leaving her unable to speak, with only unintelligible grunts emanating from her mouth. I had never seen a woman come that violently, but I quickly discarded the possibility that it was me. 

Gretchen broke free for air; my penis still implanted in her, with a former IT GIRL of the 1970's curled up in a satiated ball next to a crackling fire. She tuned her head around to look at me, smiled, and said, "It's time for you to put it in my ass."

I pulled out, my dick soaked with German love juice, and positioned myself at her puckered little anal opening. 

"Slowly, please. At first please go slowly. Once you get all the way in, then we'll see."

This wasn't her first time, nor mine, and I did just as she asked. She moved back toward my cock as I carefully moved forward, the tip of my dick struggling to break through. She moved away a second or two, then back, and we repeated this anal dance for a few minutes until I had just about disappeared into to her. 

She held still for a second and said, "You feel so good, just give me a moment." I did, and then she turned her head again, and said, "Okay, now fuck me."

Gretchen steadied herself, and I began to move back and forth, careful to leave an inch or two inside her at all times. 

"Oh my, oh my god is that good," she panted. She was much more vocal with her heterosexual sex than she was with a woman. 

I had firm hold of her hips, and when I picked up my pace Gretchen pushed back into me even harder, and filled the air with moans of delight. 

"Let me help you, my dear," said Maude, apparently resurrected from orgasmic paralysis. She slinked over to us, and began to work on Gretchen's clit with one hand, her breasts with the other. 

"Oh, oh shit," was all Gretchen could offer as a thank you, and I took that as a signal to increase the intensity. 

With my penis stuffed in her anus, my pelvic bone slamming against her butt cheeks, and Maude rubbing her nub and pinching her nipples, the girl had little chance to last more than a few minutes. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh fuck, oh fuck my ass, oh god, yes, yes, oh my fucking godddddd!"

Gretchen clenched her glutes around my cock, screamed something once again in German, and came like an earthquake. She collapsed forward on the rug, pulling me down with her, my dick clamped in her butt, surrounded by muscles locked down in spasm.

I gave her a second to gather herself before pulling her back up on her knees. I'd already been left high and dry once today, and I didn't intend to again. Fortunately, Gretchen felt the same way.

"Okay, god, whew, that was something," she said once she caught her breath. "Now finish it, cum in my ass, deep in my ass."

Gretchen reached one hand down between her legs and worked my nuts while I picked up where I left off, pounding her ass for all I was worth. I had a death grip on her hips as I repeatedly rammed her, finding a level of aggression in myself I didn't know was there. Gretchen went right with me, urging me on, and begging me to fill her with steaming hot cum. 

I didn't disappoint. I blasted shot after shot of jism into her until I had nothing left, and only then did I collapse on top of her, my weight crashing us both to the floor. Maude gave us a polite little clap, and echoed that with, "Bravo, bravo."

I laid there for a moment, half regrouping and half waiting for her sphincter muscles to unleash my cock. Once freed, I rolled off onto my back, and was presented with a chocolate covered strawberry and a flute of Dom. A first-class orgy, indeed. 

***

The sound of a coffee bean grinder nudged me awake the next morning, and I had to take inventory of where I was. I glanced around the room, and it came to me: Orgyville, USA. 

I had awoken on the couch, covered with a light throw, but wearing nothing underneath, with my tuxedo from the night before piled on the floor next to me. I looked over to the kitchen area where Renee, who along with her husband Frank shared our cottage, stood preparing coffee, topless. 

Renee's brown locks dangled on either side of her shoulders, and even without make-up she looked cute, if that's an appropriate word for a woman in her 40's. Her breasts had a bit of sag to them, but looked bigger and fuller than when I saw them yesterday via the closed circuit video system the Johnsons had wired throughout the property. At that moment she was taking everything her husband could give her and cussing up an erotic storm of delight in the process. Now she was just making coffee. 

"Good morning, Kirk," she said when she saw I was awake, "coffee?"

"Please."

Sitting up, I took another glance around, and spied some movement out around the pool. 

"What time is it?"

"Nine-ish," Robin said, her breasts slightly swaying as she brought over a cup. "We ordered some breakfast. It should be here any minute, but I'm going to take a quick shower."

She chatted with me like we'd known each other for years, and that I had every reason in the world to know what she was up to and where she was going. 

"Have a nice night?" came a voice from the other side of the room. 

Marybeth entered the common area wearing a Michigan State football jersey and nothing else. She was followed by our host, Jeff Johnson, who had his tux pants and shirt on, shoes in hand. It hit me why I was sleeping on the couch; my date was attending to business when I got back last night. 

"There he is," said Jeff, like I was one of his buddies from one of the many clubs he belonged to, "One of the stars of the evening. Absolutely fantastic threesome you had for yourselves last night. I could barely pull myself away from the set to tend to the needs of my real estate agent. Oh, hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, it's your party."

"Capital. No worries, by the way. MaryBeth's needs seem to be plentiful, and I'm sure I left enough in the tank to keep the two of you busy for the weekend. Well, I'm off, taking a group of the boys to Oakland Hills for a quick 18. Toodles."

What a piece of work this guy was. Never had a care in world, with the possible exception of having to get up and down out of one of those canyons they call greenside bunkers at Oakland Hills. 

As MaryBeth poured some coffee I grabbed the remote like I was at home on a Saturday morning, but instead of switching to Sports Center on ESPN, I started to flip through the closed circuit channels. 

I made my way through a number of rooms, but there wasn't a lot to see as most people were either still asleep or hadn't turned on their system. As MaryBeth sat next to me, somewhat of a surprise, but what the hell, I came across a stunning red head emerging from the shower in one of the main house's guest rooms. She was tall, close to six feet I'd guess, and probably in her late twenties, but her butt looked like it was still a senior in high school. 

She moved like a dancer, not a stripper, but the real deal. And given the circle the Johnson's ran in, probably Broadway. Stopping at the mirror, she shook out her damp, auburn tresses, causing her breasts to swing to and fro--pure natural. 

"Wow," I said. 

"No shit, wow," MaryBeth followed with. 

She was the human embodiment of Jessica Rabbit. 

The scene on the screen had sparked some life in my dick, and I started to tent the throw, and thought how much I'd like to fuck her. I was quickly taken back by the idea that I was in a situation where I could see someone that I'd like to fuck, and then actually have a great chance of doing so. It was still a bit beyond comprehension. I shook my head.

"What," MaryBeth asked. 

"Oh nothing, just that this is a pretty surreal experience. I mean, who does this?"

"Does what?"

"This, all of this. Who has a ten-acre estate, with a 30,000 square-foot mansion, four out lying bungalows, and hard wires the whole place to placate their voyeuristic tendencies? Who has friends fly in from all over the globe for a fuck-fest weekend disguised as a raffle? Who can casually suck-off the help as they're mentally making seating arrangements for 100, while taking her husband's golfing buddy up the ass? I mean seriously, who does this?

"Why obviously Robin and Jeff Johnson, you numb nuts," MaryBeth quickly countered. "If this is a bit much for you, please feel to call a cab."

"What, are you kidding me? I'm planning on staying here the rest of the summer."

I flipped through the channels and came across Lisa, the Golden Globe winning actress. I followed her with the remote eye-in-the-sky system most of the cameras had as she walked across her room and let her robe fall to the floor. 

She was quite a sight, what with taught breasts juxtaposed against a strap-on dildo the size of Secretariat's pecker. She slowly walked over to the bed where her date for the weekend, the multi-millionaire movie producer, was on all fours. Lisa smeared a hand-full of KY on the rubbery cock and then liberally lubed her target's ass before rather forcefully jamming the rod up his butt. Different. 

And speaking of horse cocks, a knock at the door signaled breakfast had arrived, delivered by Nate, one of the two studs procured for the weekend, and a fresh-faced young lady dressed in, what else, a French maid's outfit. Nate, ripped like a gladiator and clad in nothing but harem pants, the loose fabric of which did nothing to hide the fact that he was packing more sausage than Johnsonville, had put MaryBeth's exquisite blow job skills to the test upon our arrival yesterday.

"What'd bring me to eat, Nate?" MaryBeth said, with a tone that would make Mae West blush. 

Ignoring the flirtatious chatter going on between my date and the 8th wonder of the world, I wrapped the blanket around myself and stepped up to the food cart, and introduced myself to Nate's service partner. Who apart from being a stunning brunet with dark brown eyes and breasts that were aching to free themselves from the top of her strapless costume, was actually French and named Colette. 

She poured mimosas, offered a variety of breakfast items, and asked, in fractured English, why I was wearing the throw. Given the circumstances, I guess I didn't have a reason, so I let it fall to the floor. This earned me a very sensual, and direct, "Oui, oui," and Colette indicated that while she had chores this morning, she would be available later in the day for just about anything I wanted. I don't think she was referring to food stuffs. 

I grabbed some fruit and muffins, and settled back onto the couch when Renee came out of her room, wearing only a beach towel wrapped around her waist. Following her was a gorgeous, busty young blond sporting the same outfit, but with the addition of a jeweled bangle jingling from her navel piercing. 

"Amanda?" MaryBeth semi-screeched from across the room.

"Ms. Strong?" the buxom blond blurted out, as she pulled her beach towel up to cover an amazing pair of tanned breasts.

"You two apparently know each other, how wonderful. Two mimosas, please," as Renee, a veteran swinger, took everything in stride, and grabbed a couple of drinks. 

Awkwardness filled the room for a moment while the two blonds gathered themselves, but it was quickly was replaced by giggles and hugs. 

MaryBeth introduced me to Amanda as the receptionist for the Midwest's most successful plastic surgeon, who had done the work on both of their breasts. Amanda was his date for the weekend, though she didn't know where is was, nor cared that much. She went on to explain that last night Robin asked her to dance while Frank was off during something or someone. And here she was. 

"Mandy," Renee said, "I'm heading out to the pool. I've got your drink, come along when you're ready."

"Are you sure you two aren't mother and daughter, I mean, sisters. You two could be sisters," I stumbled all over myself, head spinning with the possibilities. 

"Nice catch, Kirk," MaryBeth said. 

More giggles from Amanda, and then she whispered something in MaryBeth's ear. 

"But what the hell, if things fall into place we might be willing to play whatever game you want," MaryBeth said, giving her younger lookalike a peck on the lips. 

The two said quick goodbyes. Amanda followed Renee out to the pool, and MaryBeth stated she was going to take a shower and join them. As the room emptied I realized that I was sitting on the couch, stark naked, drink in one hand, blueberry muffin in the other, and sporting a right impressive hard-on with nobody left to take interest. Hmmm, wonder what's on the television.

***

I napped a bit before heading getting my shower, and when I emerged from the bathroom I was greeted by a firm ass covered in silky undergarments bent over the bed. 

"Ahem, good morning."

"Monsieur," squealed Colette, spinning around. 

Ah, the French maid, still doing maid stuff. 

"I didn't expect you so soon," I said, with a cavalier tone I'd managed to pick up during the events of the past 24-hours. 

"I'm sorry," her English was improving. "I thought I would be done before you got out."

She quickly explained that she was here to make the bed, which she seemed to be doing quite well, and while the offer of service of my pleasure still stood, it still stood for later as she needed to attend to the two cottages. 

Slightly disappointed, I finished toweling off in the bathroom, grabbed my swim suit, odd, given I'd spent the entire morning walking around naked, and headed out to see what mischief was going on under the sun. 

The pool rivaled many that I've splashed around in at major resorts and hotels. Chaise lounges and oversized umbrellas on one side, a rock formation complete with slide and waterfall on the other, and a hot tub at each end. 

The sun was already high and hot, although it wasn't yet noon. The omnipresent Nate was serving beverages and applying sun screen to the lounging ladies from my cottage, and Lisa, my new favorite actress, was sitting atop the slide. She gave a little wave, and pushed off for a glide into the water 

"OH MY GOD—IT'S HUGE!" 

Not something usually directed toward me, so I scanned the crowd to see what the commotion was all about. 

Young Amanda, eyes still bugged out, was holding Nate's impressive member in the palm of both of her hands, just eyeing the beast. 

"Oh. My. God. And it's not even hard," Amanda stated so eloquently.

"Well let's get it hard," Renee, who had grabbed the role of Amanda's orgy mentor, suggested with a sneer. 

"I'm not putting that thing in me," Amanda blurted out. 

"Let's see if you can get some of it in your mouth," Renee said, as Nate started to stir. 

While the idea of have a pecker that you could raise a flag on may at times seem intriguing, the thought of becoming something of a circus sideshow diminishes the whole big-dick mystique. I assumed Nate was being paid well, with tips coming in the way of an occasional fuck or suck, but he was the number one carnival act at this circus. 

Gimmick or not, Amanda was intrigued, and she slowly began to lick and swirl her tongue around the head of the monster before carefully taking some of it in her mouth. She started and stopped a few times before her lips finally rolled over the glands and landed on the shaft, but that was as far as she was going to go. She gagged, and all but spit out Nate's still semi-limp cock. 

"Oh god, that's impossible," Amanda said while stretching her jaw. "I love sucking cock, but even this is too much for me."

MaryBeth, who had been quietly watching the proceedings while conducting some sort of business on her cell phone, shook her head and chuckled. "That's a lot of dick for anyone, kiddo," she offered as mild support. "Oh no, I wasn't talking to you," MaryBeth blurted into the phone.




The Johnson Party Ch. 02



"That's okay, baby," Renee said with a little coo. "If you want to suck some dick there's certainly more than enough men of manageable size around here. But now let's see what you learned last night about eating pussy."

Renee discarded her towel as her young lover-in-training snuggled onto her chaise and began to go down on a relatively bushy mound. Apparently, not every woman in America has Brazilian-waxed their pubic region. 

I dangled my feet in the water by the steps, and watched as Lisa went back and forth in the pool. She propelled herself with the backstroke, allowing her large breasts to jiggle on top of the water. Her audience was much appreciative. 

Within a few minutes I was distracted by the boisterous and dirty voice of the otherwise demur Renee. I glanced over to see Amanda's head dancing in Renee's crotch. The sight of that, along with the 22-year old's ass sticking up in the air, kicked-in my hormones and the erection I had been sporting earlier this morning reappeared. 

"Oh baby, just like that. Eat my pussy just like that," Renee moaned. "Oh, you learn so quickly you slutty little Lesbos."

I turned back to find Lisa not backstroking, but floating up between my legs. She grabbed my cock through my swim trunks and said, "Hi again," and my dick was out of my shorts and into her mouth before I could say hi back. 

As MaryBeth continued chatting to a potential client, Lisa worked my balls with one hand while stroking me with the other. Even though we fucked on the couch yesterday, the fact that a movie star was going down on me in a pool was still somewhat unbelievable. 

In the background, Renee was serenading poolside

"Yeah, oh, oh, oh, right there, that's it, right there."

As I turned my head to catch some of the chick-on-chick action, Lisa gripped the base of my cock with one hand, and slowly worked me further into her mouth, pausing to flick her tongue under the tip of my penis--an absolutely fantastic technique. With her other hand she played with my balls like they were modeling clay.

With Renee still moaning up a storm, Lisa grabbed the lion's share of my attention as she twisted her head this way and that as she took me deeper and deeper, thusly turning my dick while it was lodged in the chamber of her throat. This delivered a variety of stimulation sensations that I'd never experienced, and I was getting close to cumming. 

Behind me Amanda's technique must have been paying off as well, as Renee began to go off in a nasty orgasmic rant. 

"Oh, oh, oh, right there, oh god, that's it. Eat my pussy you dyke," Renee shouted. "Oh fucking god is that good. Oh, oh, oh, yeah, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard you little slut. Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh shiitttttt, oh I'm cummminnnnngggg."

"That's fucking hot," Lisa said as she pulled up off my cock moments before I was going to blow. 

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips before standing in front of me. Grasping her breasts from underneath, she presented those fantastic boobs to me like spoils of war to a conquering king. 

"Have at these puppies," Lisa said, pushing her breasts into my face. "Just maul my titties, baby. You can't be too rough with them."

I sucked the nipple of one breast into my mouth like I was trying to pull it off, and began to mash the other with my fist, twisting her other nipple swiftly between my thumb and forefinger. 

One of Lisa's hands was in her crotch, feverishly working on her clit; the other behind my head, helping feed her breast into my mouth. 

"Oh god, I love having my titties mangled. Oh that's so good. So good." 

I alternated between boobs, trying to give equal mouth time to each, and felt Lisa shudder. 

"Oh god, I just had a little orgasm. Whew, actually, a pretty nice one. Now it's your turn." 

Lisa turned her back to me and grabbed my dick to guide it into her awaiting pussy. She slid down on it with zero resistance, and ordered me to once again, "maul the hell out of my titties."

I grabbed them hard from behind, and worked both nipples as fast as I could, spinning and tugging them every which way while Lisa hammered up and down on my cock, and worked on her clit with a couple of her fingers. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum again. Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh," she said as a moist trail of her cum seeped down over my cock. 

"Oh god baby, this is so good. Do me, do me hard. Oh god," she said, seemingly on the brink of another one. This woman had a hair trigger for a clit, and Lisa went off yet again as she slammed onto my lap. 

I was beginning to build to a climax of my own, and gripped down on Lisa's wonderful boobs as I helped her ride my cock. She bounced and grinded, grinded and bounced, all the while telling me how good I felt inside her. Once again the combination of my surroundings, not to mention getting fucked by a movie star, had me to the edge. 

"Lisa, I'm gonna burst." 

"Go ahead, baby. Fill me, fill me with everything you've got," she said as she rammed herself on my dick. 

"Oh, god, now I'm cumming. Here it comes." 

I exploded, firing off a series of cum shots deep into the actress, holding her tight against me, never letting go of her marvelous boobs. 

We stopped still, and I held her tight for a moment as blood returned to the regions of our bodies from whence it came. 

"My god, that was incredible," I said after regaining some composure. 

"Not just for you, baby. You are just a great lover."

Again, it was hard to tell if she was acting or not, but I didn't give a shit. She gave me peck on the cheek, dove in the pool, and just swam away. Simply amazing. 

I slid in to cool off, did a lap or two, and then took a chaise next to MaryBeth, who was still working the phone. Renee and Amanda were nude sunbathing as well. It was nice morning. 

***

After grabbing some lunch I threw on a pair of khaki shorts and a well-worn, faded Polo shirt, pretty much the daytime uniform of this crowd, and took a stroll around the grounds. 

The estate was amazing, and I briefly thought seriously about tossing in $300,000 for a raffle ticket of my own. The only downside would be if I actually won. How in the hell would I pay for the upkeep and taxes on this place, it was like a mini resort? That's it, turn it into a sexual playground, I'm sure the township council wouldn't have a problem with that business model. 

I walked across about an acre or two of finely manicured grounds heading up to the main house when I heard so some moans and gasps coming from a garden off to the side. My voyeuristic tendencies kicked in, and I decided to venture closer. 

Peering between the hedges I saw two women working on the prodigious cock of a guy named Evan, who along with Nate was serving as a bellhop, waiter, lotion applicator, and hired stud for the weekend. He wasn't a hung as Nate, but neither are Clydesdales, so he didn't have anything to be ashamed of, and besides, it was actually a dick a woman could do something with. 

I recognized the ladies from dinner the night before, as they were sitting at the table next to me. One looked to be in her late 30's, the other middle 40's. The younger one, a slightly chunky brunette, was on her knees mouthing Evan's balls. The elder of the pair, an African-American with a glimmering bald scalp was sitting on a bench with the head of Evan's cock in her mouth, double-fisting the ever loving hell out of the rest of it.

Evan was becoming more vocal, and when he let them know he was about to come the girl on her knees backed way from his nuts and pulled off her top. 

"Splash your jism all over my tits big boy," she said, and propped up her boobs to receive his spunk

The black woman redirected Evan's dick toward her partner, and three or four strokes later he carpet-bombed the target with a half-dozen or so streams of cum. When the last drop settled on the brunet's breasts, the black women let go of the cock and lowered her head to feast on the sperm. 

Okay, I was hard again. 

I headed toward the main house and eventually found Jeffry's eight car garage, something MaryBeth had told me about. Inside on the marble floored, mahogany paneled room were a Porsche 356 Speedster, 1953 Corvette, 1964 ½ Mustang, a pink 1959 Cadillac, and a couple run of the mill Mercedes. A SLR Roadster, the other a SL600 with a supercharged V-12. Nice tooling around town rides.

As I was admiring the fins on the Pink '59, a pair of modern day Caddies in the form of black Escalades rolled in the drive way, and two foursomes jumped out, fresh off 18 at Oakland Hills. 

General post-round banter was taking place before Jeffry spied me eyeing his iron. "Like the collection?"

"Who wouldn't."

"Well, they're pretty special. Got a barn full of others somewhere out by Clarkston. Anyway, we're in desperate need for a ninth to round out this little thing we've got waiting for us in the game room. Care to join us?"

"Whatcha got planned." 

"We've enlisted the Tredo Triplets to compete in our traditional blow job contest. Generally the women guests volunteer, my wife's captured many titles, but this is sort of a special event."

"Yes it is. Count me in, but in the spirit of full disclosure I should tell you I got laid this morning. It might give me an unfair advantage."

"Hell, we probably all got laid this morning, though I do appreciate your honesty. Let's keep that inside information to ourselves, and you can anchor my team. Each man on the winning team gets one of the girls for the night. Should be excellent."

Upon arrival yesterday I caught of glimpse of the game room, along with Jeffry and the triplets in full play mode, on the close circuit system. It was everything I would have expected and more. Pool table, lounges, wet bar, and off to the side a home theatre, complete with ticket window and a movie house popcorn machine. 

I stuck my head in the door of the theatre and Caligula was showing. There were a couple of women on the floor to the side reenacting the lesbian sixty-nine scene that was on the screen. Another few people in the seats watching intently, and someone who looked like Robin, our hostess, seated in the front row with her head tossed back in delight, apparently with someone feasting on her delicious twat. 

The sisters, Julie, Jennifer and Jillian, were seated on an oversized leather sofa, sipping lemoncellos. They each had a camisole top colored to match their red, white or blue hair, and what looked like running shorts. Despite the bizarre hair coloration, they were quite good looking. 

"You all know the rules," Jeffry stated as he gathered everyone around. "Three teams, each team assigned a Tredo. The team that holds out the longest, whose last man cums last, gets the girls for the evening. 

"For the girl's part, the one who finishes off her team first, gets first pick of whom she wants to be with for the night, second gets second choice, last gets, well, last. With that, let the games begin."

The three starters stepped over to the sofa and the sisters had their cammies off and cocks in their mouths before I could take a seat at the bar. There were hoots and hollers, as the teammates encouraged, cajoled and threatened the man up to bat to hold out for as long as possible. 

After about five minutes there were signs that the first casualty was near. Don, the Super Bowl winning quarterback, even offered his triplet $500 to ease up a bit. She didn't, and moments later Don came with a disappointed sigh of relief. 

He wandered over and took a seat next to me. "The good news is that now I've been sucked off by two of the three triplets, only one to go. The bad news, the next two guys on my team are probably going to cum quicker than me. My date is going to be disappointed."

"Nice shooting, stud," a voice came from the left. "Looks like we're not going to have the pleasure of one of the triplets tonight."

The woman had emerged from the theatre, a dirty blonde with a great smile and brilliant blue eyes; she hadn't bothered to redress. She gave Don a full-on-the-mouth kiss as she fondled his cock. 

"Hmmm, tasty. Would that be Erin?" he said. 

"Very good, you know your pussy," said the dirty blonde.

Don introduced me to the woman as Donna (really). "Half the age, and twice the bust size of my wife." She shook my hand while I stared right at her boobs. 

"Nice, aren't they," she said. "Go ahead, have a feel. They're real as rain."

"Be our guest," Don chirped in. 

I gave both of them a little squeeze. Firm, yet buoyant. "Tits of the highest quality. Very, very nice indeed." What else could I say?

A second participant lost his load, the lead-off batter on my team. Jeffry yelled over, Get ready Kirk, you're on deck," as the blue-haired sister unzipped his fly and lowered his khaki shorts. 

"You guys could be in rough go for it," Don said. "Of the three I'm told she's the best, and it took her no time for her to get me off at dinner last night."

"When was the last time it took you more than no time to get off, Quick Draw McGraw" Donna added with a smirk. 

"But I'm always good for a follow-up. Speaking of which, why don't you get on your knees and wrap those pussy drenched lips around my cock, and see if you've got what it takes to make a Super Bowl champ come again."

"You're such a sweet talker," Donna said, and did exactly as he asked. 

Men moans filled the room as the triplets bobbed up and down, red, white and blue hair flipping this way and that in a patriotic head dance of felatio prowess. Each team was on their second man, but that didn't last long as Jeffry didn't last. He came with a semi-satisfied, semi-dampened, "Oh, shit." 

The blue haired sister looked up at him with a grin, opened her mouth and presented his spunk on her tongue before letting slide down her throat like an oyster. "Who's next?" she chirped with a cocky attitude.

I gave a little wave, and stepped up the plate.

"Oh, good. I missed you last night and I've been dying to taste you since you went off with to play with those lesbians."

"Technically, at least one of them was bi-sexual," I said, though for no reason could I come up with a need to explain things. 

"Hang in there slugger," Jeffry said as he slapped me on the back as Julie took me in her mouth.

Within a few minutes the second man of each team had blown his load and the clean-up hitters were all up to bat. Julie had been tonguing my balls and licking up and down my shaft, teasing me just a bit with a nibble to the tip of my penis, almost as if she didn't want me to come right away. 

But before I could blink she took of me all in her mouth, the head of my cock brushing against her tonsils. Oh my god, just as Maude had said, this chick could really give head.

She began to work me with both hands and her mouth, as if her whole life depended on eating my jism and eating it right that second. I looked down the row, and the two other sisters were working at the same pace, almost in unison.

I glanced around the room, trying to hold out as long as I could, but little good that did. A couple of other women had shown up and where trying to get a rise out of the contestants, flashing their boobs and grabbing cocks. Plus the sight of Don's date going down on him didn't ease matters. 

The only reason I hadn't come already was the fucking I received at the pool earlier, but I was building rapidly as Julie twisted her head around my cock while humming what kinda sounded like the Battle Hymn of the Republic. 

Just then Don's anchor man cursed, and pulled out of the red-haired triplet's mouth, and splashed semen all over her face and hair. 

The guy next to me said, "Oh shit, I didn't need to see that," and grimaced in an effort to keep from finishing second. 

I was just about ready to cum when out of the corner of my eye I spotted Jessica Rabbit, the stunning auburn haired dancer I saw this morning on the estate's closed circuit television system. She had exited the theatre and was making her way over to Don and Donna, greeting him when she arrived with a peck on the cheek before heading up the stairs. 

That distraction bought me enough time, as the guy with the white-haired sister barked out that he was coming. He grabbed the back of his girl's head shoved his dick as far as he could into her mouth and yelled, "I'm such a loser." 

Cheers went up from my team, and Jeffry began to dance about singing Queen's We Are the Champions. It was almost enough for me to lose my erection. 

Julie pulled off my cock for a moment and said, "Congratulations, you're the big winner. Are you ready?"

"Absolutely."

"Then where would you like to cum?"

"Why don't we make it your choice/"

"How nice, a gentleman amongst us. As I said, I really want to taste you, so please, cum in my mouth."

"That's fine by me."

She leaned back against the sofa, drawing me with her, tilted her head back, opened wide and said, "I'm ready when you are." 

Unexpectedly a set of fingers wrapped around my dick. "Mind if we help," asked Jillian, the white-haired of the three, in what was obviously a rhetorical question. Simultaneously a tongue grazed the underside of my balls, and I looked to catch Jennifer's optic red hair positioned beneath me. 

Jillian placed the head of my cock between her sister's lips, and began jerking me off while her other sister playfully gnawed at my testicles. It didn't take more than a few minutes before I was flooding Julie's mouth with my cum. 

Jillian pumped more out of me than I thought possible, and my legs wobbled a bit as the last burst splattered on Julie's chin. When I finished, Julie licked the last drop from the tip of my swollen cock. She kissed both of her sisters on the mouth, sharing a bit of my spunk with each, before swallowing with pride. 

I stumbled to the sofa and flopped down next to Julie, it was only then that I noticed that the small party that had been taking place in the theatre had moved to the game room, and been joined by a number of people that had recently arrived. 

Since most of the men had shot their loads within the last 30 minutes, there was a spate of pussy eating going on, with three women splayed on the pool table. There were also a number of girl-on-girl pairings scattered about, and just to make things interesting, the Hollywood producer was off in the corner, sucking on the cock of some guy I hadn't seen before.

I looked around for the statuesque redhead who seemed to have been frolicking with Don's Donna in the theatre, but she was nowhere in sight. I believe I was now officially stalking her. 

From seemingly nowhere MaryBeth dropped down on an open seat next to me. "You look happy."

"Well..."

"Yes, I saw. Looks like there's finally an orgy taking place at this orgy."

"No shit. This is wild," I said. "See that black woman over there. I saw her and another suck off Evan the butler in the garden about an hour ago. And that guy talking to her, that's Don, the former football player. And the chick going down on Jeffry, well she's here with Don, though she's not his wife. And the rest, well who knows. This is wild."

"Yes, wild," MaryBeth said as she moved in closer and blew into my ear. "So, what are you going to do with your winnings?"

"Winnings?"

"From this blowjob thing you just won. Very teenage boyish, by the way, but expected given the circumstances. Anyway, Jillian, the white-haired triplet, has selected you. What have you got planned?"

"Hadn't really had time to think about it. Why, would you like to join us?"

"Well, there is something rather erotic about her, but I don't want to get in the way."

"Get in the way, nonsense. The more the merrier is the underlying theme of this thing. Besides, if you hadn't invited me, I never would have been crowned champion. You're more than welcome to join us."




The Johnson Party Ch. 02



"Great," MaryBeth said as she softly grabbed my penis. "Please give this fella a rest. You're going to need him tonight."

My god, a threesome with MaryBeth and a Tredo triplet. What a fucking great weekend this is turning out to be. 

To be continued.



The Johnson Party Ch. 03



Considering the second installment took three years, the fact that this one was done in only a year is a cause for celebration. I would suggest dusting off the first two chapters if you're interested in finding who's who, as that's where the majority of the character development took place. This submission finds us on the afternoon of the second day, and is basically about sex. 




After coming in first by finishing last for my squad in the Tredo blow job event, wherein the fabulous Triplets each sucked-off a team of three guys, I went for a run. It wasn't a great run, it wasn't a good run. Probably not even a run, more like a trot. 

About a half mile from returning to the Johnson house I heard the faint patter of someone coming up behind me. Glancing back I saw that it was Amanda, a bubbly young woman I met this morning. She had spent the night with my cottage-mate Renee, being initiated to the fine art of muff diving from one of the Johnson's regulars.

"Hey," she said catching up to me.

"Hey." 

Amanda couldn't be much more than 25-years old. Her golden hair tied back, she wore tight running shorts and a hot pink sports bra, the material of which strained against hope of controlling her C-cup implants as she trotted along side me. 

"You're MaryBeth's boyfriend, right?"

"Boyfriend's a stretch," I said in between gasps. "We're just acquaintances. It's kind of a long story."

"No, I get it. I really don't like the guy who brought me here either. But he did these for free," Amanda said, swiping her hand in front of her chest like she was presenting a product at a trade show. 

I glanced over and immediately became transfixed on her tits. They seemed to move up and down in slow-motion as she jogged, a mental throwback to Bo Derek running on the beach in the movie 10.

"Plus, he's my boss," she said, snapping me out of my boob induced trance. 

"Who?"

"The guy who did my boobs. I work for a plastic surgeon, but he's kind of a goof, not my type."

"Oh, yeah, well, I didn't say I didn't like MaryBeth, it's just nothing special. But it sounds like you've got a great sexual harassment suit," I said, panting, and trying to keep my attention at eye level. 

"Hardly, I jumped at the chance to come here after he explained, like, what was going to go on. I mean, like who doesn't like to fuck strangers every now and then," Amanda said as a matter of fact, and took off in a sprint.

This young generation is definitely different. I watched her ass sway in a tight formation as she headed to the estate. A minute or two later I caught up to her. She was leaning seductively against a wall, and slowly bending over to stretch her hamstrings. When she righted herself, her chest popped out like bread from a toaster. 

"I ran cross-country in high school, back when I didn't even have an A-cup. Still getting used to running with these things," she said. "Hey, do you want to see them?"

"Did this morning, they're wonderful," I said, still panting, somewhat taken back by her direct tack. 

"That's right, I sorta remember, but you didn't feel them, did you?

"Unfortunately, no, I wasn't afforded the opportunity."

"Oh, do you, like, wanna feel them now?"

"Sure, who wouldn't?" 

One thing was certain; this girl loved her new breasts. I reached up to squeeze, but was cut off.

"Not here, not that way, silly. Let's get somewhere where you can give them a real feel, without anything covering them," Amanda said, and she grabbed my hand and we trotted off, her giggling like a school girl, me grinning like the horn dog I am. 

We ran into the house via a side door, down a hall and into a nicely appointed gym.

"Come on, let's go in here," she said, and we ducked into a sauna. 

"Before I got these things nobody looked at me twice," she said, removing her sports bar to reveal a pair of gorgeous breasts. Had I not know they were implants I may have been fooled, same as MaryBeth's. Whoever this guy was, he did really, really good work. "But now, not only do people look at me; they all want to fuck me. Thing is, I want to fuck them too. These boobs have turned me into a slut."

"Turned you, or brought out the one that was lingering," I said.

"Yeah, maybe that." Amanda took my hand and placed it on her right breast, squeezing her palm around my fingers. She let out a slight moan as I moved across her nipple, and bit down on her lower lip as I worked my other hand around her left breast. We were both hot and sweaty from our run, and the temperature in the sauna stoked us up even more. 

Amanda spoke first, "Can I fuck you?"

"Yes you can." 

I dragged my sweat-sopped shirt over my head, and laid it down on the fiery redwood bench. Amanda peeled off her shorts, revealing a matted-down tuft of blonde pubes.

"Let me do this," she said, pulling on my shorts. 

Amanda maneuvered the band over my lengthening penis, tossed my shorts to the floor and pushed me onto my back. She was above me in a flash, and quickly guided my dick to the outer folds of her tepid pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Amanda softly moaned, as she calmly lowered herself on me. It was hotter inside her than in the sauna, and I was gradually engulfed in her sweltering young body. "Mmmmmmmm, you feel so good inside me."

Her pussy squeezed and released my cock as she rocked back and forth, and gentle whispers of pleasure emanated from her lips. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. She again pressed hers onto mine, and we jointly massaged her fantastic boobs.

"Oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohhhh," she sighed in a cadence of sexual delight. "Ohh, ohhh, ohhh, oh god, oh god, ohh, ohhh my godddd."

Her breath through pursed lips deepened, and Amanda lowered her hands to the bench on either side of my shoulders for leverage. Her eyes were closed, and she looked the entire world like a woman deep in concentration. I watched a drop of sweat slide down the bridge of her nose; drop off the tip and onto my crest. 

"Ohhhhh god, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh." 

A mini-quake ran through Amanda, and warm juices spilled out of her and over me. She suddenly stopped and opened her eyes. 

"Oh wow, I just came," she said with a deep sigh. Hesitantly she asked, "Did you? Did you come too?"

"No, not yet."

"Oh, sorry," she sheepishly apologized as she gazed down upon me." Can we do it some more?" 

The youthful innocence was refreshing from this newly mined nymphomaniac. I smiled, and said, "I'd love to do it some more."

"Good. My knees are kind of tender. Let's stand up and you can do me from behind. I like it that way, too."

While the majority of this weekend's attendees were a bit more, let's say mature, in good shape but somewhat soft around the edges, Amanda was a flat-out hard body. Nibble, athletic, and energetic. We repositioned ourselves, and Amanda bent over at ninety-degrees from the waste. She grabbed the bench with one hand, and fed me into her with another. 

"Mmmmmmm. This feels really, really good," Amanda said. "I do love to fuck."

We started to move, and the sounds of skin smacking skin—my pelvis into her firm ass, her breasts flapping against her ribs--echoed in the sauna. This was quickly morphing into a good, solid fucking, and Amanda seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it. 

"Oh, do me, oh, oh, oh, oh my god, oh god," she cried out. "Do me, oh my god, do me just like that, mmmmmmmmmmmm."

I heard something behind me and glanced over my shoulder. Robin Johnson, the hostess for the weekend, stood in the doorway. Next to her was Frank my cottage mate. They were both naked, and Frank was sporting a respectable boner. She smiled at me, shrugged, and closed the door. 

I grinned back and without missing a beat continued to glide in and out of Amanda's slick twat. I don't think she knew they were there, and she began to buck back into me. I took this as a request to take things up a notch. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her for all I was worth. 

For a few minutes there was just serious fucking, interspersed with moans, sighs, and yelps. I reached around and alternatively played with her tits, and rubbed her clit, something she seemed to enjoy immensely. 

The heat of the sauna following a jog, combined with the furious sex, was beginning to take a toll. My legs were fading, just as the pressure was building inside of me. I gave one final push, and sprinted toward the finish just as Amanda had at the end of her run, pounding into her like it was the last fuck of my life. 

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, oh my god, oh my god I'm coming, I'm coming," Amanda screamed, and slammed back into me, causing our mutual timing sort to go haywire as she exploded into another orgasm. 

"Uugghhh, oohhhhh godddd. Oh, oh, oh, ugggggghhhhhhhhhhh."

At this point I couldn't tell if she was trying to free herself from my grip or not. Really didn't care, as I was moments away from coming myself. 

"Oh fuck, Amanda, I'm gonna cum, oh god..."

"Do it in me, please do it in me."

I pulled her back and thrust as deep as I could, then exploded into her.

"Ughhhh, oooohhhhh, ughhhh, oh my god," I grunted and growled my way to yet another orgasm at the Johnson orgy, before semi-collapsing on bench beside an equally drained Amada. 

It took a few moments before we collected ourselves. We kind of chuckled, and both said, "I need something to drink."

We found some of the bottled water with the Johnson family crest on the label (I was beginning to wonder if the Johnsons put something in their water, I mean, people can't be this horny all of the time), and I walked with Amanda back toward Cottage 2, where she was staying. The mouth-watering scent of a pig roast wafted through the air from the patio area, home to this evening's luau, where the catering staff was putting the finishing touches on the site. We glanced around to see if there was anything going on worth sneaking around in the bushes to watch, but had no luck.

Cottages 1 & 2 were on the opposite side of grounds were I was staying. It was late afternoon, but the sun was still high in the sky, and a few of the guests were still lingering poolside, touching up on their well maintained tans before the evening's festivities began. 

Gretchen and Maude, the bisexual Eurosluts who had their way with me after the welcoming dinner, were laying-out topless, along with the African-American woman with the shaved scalp. Earlier in the day I witnessed her team-up with another woman to suck-off Evan, one of the nine-inch club studs on hand to valet, serve and otherwise entertain the female guests for the weekend. I had since learned her name was Yvonne. 

Maude waived me over. "Who's your friend," she asked, much more interested in meeting a potential new, young lover than engaging me. I introduced Amanda, and we grabbed a couple of chaises beside Gretchen. 

Our idle chitchat didn't last long, being interrupted by the emergence from the pool of a very large black man, well over six feet tall, perhaps even seven-feet, looking to be in his mid to late forties. He had a cock the size of a pork loin. 

"How was your swim, honey?" asked Yvonne. 

"Refreshing," he said.

"Oh lord," muttered Maude. 

"Holy shit," added Gretchen. 

"Boy," came from Amanda.

I recognized the guy, Jervis Jackson, a former NBA power forward, and now owner of a dozen or more car dealerships. 

With the sun glistening off her scalp, Yvonne beckoned Jervis with the universal "come- here" curl of the forefinger, and upon his arrival began a well practiced routine of bathing his prick with her tongue. 

"Are you going to let him put that thing in you?" said Maude.

"I'm a slowly aging woman with very expensive tastes, married to a wealthy man with a fierce libido, and an air-tight pre-nup. I let him put it wherever he wants," said Yvonne.

"Well then, where's the sign-up sheet to ride that beast?" said Gretchen.

Yvonne winked at Gretchen, and said, "If there's anything left after I get through with him, he's all yours."

She worked up and down his dick, and he grew even bigger, to the point where I believe he surpassed the extraordinary measures of Evan. She took him between her lips, but only managed to work a quarter, maybe a third at best, of his shaft into her mouth. She played with him like that for a few minutes before letting him slide out of her mouth. "Okay baby, it's time to give momma a ride."

"I can't believe that thing is attached to a human," said Gretchen, whose hand found its way into her bikini bottoms. 

It was his turn to smile and wink at the ladies next to me, and he changed places with the woman who slowly lowered herself onto his mast. 

I was content to sit back, sip the cool and refreshing Johnson water, and take in the show. The women around me appeared star struck and mesmerized, not really knowing what to make of the whole setting. 

"Ohhhh, that is so good," which came from Gretchen, as she fingered herself while watching the action unfold. 

Yvonne got about halfway down the enormous cock, then pulled up, then cautiously allowed him into her bit by bit. "Baby, I am so fucking horny, and you fuck soooo good. Gimme all of that big cock of yours."

She slid further down on him, but not all the way, pulled back up, and repeated the process. She had, as they say, a bit of junk in the trunk, and nice breasts. Both her ass and tits began to jiggle when she put it in high gear. 

"Ohhhh that's it, just like that. Gimme that cock, oh fuck, ugh, ohhhh godddd," Yvonne bellowed as she punctured herself with the entire length of his prick. She held there for a few seconds, and then began to repeatedly rock back and forth, stuffing and stretching her cunt on her man's massive dick as she shook her ass like a stripper. 

Jervis indicated his pleasure with a few grunts, but Yvonne was the more vocal of the two. My guess is that although she'd been making at least one guy come earlier in the day, she hadn't herself, perhaps saving herself for her husband. Understandable given the equipment he brought to the table. 

Next to me my German friend was getting with the program. 

"Uh, ugh, ugh, right there, oh god, oh ohhhh, ohh yeah, oooohhhhhh," Gretchen moaned, as Maude's fingers had joined hers in attacking her clit and pussy. The hands, coupled with the visual treats taking place, sent Gretchen into a tremor-like orgasm, which in turn had an equal effect on the main attraction. 

Bucking up and down on a very rigid, and very large cock, had brought the Yvonne to the brink. "Oh shit, ooohhh my god, your cock feels so good, sooooooooooooo fucking good," she yelled, now twisting and pulling at her nipples. 

Another minute or so went by, the pace going faster and faster; both of them breathing harder and harder. Then from nowhere he quickly slapped her on the ass.

"Oh yesss, yeesssss," Yvonne screamed. "Again, slap me again you fucking stud."

I glanced over at Amanda. Her eyes were as big as saucers, her mouth slightly open, just processing the proceeding. 

Jervis smacked Yvonne on the ass again, this time jettisoning his wife into a quaking orgasm.

"Ohhh fuuucckkk Jervis, yeeesssssssss," she screamed out and he smacked her ass once more. "Ohh, ohhh, ugh, ugh, yes, ooohhh fuck yes."

Yvonne, panting like a winded cheetah, bounced and shook atop the pillar that is Jervis Jackson's cock. She howled some more, praised God for delivering a man with his girth to her life, before dropping down on him one last time. 

As if a vacuum had sucked the energy from the planet, all was still and silent for a brief moment, then Yvonne came back to earth, "Oh my God, that's enough, that's all I can take. I'm done, baby, whew. " 

Jervis had a sinister grin on his face, and said, "You may think you're done, but you aren't until I am."

"Baby, I can't take any more," Yvonne said, and looked over and tapped Gretchen on the shoulder. "If you want some of this, he's all yours. I'll swap spots with you."

Post-orgasm, Gretchen had journeyed between Maude's legs, and was gradually beginning to feast on the familiar twat of her travel companion. The Yvonne and the German changed partners, and as the setting sun gleamed off Yvonne's closely shaved head she descended on Maude's beckoning pussy. Then Gretchen did something I wouldn't have thought possible, she deep throated Jervis Jackson's cock. 

"Oh my God," was Amanda's reaction. "How can anybody do that?"

Yvonne pulled herself away from Maude's pussy to see what the fuss was about, and all she could say was, "Shit girl."

"The Tredo sisters have nothing on my friend Gretchen," Maude said, and guided Yvonne back to her over anxious twat.

Gretchen let Jervis's cock slide slowly out of her mouth, almost as if there was a ceremony associated with it, then stood up, turned around and lowered herself onto his glistening shaft. She approached taking his cock in her cunt more carefully than when she swallowed him whole; gingerly at first, easing it into her inch by inch, much like she took me in her ass the night prior. 

"This is how Wilt notched 20,000, one right after the other," Jervis said, in reference to Wilt Chamberlain's boast that the number of women he went though. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Gretchen let out a slow, satisfying moan.

Holding onto her hips with his vise-like fingers, Jervis began to slide the stocky little German up and down on his cock. Her body shook and rocked like Yvonne's had earlier.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, oh god, oh god, oh god...oh my fucking god," Gretchen moaned, and tried to move off him a bit, but Jervis wouldn't have it. 

He lifted her up like she was no heavier than cocktail glass, and without letting her off his dick, stood up and swapped spots; Gretchen now on her knees, and Jervis, his arms moving like locomotive pistons, banging her from behind. 

Gretchen mumbled something inaudible in her native tongue as Jervis thrust every inch up into his new partner, a move I thought would have split her in two. He let out a few grunts, and she wailed in agony/ecstasy. The echoing sex sounds grabbed the attention of other nearby guests, and few eyes peered through the hedges to have a gander at what was taking place.

The energy they threw off, combined with the relentless tongue lashing Yvonne gave Maude's clit, sent the mature European over the edge, and she came with the calm, demure manner of a proper lady. "Oh dear, I believe I'm coming. Ohhhh yesss, ohhh, ohhh yes..."

Jervis had Gretchen pinned against the back of the lounge chair, and was having at her like he was trying to break down a wall. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh," Gretchen uttered, caught in an unbreakable cycle of orgasmic fits.

Without warning he let her loose, and the German collapsed onto the chaise, and rolled-up into a fetal-like ball.

Instinctively, Yvonne rose up out of her crouch as Jervis pulled away from his latest conquest. She sat up with her mouth wide open, looking like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Jervis pivoted toward her, pumped his slick cock a couple of times and shot a rope of cum that seemed to hang in the air for a moment before diving between his wife's lips and onto her pussy drenched tongue. 

There was a momentary lull, then Jervis continued jerking-off, raining semen down on Yvonne for what seemed like minutes. Streams of jism ran off her scalp, down her neck and back, and over her face and onto her breasts. She appeared to revel in it. 

"Jeeze," said Amanda, transfixed on what had just taken place. 

"Indeed," I echoed. 

Everyone poolside had been sexually satisfied, for the time being, and people began to disperse. I laid back to grab the last rays of the afternoon, and the next thing I knew I was waking up from a well needed power nap. I looked around and everyone was gone, time to head back to my place for a shower. 




The Johnson Party Ch. 03



Between the set of cottages was a tennis court, I didn't even know they had a tennis court, but why not. At one end was Donna, the girlfriend of Don, the Super Bowl winning quarterback who described Donna as being half the age and twice the bust of his wife. 

My gaze quickly shifted to the opposite end, where the statuesque beauty with following auburn locks and a mile of legs moved with athletic grace along the baseline. I watched as she volleyed with Donna, but my eyes never left the woman I had nick-named Jessica Rabbit. 

The game concluded, and as the two women switched ends The Rabbit stopped about fifteen feet from me to grab a drink. She leaned over to draw cold fluid from the cooler, and in doing so displayed a cleavage reminiscent of the Holland Tunnel; a move I thought was anything but accidental. 

As the water flowed from the spigot, she gave a quick flip of her head to toss the pony tail from one shoulder to the other. The perspiration glistened off the crest of her breasts, and the only thing I could think about was sliding my cock back and forth between them. 

She raised her eyes, but not her head, and caught me staring in a hypnotic trance at her chest. She didn't move right away, instead shooting me a sinister sneer accompanied by a wink. This was obviously a woman who had spent the better part of her life having men ogle her, and she'd learned to take it in stride. She was stunning, voluptuous and normally out of my reach, but I was at the anything goes weekend at the Johnsons, and my interpretation of that wink was, "Hey, give it shot." 

She turned, and slowly, seductively, walked back to the court, intuitively knowing my eyes followed her every step. This was the first look I'd had of her ass; firm, high and hard, as expected, the product of countless hours of work in the gym. I more or less skipped back to the cottage, like a fifth grade boy who just got noticed by the prettiest girl in school. During all of this commotion and distraction it slipped my mind that I was to be graced with a Tredo Triplet for the night. I was going to need some of that Johnson private label water.

***

The expletive-laced sexual rants of Renee, a very nice lady who just happens to cuss like a mob boss when being brought off, greeted me when I opened the door to the cottage. I shared the place with her and her husband Frank, along with MaryBeth, the woman who brought me here. Frank was grabbing a beer from the refrigerator in the common area kitchen, which begged the question, who's with Renee. 

"Hey, Frank."

"Nice work in the sauna."

"Yeah, thanks." I had forgotten about the brief interlude when Frank and Robin stuck there heads in the sauna. 

"Well, anyway. So Frank, how did you get wrapped up into all of this?" I asked, not yet accustomed to starting conversations with a naked guy whose wife is having the living hell fucked out of her just down the hall. 

"Funny story," Frank began and tossed me a beer. "I had been seeing Renee for about a year or so, back in the early 80's, and it was getting serious. Or at least I thought it was getting serious. We were at her parents place in the Hamptons, no offense to the Johnsons, but Renee's family estate makes this place look like a track home in Brooklyn.

"She sensed I was close to asking her to marry me, so she sat me down with a preemptive strike of sorts to discuss an issue—her insatiable appetite for sex that I alone couldn't quell. She told me she loved me, and would marry me, but with the condition that we have an open marriage wherein her myriad of desires could be fulfilled.

"That's a different conversation," I said.

"I was a bit stunned, though not totally surprised. I sensed she had been seeing other guys, and probably women also, while we were dating, but had no idea of the extent of her activities. But what really threw me is what happened next. As we walked out to the pool, her parents were away, but some of the help was still around, she suggested that it wouldn't be a one way street, that I would be free to indulge as well, and that she ran in some pretty interesting circles. 

"As we got poolside I noticed that there was someone laying out, a woman, topless. 'I'd like you to meet someone,' Renee said, and the woman stood up and introduced herself. Not totally necessary, given she had been on the cover of People magazine that week locking arms with Halston and Calvin Klein, not to mention her photo spread in Playboy a month earlier."

"Robin Johnson," I said.

"Jennings, at the time, she wasn't married yet. Those high cheek bones, absolutely fabulous breasts, never ending legs. I was dumbstruck."

"If you agree to my offer," Renee said, "This is what you can expect."

"Without saying a word, Robin gave me a quick kiss on the lips, sunk to her knees, and gave me one of her disco-era blow jobs, the kind that gave her carte blanche at Studio 54. I think I shot my load in about ninety seconds. After that we went back inside, and I watched as my girlfriend ate pussy like it was her last meal. Before the weekend was over I chalked up my first threesome, and foursome, as Jeffry joined us later that night."

"You're right, funny story," not knowing what else to say.

"So my choice was to marry the nymphomaniac daughter, and sole heir I may add, of an ultra wealthy couple firmly ensconced in the Forbes 400, whom would not only satisfy my wildest sexual desires, but also hook me up with supermodels, Hollywood starlets and other like minded socialites. Or I could cop an attitude about monogamy." 

"I see you opted for a fulfilling life of sexual debauchery," I said.

"Damn straight. As a matter of fact, Robin just gave me another of those wondrous blow jobs, and now she's back there having at Renee with a two-header the size of a Louisville Slugger. Wanna watch?"

These people were utterly amazing, and before I could answer he turned on the 55-inch plasma, and switched to the close-circuit system--an elaborate feature of the Johnson estate—to the channel for his room. Two cameras were focused on the bed from different angles, and he could control them with the remote. 

Renee, an attractive brunette in her mid-to-late 40's with full breasts, was on the bed, propped-up by a large pillow under her lower back. Our hostess for the weekend, Robin Johnson, the former supermodel and flower child, with natural blonde hair highlighted by streaks of gray, was laying opposite her. Inserted firmly in each woman's pussy was the business end of a lavender double-headed latex dildo. 

Both Renee and Robin were gyrating their hips in unison, the faux cock sliding neatly in and out of each. Renee was tossing her head to and fro, cussing up a storm. Robin, on the other hand, was more sedate, though obviously in the midst of something very pleasurable. Each were also fingering their clits with one hand, twisting a nipple with the other, almost in mirror image. 

"Is this a ball bust weekend or what," said Frank, acting like a fraternity pledge at his first kegger as opposed to the veteran swinger of countless orgies and wife swaps. 

"Absolutely," I said. "But I've seen more than what I need to of large things entering women. I'm beginning to feel a little self conscious about my mere six-point-something inch dick. Besides, need to get a shower. Thanks for the beer."

"Anytime. And by the way, you really should have a go with Renee before everything is said and done here. She's quite the nymph."

"Apparently so," I said. It was going to be all I could do to keep from whacking off in the shower after all the visual stimulation. 

The sounds of Robin and Renee filled my bedroom also, as the TV on our wall was tuned into the neighboring bedroom. More surprising, however, was the appearance of my spoils for the evening. Jillian Tredo, her stark white hair styled like Tina Turner's in Thunderdome, full, high and blown back, stood next to the four-post bed.

Her deep tan contrasted spectacularly with her bright white boy shorts and garter, stockings, and bustier, which was fighting a losing battle to keep her swelling breasts under wraps. She looked twice as hot as any Victoria Secrets model of your choosing. My dick twitched, and it was already on a hair trigger, and the sight in front of me did nothing to quell the rushing tide of hormones. 

"I got here a little early," Jillian said, armed with a long white feather, lube, and a vibrating egg with a small rope loop at one end. 

"I see that. Well, thanks for coming over. By the way, what's the story with her," I nodded toward the bed, where MaryBeth was bound at her wrists and strapped to the headboard bedposts. 

"This bitch won't let me cum," MaryBeth interjected. Her tee-shirt was pulled up under her chin, exposing her well-toned abs and perfectly augmented 36D's, her panties tossed on the floor.

"She was asleep when I came in, and she looked like someone who should be tied down and teased. Did I do something wrong?" said Jillian, who brushed the feather over MaryBeth's nipples and ran the egg across her clit. 

"Oh god, not again," MaryBeth moaned. 

"Not at all, mind if I give it a go?"

Whirrr

I took the egg and skimmed it across MaryBeth's nipples before inserting into her pussy.

"Oh shit, I'm dying to cum Kirk. Just leave it right there, ohhhh aaaaahhhhhhhhh. Thank you, ohhhh, I'm gonnaa cum, I'm gonna..."

"Wow, cool," I said as I pulled it out of her.

"You bastard," MaryBeth hollered. 

"I'm going to get cleaned up. Whatever you do, don't let her cum. She blue-balled me yesterday and this seems like appropriate retribution."

"Okay, take your time," Jillian said as she reapplied the egg.

Whirr.

"Oh god, ahhhh, oh please, please don't stop, don't stop."

Click.

"Oh shit, you're a real bitch, you know that."

Steamy water cascaded over my shoulders, chest, and once again rigid cock. The bizarreness of the situation had worn off by now, and I was in full-throttle orgy mode. I soaped my dick, how I was hard again was a puzzle, but not one worth figuring out at the moment, and gave it a few strokes before rinsing. I dried off, brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair before re-entering the bedroom, stark naked and stiff as a January wind. 

The feed from the other room had been replaced by an old Andrew Blake film featuring Tori Welles, adding to the eroticism gripping the room as Jillian continued to taunt MaryBeth.

"Okay, this isn't funny anymore. Whirr, oohhh, god, ooohhhh, oohhhhh, shit, oohhh....click....come on, this is bullshit. Whirr. Oohh, oohhh, oohhh, don't stop this time, don't you fucking stop, ohh, ooohh, I'm almost there...click. GOD DAMNIT YOU BITCH. Whirr, ohhhhh, ooohhh, just one more minute, ohh...click. Oh, come on, you've had your fun. If you're not going to let me come, at least let me loose so I can do it myself."

"How's she doing," I asked.

"Seems like she's enjoying herself. Hey, is that for me," Jillian said as she ran the feather on the underside of my cock.

"Why, yes it is."

"Looks yummy," she said, and turned away from me. "Can you give a girl an unzip? I think this thing is a size or two too small."

I ran the zipper down to the bottom of the bustier, and Jillian turned back toward me.

"Thank god," she said, letting the garment freefall to the ground, springing loose her magnificent golden-brown breasts. "I was beginning to suffocate." 

Jillian bent over and cleaned off a dollop of pre-cum from the tip of my prick with a flick of her tongue. Guiding me to sit on the end of the bed, she positioned herself on her knees in front of me. 

"Oh great, you're going to blow him right here," said MaryBeth. 

I reached over and gave MaryBeth's clit a tiny rub as Jillian smothered the head of my cock with kisses. Coos and whimpers came from my date, but I had no intention of letting her get off. 

"I can't believe you're this hard after getting sucked off by my sister this afternoon," Jillian said as she came up for a breath. "She's considered the best cock sucker of the three of us."

"Well, there is quite a lot of visual stimulation around this place," I said leaning back on my elbows. "And don't sell yourself short, I bet you're a hell of a cock sucker."

"You're about to find out," Jillian said looking up at me. 

She continued to gaze into my eyes as she slowly inched her way down my cock, hitting the halfway point before pausing and coming back up. Jillian held the base firmly with one hand, while working her mouth and lips back and forth on the top half of my dick, allowing her teeth to lightly scrape over the glans.

"Ahhh, that feels wonderful," I said, pulling my hand away from MaryBeth to focus on my own pleasure. She mumbled something, but she had become nothing more than background noise.

"Ohh, that's very, very good," I said as I watched the white-haired beauty go down on me like the pro she was. 

Jillian paused for a moment, and flipped her hair back so I could get a better view. She slurped my cock slowly into her mouth until it completely disappeared. She held me momentarily in her throat before backing off slightly, then began to work up and down my cock in earnest, from head to base, as if I was no larger than a baby gherkin. 

"Ohh lord, whew, oh boy, that feels great," I said. "ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Jillian slipped both of her hands under my ass and gripped tight as she bobbed furiously up and down on me. I could feel the tip of my cock rub up against her throat when planted her nose in my pubes, her teeth catch the ridge of my head when she backed off.

She increased the suction the next time she went down, creating a mini vacuum around my penis. I could sense the build up to release.

"Ugh, ohhh god, I'm getting close. Ohhh that is so good. So fucking good."

My saliva-soaked cock plopped out of Jillian's mouth. She stroked it vigorously while attacking my balls with her mouth. She sucked one in, rolling it around with her tongue before letting it pop out, then gave the other one the same treatment. 

"Ahhhh, oh my god, ohhhhhhhhhhh." 

She gently bit down on the head of my penis, and repeatedly flicked the tip with her tongue. This sent a surge of energy down my legs that caused my toes to curl. I told her that I didn't think I was going to be able to last much sooner. 

Briefly off my cock, Jillian said, "I wouldn't think so." She then sucked-in my entire cock and swallowed me whole, deep-throating me as her sister had done earlier that afternoon

"Oh my god, oh shit, I'm going to..."

Before I could say another word, she clicked on her vibrating egg and held it against my balls.

Whirrrr.

"Oh shit," I groaned as I shot a double load of cum down her esophagus. "Oh, oh, oh god, oh shit, that's, ahahhhh."

Jillian gagged slightly on my third blast, and cum gushed out of her mouth, dripped off her chin and down on her breasts with the fourth and fifth. Not unaccustomed to having jism on her face, she casually wiped away a glob of spunk with her forefinger, and waved it at MaryBeth before licking it off.

"Ahhh, oohhh boy. I didn't think I had that much left in me. Jesus Christ."

"Cute," MaryBeth said. "I hope you two had a big laugh here. Now untie me."

Jillian stood up, and move toward the straps on the bed post. Instead of untying MaryBeth, Jillian gave her a quick kiss, letting bit of my seaman drip on her lips.

Even though she was unable to wipe it away with her hand, it kinda surprised me when MaryBeth tongued the cum off her lips and swallowed it. 

"Are you hungry," Jillian asked. "For my part, I'm starved. I think the pig roast is ready."

"I could eat," I said.

"Great, let's go."

I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, Jillian a silk wrap that matched the stark white theme she had going on.

"Hey you asshole, what about me," MaryBeth yelped.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll bring you back something."

Entering the common area we found Renee and Frank on their way out the door, dressed in matching khaki shorts and Hawaiian shirts. I began to introduce them to Jillian, but apparently they had met before at one or another of these soirees. 

The luau looked like it was just kicking off as we approached the patio. A few people were gathering near the bar and buffet. A couple of the women wore grass skirts and coconut bras, the men mostly shorts and tropical shirts. Of course, there's always an exception, and in this case it was Don and Donna, Super Bowl winning quarterback and his much younger girlfriend. He sported the grass skirt and coconut bra, while she had on an oversized tropical shirt with hula girls and palm trees, and that was about it. 

Jillian spotted her sister Julie, wearing a matching ensemble to hers, only in red, with Jeffry Johnson. She whistled, strange but true, and we headed over towards them. 

"There's the hero of the day," Jeffry said as he gave me big slap on the back. "Afforded me an evening of brazen sex with one of these fabulous girls."

"Oh Jeff," Julie said. "You know you can afford me any night you want." 

She gave his crotch a hefty squeeze, which was answered by a chortle from the host. 

"Say, where's my real estate agent?

"Ah, she's a bit tied up at the moment," I said

"Always hustling, always chasing the buck," Jeffry said.

"No, she's really tied up," Jillian cut in. "I found her sleeping so I strapped her wrists to the bed posts. We've been giving her the egg treatment."

"Outstanding," Jeffry said, and gave us both a thumbs up. 

Jillian scampered off with her sister, and I chatted with Jeff a moment or two longer before we headed to the buffet, which was as you'd expect, over the top. Other than the succulent roasted pork, that was just this short of melt in your mouth, the main attraction was the ice carving of a man and woman clenched in a 69 that served as the center piece to some colorful alcoholic concoction that followed out of the genital area of each. Jeff informed me that he and Robin posed for it. Of course they did. 

Open sexual activity was discouraged around the formal dining area, as the meals were served by caterers—civilians--as they were referred to by the regulars. That doesn't necessarily stop everyone, as proven by the under the table blow jobs that occurred during last night's meal. Again, those were somewhat discrete, given the nature of things at the Johnson compound this weekend. 

I glanced around to see who was with whom, and saw that Amanda had been snared in the Sapphic web spun by Gretchen and Maude. Her experimentation seemed to be going back and forth between men and women, but she was headed to post-graduate work with those two. 

Walking around, I had a chance to chat-up a few folks, like I was at a neighborhood block party. I ran into Lisa, who I'd twice made love to already. She was wearing a white "boyfriend" shirt, unbuttoned to her navel with nothing underneath, and a khaki mini-skirt, sipping something from a martini glass. We had a brief conversation, and she asked me if I'd heard anything about Jervis Jackson. I related this afternoon's event, and she scampered off on a mission to climb Mount Jackson. 

I took one more pass at the buffet table, and spotted Don back under some trees away from the tables. He was talking with Jeff, while someone was entertaining him under his grass skirt. It wasn't Donna, as she was comparing notes with Robin by the chocolate fountain. I glanced around, trying to see who might be missing, but given I didn't know all the players, it was hard to tell. Could have been Renee, as I spotted Frank, but not her, but who knows. A good time was being had by all. 

Interrupting my glare was something wet on my earlobe, followed by a slow breath of hot air. "You don't know this about me," Jillian said in a sultry voice. "But I get really horny when I suck cock, and I've sucked a bunch of them today. So, I was thinking, now that I've had some protein, both from you and the buffet, it'd be really nice of you to find a place where you can fuck me senseless. I mean, I'm yours for the night, not forever."




The Johnson Party Ch. 03



"There's no place like home," I said, and we scampered off to the cottage like a couple of teenagers running into the woods to make out. 

"Oh for God's sake, where the hell have you two been?" MaryBeth barked as we came through the door. 

"Ignore her," Jillian said. She let her robe slide off her shoulders to the floor, and she quickly followed, perching in front of me, unzipping and unbuttoning my shorts. Jillian lifted my cock to her lips and started to resuscitate my well-worn tool. Blood began to find its way to the region, and when I was hard enough to stand erect on my own, Jillian got up, turned toward the bed, braced herself against the footboard, and said, "Fuck me."

"Oh, wonderful," said MaryBeth.

I placed my hands on Jillian's hips, and she slipped one of her own between her legs and guided my now ready prick through the gap in her crotch less boy shorts, and into a boiling cauldron of pleasure. 

"Oh fuck," Jillian moaned, "That feels awesome." 

She leaned back to get all of me inside her, eliciting yet another sigh of satisfaction, "Ahhhhhhh, all day, I've been needing this all day."

I'm not sure how much was real, and how much was to screw with MaryBeth, but I didn't really give a shit. I pulled out a bit, then pushed forward; slowly beginning to get into a rhythm. It was going to be a while before I came again, so this was about getting Jillian off, and I was aiming on fucking her about three minutes past senseless. 

"Ohhhhh that feels soooo good. Oh yeah, yeah, ohhhh god yes...."

I glanced up at MaryBeth. She was staring at Jillian; the sway of her breasts, the clenching of her jaw, and the two were now breathing at the same intervals. MaryBeth had to be right on the edge, and I was wondering if she was capable of having a non-contact orgasm, one stimulated exclusively from imagery. Hmmm.

"Yeah, ohh, oohhh, oohhh yeah, yeah, ohhh."

Jillian was getting close. She strengthened her position against the bed, and said, "Come on, really, really fuck me."

I went into Jervis Jackson mode, grabbed her hips and started to thrust into her like I was trying to have my dick come out the other side. Sex sounds filled the room, skin against skin, moans, gasps and grunts, cock sliding in and out of cunt.

"Ohhhh yes, oh fucking yessss. Ohhhh, here it is, ohhhh, I'm coming. Ohhh god, oh god, I'm comingggg."

Jillian's back arched, buttocks clenched, and her pussy clamped around my cock. I stopped for a moment, then slowly pulled back, hesitated, then pushed forward. 

"Oh god, what, wait, no no no, don't, ohhh god, you gotta stop for a, ohh god, ohhhh..."

I didn't stop, but picked up the pace. Jillian gave a half-hearted effort to wiggle free, but after a minute or so she gave in to the rebuilding pleasure inside her, and collapsed forward on the mattress.

"Ohhhh, god, ohhhhhhhhhh..."

Reaching to her side, I grabbed the lube on the edge of the bed and dripped it down the crack of her ass. I spread it around her anus, which elicited a bit a whimper from Jillian, then stuck my thumb in her butthole. 

"Ohh fuck, aaaaaggggghhh," she screamed, and she jerked her head and shoulders back up. "Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" 

I took that as a rhetorical question, and reached underneath her and started to rub her clit, while continuing to work my thumb in her ass, my cock into her pussy. 

"Ohhh that feels sooooo fucking good. Oh my god, don't stop, don' fucking stop anything. Ohhhh yeah, ohh fucking yesss. Yesssssss."

Jillian was again bracing herself against the baseboard, and I was having at her from all angles. She was panting heavily with fractured breathes, and I was certain she was ready to come once more, but she suddenly stood up, and I slid out of her at all points of entry. 

She turned to me, and said, "Okay, let's do this." And with that, and to the amazement of MaryBeth, she crawled up onto the bed and positioned herself between the legs of my date.

"Okay, now finish me off," Jillian said just before going down on MaryBeth. 

"OH MY GOD," MaryBeth yelled as Jillian's tongue hit her clit. 

I climbed up behind Jillian, and easily slid into her sopping wet cunt. As my cock caressed her G-spot, she exhaled into MaryBeth's pussy. The hot breath stoked the fire within my date, and combined with the tongue lashing, she was at the brink.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, ohhhh, ohhhh god, ohhh yes, yes..."

I thrust deeply into Jillian, and simultaneously pulled on her hair. She gasped, and the unintended consequence was her tongue left MaryBeth's twat, and she was once again denied release.

"You bastard," MaryBeth yelled.

"Fuck me you bastard," screamed Jillian, and I pounded into her while tugging back on her brilliant white mane. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my fucking god, ohhhh I'm coming, yes, yes, I'm cummmm......"

Jillian reached behind me, grabbed my ass and pulled me into her as deep as I could go. She clenched down around me once more, and came like a freight train. With her heart racing, she shook, shuddered, and twinged, ultimately falling away from me and landing on the bed next to MaryBeth. For a second I thought she had passed out. She looked up at me, and said, "Wow."

"I've gotten that a lot since I've been here. I think they're putting something in the water."

I shifted my attention to MaryBeth, whose glaring eyes told a tale of seduction, torture, frustration, and dismay. I figured there was half a chance she'd call the cops, even with the bizarre story of the Johnson weekend as a backdrop. A good orgasm might help us side step that, a great one would more than likely guarantee it. 

Whirr.

"What the fuck," MaryBeth yelled just before I placed the egg on her clit. "Oh shit. Oh my fucking godddd"

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrr.

MaryBeth's eyes shut and jaw clenched as I ran the egg in circles around her labia, and nudged it up against her clit once more. Deep sighs, and sallow moans escaped her lips, and droplets of sweat beaded up on her brow. 

"Ohhhhhh godddd, oooohhhhhh yes, don't you stop this time you fucker. Ohhhhhh god, ohhhhh yeeessssss."

Resurrected, Jillian moved over MaryBeth and began to nibble on one breast while twisting the nipple of the other. MaryBeth's panting quickened, and I could see mini twitches shooting through her body. 

I pulled the egg away for a second, and MaryBeth's eyes ripped open. And just before she called me a mother fucking bastard, I shoved my cock deep into her cunt with one swift thrust, and replaced the egg on her clit. 

"Ohhh fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," MaryBeth screamed, and I'm sure the entire compound heard it. 

With Jillian was firmly clamped down on both nipples, and the egg buzzing on MaryBeth's clit, I proceeded to fuck the ever-living hell out of her, and she responded with a sheet-drenching, leg-cramping, stomach clinching, head tossing orgasm that shook the bed, the cottage, and the sounding grounds. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh fucking yes, oh god yes, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh myyyy godddddddddd!"

I tossed the egg to the side and picked-up MaryBeth's hips with both hands, and continued to pound into her as Jillian worked her breasts. MaryBeth somehow managed to meet me half way, as she pushed her pelvis up at me as I slid into her. Then she came again.

Figuring I was in the position to give this woman a fucking like she'd never had and most likely would never forget, I rapidly and repeatedly plowed into her. My biceps, triceps, quads and hamstrings were all flaring, I was fucking like no porn star ever had, and MaryBeth was on the receiving end of a near-death orgasmic experience.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, my god, stop, you gotta, you gotta stop, ohhh please, you gotta stop, please, oh no, no, no, no, oh god, oh, oh, oh , oh god, oh no, oh, oh god, ohhhhh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck me, oh god don't, don't, don't stopppppppp..."

I pulled out, hesitated, then penetrated her with the most vicious thrust I could muster. The force was so intense that it knocked Jillian to the side, and MaryBeth climaxed again, again, and again, completing the multiple orgasm to end all multiple orgasms.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuucccccckkkkk."

MaryBeth lay on the bed, legs splayed out on either side of me, sweating, quivering and panting. She looked up at me with a glimmer of a smile as I pulled out of her. I hadn't come, but was ready to. 

I inched forward a bit, still on my knees, and jerked myself once, twice, three times before ropes of jism blasted out of my cock. The first strand glided through the air, and skidded to a stop on MaryBeth's face, draping itself across her lips and right cheek. The next two landed on her breasts, and the rest, at least four or five more spurts, nestled on her abdomen, flooding her belly button.

I fell back on my elbows, equally spent and satisfied, I leaned back to watch Jillian tongue bathe my spunk. When she was done I gave her the okay to untie MaryBeth.

I ventured into the common area, and was greeted by a standing ovation from a group who had gathered to watch us on the plasma screen via the closed circuit system. 

"I'm telling you, there must be something in the water," I said, and returned to the bedroom with chocolate-dipped strawberries and champagne.