0 comments/ 34859 views/ 3 favorites Ladies Club Ch. 03 By: jehoram Sex with Maria was an eye-opening experience. Her black hair, fair skin, and dark eyes made here an arresting sight, and she was totally comfortable with her body ... all 130 pounds of it. If she'd lost a dozen pounds of that, she could have passed for Marina Sirtis, but she was happy with the extra weight, and it was really her voluptuous breasts, winning smile, and ready pussy that captivated me. What a difference the Ladies Club had made in her! When I left town six years ago, we were lovers, but she constantly fretted about her weight and felt awkward about kissing in public. She wouldn't dream of going to the beach in anything but a modest one-piece suit, and when she found my stack of girlie magazines in my dorm room at college, she berated me for my "objectification" of women's bodies, whatever that meant. Now she didn't give a damn about her weight and pranced buck-naked in front of up to two dozen equally naked men and women without a blush. She adored group sex and delighted in games involving cunts and cocks, without much regard for the bodies attached to them. She also made it clear that if I wanted to be with her, I had to go along with these games. That was no problem; even if I were excluded from them, I'd still support them because they'd done so much good for her. But as it was, I was a full participant in them myself. Or almost a full participant. The difference was that the men could play the games, too, but they couldn't call any of the shots. That was solely the prerogative of the women ... hence the name of the club. We guys all danced to their tune. In fact, it was this condition that made the club possible, since Maria wouldn't have entered any situation involving group sex if she weren't sure she could control it. Maria and I now shared a house, with extra bedrooms for the kids we were planning to adopt once we felt committed enough to each other ... and Maria wasn't rushing that, either. For now, she was happy to let our love for each other grow and solidify. And I think that she didn't want to put a speedy end to our anywhere, anytime sex life, as we'd have to do once we had a family to think about. At the next meeting of the Ladies Club, it was Dora, a middle-aged woman with prematurely graying hair and a soft, pliant body who got to choose the game of the day. It was one that no woman had any objections to, she said as we filed in. As usual, all the men entered from the men's shower room of the clubhouse, where we'd stripped, showered if we needed to, and stroked ourselves to hardness ... the ladies expected us to be ready for action when we arrived, as any boy-toy was supposed to be. Brian, as usual, was wearing a cock ring; he explained that it helped him keep his erection. His doctor wouldn't let him take any "erectile dysfunction" drugs, due to his high blood pressure, but he found that the cock ring did the job. "You should try one, too, Joe," he told me. "It can't hurt. And don't tell me Maria has never wished you had more staying power. I haven't met a women who didn't." I smiled at him as we stroked our cocks to full erection. Elsewhere in the room, Tony and Bret were stroking each other's cocks; it gave them that added frisson. If these guys went any further down the gay road, they did it elsewhere, since the stuff that went on during the meetings was thoroughgoing heterosex, at least for the men. I walked in to see Dora standing next to four massage tables, each draped with a towel, with another table next to each one. Each table held another stack of towels and a bowl of water kept warm by a hot plate; immersed in the bowls were bottles of body oil. The lights were low, the room was warm, and soft music, heavy on rhythm, played in the background. As the last men straggled in, Dora addressed us. "Here's my fantasy. I've always had sensitive boobs, and I've dreamed of getting a massage from lovers, boys and girls, who bring me off just by massaging me. Now I've got the chance to make that real, and I'm going to do it. "We've got only sixteen people here tonight. So we'll split into groups of four -- two guys, two girls. As usual, don't use your regular partners. The two girls at each table will take turns being massaged. The first one will lie on her stomach, and the other three people will give her a thirty-minute massage, six hands. Let your partners know what you want rubbed, and how much. The masseurs can only massage the places they can reach, but if the ladies want to frig themselves, that's all right. At the end of thirty minutes, the women at each table switch places, so the other lady can get her back massaged." "I don't get it," said Bret's wife Anne, a small-breasted woman with blonde hair cut short. "What's the contest? Who wins?" "No contest this month, and everybody wins. We're just out for the experience, the sensation of six hands massaging you. You can orgasm any time you want to, the girls that is. You can even slip an arm under you and frig yourself if you want to." "What happens if we want our fronts massaged, too?" This from Helen, a woman with low-hanging breasts, one slightly larger and lower than the other, who was considered one of the most highly-sexed females in the club. Her question was met with a chorus of nervous giggles. "I'm coming to that, Helen. At the end of the first round, the women turn over and your partners massage your fronts. This time, we expect them to concentrate on our breasts, but we don't want them to completely ignore the rest of us. The guys can't touch your pussies, or their cocks, but you ladies can if you feel like it. Oh, and another thing: we want you guys to stay hard, but you can't touch their cocks. So the lady who's doing the massaging is expected to use a little oil on the guys, too, to keep them hard. We'll let 'em cum when we're done, but make 'em suffer for the next two hours." The ladies laughed, and the men groaned. My two female partners were an Asian woman named Lan and a Black woman named Margie. Aside from their almost black hair, dark nipples, and brown eyes, these two women could scarcely be more different. While Lan was very petite, probably weighing less than a hundred pounds, Margie was heavy-set and voluptuous, with large flat breasts and an ass of monumental proportions. Her nipples were barely nubbins, centered in areolas the size of saucers. She's like one of those ancient fertility goddesses, I thought, all tits and ass and belly. I'd never really cared for that kind of physique; on most women I'd seen, it looked grotesque. But on her, it looked utterly right and proper. I remembered how soft and full and wet her pussy was when I'd fucked her at the last meeting, and how I enjoyed burying my cock in that fleshy cunt. The only fat things about Lan were her nipples, which stood proudly atop small firm breasts. Although she was probably in her late thirties, she hadn't put on a pound since her teens. Equally fit were her cunt muscles, which I remember clenching my cock at it shot my sperm into her at the last get-together. We were matched up with Tony, a short, stocky man whose body was covered with dark curly hair from his chest down to his crotch. He seemed to have a perpetual frown on his face, and didn't say much, but what I at first took for dislike turned out to be shyness. He had the body of a wrestler who had gone somewhat to seed, muscle turning to fat, but he carried it well, and his stamina was the stuff of legend. Limp, his cock almost disappeared into the thatch of his pubes, just the head showing, but when erect, as it was now, it jutted out half a handspan, thick and hard. The ladies were bantering easily. "You've got so much more skin than I have," Lan joked. "You should have some of my minutes." "No, dear. You'll need them more. I can cum in a flash, particularly with you and these studs working on me. I know how educated your hands are!" "Well, then, who wants to go first?" "You go first, Lan. I want so much to put my hands on your butt." So Lan climbed onto the table, and Dora started the timer. I stood at the foot of the table, while Margie stood to my left and Tony my right. Taking a bottle of warm oil, I poured it into the cup of my hand, and smeared it onto her calves. Next to us, Bret, Clyde and Dora were applying oil to Maria's prone figure as she closed her eyes and relaxed. Lan spread her legs; she was definitely inviting me to go to her inner thighs, and I accepted the invitation, spreading the oil almost up to the tuft of hair at her crotch. Then I moved to her butt-cheeks, oiling them and spreading them to expose her anus. Seeing what I was doing, Margie rubbed oil into the cleft, an oily finger pressing against Lan's asshole, then into it up to the first knuckle, massaging her rectum. I went back to Lan's thighs, calves and feet as my partners massaged Lan's arms and back. After ten minutes, we rotated clockwise around the table, at Margie's suggestion, and I moved to Lan's left side as Tony took over my position at the foot of the table. Reaching over the table, Margie grabbed my cock and gave it an oily rub, maintaining my erection, as she'd been doing with Tony from time to time. Thus inspired, I massaged Lan's neck and back, moving down her rib cage to stroke the outside of her left breast. At the twenty-minute mark, we rotated again. Then it was Tony who was across from me, and he'd massage my cock just as Margie had done. Wasn't this against the rules? I thought. Dora had said that the men couldn't touch their cocks, but she didn't say that men could touch other men's cocks. My conscience satisfied, I reached for Tony's dick and returned the favor. It was the first cock I'd ever touched, other than my own. I gave it a little squeeze, and Tony smiled. Meanwhile, Lan had totally relaxed and was purring like a cat. Her breathing became deeper when Margie slipped a finger into Lan's ass and gently finger-fucked it, while Tony and I spread her butt cheeks. The timer chimed, and it was Margie's turn. She stretched out on the table, and Lan took her place as masseuse. I marveled at how different these bodies were, and yet how equally alluring they seemed to me. One fair-skinned, the other the color of rich dark chocolate. One trim, the other voluptuous. One quietly passive, the other wriggling with delight. At one point, Margie's right hand disappeared under her body, seeking her vulva, and it was seven hands that were massaging her. I noticed to my surprise that I welcomed both Tony's hand and Lan's on my dick, whoever happened to be opposite to me. Indeed, it seemed that Tony was all business, seeming to know how to tease a cock with a minimum of effort, but Lan's almond eyes danced with laughter as she rubbed my erection, as if the enjoyed the game and the flirting in a way that Tony didn't. The timer chimed again. "Stay on the table," Lan said. "Just roll over." "Are you kidding, girl? I'm so overstimulated now, I'd cum and cum, and wouldn't be good for anything for an hour. Get on up here." Margie slid off, and Lan got on, face up. Again, I went to the foot of the table and worked on Lan's feet, shins, and thighs. Again, I ran the oil right up to her crotch. Meanwhile, Tony was massaging her left side, holding her arm up, smearing the oil on it, from her fingers to the tuft of black hair in her armpits. Margie, on the other side, was kneading oil into Lan's right breast and nipple, teasing it to hardness. Margie's own heavy, dark-chocolate breasts, dangling and swinging as she massaged Lan's, mesmerized me, and Margie knew exactly what effect she was having on me. When we again changed positions, I found myself at Lan's right side, directly across from those swinging dark breasts with almost black nipples and areolas. I couldn't help but wonder how they would feel in my hand. Lan's tits were so firm that they rose up from her chest almost without sag, but I knew Margie's would lie almost flat, tumbling down each side of her chest, inviting as pillows. My cock twitched with the thought, and Margie noticed it and smiled. She reached over and gave it a little squeeze. By this time, it had been trickling pre-cum for an hour, the drops landing on Lan's skin and mingling with the oil, and I was aching for release. Tearing my eyes from Margie's cleavage, I paid attention to Lan's own darling boobs, just the right size to fill my hand. As I kneaded her breasts, I'd let the nipples slip between my middle and ring finger, and squeeze the fingers together. Finally, it was Margie at Lan's feet. Tony moved up to Lan's right side, I moved to her left, and we each took a slippery boob into our hand and kneaded them in unison, tweaking the nipple with between our fingers. Lan's hand flew to her pussy, and she started massaging the folds of her inner lips. Margie's hand glided up Lan's legs to her crotch, and she spread the outer folds with her own hands. Lan's body began to heave, her lungs gasping for air, her hand strumming her clit as Margie held the clitoral hood back. She gave a little scream, and to my astonishment I saw fluid jet up from her pussy, almost a foot it seemed to squirt. I knew women could lubricate heavily, and Maria had often drenched my cock with her cum, but this was the first time I had seen a cunt squirt like that. Tony reached across to give my dick a pull, but I waved him off; I told him that I would cum at the slightest touch. "I hear you, bro," he confessed with a grin. "I'm the same way right now." Then it was Margie's turn again. As she lay on her back, her breasts indeed flattened against her chest and hung down, their sides almost touching the table. "Oil my pussy, Lan," she pleaded. Lan spread the oil over Margie's vulva, rubbing it into that curly black hair, while my hands stroked the length of those strong legs. Margie brought her legs up and rotated her ass so that her asshole was off the table, and said "Joe?" I knew what she wanted. Dipping a finger into the oil, I finger-fucked her ass as she pressed three of her own fingers into her cunt. Meanwhile, Tony and Lan were oiling and massaging her huge breasts and belly; her dark skin glistened and glowed with the oil. "Oh, shit," said Margie. "Oh shit, oh, oh, oh..." and then her climax hit her like an express train and that great body trembled and spasmed, her ass lifting up and liberating the finger I'd planted there. Then she relaxed, and laughed. She spread wide, letting her lower legs and feet dangle over the side of the massage table. Her inner lips were in plain view, pink and wet. "Wow. Damn. That was hot. But weren't you guys supposed to have rotated by now?" "No problem," I said. "But let's do it now. I want at least one chance to play with one of those marvelous tits of yours." I moved to my left and took her right breast into my hand. "Yeah. Do that. Lan, you do the other one. Make me cum again. I need to cum again." "My mum always told me to do what a lady asks me to." I replied, and we all laughed. Margie settled back, brought her legs back onto the table, and we resumed. She did come again, not as intensely, as we pleasured her. The timer chimed for the final time. Dora, who had just cum herself, moved shakily into a sitting position and hugged Maria and Bret, and gave Clyde a kiss. "That was perfect!" she exulted. "That was exactly what I dreamed! Oh, God. Look at me! I'm a mess!" Her low breasts shone with oil and sweat, and her chest was flushed and red. "Well, are you guys ready to cum?" We all cheered in the affirmative. "Then ladies, why don't you give your masseurs their tip?" Margie smiled at Tony. "Do you think this table can support both our weights?" she asked as she spread her legs. "Only one way to find out," he said, as he clambered on. His dick impaled her before his weight was even on her, and her legs locked around his ass. I saw Dora welcoming Bret into her the same way. Maria grabbed Clyde. Standing, she lifted one leg and supported it on the lower rung of one of the oil tables, offering her bald pussy to him. Crouching slightly, he fitted his dick into it and then stood up, impaling her. Every other woman in the room took a man's penis into her charge, and the room went quiet again except for moans of male pleasure. Lan put her arms around my neck. "Lift me up," she said. I grabbed her legs, oil-slippery as they slipped up mine, and lifted her high; she wrapped her legs around me as I stood. "Higher," she said, and reached down for my dick. I lifted her a few more inches, and she guided my cock into her cunt, and I lowered her onto my now aching shaft. Another first for me; I'd never made it with anybody as light and agile as she was. As I raised and lowered her, I felt her pussy clench my cock as her oily breasts slid against my chest, nipples raking mine. Then I came with a tremendous spurt of semen, then another, then another. I squeezed her so tight that she protested, then giggled to let me know that I hadn't done any real harm. My cock softened and slid out, and she slid her slippery legs down mine, one at a time, and assumed a standing position once more. We held our bodies close for a little while longer and kissed, my hand stroking her vulva, catching the cum as it trickled out of her and rubbing it into her bush. "Did you cum?" I whispered. "Not that time," she said simply. "But, hey, who's complaining? You're a wonderful masseur. So much more gentle than Tony. You did great. And such a gentleman for asking. Maria is so lucky." By this time, even Tony's famous stamina had run out, and with a grunt he deposited his sperm into Margie's vagina. Margie kissed him tenderly and whispered something into his ear as he dismounted from her. And with that, the meeting was over. I don't know why, but this time our good-bye hugs seemed to be longer and more intense. Maybe it was the extended stimulation of the ladies, and maybe it was the sensation of oily bodies sliding against each other, but Anne and Helen in particular seemed to want to keep the action going, and couldn't keep their hands off my cock -- or anybody's cock, for that matter. By the time I showered and met Maria outside the clubhouse for the ride home, it was already getting hard again. Maria noticed it, and her hand went to my crotch. "You know, we've got a bottle of oil at the house," she grinned. "But first, I've got a cunny full of cum for you to eat. You hungry?" On the way home, I asked her how the Ladies Club got started. "Actually, it was Anne who started it," Maria began. "About five years ago, I think. She and Bret were swingers, but they got tired of that scene. Too much pressure to cum, not enough knowledge about the people they were screwing, too much jealousy, and she didn't feel in control. Anyway, she came across this thing on the Internet. I don't know whether it was a real club, or just somebody's erotic daydream, but she thought, 'We could do something like that.' What really turned her on about it was the play factor, plus the fact that the focus was on the ladies and not the men. "Bret was cool with it, so she recruited the first four members from her gym, and two or three more from the school where she taught. Word got around, and eventually Dora told me about it. She'd only joined a few meetings before I did." "How many are in it now?" I asked. "Or is that privileged information?" "Not at all. There are eighteen, maybe twenty ladies. But they don't all show up at the same time. Some are on the rag and don't want to come. And then there are the usual vacations, family things, and like that. I guess we average about ten or twelve members at meetings, and of course their partners. Tonight's turnout was low, but next time we'll have more again. You'll see." "Are all the ladies in committed relationships?" "Most of them are, I guess. At least, they keep showing up with the same partners. You have the usual break-ups and stuff, and women will drop out for a while and show up with a new partner, but we're pretty much all monogamists. It's funny ... when you can get all kinds of cock at the meetings, you really don't want to look elsewhere." Ladies Club Ch. 03 We got home, and I made a stop in the garage to retrieve a plastic tarp, which I spread over the bed. I then put a sheet over that. By that time, Maria came in, naked, holding the bottle of baby oil, and lay down on the bed. I gave her her second oil massage of the day, this time not avoiding her pussy. She was still excited from the afternoon's games, and felt that her labia and clit hadn't gotten enough attention, so I concentrated on them for awhile, lapping her prolific juice, mixed with Clyde's semen, as it oozed from her cunt. As I lapped, she stroked her oily abdomen and breasts, teasing her slippery nipples with her fingers and thumbs, and letting them pop out as she pinched them. Her orgasm came fast and hard. I slid my body up hers, ready to slip my cock into her, but she pushed me away. "No, dear. All day long you've been massaging women, and now it's your turn. Lay on your stomach." I obeyed, and she massaged me from my shoulders down to my heels. As she worked my muscles, I imagined how she looked as she crouched over me, her oily breasts dangling and swinging as she worked. She pulled my penis out from underneath my stomach, pointed it towards my feet, and massaged its underside until I was hard as a rock. "Now turn over," she commanded, and I rolled over to lay on my back, my cock pointing almost straight up. The lovely scene I had been imagining was suddenly there, big as life, her hair tumbling down from her head, her breasts swaying, her thighs gleaming with oil. She played with me as she massaged my legs and arms and chest, returning to my cock every few minutes. She knew from my breathing and the tenseness of my muscles just when I was at the point of climax, and again and again she brought me there and stopped just short, returning to massage my muscles as I groaned. She spritzed a final shot of oil onto my chest and lowered her own onto it; I could feel her breasts slide up and down my pecs as she masturbated her nipples on mine. She whispered in my ear, "Where do you want your load? In my mouth? On my tits? In my cunt?" "Your tits. Please. Tit-fuck me!" When I'd pussy-licked her moments before, I tasted the tang of menses and knew that she was just starting her period, and that her breasts were super-sensitive. "Oh, yes! I'd like that best!" And she slid her body down the length of mine, squeezed her oiled boobs together, and slipped my cock between them. Again she brought me to the point of orgasm, but this time she didn't back off. I gave a final thrust, and the head of my cock emerged from her tits. I convulsed as she squeezed, and semen spurted out, rope after rope, onto my oily chest. She slid forward, smearing the cum onto her tits. They touched my chin, and then she slid back downward, slipping my softening cock into her pussy. "Honey, I can't fuck you. I'm getting too soft." "That's all right. I just wanted to hug you there before you went limp," she said, and she gave me a little squeeze with her cunt muscles, milking the final bit of cum inside her. As we relaxed together in each other's arms, she purred. "Man, have my boobs had a workout today. Six hands ... no, eight hands! I think I could cum just from having my nips sucked." "Do you want to try it? I'm game." "Yeah! You've licked your cum from my pussy. Now tell me if it tastes different when you lick it off my tits!" And she slid off my cock and, propping herself on her arms, dangled her breasts over my face, nipples still erect. I guided her right nipple into my mouth, held the other breast in my right hand, and reached for her pussy with my free hand. Her eyes closed, and a smile spread across her face. I switched nipples, going back and forth between the two, as I finger-fucked her. After a few minutes, she climaxed again, a little one this time, and collapsed onto me. "That's what I want when my turn comes up to host the club again." "What's that, dear?" "A mouth on each nipple, and one on my clit." As it turned out, she didn't have to wait that long. But that's another story. Ladies Club Ch. 04 "That's what I want when my turn comes up to host the club again," Maria said one night, after we'd made love. "What's that, dear?" "A mouth on each nipple, and one on my clit." As it turned out, she didn't have to wait that long. And here's how it happened. It was one of those mornings when Maria and I both woke up horny. Usually I wake up with a hard-on, which disappears by the time I've slipped on my robe and headed for the bathroom. But Maria woke up first, and began playing with my cock to arouse me, in more ways than one. "Honey, can't I pee first?" I protested. "Not today. Today I make you suffer for a while." Saying this, she traced her finger up and down my cock's hard six inches, pinching her nipple with her free hand. Figuring that two can play that game, I slipped my own hand down toward her shaved pussy and let my finger run up and down her labia, stopping just before her clit, slipping it back down to the entrance of her vagina, then up again. She was already wet; she'd either had a hell of a wet dream or had been masturbating before I woke up. We lay that way for a while, wanking each other off while our mouths explored each other's neck. Eventually she rolled over onto her back, her heavy breasts flat against her chest, and she spread her legs. That was my signal to lie on top of her and press the cap of my cock into her pussy, feeling her inner lips against it. "Tease!" she cried, attempting to take more of it into her, but I kept backing away, just keeping the cap inside. She sighed and locked her legs around me, begging for more cock, and I gave it to her, a half an inch at a time. When I was three inches in, I felt her cunt muscles grab it. "Gotcha!" she giggled. "Oh, how shall I ever escape!" I protested in a falsetto voice, provoking more giggles. In a deep, gruff voice, she growled, "You'll never escape, my little friend. You must remain captive in my cave forever!" "Very well, then," I said, and suddenly thrust the remaining three inches into her. I felt her grab me all the harder as we giggled and mock-wrestled. This was a game we often played, especially on weekend mornings when we had nothing planned. I loved this woman for her marvelous sense of play, in bed as well as out of bed. It was natural for her to gravitate to sex games as she got older, and now that she had a couple of dozen people to play them with, she was bolder than ever. Echoing her growls, I began pumping in and out, and her giggles turned into deep breaths. I climaxed before she did, but she wasn't far behind, which was a good thing just then, because no sooner did she give a final gasp than the phone on the nightstand rang. The caller ID told us it was Bret and Anne, one of the couples who joined us in sex games at the Ladies Club (in fact, it was Anne who had founded the club). So Maria picked up the phone and hit the speaker button. "You were lucky you didn't call a minute before," she said. "We wouldn't have answered the phone." "Oh, I'm sorry," Anne said. "Were you still asleep?" "No," I said. "We were fucking. Maria just came." "JOE!" Maria cried in mock surprise. "Well, it's not that Bret and Anne don't fuck. We know they do. Sometimes they even fuck each other." We heard Anne laugh at the other end of the line. "As a matter of fact, we just finished fucking, too. Bret's in the bathroom, and I'm here on the bed with his cum dribbling out of me, making a mess." The mention of the bathroom brought me back to reality, and I excused myself, now that my cock was ready to perform its other function again. When I came back, Maria had her robe on. "Breakfast?" she said. "Sure. What did Anne have to say, except to brag about her love life?" "Well, the call was more serious than that. Anne was calling on her cell phone from a hotel. They had a fire in their house yesterday." "What? Are you kidding?" "I wish. They're fine, but the house had a lot of smoke damage and it'll be months before they can move back in." "Well, we have two spare bedrooms we're not using. How about having them use one of them for a while, until they get on their feet again?" "Actually, I think that would work. Anne works less than a block from me, and we have the same hours, and we both go to the gym after work. We could car-pool. And with the pressure off, Bret could take his time getting their house back in shape." We continued to discuss the matter. It never occurred to us that there might be a personality conflict. Anne and Maria had known each other for years, and Bret was as easy-going a guy as you could hope to meet. Besides, I'd fucked Anne at the Ladies Club functions and showered with Bret afterwards, and that give you an intimacy you don't usually get with people you haven't known long. But that brought up another question, which I asked them when they came over that afternoon to discuss the possibilities further. "Do you guys still swing?" I asked. "I'm not sure that Maria and I are ready for that scene." "Don't worry about that," Anne replied. "We're through with that. Too many worries. It's just the Ladies Club now." "We'll keep our sex to ourselves, and to our bedroom," Bret added. "We don't want to rock any boats." "What do you think?" I asked Maria. "Let's give it a try for a month or so. If it works out, we'll keep on with it for a while. If not, at least you've had a month where you didn't have to worry about a roof over your head." So we shook hands and sealed the deal, and they moved in the following day. We were all surprised at how well we worked together, taking turns with the cooking. Since Bret was a professional contractor, we gave him some of the fix-up projects that had needed attention since we bought the place some months ago. He was an excellent craftsman. I do have to admit there was some sexual tension, though. I often found myself lusting after Anne, whose tight petite body and come-hither lips would send any man reaching for his cock. And although Maria had to drop her habit of running around the house naked, she often would often wear nothing but a bra and panties, and after a few days Anne followed suit. I often caught Bret staring at Maria's voluptuous figure with a faraway look in his eyes. To be honest, I caught Anne staring at her the same way. It was strange ... we'd seen each other naked plenty of times at the games, but seeing the girls half-clothed somehow made it more erotic. To make things worse, Bret and Anne were noisy lovers, and when their climaxes came, the whole house knew about it. (Not that Maria and I were as quiet as mice, you understand.) The whole thing came to a head one night when Anne and I found ourselves in the kitchen at the same time, sharing a glass of wine. We had both been making love with our partners and we were in a state of post-coital bliss. As we stood up to say our good-nights, she tugged at the belt of my bathrobe and opened it, letting her own robe fall open, and we did a lingering full-frontal hug and good-night kiss. It was more tenderness than lust; after what we'd just been through, there wasn't much lust left in either of us. But this display of affection left my head spinning. This was a different Anne, a softer and more romantic Anne, from the one I'd humped so energetically and publicly at the Club meetings. There were only two ways to address this problem: live with the tension or succumb to it. I decided to force the issue after a couple of weeks, when the ladies were gone. "Bret, Maria's birthday is Saturday, and there's something I'd like to ask of you and Anne." "You want to have some time alone? No problem." "It's not that. After the last Ladies Club meeting, Maria told me about a fantasy she's had, about getting pleasured orally by three people. That's not the sort of thing the club can accommodate, but the three of us could do it. Are you game?" Bret was silent for a minute. "Well, that kind of crosses a line that we drew when we moved in here. But I'd go for it, and I think Anne would go for it. The question is: how do you feel about it? It's one thing for me to be getting Maria off in the course of our games, but to do it here in your own house ... I mean, would it stop with oral sex? Would we go further? Would we regret it?" It was my turn to be reflective. After a while, I spoke again. "I'd thought of that. There's all sorts of ways that this could go ... you and Maria, me and Anne, Maria and Anne, maybe even you and me, which I know you'd like even though I haven't done it with a guy before. But we're all mature people. I'd like to try it, at least this thing with Maria's birthday wish, and after that we'll see where it goes." "It's funny," Bret mused. "In our swinging days, we'd do a lot of wife-swapping. I never thought I'd be going back to that. But it's different now. I care for you and Maria in a way I've never cared for those other couples. With them it was just fucking, and we'd never really socialize with them in any other context. But we live with you guys, we've come to know you as people, and we really like you. In a way, it's like having two spouses ... three spouses, actually, counting you, and something is telling me that it's dangerous territory. But like you say, we're mature people. If it turns out bad for one of us, we should be honest enough to face it like adults. Let's try it. I'll ask Anne." And he did, and Anne liked the idea, too. So Bret and I made the arrangements. After dinner on Saturday, Anne and Bret "went out for the evening," leaving Maria and me at home. (They didn't get far before they circled back and let themselves in quietly at the back door. Then, when Maria was in the bathtub, they crept back into their room, stripped naked, and cuddled while they waited for my knock on the door.) When Maria got out of the bath, I was waiting for her. I was naked myself as I passed her a towel. "I've got something special for you in the bedroom," I whispered to her as I dried her off. Then I handed her a blindfold. Maria took it, and looked at me questioningly. "Trust me," I said. She smiled and put the blindfold on, and I led her to the bed. "Lay on your stomach," I said. I then took some massage oil and spread it over her back and ass and legs, rubbing it in. I felt her muscles relax as my hands worked their magic. "Turn over." She rolled over onto her back, and I likewise anointed her belly and breasts and cunt. She spread her legs, and I thrust first one finger, then two, then three into her pussy. She was definitely aroused, breathing heavily. "Just a second," I said. "I have to get something for you." With that, I slipped out of the room and knocked gently on the guest bedroom door. Bret opened it. His cock was hard. He came out, followed by Anne, whose nipples jutted out from her small breasts like gumdrops. Both hugged me quickly, and then followed me into the bedroom. "I'm back," I said. Then I climbed onto the bed and spread Maria's legs further, exposing the beautiful inner lips of her pussy. I lowered my head to her crotch, my tongue probing for her inner labia. I licked them slowly, caressingly, my tongue tracing up one and down the other, savoring the taste of the oil and her juices. At times I would give the tip of her clit a flick, then plunge my tongue into her vagina before resuming the pattern. Meanwhile, she was playing with her breasts, kneading them, pushing them together, pulling at the nipples. I lifted my head from Maria's crotch and shifted my weight on the bed, as if I were changing positions, and nodded to Bret. He moved Maria's hand aside and began sucking one of her nipples. Maria smiled, and moved her hand down to her cunt. Then I nodded to Anne. Anne took the other nipple into her mouth and began sucking with the same tempo Bret was using; they were holding hands and Bret was squeezing Anne's hand to set the tempo. Maria started ... one too many mouths here! How could that be... Then I moved Maria's hand from her pussy and resumed lapping at her cunt lips. Three mouths! At last Maria caught on, and laughed. "Joe, you rascal! You told them my fantasy!" Each of them released a nipple to kiss a cheek. "Happy birthday, Maria," Bret murmured, followed by Anne. They then returned to the nipples they were sucking. "Shut up and enjoy it, dear," I said. This advice was unnecessary; already she was writhing in ecstasy as three mouths sucked at her, three tongues flicking at nipples and clit. Somehow the blindfold fell off, which was all right, since it had served its purpose, and now we could see Maria's eyes shining with love and lust all at once. She climaxed, hard. My chin was suddenly drenched as she spurted her juice. Her orgasm must have lasted for minutes, and at last she pushed Bret and Anne from her breasts. "I never thought my nips could get over-stimulated. Wow. Now I know." And then she laughed and laughed. "Wow. Thank you SO much!" Anne crawled into bed with her and hugged her, kissing her hard on the mouth. Maria responded by taking one of Anne's breasts and caressing it. I'd never seen girl-girl action before (except in the pornos, of course), and to see two women I'd lusted after locked in each other's embrace was almost more than I could bear. Bret was reacting the same way; our cocks were leaking cum almost continuously. "Maria, we have another present for you," Anne said softly. "How would you like to have my husband's cock in you? This is a present from both of us." Maria looked up at me in surprise. I nodded, and she smiled. "Well, all right, but on one condition. We can't leave Joe out. Anne, would you be so kind as to relieve the pressure on his poor cock?" "It's the least I could do," Anne said. "But I don't think this bed's big enough for all four of us. Why don't Joe and I leave you two to your own devices?" With that, she stood up and grabbed me by the dick. I had just enough time to see Bret climb into bed and slide his cock into Maria's cunt before Anne pulled me out of the bedroom. No sooner were we in the hall before Anne hugged me hard, pushing her own hairy cunt against my cock. I realized that she was just as frustrated as I was, giving pleasure for the last half hour but receiving none. Now she was an animal, all lust and ferocity. We somehow managed to get to her bedroom without unclasping, and she pulled me down onto the bed where she and Bret had been in a lover's embrace just an hour before. "No foreplay," she snapped. "Just cock. Right now." She spread her legs, and her pussy gaped at me, already streaming with her cum. I slid into her, marveling at her tightness. Those small titties of hers were pressed into my chest, her nipples stabbing at my pecs. "Fuck me hard," she growled. I increased my tempo and we rutted like animals. I'd seen her like this at the Ladies Club meetings, but this was different. There it was in front of people, and now it was just for me, with no time limit. I lasted about ten minutes, which surprised me, since I thought that I would cum just seconds after entering her. She herself had started cumming almost immediately, and started those gasps and screams that I had come to know so well from behind the wall. As my orgasm hit, I responded with a roar of my own as I pumped my sperm into that tight cunt, now even tighter with the spasm of her own orgasm. Then we relaxed and, with my softening cock still in her cunt, we kissed tenderly. It was almost a reprise of that loving, gentle kiss we shared in the kitchen that night, the first one a promise, this one the fulfillment of that promise. Did I feel that I'd somehow betrayed Maria, now deep in lust with Anne's husband? Not at all. I still loved Maria with a depth that I could never feel with Anne, but I now felt a kinship with the smaller woman that I would never have felt otherwise, almost a brotherly feeling. I could only hope that the same sort of relationship was developing on the other side of the bedroom wall. As we snuggled, Anne talked about all sorts of things: what Bret meant to her, what the Ladies Club meant to her, what Maria and I meant to her. I'd never met anybody as honest and open as she was. Eventually my dick started to harden again, and she slid on top of me and I felt it glide into her vagina. As she slid back and forth, she caught me looking at her small breasts, just barely full enough to swing slightly. "Do you wish they were bigger?" she asked. "No, they're perfect." "But Maria's are perfect, too, right? And they're three times the size." "No comparison, dear. Perfection doesn't have anything to do with size. Is an arrangement for full orchestra more perfect than an arrangement for a string quartet?" She smiled. "Good answer. You pass the test." We continued to thrust slowly, gently, in contrast to the physical intensity of our earlier fuck. I stroked her back, from neck to ass. "I know Bret loves me, but I also know he likes big boobs. I bet he's begging Maria to tit-fuck him right now." "He'd be a fool not to. She loves to do it, and she's good at it. No use having the equipment if you don't use it." "There's one thing you should know," she said to me. "I usually don't have two really big orgasms in a row. So don't feel you have to make me cum. Just go with the flow, and cum when you like, Joe. I will never fake an orgasm with you to make you feel that you've done your job. I used to do that a lot, back in our swinging days. Every guy seemed to need to know that he got me off big time, so it was easier to pretend to cum to get it over with, but I always hated to lie. So I don't." As she spoke, her eyes gazed into mine. "Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to make it better for you." "You're doing fine already. But I'm going to sit up so I can diddle my clit while we fuck." And she did. I stroked the front of her thighs as she bounced up and down on my cock, breasts bobbing; her fingers tugged at her clitoral hood, and occasionally slipped down to squeeze my cock. I watched her close her eyes, focusing on the sensations at her groin, gathering energy for another climax, this one small, but enough to send me over the edge to my own. Later that night, Anne and I got peckish and I went back to my room to get my robe. Maria and Bret were curled up together, still awake, cuddling and talking. They smiled at me as I walked in. I saw the sperm glistening just underneath Maria's chin, and I smiled, too; Anne certainly knew her husband. I invited them to join us in the kitchen, and they got up, their bodies glowing from their lovemaking. Anne came in with her own robe on and Bret's on her arm, and we all trooped into the kitchen. Just before we sat down, Anne brought us all together in a group hug, opening our robes and letting us all feel each other's bodies pressing together. I felt my cock stirring again; I looked down to see Bret's doing the same. "This is what Anne did to me the first night we were together," he said. "This is her way of saying 'It's OK for us to be intimate with each other.'" Anne smiled, and I suddenly understood that kiss in the kitchen. She'd planned it all along. Ladies Club Ch. 05 Well, I've told you about some of the previous activities of the Ladies Club, so there's not a lot for me to add. It continues to be a place where couples can engage in sexual games with people other than their usual partners, where the women arrange the games and call the shots, and where the emphasis is on teasing and flirting, not fucking (although fucking often happens at least once during the course of the games). It's based on the concept that group sex should be adventurous and fun, if you leave a few hang-ups about jealousy at the door. Most of us are in committed relationships, but the understanding is that the club is the one place where the commitment takes a back seat to the sex. Membership in the club has made a huge difference in my lovely Maria's personality. She was no longer the shy, modest teenager who worried about her weight. Now she's a voluptuous rakehell who thinks nothing of being naked in front of up to two dozen people. And what's a guy's idea of heaven, if not being in the same room with a dozen amorous naked ladies like that? But there was another difference in our relationship when Anne, the founder of the club, and her husband Bret moved into our house last month. To be frank, we've started to think of ourselves not as two pairs, but as a foursome. That was due to what happened at Marie's birthday, when we gave her a six-hand (and three-mouth) massage, end ended up swapping partners for the night. That was my first real taste of Anne as a lover rather than as a sex partner, and I wanted more. I talked to Maria about it the next day, and told her so. She confessed that he felt the same way about Bret. Since Bret and Anne had been swingers in the past, this wasn't entirely new territory for them, but it was for me and Maria, so we spent the next few days gently probing their feelings about this. To my surprise, Anne didn't have any problem with a "menage a quatre;" she was willing to share Bret as long as Maria would share me. That left only Bret, and we could see by the way he stared at Maria from time to time that he wouldn't be hard to bring on board. And he wasn't. That night, we proposed the new arrangement to them, and when they agreed, we broke out the champagne. Then we all disrobed and Maria and Anne took turns masturbating us men to hardness, one hand on each cock. After a few minutes of this, Anne took me aside and gave me a full-tongue kiss, and Maria took that as a sign to go ahead with Bret. "How do we do the bedrooms?" Maria asked. "Well, last time, we let the ladies stay in their bedrooms, Anne replied. "This time, let's let the men stay in theirs, and switch the women. I hate to leave a bed unexplored." "That's my Anne," said Bret. And we all adjourned to our bedrooms. This time, it started out as oral play, with me demonstrating my ability to induce orgasms with my tongue. I had her squealing in no time. She played with her apple-sized titties as I ate her, and in a few minutes she came, hard. After that, she blew me to return the favor, and then kept sucking on my soft cock until I was hard again. Because this wasn't Ladies Club fun and games, we had all the time in the world, and she loved teasing me back to full erection, a millimeter at a time. When I was completely hard again, she mounted me, put my cock inside her, and just used me as a fuck-toy until I came again. Just as I came, she leaned back to give me full penetration, as well as a little more pressure on her G-spot. Then she slapped her clit with her fingers, three times in a row, and climaxed herself. Her muscles must have been aching from fucking in such an extended stance, but she didn't seem to care. After hard fucking, she liked cuddling, and she and I just nestled into each other's arms. I traced my finger around the butterfly tat under her navel, and she drew circles around my nipples as we chatted. She confided that Bret didn't always pay enough post-orgasmic attention to her, so she was grateful for the attention. She remarked to me about how lucky Maria was to bag me. I murmured something about Bret being a lucky, lucky man. After that, it became our habit to go nude in the house, all four of us. If a man became aroused, whichever female who was closest was the one who serviced him, and got serviced in return. The girls did pretty well at spreading the available pussy around. Anne once asked me how I learned to be so good at giving head, and I told her that Maria taught me everything I knew about the subject. So she asked Maria to give Bret lessons as well. To be honest, most of the improvement came from her being able to let Bret know what she wanted, which she couldn't do before. For our most recent meeting of the club, we all drove in one car with Maria driving, Bret in the front seat, and Anne and me in the back. Anne took the opportunity of feeling me up in the back seat. When Bret heard the sound of a zipper being opened, he glanced back and said, "Take it easy, folks! You don't want to get Joe too excited, or he may cum before the festivities start!" "No problem, dear. I'm just getting him ready, that's all." We arrived, showered, gathered in the country club's main room, and waited for the others to arrive. As usual, we men stood around naked, stroking our cocks to hardness as we waited for the women to come out of the shower. By the time everybody had arrived, there were eleven of us, which meant that an equal number were in the women's shower area. They seemed to be taking a lot more time than usual in the showers, so I spent the time examining how the furnishings in the room had been rearranged; now there were ten padded armchairs arranged in a circle. The chairs were much higher than standard chairs, their short legs having been replaced with much longer ones. There was a cushion in front of each chair. Finally, the girls trooped out in a unit, and I realized with a shock that each of them had a bare pussy. "What's going on?" I wondered silently. When we'd all assembled, Anne addressed the group. "I know that you're Mistress of the Games this time, Angela, but before we start, I have an announcement to make. For the past few weeks, Bret and I have been living with Joe and Maria. To make a long story short, we've become a foursome." This news was greeted with scattered applause and murmurs of good will. "Thank you! But here's the issue. At the Club meetings, we don't consort with our usual partners. But now that Joe is my 'usual partner' as well as Bret, should I refrain from consorting with him at the games? I'll put it to a vote." "Gee, Anne," Lan protested. "You founded the club, you get to make the rules!" "Well, I feel more comfortable if we came to some sort of mutual agreement." Angela, a trim Black woman with long legs and prominent tits, chimed in. "Actually, we don't have to decide right now. It doesn't really make any difference in tonight's game. I'll explain why in a moment, but here's the rundown on the game. "You'll have to forgive us girls for taking longer in the shower than usual. As you see, we've all gone bare-pubes, and this is why: the game is going to be 'Taste the Pussy.' We all know that we girls taste different...thanks, guys! ... but I wondered how good you men would be at telling them apart if you were blindfolded. So we're going to test you. Now that we're all bare down there, you'll have to go by how our pussies feel and taste. "Now I happen to be on the rag today, so I'll disqualify myself." she said, pointing at the string that protruded from her cunt. "Any guy with two taste buds should be able to tell me apart from the rest of the ladies! So Denise has agreed to loan me Brian as my assistant. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him! He won't be disappointed! "The first round will be the guys' chance to get to know us. The ladies will all sit in the chairs, and the guys will have four minutes to pleasure them with their mouths and tongues. They'll get to hold our knees, but that and their mouths on our pussies are the only contact allowed. After four minutes, each guy moves one chair to his right, until he's had a chance to taste every girl's pussy. Are we all clear? Let's get started. Girls, take your seats! Guys, take the girl who's seated to the right of your usual partner, and let's begin!" As Angela passed around bottles of mineral water to the guys (to "help cleanse our palates," she said with a grin), the girls mounted their chairs, draped their legs over the armrests, and slid their bodies forward until their cunts were at the edge of their chairs. The sight of all those bare pussies gaping at us was enough to make us rock-hard, even without our usual "fluffing." I found myself looking at Margie, a Rubenesque Black woman with huge breasts that now lay flat and tumbled down the side of her chest. I heard the timer ring, and started lapping at her slit, feeling the size of her clit and her inner lips and tasting her unique combination of sweat and juices. After four minutes, I was sure that I could pick her cunt out of the crowd. The timer chimed again, so I gave her pussy a last kiss and moved on to the next woman, an older white woman named Helen, who had been my consort at the first club meeting I attended. She already knew from experience how good a cunt-licker I was, and she said, "Don't disappoint me, Joe!" as she presented her quim to me. And so we went around the circle. I had now idea how different women's pussies could be. Each one had its own distinctive taste, as complex as any wine, with varying overtones of musk, honey, perfume, and soap. Some of them had almost no traces of inner lips; others had lips that blossomed forth like petals on a flower. Some had small, sensitive clits, and others had large ones that you could suck on. Even after using the water to refresh my taste buds, I despaired of keeping them all straight after a while. By the time I finished the circuit, all the ladies were both breathing and lubricating heavily. The smell of pussy was strong in the room, and most of the girls were close to orgasms. The last lady was a newcomer who had plump tits with areolas the size of half dollars, blond hair, and blue-green eyes, like turquoise. "Hi!" I said. "I'm Joe." "I'm Darlene," she purred. "I'm glad to meet you. Are you guy Doris talks about, the one with the talented tongue?" "Uh, oh! My reputation's preceded me! Now I have to live up to it!" "Well, do your best, honey." And so I did. She actually came in my mouth, wetly. I glanced over at the fellow she had come with, a tall athletic man named Gary, but he was too busy with a slim Asian woman named Lan to notice. "These guys are going to fit right in," I thought. Then we took a short break, to let the ladies calm down a little. Angela passed around more bottles of water. After the break, the contest itself started. First, we rearranged the chairs to form two circles of five chairs. Then we men were blindfolded and separated into two teams of five. To make the blindfolds more effective, the room was also darkened. "I'm going to assign you five ladies for your team. The only thing you'll know about them is that none of them will be your usual partner. The idea is that you pleasure them for five minutes. The girls will have slates and chalk to record your guess as to who they are. Right guesses get you a point. Wrong guesses or not guessing give you no points. "Joe and Bret are going to be on one team, which means that Marie and Anne will be assigned to the other team, so you won't be at any advantage over the other guys. Shall we start? OK!" I felt my arm being pulled, and I followed Angela (or was it Brian?) over to one of the chairs. My hand was placed on a knee, and my free hand found my woman's other knee. I heard the bell chime, and went to her pussy at once. I felt the inner lips and clit with my tongue, noting their size. My tongue lapped her slit, savoring her taste. Big clit, average lips, slight tang, overtones of honey and molasses. Denise? Probably. "Denise," I said as the four minutes were up. I heard something written on the chalkboard. I heard Angela say, "OK, guys. Move one seat to your right." I moved over and groped out for the leg of the next woman. I found it and slid my hand up to her knee. The bell chimed again to start the "second round." This girl was really flowing. Big inner labia, tiny little clit. A very slight fishy taste, hardly noticeable but there. Now who was that woman? Vickie? Gail? Dora? Damn, I should have been paying better attention! Whoever it was, my tongue was enough to bring her to a climax, and I felt her legs suddenly spasm and shudder under my hands. All around me, I heard whimpers and gasps as other women also succumbed to their orgasms. I eventually picked Dora, almost at random. I heard a chuckle from my consort as she made a note on the clipboard. The next two were a little more distinctive, with musky odors that I remembered well. But my last woman was a complete blank. Both her cunt and her clit were average size, and there was nothing distinctive about her pussy odor. At last, I thought I caught a scent of lavender. Who used lavender soap? Lan did, I thought. So I said her name. "OK, friends!" I heard Angela say. "Men, stand up and get yourselves hard, but don't take off your blindfolds. Ladies, it's time to give these boys some relief!" I was already hard -- indeed, for the past hour I had never really gone soft -- and I felt a hand grab my cock and pull it forward. My consort guided it into her cunt, and I leaned forward to slide it in all the way. Damn! It wasn't Lan's! Not tight enough! But who? Not that I cared at this point. My whole body cried out for relief, and I could manage only seven or eight strokes before I felt myself cumming, emptying a load of jizz into that mystery cunt. I felt her Kegel muscles clamping on to my cock, squeezing it dry. "Blindfolds off!" Angela cried. I felt hands reach behind me to untie the knot. The bandanna slipped off my eyes and I found myself staring into eyes of turquoise blue. I glanced down Darlene's body, now flushed red with passion. I glanced at the other women in my circle, and found to my relief that Darlene was the only one I got wrong. Within seconds, every man had come. "Clean up time!" Angie barked, and I dropped to my knees again and lapped my cream as it trickled from Darlene's pussy. As I worked, her hands kneaded her plump breasts and twisted her nipples, and she came with a little shudder. I looked across the room and her husband was looking at her with a big smile on his face, his own mouth smeared with the cum he had just licked off Anne's snatch. I kissed Darlene on the mouth and said, "Welcome to the club!" She kissed back, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth and giggling. The slates were collected, and the results punched into Angela's laptop. "Team B is the winner, with nineteen points. Two of their members, George and Steve, got perfect fives. Team A got seventeen points. Only Jose got a perfect score on that team. There were a few fours, and the rest of you got at least one. Good work, guys!" "Didn't you promise me something, Angela?" Brian asked. "Oh, yeah. Come here, and let me take care of that hard-on!" She then proceeded to kneel in front of him and give him a blowjob, which the other girls encouraged with hoots and shouts. "A show! A show!" I heard Anne cry. Angela obliged by removing her mouth from Brian's cock and finishing him off with her hands, resulting in a gush of cum that spurted in gob after gob from his cock and landed on her tits and belly. We all clapped as he acknowledged us with a blush and a smile. And then the "meeting" was adjourned, and we all trooped back to our separate shower areas. As usual, Bret and Tony shared a shower-head, rubbing their cocks together as they hugged. On the way home, it was my turn to drive and Maria and Bret's turn to neck in the back. We pulled into the driveway and piled out. Both girls were horny as hell, and we soon had our clothes off again. Maria took two blankets and laid them on the thick shag carpeting in the living room. Then she grabbed Bret and pulled him down onto her, and they coupled in the missionary position as soon as his erection was at full mast. As he slid into her, she raised those perfect legs straight up into the air and spread them wide. Meanwhile, Anne had pushed me down on my back, sucked me to hardness, and then impaled herself on my shaft, riding me cow-girl style. I had wondered if I would recover from the last orgasm with Darlene quickly enough, but the sight of Anne's naked body was enough to inflame me. Her bald pussy, combined with her light frame and apple-sized breasts, reminded me of how she might have looked when she was just into her teens, and I found myself hard in a flash. Her hand pinched and fondled her clit as she rode me, and I stroked her legs as she bounced up and down. I felt her cunt muscles tighten on my cock. That girl could break walnuts with her Kegels, I bet. I heard Maria wail out, announcing her climax, followed by Bret's roar as he gave a final thrust into her, his balls scraping the blanket on the floor. Then Anne came with a scream of her own, and I felt her juices running down my cock onto my balls. That was enough to send me over the brink, and my cock pulsed with my seed again and again, with each pulse echoed by a squeeze of her cunt muscles. Then Anne got up off me, my cock slipping out of her with a plop. "I'm thirsty," she said, and went into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a freshly opened bottle of wine in one hand, four plastic glasses in the other, and my cum running down her right leg. By this time, I was at Maria's cunt, sucking Bret's sperm up as it welled from her. I'd eaten her out lots of times, and was used to the taste of her pussy, both with and without my semen coming out of it. But now there was a new flavor, and the day's games had opened up my senses to all sorts of new, exciting ways for a pussy to taste like. "Of all the pussies I've tasted today, yours is the sweetest!" I declared. "And Bret's jizz is the icing on the cake!" We drank the wine and chatted for a while, with the girls discussing how it felt like to be eaten by ten guys in a row, and the guys comparing pussies. Then we got up, stretched, and prepared and ate dinner without bothering to dress. By dessert time, we were ready for more action, so we said our goodnights. Anne hugged me close, pressing her little tits into my chest and her bald pussy against my cock while Bret kissed Maria goodnight in a similar fashion. Then Bret surprised my by giving me a hug and a mouth-to-mouth kiss, and squeezing my hardening cock. In response, I took his cock, so much like mine in size and shape, into my own hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "So you like the taste of my cum," he chuckled. "We'll make a real bi-boy out of you yet!" I smiled back, thinking that if there was ever a guy I would want to jerk off, or have jerking me off, it would be Bret. And then we parted company, and Maria and I made love again in our bed. This time, it was leisurely, with no great rush to climax. Her clit was still in overdrive from the day's sport, so I pleasured her by sucking on those huge nipples of hers and running a finger up her vagina, tickling her G-spot. I took my time, and it was almost an hour before she came with her last climax of the day, but it was a huge one for her. And then it was my turn to slip my cock into her -- the third pussy it had visited that day -- and spew my final load into her womb. And then we fell asleep in each other's arms. Before she nodded off, she murmured, "Good game today!" "Sure was," I replied drowsily. "Did you mean what you said about my pussy tasting best?" "I sure did." "And about Bret's jizz?" Ladies Club Ch. 05 "Yup." "Maybe that should by our next game: 'Taste the Jizz.' What do you think?" "Hmm. Guys tasting, or gals tasting?" "Gals. I bet we'd do better than you did. It's a well-known fact that we have better senses of smell and taste." "Do you think that we guys could produce enough for a sample for everybody?" "I dunno. That could be a problem. Lemme think about it." But she didn't have to, because somebody else did. But that's another story. Ladies Club Ch. 06 When I joined Maria's "Ladies Club" and joined in their games, I found myself in the regular company of up to a dozen naked, horny women. Woof! The fact that I was one of up to a dozen equally horny men took a little getting used to, but I coped, and soon found myself appreciating the sight of hard cock almost as much as the ladies did. But our games remained strictly heterosexual for the men and, usually, for the ladies as well, although the latter had little reluctance keeping each other amused during those time when we men had to recover. By that time, Bret and Anne had been sharing our house for months, and were seriously discussing selling their own house once the fire damage had been repaired and moving in with us permanently. I had no objection, since having regular access to Anne's tight pussy had become a habit I couldn't easily break. But Maria still wanted to adopt some children, and we realized that our house wasn't big enough for four adults and a bunch of kids. So we let the current situation slide for a while as we took our time looking for larger houses at the right price. And frankly, none of us were willing to forsake our current life-style of running around naked and fucking each other whenever the mood hit us. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd come home to find Maria sucking some naked guy to orgasm on our bed, but now that the guy turned out to be Bret, I'd just smile and undress, knowing that I'd be next. Don't get me wrong, though. I'd be screwing Maria as much as I'd be screwing Anne, and the same went for Bret. And Maria especially loved being fucked by one man while the other man and Anne would suck on her magnificent boobs. That always gave her a climax that would leave her wobbly for hours. And one night, I heard Anne and Bret calling me to their bedroom. There they were, Anne lying supine on the bed, smiling at me, and Bret underneath her with his dick up her ass. "Come on, Joe! Fuck my cunt!" she cried as she spread her legs. I clambered on the bed and entered that tight little pussy, and I swear I could feel Bret's cock moving inside her ass as I pumped her cunt. I came almost right away, even before Bret, from the sheer novelty of the situation. Anne felt my climax and it helped her over the edge, and she gave that panther screech that I had come to love so much. That brought Maria in, and she wanked herself as she stood there watching the show, her eyes burning with lust. We all got up and took a shower, and then Maria gave me one of the best fucks of my life. "Would you like me or Bret to fuck you in the ass sometime?" I asked her after we'd both climaxed. "No. I tried it once, and it didn't work for me. But if Anne wants it, feel free. Just be clean about it." That's my Maria! Well, there was one night when neither one of the ladies wanted to screw us. It was the night just before one of the Ladies Club meetings. We asked them why, and they just smiled. "Don't jack off, either," they told us. What was up? Bret and I looked at each other, and the ladies laughed. "You'll see," they promised. The last time Maria asked me something like this was before my first visit to the Ladies Club, and it turned out to be a cum-shooting contest! I wondered if the Mistress of the Games had decided to have another one like that. We arrived at the clubhouse, where we saw that six couches had been arranged in two circles of three couches apiece, plus another one off to the side. What caught our eye, though, was a table in the center of the room that held some boxes of tissue, two small wire baskets, a large box of condoms, and an apothecary's scale. As usual, the men were naked and hard, and the women were naked and wet. When all the attendees had arrived, Margie addressed the group. She was a "full-figured" African-American woman with a body like a fertility goddess, all big ass and heavy breasts that swung as she walked, and tonight she was Mistress of the Games. "It's my turn to run the games tonight, and the game is to find out which men can cum the most jizz. We don't want to hurt anybody's feelings, so we'll be breaking up into teams. So if any man doesn't 'cum up to expectations...'" A laugh came up from the crowd..."his teammates can make up for him. Understood?" We all nodded. "Now we want to have a level playing field, so when we've broken up into teams, I'm going to indulge a little fantasy I've had. All seven of you men are going to jack off onto my tits. You guys can either do it solo or have your female teammates jack you off. That way, I can make sure each of you has a fresh start when the game really starts!" The teams were quickly formed, based on rosters that Margie had already drawn up. I found myself teamed with Bret, Darlene, Lan, a new woman named Sharon, and Margie's husband George. Steve, a young Black man with a muscled frame and a small dick, was the "odd man out," but Margie told him that she'd make sure he got some action as well. Then Margie lay down on the floor and the men circled around her. I felt Lan come up behind me, pressing her small tits into my back as she reached around for my cock. Bret was to my left, being similarly administered to by Darlene. George, a stout Black man with a graying hair and beard who was Margie's husband, elected to "go solo" but Steve asked Sharon to jerk him off, and she agreed with a grin. She was a young white brunette with C-cup tits and an overbite; she was accompanied to the party by a bespectacled Asian gentleman with a wispy beard, a ready smile, and a thick penis that Anne was already milking with gusto. It was my first "bukkake" experience, and I was cumming within minutes, followed by the rest of the men in quick succession. The spurts of cum rained down on Margie's huge chocolate-brown breasts with their dark nipples, and she rubbed the jizz in to make them glisten in the light. As I saw the jizz gush out of Steve's cock and splash down on Margie's tits, I regretted that those balls of his wouldn't be helping us to victory. "Now comes the fun part for us girls," Margie said as she stood up, lifted up her breasts, and licked off all the cum she could reach. "The men will have an hour and a half to re-charge. During that time, I expect them to make the women in their group cum at least twice. You can do it any way you please, with your tongues or your fingers or your cocks, as long as you don't cum yourself. Ladies, make sure they get hard fast and stay hard for the next ninety minutes. At the end of that time, have them put on a rubber, and be sure that they cum into the rubber. Now let the games begin! Who wants to lick the rest of the cum off my tits?" And for the next ninety minutes, our teams made love to our team members. We agreed that each woman would tease a man in fifteen-minute "shifts," and then rotating partners, so that each woman would have two shifts with each man. We flipped coins, and my first pairing was with Darlene. I remembered her well from the last games, teasing her with my tongue and finally pumping my sperm into her cunt. She remembered me, too, and said, "Eat me, Joe." And I did. Then it was Lan's turn. By that time, my dick was hard again, and she pushed me onto the couch, climbed aboard, and impaled herself on my rod. She was as tight as ever, and I marveled at how fast she'd been aroused enough to provide the necessary lubrication. George must have been a hell of a finger-fucker! She bounced up and down on my dick, her small breasts bouncing along with her, until I complained that she was getting me too stimulated. She laughed, disengaged her cunt from my cock, and spent the last few minutes getting finger-fucked to orgasm. And then it was my turn with the new girl. Her most striking feature was her pussy, ringed with trimmed hair and sporting two of the longest inner labia that I had ever seen. I asked to sample them, and she smiled; she was obviously no stranger to oral sex. I delighted in sucking those lips, but she got overstimulated and asked me to pay some attention to her nipples instead. I had just about coaxed to her to another orgasm when the fifteen-minute timer went off, so I turned over that task to Bret. I got back to Darlene, and she insisted on having my cock inside her for just a few strokes, which was all I could manage without cumming. But they were enough to send her into an orgasm, those beautiful turquoise eyes suddenly welling with tears of pleasure. Since I was becoming rapidly overstimulated, so I motioned Steve over, and Darlene gave him a bit of oral to keep him hard. Lan was next again. She wanted oral, too, but told me to be easy on her clit, since it was hypersensitive. Her pussy was flowing by now, the result of at least one more orgasm since my last stint with her. I contented myself with lapping at her slit as she purred in pleasure. By now, the cries of women in the throes of orgasm were all around the room, ringing in my ears. I could pick out Anne's screech, followed by Maria's own distinctive growl. And then, it was Sharon again. She'd also just cum, from George's talented dick, and wanted more nipple play. As I toyed with her breasts, she slipped the condom onto my cock, and then she grabbed those amazing cunt lips and pulled them apart, showing a hole gaping wide and dribbling her own cum down onto her asshole. I was in and thrusting, marveling at how tight she was even after being fucked on and off for the last hour, including her stint with George's thick cock just moments ago. I finally ejaculated into her only seconds before the timer went off for the last time. The women each had two tissues. With the first, Sharon wiped her juices off my condom-covered cocks. Then she removed the condom, wiped my dick clean with the second sheet, and stuffed that one into the condom. The only man not receiving this treatment was Steve; since his sperm wouldn't count toward a score, he got the privilege of riding Margie bareback. But Margie used her tissues to blot the semen trickling down her leg. "Child, if you'd been in the games, your team would have won!" she said. "Just look at this mess!" Margie collected the condoms, putting each team's into a separate identical basket. Then she placed each basket on the scales. "The baskets both weigh the same, right down to the milligram," she said. "And while we didn't weigh the condoms or the tissues, we're assuming that they're identical as well. So the only differences should be in the sperm loads themselves. "Basket number one is...five thousand, two hundred and twenty-seven milligrams. That's including the basket, guys!" We all laughed. "Basket number two is...are you ready? Five thousand, three hundred and seventy-four milligrams. So the Winner is Team Two!" We on our team shook our heads in mock disappointment at our loss. "I shouldn't have cum so hard the first time," I moaned. "That's all right, Joe!" Lan said as she kissed me. "We know you've got it when it counts!" And then we separated and showered. For once, no man could muster another hard-on, and our showers were more businesslike than usual. Bret's usual shower-mate Tony hadn't shown up this time, so he didn't have that distraction. By and by, we were all back in the car heading home. "It was strange using rubbers again," Anne said. "Just like back in high school, before Mom put me on the pill. Do you guys really hate them so much? I can't really feel much difference." "Yeah, usually," I replied. "But tonight it actually helped me. That last round would have finished me off in no time, but I think the rubber made me last a little longer." "So what did you think of whatshername's cunt? The new girl." "Sharon? She's a goer, all right. Did you see those lips?" "Oh, God, yes! How does she keep them out of the way?" "It wasn't a problem. In fact, I'm looking to riding them 'bareback' some time. I could feel them slide up and down with my dick, even through the rubber." Maria pouted. "Well, I'm not getting surgery to make me like that!" I laughed. "We like your pussy just the way it is, don't we, Bret?" "Well, those lips..."Bret mused, and Anne gave him a smack. We all laughed, and then we were home. As usual, we were naked again the instant we went through the door, and the girls were stroking us hard again. "Third time's the charm, you know." Bret and I stretched out on the sheepskin rugs on the living room floor and let the girls tease us to full hardness. Anne said simply, "I want Bret." So I let her go, and she positioned her cunt over his rod and lowered herself on to it. Meanwhile, Maria got on her hands and knees, looked up at me coquettishly, and said, "Arf! Arf!" Okay, doggy style it was! The four of us took our time, since after two recent orgasms neither of us men was in a hurry to cum. The women took full advantage of this and let us shag them mercilessly. As I pumped, I watched Bret take in the show of Maria's tits swinging back and forth and bouncing into each other with each of my thrusts, and that pushed him over the brink, and he came into his wife's pussy with a grunt. Anne grinned, then dismounted from him and sucked his shaft dry. Maria, who had been strumming her clit vigorously as we fucked, was the next to cum, with a gush of pussy juice, and we too uncoupled. She crawled over to embrace Bret, shoved her boobs into his face, and let him suck on the swollen nipples. Anne and I, our lusts still unsatisfied, looked at each other in hunger, and then Anne lay down on the rug and spread her legs. I lost no time entering her, pumping her, feeling her Kegels lock onto my cock, as if to suck me inside. That was all it took. I came. Hard. My last thrust was met with her familiar wail as she felt the sudden wetness of my sperm. Then her body trembled, and her breathing deepened. My cock softened and slipped out of her with a pop, followed by a river of cum, mine and Bret's. I moved to lap it from her cunt, but she said, "No. Just hold me." And I did. We all lay like that for minutes on end, caressing each other. Finally Bret said, "I'm starving. What do we have to eat?" "Whose turn is it to cook?" Anne murmured. "Mine, I think," said Maria groggily. "But somehow I just lost the energy to cook." "Let's order a couple of pizzas," I suggested. "Do we have to dress?" Bret said. "Well," Anne said. "That depends on how cute the delivery boy is." "That's my girl!" said Bret.