2 comments/ 39364 views/ 3 favorites Cathy - SexFest #25 By: longlastingwm Cathy was cute, with an innocent girl-next-door face. She worked an I.T. firm and pretty much dressed the part, not nerdy, but like most I.T. folks she generally couldn't be bothered to 'pretty things up' too much for days spent mostly in front of computer. Very few people suspected the lusty thoughts that lurked beneath that open, smiling face. Nor did they have much of an idea of the built-for-sex body that hid beneath her everyday clothes. Though her breasts were large (and natural), for work, she actually shopped for bras that minimized their size. Call her crazy, but she liked it when guys looked in her eyes when they talked to her about work matters. By night, going out, that was a different story–but she'd worked out her daytime alter-ego pretty well. Today she was extra casual. She'd donned on her most sensible bra and grabbed one of her husband Jeff's shirts to throw over the top. Plain khaki pants, glasses, she was in a very geeked-out, non-sexy state. That wasn't to say she wasn't in the mood for sex. It had been a long week and she'd barely seen Jeff. Her company was getting ready to roll out a new website for a medical client that next Monday. As usual, there just wasn't enough time in the day. Her team had worked into the early hours of Friday night/Saturday morning, still hadn't been finished, returned to work by ten A.M. Saturday and had been working straight through. Cathy was in charge of the page design and content, Scott took care of anything backend or SQL related, and Brandon was their new flash wizard. Cathy looked to the clock in frustration—10:35! She and Jeff had been making big plans for tonight, but the time just kept flying by. Jeff called it computer-time vs. real-time. If Cathy said she'd be an hour, it meant she'd probably take two or more. This had been extra true this week, much to her frustration. Cathy grabbed her blackberry and went out to the hall to call home. She really hoped Jeff was still up. One ring. Two rings. Three. Shit, he might have drifted off waiting. "Hello," he said on the other end in his best I wasn't asleep voice. "Hi Sweetie, it's going long as usual." "That's what she said." "Stop," she whispered. "What, stop making bad jokes?" "No, stop even mentioning sex. I so wanted to have SexFest Number 25." "Don't worry about it, it'll happen when it happens" said Jeff. "What time do you think you'll be done?" Cathy stuck her head into room. "Guys, how long?" "About an hour for me." said Scott, not even looking up from his screen. "Same," said Brandon, glancing up with his cute smile. "Well let's shoot for that, I turn into a pumpkin at midnight." They both muttered their agreement. "Midnight-ish," said Cathy. "Computer-time or real-time?" asked Jeff. "Real-time, I'm pretty sure. We've already burned through the computer-time." "Don't worry about it;" said Jeff in his sweet way, "I'm guessing we'll still be able to slip something in." "I said to stop!" admonished Cathy. "I love you." "Love you, too. Now get to work." Cathy slid back in front of her monitor, tweaking the last pieces of design. She was really as done as she could be until Brandon delivered the Flash elements. She found her mind drifting over their many Saturday adventures. Saturdays had somehow turned into their 'fun' night. It had started with a tradition of Margaritas in the late afternoon which generally led to some sort of amorous adventures. Then, one night, about six months into their marriage, they'd had that first no-holds-barred crazy night. Cathy stared blankly at the screen, reminiscing back to that first historic occasion. *** They'd had more than a few drinks when Jeff casually picked up the remote and pushed play. The screen came to life, and moaning came out of the speakers. "Jeff?" said Cathy incredulously as she saw bodies writhing about on the screen. Jeff blushed a deep red. "I just thought...you know, it might be fun." "Okay," said Cathy tentatively. The part of her raised in a conservative house wanted to ask him to shut it off, but the wild child inside her was already intrigued and getting rapidly drawn in by the naked bodies on the screen. That night had marked several firsts. It was their first porn, an old Nikki Dial movie called Miss Twenty-first Century. Jeff had been too embarrassed to rent anything, so he'd driven to a video store a couple of suburbs over. Cathy laughed as he described agonizing about purchasing it, but finally doing so by grabbing this movie from the sale rack with cash, so the 'porn cops' couldn't track down his real identity—if there were such a thing. The plot, as far as she could gather, was a competition for the woman best at sex. The story progressed and she and Jeff watched in an uncomfortable silence as they got more and more horny. Finally, a scene came up with a blowjob competition between three couples, and that pushed Cathy over the edge. She joined the couples on screen, kneeling between Jeff's legs and doing something she did very well. As she sucked hungrily on Jeff's cock, she looked over to see a bottle of baby lotion that just 'happened' to be on the coffee table. Ripping off her top and bra, she seductively poured oil down her chest and worked it in. It was time for another first. Although she'd certainly cradled his cock between her ample breasts many times before, this was the first time he titfucked her until he came. Cathy wrapped her slick tits around his shaft and worked him into a true frenzy. Loving the feel of his cock pressed between her waiting orbs, she couldn't help but smile with joy as she heard his moans change. She also groaned with pleasure as the explosion came. The first gush went all the way up to her chin, followed by another and another. Volumes of cum poured downward and she stared seductively into Jeff's eyes as she mixed the oil and cum together over her tits. The baby oil proved useful an hour later when they used it for another first. She was on top of him on the bed, riding him for all he was worth when he slipped out the other way into the crack of her ass. Rather than put him right back in, she reached around and worked him between her cheeks. He paused as one thrust pushed right against the place they'd never gone before. No words were exchanged; Cathy simply grabbed the baby oil and squeezed an ample dose into her crack and over his cock. She positioned him there, and lowered herself slowly. At first, she opened slowly, but with the extra lubrication she found herself accepting him easily the rest of the way. Jeff went in a few inches and stopped. They looked at each other inquisitively. "How does it feel?" he asked. "Dirty," she whispered. "But not awful." Beyond the physical pleasure, the emotional elements were intriguing. They were both immensely excited by the forbidden and taboo nature. Jeff worked his way into her, deeper and faster as the oil kept doing its job and her muscles kept relaxing. It ended with him shooting off inside her and Cathy thrilled at the deep heat of his cum filling her in this new place. They fell asleep draped across each other, Jeff's juices still dripping out of her. Somewhere between 3:00 and 4:00 that morning, the fun continued. Cathy was sleeping on her stomach and woke to find a surprisingly stiff cock (considering Jeff's prior exertions) sliding into her. Waking slowly, she raised up onto her knees to accept the slow, methodical pounding Jeff was giving her. Everything about that sex was perfect, his hips slamming against her ass, her tits swaying pendulously beneath her. Even the way their breath came out in explosive gasps seemed tied into some sort ancient, sexual rhythm they'd found. Cathy's orgasm began and she moaned with joy, loving the feel of Jeff's thrusts driving her into ecstasy. However, Jeff didn't stop. He kept going in a machine-like fashion. The pleasure turned from joy to that almost ticklish, uncomfortable post-orgasm feeling. "Stop," she gasped, her body shaking with overwhelming sensations. "No," Jeff grunted and he continued his inexorable thrusts. Thankful he'd ignored her cries of discomfort, a shocking wave of pleasure suddenly rolled through her body. She'd 'thought' she'd had orgasms before, but the tremors that rocked her body then proved she had only been reaching 5 on the Richter scale. That night she'd discovered 8 for more than half an hour as Jeff continued his slow jackhammer-like motions, driven on by her hypnotic cries. They'd woken in the morning, and Jeff said, "That was quite a SexFest," and the name had stuck. *** SexFest #2 had been almost as memorable. Jeff had made a trip to a local 'toy store' and come back with a very fun bag of surprises. There had been a ginormous silicon dildo that had proved more of a party trick than a pleasure. On the plus side, her first pocket rocket had also been put to use that night, which had been a constant companion ever since. That evening, and in ones to follow, Jeff tried reproducing his unbelievable stamina from the first SexFest, but results proved elusive. It seemed there had been a magical chemistry in that first night, but finding that formula wasn't easy. Not that Cathy ever complained, Jeff was amazing lover. It was more Jeff who kept hoping to drive her over the edge again in marathon fashion. They'd found other ways to multiply her with toys and tongue, and fingers. Now and again Jeff would last an extra, extra long time, but he kept hoping for more, for that unlimited reserve he'd found the first night. SexFest #13, or #14 (they all started to blend together); Jeff gave her the hugest surprise of her life. "I think I've found a way." he said as they started their evening. "A way to what?" Cathy asked. "To uh... push you there, you know. Like the first time." "Oh God Jeff, would you stop thinking about that. You give me SO much pleasure." "But I can't stop thinking about it." Jeff said. "I can still hear the way you sounded that night. It's the sound I want to find again, your voice was so different. Beyond that, I can sill see your face on the pillow, watching you from behind. Anyway, I've got a solution. Just wait." Things progressed as usual that evening. Porn – Duel Identity with Katsumi (Cathy remembered that). The video had soon found her on her knees giving Jeff a long slow, gagging blowjob. Cathy loved when Jeff took her that way, forcing his cock down her throat. There was something about being owned, being dominated (yet in a trusting fashion) that turned her on immensely. Jeff stopped her before he came, then turned her away. "Get ready," he whispered as he slid into her from behind. What happened next surprised her a bit. A blindfold slipped around from behind, and Jeff tied it gently, but firmly around her head. "Keep this on," he murmured in her ear. He started with the same rhythm as that very first SexFest. Slow. Deliberate. Forceful. He did indeed last a long time. There was something about being blindfolded that excited Cathy immensely. In a way, it helped her concentrate on just the one thing. She closed her eyes beneath the blindfold and focused all of her mental reserves on Jeff and only Jeff. It was as though she could feel every pore on the skin of his gorgeous cock stimulating her slippery walls. Just as she neared her first climax, Jeff stopped and pulled out. "No!" Cathy screamed. "Come back, sweetie. Come back." "I will," Jeff said. With that, she gratefully felt him sliding in again. Something was different though. He'd put on a condom? Cathy wondered briefly about that, but soon didn't question it as his long, slow thrusts began again in earnest. Moments later she tipped over into her first orgasm. Still, Jeff kept pounding. The discomfort came again, but Cathy suffered through it, gathering sheets into her hands, biting down on the pillows in anticipation of the joy that she knew would follow. Slam, slam, slam he continued...and there it was. "Ooohhhhheeehh," she squealed as every part of her shuddered. "Don't stop, don't stop, baby." Slam, crash, pound. Cathy could only imagine that Jeff must have found some special type of condom that kept him hard, because he was going on a couple of hours of sex now. Not that she was complaining. She thought she might lose consciousness as the climaxes seemed to simply pile on top of each other, one beginning before the other one even ended. Then something brought of her revelry, Jeff's body shifted, slowing. She knew he was close and then heard him moan... It wasn't Jeff's voice! "Jeff?!" she whipped off the blindfold and turned to look. It was Craig, their neighbor from two doors down. It's curious how the mind can work at stunning speeds given the moment. Jeff and Cathy had talked about taking on other partners but they'd never been sure. Would they be jealous? Wouldn't they? What would it be like seeing them with someone else? Just the week before, after a few drinks, they'd played the 'what if' game. What if you could, who would you do it with, and it had to be someone you knew? Cathy had finally admitted that Craig would be her choice. He was cute, nice, and a very good friend of theirs. What's more, he'd broken up with his girlfriend a few months before and admitted things had been very slow in the sex department. The Florence Nightingale in her wanted to care for certain conditions. All of the above information flashed through Cathy's mind in a split-second as she took in the situation. Obviously Jeff was okay with it, he'd been watching the whole thing happen from the bedside chair, but the more important fact at hand was that Craig was about to cum. She swirled around and ripped off the condom. Craig's months of celibacy had certainly filled up his reservoir, and Cathy gasped as what seemed gallons of cum exploded across her face and down her gorgeous, waiting breasts. She looked to Jeff and was even more turned on as she saw the lust in his eyes, as she used her tongue to clean the last of Craig's jism off of his cock. Craig stepped back and Cathy lay back on the bed, gesturing to Jeff. "Come here my love, now it's your turn," she said tenderly. Jeff was rock hard from watching her. She sighed as he slipped inside and began to thrust deeply within her. The cum still coating her chest added an intoxicating lubricant to the mix that they both responded to. "Are you alright with this?" she whispered into his ear. "I'm more than alright." he whispered back, while still moving. "That was amazing. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I loved sharing you. I loved having the chance to be able to watch you from a distance. How are you with this?" "Good," she gasped as he pounded especially deep within her. "Did we find the noise again? That one you've been looking for since the first SexFest?" "Oh yeah," said Jeff. "We sure did." "Well get ready," Cathy gasped, "because here it comes again." They discovered a couple of things that night. One, they enjoyed sharing with others. Two, it seemed if there was any everlast potion for Jeff, it was watching her do another guy. That night, Jeff lasted nearly half an hour of full-on thrusting. Once he was done Craig joined again, and once Craig was done Jeff was good for even one more. Cathy finished the evening riding Jeff cowgirl, sucking off Craig as he stood over her. She woke that morning knowing her life had changed forever, and for the better. "Good morning," she whispered to Jeff as his eyes opened. "Good morning," he said, kissing her. "How do you feel?" "Sore. Tired. Like I was used by two good-looking guys as their fuck-doll all night long." "And you're okay with that?" "Oh yeah. I think I make a good fuck-doll, don't you?" Jeff nodded. "Just promise me something, Jeff." she said. "Anything." "Promise we'll always tell each other everything. We'll always be there when we're with someone else, and we'll always wake up in the same bed together." "That's a promise I can keep," said Jeff, climbing on top of her to begin kissing her neck and working his way down. "Well now, this is a good way to wake up." said Cathy. *** The 'Fests' had continued. There were no rules, really. Sometimes it was just the two of them. Sometimes another man was invited. For Jeff's birthday, Cathy surprised him with Kerri, old friend of hers from high school. As mentioned, all of the SexFests sort of blurred together, but they did know that they'd had 24 so far. Frustrated at having to wait for SexFest #25, Cathy played the highlight reel inside her head... *** "Cathy. Cathy! CATHY!" Cathy was pulled away from her reminiscing by the sound of Scott's insistent voice. "What?" she asked, almost annoyed at having to come back to the real world. "I said we're done. We just need you to paste in those last two pieces of Flash that Brandon made and we'll be ready to get out of here." "Oh, okay." said Cathy, snapping back into work mode. Her job was actually very easy and wouldn't take more than a couple of lines of code and a refresh or two. It was fairly mindless work, and she found her mind focusing on Scott who was sitting at her side now. She'd debated it a while but finally invited Scott over for SexFest #23 about a month before. She'd wondered why she'd waited so long. He was a lovely, attentive lover and she'd been frustrated they hadn't had the chance to reconnect since then, but work had kept them too busy. She'd hoped they would have finished earlier that night so she could have him over again. Damn, she thought. Maybe next week. "I'm going to hit the head," said Scott. Be right back. Cathy focused on her work. Nearly there. Click. Type. Paste, and...compile. She waited impatiently for the program to finish up as Scott arrived back. "Alright boys," she said. "All I've got to do is push this little F5 button to refresh the page and we'll see if we can go home or not." "Go for it," said Brandon. "It'll work." "Don't jinx it there, rookie." she admonished him. "Trust me. I've tried this thing every way 'til Sunday. It'll work." She pushed the button and they watched with the page load beautifully. With a sense of satisfaction, they sat back and gazed at their handiwork. "So," said Cathy. "QA comes in tomorrow. Keep your blackberries handy, but if all goes well we - are – through." On 'through' she switched off her monitor and stood up. "Now I've got a husband at home who has something I desperately need." "I bet he does," said Scott. "You have no idea." Cathy tossed her laptop into her bag and headed for the door. "Goodnight boys." she said, giving them that innocent smile which hid so much. As she headed down the hallway, she heard odd noises. Listening closely, they seemed to be coming from the conference room. CliniSoft had an amazing, state-of-the-art conference facility. They'd invested in an eighty inch LCD screen for videoconferencing, as well as a Boze speaker system and chairs so comfortable you could almost sleep in them (in fact, some clients did). When things were slow, they would often sneak in over lunch to play movies for an experience better than what you could get at a theater. It sounded like that was something someone was doing right now, but it wasn't exactly a Hollywood Blockbuster that was playing. There, as big as or bigger than life, was Jessica Drake, one of Jeff and Cathy's current favorites. Cathy peaked in further and squealed with surprise to see Jeff sitting at the end of the conference table. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" Jeff grinned as he pushed pause on the laptop that was running the video. "When I heard you say midnight, I emailed Scott to see if that was the case. He sent me the all-clear and just let me in." Cathy - SexFest #25 "Now this is just the relief I needed after a long, long week. Looks like number 25 will happen this weekend after all." Cathy bent over to Jeff, melting into his arms and kissing him passionately. "Getting started without me?" said Scott's voice behind her. "Scott, you naughty, naughty boy. You'll have to be punished," said Cathy, smiling. "Fingers crossed," he grinned. "First things first, is this room okay?" "Network connections are disconnected, security cameras off both in here and in the hallway. Anything that happens in this room stays in this room, personally, electronically, or otherwise." "Perfect," said Cathy, smiling. Then she remembered something. "Wait. What about Brandon." "Yeah," said Scott sheepishly. "I was actually meaning to talk to you about that." If one didn't know Cathy and had only seen a video of only her face at that moment, they might have thought she had just been told she'd won a shopping spree at the mall, and she was considering which stores to go to. However, Jeff knew her oh so well, and he could detect the devilish ideas percolating beneath her angelic expression. Mischief was certainly running rampant behind her gorgeous doe-brown eyes. "Well now," she said, blushing from a million emotions. "This night is certainly shaping up differently." "Here's the thing," said Scott. "Brandon has 'noticed' you." "He has?" she said, smiling. "Oh yeah," continued Scott. "You've got to realize that he was a dual major. Art and Computer Science. The art side of him taught him to appreciate the human form. He certainly appreciates yours." "He does? In these clothes?" "He knows what's underneath them. You left the room the other day - he turns to me and tells me how much you're driving him crazy. Talked about wishing you weren't married, how he wished he could see those things your hiding—two lovely things in particular. One thing led to another, I gave Jeff a call, he gave the thumbs up, and we talked about tonight. When we went home last night, Brandon and I actually dialed in and kept working. "My god," said Cathy. "I feel so honored...and objectified. Both good things." "There's just one thing." said Jeff. "Scott says Brandon is pretty nervous. He's young, shy, and he's certainly never done anything like this before." "Poor kid," said Cathy. "Where is he?" "Waiting right out in the hall," said Jeff. "You leave him to me," said Cathy. "Just give me a couple of minutes, he'll be fine. Why don't you put that movie back on and get yourselves ramped up. I'll be back." Cathy closed the conference room door just as the passionate noises began once again. Brandon sat in one of the chairs in the hallway. Scared, apprehensive, he looked nothing so much like a kid who'd been called to the principle's office and was waiting his turn. "Hi," said Cathy, crossing over to stand in front of him. "Hi," he said shyly. "I've heard you have some suspicions about me. About what I might have hiding under here." As she said this, she was doing her favorite trick. Reaching easily around her back, she watched with satisfaction as Brandon's eyes bulged upon seeing her 'girls' get set partway free. "I uh..." She then pulled one arm into a sleeve, worked around and then pushed the arm back out. "You were saying?" asked Cathy. "You see, the thing is, beauty is beauty, Cathy." stammered Brandon. "The fact is, you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life. Your face, your hair, and your body. Your body is just...oh god." Brandon stopped because Cathy had just worked her other arm, and her hand had emerged from the other sleeve, holding her bra. The feel of her nipples against the fabric made Cathy almost purr with pleasure as she dropped her bra beside the chair. "But how do you know?" she said coyly, starting to unbutton the shirt. "You've never seen my body. Not really." "True," said Brandon, gulping. "But you can just tell these...holy shit." The buttons were halfway undone and he'd caught his first glimpse of what was below. "I'll take that as a compliment." said Cathy, softly. She finished unbuttoning the shirt, reveling in the effect the sight was having on Brandon. Stepping forward, she climbed on the chair, straddling him. "Now," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm going to say the same thing to you I say to all of my partners. I love my husband very much and we are married for life. What we're about to do has no strings and no complications. What we do here stays here and in the morning we're friends, nothing more. Are we clear?" "Yes," whispered Brandon. "Good. I bet there's something you want to do with these, isn't there?" she said, pulling the shirt open moving her breasts even closer to his face. "Oh, yeah." said Brandon, his mouth falling hungrily on her to her left nipple. His creative side became quickly evident as he began working a special kind of artistic mastery with his lips and tongue. Cathy was quickly moaning with delight as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, an able hand pinching the other to keep the momentum strong. The excitement of the surroundings, of knowing there were two more men waiting for her beyond the door heightened Cathy's pleasure. She felt a stirring in her belly, in her pussy and then Brandon found a perfect rhythm of flicking his tongue on her right nipple. "Don't stop, keep doing exactly that." said Cathy. Brandon obeyed and Cathy gasped in surprise. "That's it, sugar." she moaned. "Oh my goddd!!" She'd been close, but never before had she climaxed with just her breasts. This was real though, and she moaned, pulling Brandon's face tightly into her, hugging her to him as the paroxysms rolled over her. "Does that happen a lot?" asked Brandon, smiling up at her. "Never. Wow! Come on, let's go in and get this party started." Cathy led Brandon by the hand into the conference room and smiled to the two men waiting for her. "Check it out" said Scott. "How's that for overkill?" He pointed to the screen to show off his handiwork. The huge flat-panel was divided into nine squares like a tic-tac-toe board, and in each square a different sex scene was playing. "Now that's what I call multitasking," said Cathy. "There's SexFests and then there's SexFests. My oh my." She started by lining up each of the men in a chair. Working her way down the row, she sucked each man to extreme hardness (not that she needed to work too much). By the time she made her second pass, all clothing was off and she was really raring to go. It turned out Brandon had been hiding a bit himself. He sported a very nice six pack and a long, slender cock with just a slight curve in it. "Jeff, did you..." Anticipating her question, he handed her a cloth Trader Joe's bag he'd packed for the occasion. Looking inside, she found a box of condoms, three types of lube, and several vibrating toys. Unwrapping the first condom, she crossed and rolled gently down Scott's thick shaft. "Brandon can go first, if you want?" said Scott. "No, we had some fun in the hallway. It's your turn, darlin'." Cathy turned away from him and faced the table. Leaning over, she wiggled her ass sensuously, letting him know exactly what she wanted. Following her lead, he pressed up behind her. She groaned on feeling him slide into her very moist, very ready flesh. Leaning on the surface, she looked forward at the multiple scenes playing out before her. "You know, Scott." she said, "That's a little too much. Any chance we can simplify things a little?" "I've got just the thing," he said. He reached around her for the laptop. "Pick one," he whispered in her ear. "Number... four." said Cathy, picking a scene with several Vivid stars that she knew. "Four it is, but watch this." Scott now split the screen in half. On one side was the movie, and on the other was the feed from the camera in the room. "I like that," said Cathy, turning over her shoulder to kiss Scott passionately. "I like that a lot." She proceeded to watch her own homemade, instantaneous porn as Scott fucked her from behind for a good ten minutes, sending her into her second orgasm. When he was ready to blow, she bent over flat on the table, making it possible (through the video) to watch his fountain of cum spray onto her back. Next came Brandon. Cathy was really getting into this watching thing and led him by the hand to the other end of the table. She jumped up on it, and beckoned him to her. He slid his long, curved cock into her and began slow thrusting. Cathy watched over his shoulder, loving the sight of his beautiful back moving up and down as he entered her. Within a minute though, she felt him tense up. "No," he whispered. She took his face in her hands, knowing what was happening. "Don't stop, baby." she said, lowly. "Cum for me. Just enjoy this." With her permission, he surrendered and let go. He screamed and thrust within her three times before burying himself to the hilt and climaxing. Even through the condom she could feel the heat of his spunk. Holding him close, she urged him on, whispering encouragement in his ear. "I'm sorry," he said as his breathing subsided. She kissed him tenderly. "Don't be, it was still beautiful. Besides, you've got more in there for me, don't you tiger?" He nodded. "Just take a rest and let me take care of my husband." An idea had been forming in her head and she looked so forward to trying it. She turned and climbed up on the table, doing her best stripper, cat-crawl toward Jeff. "You ready for this?" she said, turning around and offering him her ass. "Oh yeah." said Jeff, also clambering up onto the table. Staring at the screen, she loved the beauty of the thing she was looking at, their two bodies getting ready to merge. Somehow sensing her thoughts, Scott clicked on the keyboard and made the image full-screen, with just them in the picture. As Jeff slid into her, she moaned loudly. It was such a different sensation, feeling the condom-free warmth of this, her always-favorite cock sliding into her. What surprised her was the noise. Scott had also turned on the microphone, so she was hearing herself through the speakers. "Is that what my voice sounds like?" "Mmm hmm," said Jeff. "I never knew it was so high. It sounds so deep inside of me." "Well don't change; it's my favorite sound in the world." Jeff began his slow surge once more. Only now, everything was amplified by the speakers. Something about that made it even more exciting, the sound of their skin slapping together, their breath and moans amplified. The magic formula was certainly working on this night. Jeff brought Cathy into her first orgasm within only a few minutes, and she fought through his relentless thrusts with joyful anticipation. Now she would know that sound he craved. As her body rocked into the next higher plane, she understood. She understood what had been driving Jeff. Her unrestrained, almost child-like cries spilling through the speakers overwhelmed her with even further passion. Sooner than expected, Jeff screamed in joy and she moaned with shared ecstasy as he filled her so fully. Slowly, slowly he stopped moving and she smiled at the feeling of his cum dripping down her thighs, leaking out from around his cock. "Oh my luh-UV," said Cathy, her sentence cut short by another pound from Jeff's cock. Slam...slam, slam, slam. Jeff was back to fucking her again. Still hard, he had renewed his rhythm. "What - are - you – doing?" Cathy gasped out. "I – don't – know. But don't argue." replied Jeff. With that he renewed his rhythm, perhaps even faster than before. Cathy's moans now came in gasps, as her exhausted body responded to this unknown flavor of lovemaking for them. He pussy was slick and hot from Jeff's prior explosion. Something about new lubrication made things feel so different, so primal. "Come – on." she screamed out. "Come on and fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my fucking cunt you bastard!" She'd always done her share of dirty talking, but the words that came out of her mouth during the next session were ones she couldn't have repeated even if you'd asked her to. Jeff's body was dripping with sweat and still he kept pounding. Another wave of orgasms washed over her, and this time there was nothing childlike about her voice, it was low and rough and savage in its intensity. Jeff was ready again. She pulled off of him and spun around, hungry to taste every drop. She kept sucking and sucking until she was sure there was nothing left. "Wow," said Scott's voice. She turned to see him sitting in a chair, watching them. "That was really fucking hot." said Brandon, sitting on the other side of the table. "And he's still ready for more" said Scott. "Look at the guy." Jeff's cock was still standing proud and ready. "Jeff, you didn't take any little blue pills or anything did you?" asked Cathy. "God no," said Jeff. "But I'll tell you this, he might be ready (Jeff pointed downward), but I'm not. Cathy, are you ready for more?" Cathy was still panting from their exertions. "How about if we watch some movies for a little while?" Scott split the screen again and restarted the video that had been on before. Cathy climbed down from the table and sat beside Brandon. Scott came over and sat in the chair on the other side. It was a very good video and Cathy found herself looking down between the two guests legs with hunger sooner than expected. Scott was at half-mast, but Brandon was already standing fully at attention. She reached over and grabbed him, stroking him gently. "See," she said, "I told you you'd be back." Reaching with her other hand, she stroked Scott slowly as she watched the screen. She found it fitting that the scene starting was between two guys and a girl. "Hey, whatever they do, we do." she said, watching the screen intently. "Deal?" "Sure," said Scott. "I mean, as long as the guys don't start going down on each other." "I don't think you have anything to worry about." "Cool" said Scott." And so began the next adventure. Following them was actually fairly easy, since they could see themselves on the screen. The blowjobs were easy, as was the cunnilingus. As the positions got more creative, they all gained an appreciation of the capabilities and flexibilities of adult film stars. The scene followed the usual progression from her doing oral to one of them doing her, to straight sex with her sucking the other guy off, to... wait a minute. One of the guys had just lifted the girl in his arms and was fucking her standing, the other one was approaching her from behind and it was clear what would be happening next. Scott reached over and pushed pause on the video. "Wow." said Scott, who had been in the 'role' of the guy who was now holding the starlet. I'm not sure if I can..." "I can hold her," said Brandon. "But as for what's coming next" "Have you ever done DP?" asked Scott, gently. "Once, but not standing." said Cathy. "But what the hell, I'm in. Or should I say, you're in." Cathy lubed up their cocks, and for good measure coated two fingers with her favorite variety of Wet. Reaching around, she smiled at the feel of her fingers spreading her sphincter apart. Now or never, she figured. "Come on then," she said. Scott pushed play again on the video and Cathy jumped into Brandon's arms. "Ready?" "You bet," he said, grinning. She slid down his body, marveling at the feel as his gentle curve slid right against the perfect spot within her. "Now you, Scotty." Scott sidled up behind her and pushed gently against her opening. "That's it sweetie," she whispered over her shoulder. "Almost there." He was soon inside her too, and the two men cautiously began finding a way to move within her together. Scott slipped out once or twice, but then they found the limited motion that worked best. For Cathy, it was a fascinating feeling, as the two cocks within her battled for space within a relatively small area. She could feel them touching through her rear vaginal wall and when Jeff asked her later, she said it was 'interesting, but not necessarily worth repeating.' "Okay, that's enough fellas." said Cathy, somewhat grateful that part of the scene in the movie came to an end. "Enough of the movie, Brandon, it's your turn to really show me what you've got." Scott slipped out, but Brandon stayed there, still holding Cathy in the air, suspending on his cock which seemed made for just that purpose. She wrapped her arms more tightly around his shoulders and began to move herself slowly up and down. Adjusting his hands below her thighs, he began to move also and the feeling within her was exquisite. The tip of his cock was massaging her G-spot perfectly with each stroke and she shuddered with each drop down to the base of his cock. "That's it," she said each time. "That's it, that's it." Though she didn't care, it was clear Brandon felt he had something to prove after his first-round effort. She soon learned he was more than strong as he lifted her effortlessly up and down his cock. "You really do make me feel like a fuck-doll, sweetie." she muttered. "Come on and fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can, I can take it." Brandon did as he was ordered, and soon she found herself tipping over into the umpteenth orgasm of the evening. "Oh God!" she screamed out suddenly. This one was yet again different from the ones before. Something about the angle, the pressure, it made all of the pleasure focus in her thighs and legs. "Oohmmfh!" she groaned, grasping desperately around his neck, thighs quivering uncontrollably. She kept moaning, hanging there in his arms until the shudders subsided. "Are you okay?" asked Brandon. "Oh yeah. Come on; let's take care of you now." She started working again, up and down his curved sword, and was so pleased when she heard him gasp. "Fuck yeah!" she squealed, jumping off of him to kneel down, lustfully pulling off the condom. Cathy knelt before him leaning backward, arms thrown out wide in supplication. The Beautiful white liquid shot out in a graceful arc to land across her perfect chest. The next blast was (not surprisingly) weaker, but still fell gracefully onto her belly. She leaned forward and cleaned his lovely instrument off carefully, then stood and kissed him, patting him on the chest. "Told you, you had it in you." Taking the towel Jeff offered her; she wiped off and turned to Scott. "Now then, Scotty. I believe the score is two, to two, to one for you. That just won't do, babe." "I guess it won't, but I can't promise I can keep up with Brandon there." "Good," said Cathy, softly. "I don't want that. I want some nice, quiet quality time right now." Grabbing another condom she led him to the overstuffed leather couch at the end of the room. Seating him on the couch, she pulled the still-remaining condom off of him and bent down to quickly bring him to hardness with her mouth. "There we go." she said, rolling on the new sheath. She urged him to stand, and then crawled onto the couch, lying down on her back. "How about a little old-fashioned sex, baby." she whispered. After such a pyrotechnic evening, this was just what she wanted. She gloried at the feel of his chest against hers, at his reassuring weight upon her. They clasped hands and began a soft, session. All the while they stared into each other's eyes, which was one of her favorite things about Scotty. When they made love this way, she knew she was the only thing in the entire world he was thinking about. The time was immaterial, because however long it took, it was plain and simply lovely. Cathy - SexFest #25 Scotty moved gently, kissing her and pushing back her hair to reveal her elfin-like ears. "How am I doing?" she whispered. "You have to ask?" he replied. Moments later, his hands tightened around hers. "Oh god, Scotty, this is so wonderful," she whispered to him as she felt him quietly releasing inside of her. She looked up with surprise to see Jeff watching her from a chair, cock still ramrod stiff and ready. "Wow, sweetie! What would you like to do now?" "Oh, nothing." "Please, you know I can't bear to see you suffering so. Erections are something I just have to take care of. It's in my nature." "How about if we head home and we can take care of things there?" said Jeff, softly. "You bet," Cathy said, winking at him. Brandon was half drowsing in a chair. Scott was in a temporary post-coital coma. "Well then," she said loudly, waking them up. "That's what I'd call a productive evening on all fronts. We'd better get this place back in order. They made quick work of the conference room, getting dressed, putting chairs back in order, reconnecting wires. Scott focused on the laptop, getting it disconnected and packed up. "That looks pretty good." said Scott, surveying the room when they were done. "It sure does, no one would have any idea of what went on here tonight," said Cathy. "How are you feeling?" asked Jeff. "Tired, sore... but above all, I'm really fucking hungry," said Cathy, laughing. "A girl works up an appetite, don't ya know." "I understand," said Jeff. "How about if I head home and rustle up a big breakfast?" "I'd love that." Cathy gave him a deep kiss, groping at the firmness below as she did so. "To be continued," she told him. Jeff left, and Cathy turned to her two coworkers. "Well boys, that was one hell of a night." "It sure was," agreed Brandon. "Unbelievable," concurred Scott. "C'mere, Brandon," said Cathy, pulling him to her. "Just to restate: Once we walk through that door, life goes back to normal. I'm married to Jeff, the three of us work together, and we have ever fucked each other senseless in the conference room or any other location. Are we clear?" "Absolutely," said Brandon as Cathy pulled him into a kiss. "Good, see you Monday," said Cathy, sending him on his way. "That really was amazing," said Scott. "I'm glad you think so, Scotty," said Cathy, kissing him softly. "We'll have to do it again, really soon." "Hey, I've got a surprise for you." said Scott. "Oh yeah, what's that?" Scott held up a jewel case with a DVD in it, marked simply with the date. "This," he said, "is the video from last night." "The video?" she asked, incredulous. "Yeah, I piped the feed from the video camera into the laptop. End of the night, I burned this, and wiped the hard drive clean-- triple-wiped it, to be exact. This is the only copy in existence." "You know what you've just given me?" asked Cathy. "What?" "Electronic viagra. I give this to Jeff, I'll never walk straight again." "Use it wisely then." He gave her a quick peck on the lips and then keyed a code into the keypad on the wall. "Security cameras are back on in ten seconds." said Scott. "See you Monday, Cathy." After Scott left, Cathy crossed to the table and pulled out a chair. Leaning back, she looked around the room. The chairs, the table, the couch: each location brought back memories of the evening. She loved he thought of how much pleasure she'd given the three men and how much cum she'd coaxed out of them. She was more than a bit surprised to walk out of the building into pure daylight. Checking her blackberry, she saw it was nearly 8:30 a.m. Number 25, an almost eight-eight hour SexFest. Not too shabby. As she opened the door to her car, she looked up to see a red Prius approaching. The car pulled up beside her and Lisa, the cute, petite blond from QA rolled the window down. "If it isn't Miss Quality Assurance," said Cathy. "Good morning, Lisa." "You're certainly burning the midnight oil," said Lisa. "You have no idea," said Cathy, smiling to herself at the double meaning. "But everything's done, ready and waiting for you." "Awesome," said Lisa. "I'll put it through its paces and give you call if I find any problems. "Okey-doke." Lisa arrived home and walked in from the garage to the smell of bacon and eggs. By the time she reached the kitchen, she didn't have a stitch of clothing remaining. "Perfect timing," said Jeff, laying out the plates on the island. He gave her a kiss, fondling a breast as he did. "Glad to see you dressed appropriately," "I try," she said, sitting down to the plate. Jeff, you were absolutely, unbefuckinglievable today. My husband is such a stud." "Well thank you," said Jeff, modestly, though he was blushing – knowing it was true. "What about you? You were unstoppable babe." "You liked watching?" Cathy asked, looking down demurely. "Always do." They ate breakfast in satisfied silence. Upon finishing the last bite, Cathy felt the wind just drop out of her sails. A fully belly, adrenaline dissipating, her eyelids grew heavy. "What do you say to bed?" asked Jeff. "It sounds perfect; I'm just going to take a quick shower first." "I'll meet you in bed then," said Jeff. Cathy took a quick, warm shower. Walking into the bedroom, she was surprised to hear Jeff breathing deeply, already asleep. Toweling off, she looked down at her so-cute husband, snoozing away. Though he might have fallen to sleep, his surprisingly resilient body part was still very awake, as was evident beneath the sheet. Crawling into bed, she nestled close to Jeff, reliving the memories of their sensational interlude on the conference table. Her hand drifted down to feel his hard rod, and just couldn't allow herself to let such a thing go to waste. Climbing atop him, she slid down and eased him inside her. There was such a sense of peace and comfort at feeling him there. With that comfort, her eyes drooped and she fell off to sleep, cradled in his arms, her warmth wrapped around his firmness. *** Later, she dreamed that Jeff was fucking her slowly. In her dream, she was on top of him, grinding her hips slowly back and forth. He was also moving and began thrusting upward into her. Something about how he moved stirred her in her dreams and she began moving more feverishly along with him. Gradually her eyes opened and she realized she wasn't dreaming this. Jeff's eyes were still closed. She kissed his cheeks tenderly and smiled as his eyelids fluttered open. "Is this real, or am I dreaming this?" he whispered. "Does it matter?" "I guess not," Jeff said quietly. The kept going, and for some reason each of them found themselves closing their eyes again. In a dreamlike state they fucked over the next couple of hours, sometimes stopping and sleeping only to wake each other with hungry thrusts a few minutes later. Finally, she felt Jeff's pace quicken and grow more urgent. With a soft sigh, she felt him spill inside her, his hands tightening their grip around her waist. Again, they fell asleep with deserved exhaustion. The last thing she remembered was feeling his cock soften and slowly slip out of her. Mission accomplished, she thought to herself as full sleep finally overtook her. *** Many hours later, as the sun was drifting down in the west, she woke to the buzzing of her blackberry on the bedside table. "Hello," she said. "Hi Cathy, Lisa here." "Oh hey, how'd we hold up?" "Oh just great. I checked every part of the site. Ran the bots, load-tested, yada-yada; you guys came through with flying colors." "Awesome." "Cathy, just one question." "Yeah?" asked Cathy, still drowsy. "I was wondering if you could explain the bra I found outside the conference room."