6 comments/ 18861 views/ 7 favorites Meet Cute By: empty_coffee_cup He caught a glimpse of her from across a crowded room. The lean frame of the young lawyer he'd been introduced to earlier swayed erratically at the centre of it all. Their gracious host was down on her knees before him, guiding his movements. He was new and he was gorgeous and it was obvious she'd had her eye on him from the moment he arrived. Her neck moved and his long, slender cock slipped out between her lips. Joe looked past them. Four people were arranged haphazardly on the sofa next to them, moving in a way that he couldn't track but that seemed to be satisfying for all involved. Holding onto the back of the sofa the divine Sophie struck her favourite position - standing, legs spread wide, back arched - while, unusually, her own husband rocked her delicate frame with fast, solid thrusts. She caught his eye from between her tousled bangs and winked. His pulse rushed but his eyes quickly flicked back to the other girl. Elsewhere, people he knew and people he didn't combined to make every shape that two (or more) people could make. The laid back music (turned up too loud) blended with the moans, the sighs, the impact of body on body. Another Saturday night at the mansion. She was sitting on a table, a guy he didn't know between her legs rocking into her. A mess of red curls, face flushed a perfect pink and... was that a tattoo? He frowned. "See something you like, honey?" He was propping up the bar a little way away from the action in the living room. He'd been talking to Doug but a petite blonde who he thought was called Suzie had come over and dragged Doug's attention away. She had her hand inside his deep red robe and they were already edging away from the bar, but she had noticed Joe's stare. "Do you know who that is? The red-head?" He gestured with his glass, the ice-cubes rattling but barely audible over the undulating din of the party. "Oh! We were introduced." Suzie giggled as Doug whispered something in her ear. "I forgot her name... R something? She's new!" "Go get her, brother!" Doug shrugged off his robe as Suzie led him away, first by the hand, then by the cock. "The night is yours! Do you know if they found the key to the pool room yet?" Reluctantly, Joe tore his eyes away from her and looked to Doug. "Ah, yeah. Greg said they opened it up like fifteen minutes ago." Off they went, allowing Joe to look back to the new girl. Only now the jerk who was fucking her had his head in the way, and he couldn't see the perfect way she'd been chewing on that succulent lower lip. He probably wasn't a jerk but hell, Joe wanted to be in his place right now. Doug was right. Joe finished the bourbon and stripped the towel from around his waist. - - - "Man, I'm glad you, hngh, came tonight." Rachel hummed a rising note in answer and held on tight to Ben's back as his thrusts began to speed up. Her backside was getting a little numb from the cool wood of the table she was perched on, but it didn't take much to ignore it in favour of the thick, lovely prick that Ben was fucking her with. She was still a little nervous, but yes, she guessed she was glad that she had come too. It wasn't her first time at this kind of party, but it was her first time since moving to this town and... well it was a leap of faith the first time. She'd hooked up with Ben at a club when she'd first moved here, and when he'd invited her here she'd thought of it, strangely, as a way to meet new people. The trip to the club had been kind of an anomaly for her and she didn't want to miss out on any opportunity to put herself out there. And she supposed she'd really be putting herself out there tonight. Fuck, it was hot in there. She felt the perspiration on Ben's back then realised that they were both already covered in it. He leaned into her and she felt their thighs slipping together, her nipples against his hairless chest. Everything was molten, flowing. This was her first time tonight and already she was probably fucking up her make-up. She savoured it - the feeling of that dick filling her - and she let her mind wander to thoughts of other dicks. She liked Ben, but she wouldn't have thought of coming to a place like this if she were serious about him. For some people that was fine, but that wasn't for her. She hadn't been coy. From the moment they'd put away their things and allowed themselves to get comfortable she had been checking out the guys and what they had to offer. Ben had assured her that this party always drew the youngest, most beautiful crowd in town, and while beautiful was pushing it, almost everyone here was attractive in some way. There was a trim blonde guy who she'd heard people saying was new here too, and while he was absolutely delectable she had a feeling that she'd have to really fight to get her hands on his goods. She thought of the thick-set stud that had smiled at her on the stairs and his cock, flaccid but still massive when she'd seen him. Mmm, when that thing was going... that might be something to try out. Then she opened her eyes and - over Ben's shoulder, still impaled on his thick shaft - she saw him. He wasn't fucking, he was at the bar through one of the big archways that led off from the living room. Talking to another couple, he looked pre-occupied. He had a white towel tied around his waist but he was naked from the waist up, and in the seconds she had to take him in Rachel liked what she saw. Broad shoulders and muscles - enough to give him definition but nothing too rippling. His dark hair was clipped almost down to his skull and she could see a dusting of hair on his wide chest too. She had the strangest feeling he'd just been looking this way. Or was about to, or... Suddenly Ben was leaning back and his face was in the way. Rachel must've looked shocked as he laughed straight away. His prick had stopped as well, but she felt it twitch inside her and gave a little yelp. "Sorry," he smiled, "didn't mean to surprise you but... fuck you're hot as hell Rach, but I kinda think we ought to... mingle. Y'know?" "Yeah," she nodded a little dumbly, "I think we ought to mingle." Yes! Definitely! Mingling was exactly what she wanted to do right then. Especially with that gorgeous piece at the bar. Neither of them had climaxed, but they were both buzzing as he pulled out of her. He snapped off the condom and she hopped off the table, rubbing her soft buttocks a little gingerly. "So, see you later?" He was already looking around the room. That was fine by her. "See you later." Now for the tall drink of water at the... Wait. Where did he go? - - - Joe was three steps across the lounge, just over a couple that were flat out on the floor just fucking like animals. He saw the muscular chud step back from miss 'R' and grinned. Perfect timing. She was rubbing her butt in this gorgeously thoughtless way. He made one more step forward and then suddenly he felt small cool fingers taking his hand and turning him aside. "Joey, come up the stairs with me?" He hadn't noticed the sylph-like Sophie separating from her man but here she was, using a strength that couldn't possibly be contained in that so, so, slender frame to pull him towards the hallway. Sophie was gorgeous, intoxicating. Her pixie cut was growing out into a messy style that seemed to suit her perfectly. And naked as she was, as they all were, her body almost seemed to glow. She had the kind of fragile physique that fuelled men with the desire to both protect it and to leave their mark on it. "I'm just heading over there," he said, but nevertheless she still seemed to be pulling him towards the hall and the stairs. She looked back over her shoulder at him with a teasing smile, and he half took it in before his eyes dropped to the twist of her graceful waist and that perfect, perfect ass. How someone so skinny could still have any curve to their ass was beyond him, but Sophie was just blessed. She was flawless, but still there was a fractiousness and a conceitedness to her that made him glad he wasn't her husband. They passed him groping Deborah, a statuesque beauty that Joe had a soft spot for, and he gave Joe an ostentatious smile of blessing. Interesting couple, Joe thought generously. He looked back over his shoulder for the red-head, but Sophie was good. They were at the archway now, and she pushed him back against the cold plaster of one of the pillars and guided his gaze back to her with a single finger on his chin. "I don't know who you've got your eye on and I don't care, Joe," she purred. "You've got all night, but I want this fucking dick before I miss my chance." Filth from the lips of an angel. She pressed herself against him, so small against his six-something feet, and took his prick in her hand. He was already half hard of course; that ass, those words - what could he do? "You know Sarah grabbed me before I even got in the door," Joe grinned, Sophie rapidly becoming the centre of his attention despite himself. "You already missed being first if this is some kind of competition for you." "Did she make ya cum Joey?" That accent a little less refined, a little rougher. That was how she got. "She's got a really juicy ass, Sarah. Did you fuck her? Did she suck you off?" Fuck, she had him. He was at attention in her hand, her slender fingers slipping up and down his shaft, streaking him with his own pre-cum. "I fucked her," he growled. He rose to the bait just like his cock had risen. "And I'm going to fuck you too princess." He pushed her back off him and heard a sharp exhalation of surprise burst from her lungs. "Now where are we going?" "Upstairs, upstairs," she murmured, looking down at his rigid prick now, gently squeezing it in both hands. This party was full of big cocks and he wasn't the biggest by any means, but he had something Sophie liked. "I'm gonna take you upstairs and fuck you, Joe." "Well it sounds like both of us are going to be doing some fucking," he laughed and she grinned. "Ain't that the best way?" He remembered how far you could push Sophie when she was turned on. She led him the rest of the way across the cold marble floor of the two-storey lobby, but he had his hand on her ass the whole way. - - - Nuts, she had missed her chance. It took a moment to pick the guy out after she realised he must've dropped the white towel, and when she found him through the throng of naked bodies he was halfway across the hall with some disgustingly attractive waif all over him. Rachel tried not to get caught up in competitiveness at things like this, but she couldn't help that her confidence took a little knock when she saw the guy she wanted heading off with someone that cute. Were they close? They looked very comfortable and familiar, his hand on her rump, hers teasing and touching his... oh wow. Now that was a very nice cock. Fuck it, she was cute, and she wasn't going to let self-doubt get in the way of her meeting someone she really liked the look of. They were on the stairs now, and, already having lost track of Ben, she moved to follow. She was almost at the archway to the lobby when her upper arm was caught in a firm grip. "Rachel, wasn't it?" "H-Helena, right?" She looked up at the woman with a stutter of surprise. It was the handsome owner of this crazy mansion: their host for the night. She couldn't just dash off. Helena was a striking woman. She must've been in her late forties and she still looked gorgeous. Rachel had seen her practically seducing everyone, man and woman, that had come to the party. With long, ebony hair, she was taller than Rachel, and stronger too, so it didn't take much effort on her part to stop the younger woman short. "I saw you and young Ben over there, but I'm sure you're just dying to meet some more people." "Actually I am, I was just..." "Wonderful," Helena ignored the finger that Rachel had pointed at the stairs and diverted her through a side door into what seemed to be a smaller lounge. This room was empty in comparison with the large lounge. Another open doorway led from this room to the hallway, and Rachel could just glimpse the bottom of the stairs, which she glanced at longingly. "John, this is Rachel I was telling you about. Rachel, this is John and Megan." "Rachel, right, hi." John was sitting on a small sofa in the middle of the room. A good looking guy about Helena's age, flecks of grey in his hair. Megan was on her knees between his legs, her tongue lolling out, licking up the length of his prick. "Hi babe," she said with a cheeky grin before she leaned forwards and popped the head of the cock between her lips. Megan looked younger than Rachel, in her early twenties probably. Helena brought a glass to Rachel's lips and she drank without thinking. It was delicious, a rich red wine that seemed to make the room tilt a little. She thought of the guy with the shaved head, but she also noticed very clearly Helena's large, soft breasts against her arm as the older woman put her arm around her waist. "Rachel," she whispered into her ear, "I think that Megan needs some help with John's dick, don't you?" Rachel caught her breath, and for a moment she wanted to edge out of the room with nervous apologies and go somewhere else. But then her resolve came rushing back. Her guy was probably deep into that little sylph he'd been with now. She should just indulge here and let him have fun and track him down later. And one of the reasons she had first come to parties like this was to gain the confidence to never back down. "It looks," she said, "like a very difficult cock." She was on her knees too before she knew it, pressing herself against Megan's curvy body. The other girl came up off John's cock and pushed a strand of her chestnut hair back out of her face. She smiled conspiratorially at Rachel and moved over so they could go shoulder to shoulder, each straddling one of John's legs, each looking up eagerly at his large penis. "It's a burden I have to bear," laughed John, looking down at them. He was fit - even slouching in the sofa like that his stomach looked hard as mahogany, and his temporarily unattended prick bobbed in front of it. Rachel felt Helena's hand on her ass, but was in the mood to play now so she hardly needed the encouragement. With a glance at the young brunette she was squeezed up against, she opened her mouth and licked up the length of the hot, hard shaft in just the same way Megan had. At the tip, his precum was thicker and stronger than she had expected. The salty taste filled her mouth and she kept going, wrapping her full lips around his purple head, then pulling back and caressing it with her tongue. She looked up at John the whole time, her eyes playful and seductive. "Oh, I am very glad to meet you, Rachel," John groaned, letting his head fall back. She wasn't exactly an expert at this, but she had kind of expected Megan to... help out perhaps? She had expected the other girl's face against hers, licking his shaft and sucking his balls while she worked the bulging head of his manhood. Instead, Megan seemed more interesting in her. As Rachel sank further down, taking more and more cock-meat into her mouth, Megan's lips were suddenly sucking at her earlobe. Helena's hand was getting firmer too, that gentle touch starting to feel more like a squeeze. "He tastes good, doesn't he?" Megan's whisper was throaty and low. "Johnny always tastes good. S'why I never mind when he tells me to get down on my knees." Rachel couldn't answer, John's prick was pressing her tongue down and filling her mouth. She moaned as he shifted his hips a little, eager to push further in. "It's coz he's a fitness nut. Eats so much fruit and protein, y'know." "Fuck, what a mouth," John murmured, to himself, just a little boost to Rachel's ego and suddenly a sharp pain stung Rachel's buttock. "Very nice, but John likes it a little faster." Helena swatted her ass again, but Rachel's squeals were muffled. She breathed through her nose, thinking 'Can't he tell me that himself? He seems to be enjoying it well enough...' But she didn't speak up, just slipped off for a second to catch her breath then went back to work with renewed vigour. She bobbed her head, worked her neck. John's thick, creamy pre-cum oozed into her mouth as the blow-job became faster, sloppier, messier. Rachel's skin was tingling as she felt Megan lick up her neck then pull away. She was alone between the man's legs now, and losing herself in her work. She came up on all fours, her ass in the air, because the sofa was low so it was easier this way. Sweating again, she felt strands of hair starting to stick to her brow, and knew that trickles of saliva and cum were starting to escape her lips. She slurped at his head, pumping the base of his shaft with one hand, supporting herself with the other. "That's... mmn... that's right. Lose it for me Rachel," John growled. "Hnngh! I love this girl, Helena." "She looks, mmmn, delightful," answered their host, and with a squeal of embarrassment Rachel felt her strong hands squeeze her ass cheeks and pull them apart as if inspecting her. "Look at that pussy!" Megan's voice now. John's hand was on her head and Rachel knew she had no choice but to keep mouth-fucking his member, but her heart pounded to know that the two women, young and old, were kneeling behind her examining her cunt and her asshole. "Did she get fucked already tonight?" "By young Ben, who brought her here," answered Helena, teasingly tickling the tight, tight pucker of Rachel's ass. Her hips jumped and Megan laughed. John's ass was jumping off the sofa now, and his cum was coming more and more. The smell of him dominated her senses, but the attention the girls were giving her most intimate areas was spinning her head around. "Jeez, no-one fucked me yet." Rachel couldn't see the immature pout, but she could hear it. "Hey, I'll fuck you later," John grunted, making no move to stop Rachel even though she could feel him twitching, and knew he couldn't be far from loosing his thick load into her mouth. "Everyone will fuck you, darling," Helena crooned. "Don't be silly. You could go find someone right now." "Mmn," Megan wavered, "But I want to play with Rachel a bit more first..." Rachel jumped and came up off John's cock, gasping for air as the fingers first stroked her soft, flushed labia. "Ahn!" She couldn't turn to see. John needed her tight mouth back on his piece immediately, and she didn't know whose fingers were flitting up and down over her lips until Megan offered a comment. "You're so wet, Rach. I wish I had a cock to fuck you with... this'll have to do." With that she pushed, and Rachel had no defence as two of Megan's slender fingers penetrated her, sliding deep inside her wet, ready cunt. Fuck, this escalated quickly. She managed that thought, but Megan was good, and she popped her wrist and finger-fucked Rachel so well, that her brain was rapidly getting as fuzzy as John's must have been. Down on all fours, mouth full of glorious dick and getting finger-banged with professional skill, Rachel couldn't think of anything. But for a second she remembered that guy. Then she felt the dick tense and grow between her lips, and almost immediately John was unloading his burdensome seed into her mouth, thrusting to reach the back of her tongue. Spurt followed spurt as Rachel groaned dizzily and felt her mouth rapidly fill up with the strong, and not all that unpleasant, taste of him. The first guy she'd made climax that night. Her guy would be the second, she promised herself. She let John's prick slip from her lips, but she couldn't do it without losing some of his spunk. It trickled from her lips down over her chin as she concentrated on swallowing the rest of his heavy load. Down it went, thick and sticky, since she knew she couldn't spit it out. Megan's fingers, meanwhile, were still going, fast and insistent and the girl seemed to have no intention of letting her go. Meet Cute In fact as Rachel moved to lean back a little she felt a firm, gentle hand on the back of her head. "Looks like you've got a lot of skill, darling," Helena said. "Now let Megan give you your reward." She pushed a little harder, and Rachel found her face being thrust into John's crotch. His half-hard cock, filthy with semen and spit, smeared across her cheek as she wailed helplessly, unable to control the pleasure rising in her. Two hands now. Whose? Both Megan? Megan and Helena? She couldn't tell, but while one was pumping her pussy like a machine the other was oh-so-delicately flying back and forth over her clit. Still on her hands and knees, a fat, flaccid cock pressed against her face, she felt a tingling sensation start in her fingers and toes. She tensed, stretched and bunched them but it wouldn't go away. And it was coming from her extremities until her whole body felt like TV static. Every inch of her skin seemed to crackle and fizz. And then, when it seemed that she could take no more and that this unbearable tension would never break, it became even more intense, it became divine, and she came. "Haahh! Oh my fucking Christ!" She grunted, mouth gaping, still slumped in John's lap as the two women coaxed every last jump out of her twitching, orgasmic form. "Oh God, st-stop, I can't... that's enough..." When they finally let her go, she felt like she had to float down from the ceiling. In reality she was very much stuck, and she had to pull her face away from John with some effort. "Oh my God." "I'm jealous you got that good cum, babe. But that was gorgeous." "So glad you came, darling. But I'm being a terrible hostess, I must mingle." "Oh my God." Rachel collapsed onto her back, chest heaving, and felt the tingling retreat from her toes. "Oh my God." Where was it she had wanted to go? - - - Joe had let Sophie lead him to the top of the stairs, but he'd stopped her there. There was an open landing, a kind of balcony that looked down onto the big open lobby, and when she had tried to drag him down the dimly lit hallway into one of the lavish bedrooms he had spun her around to face the golden railing. "No," he stopped her, "out here, where everyone can see you." "I..." It was a lot of fun playing with Sophie. She switched at the drop of a hat - one moment a cut-glass ice-queen, the next meek as a mouse. Probably, Joe thought, she just forgot what persona she was meant to be adopting at the time and knew that she was so damn cute that no one cared what she was acting like anyway. She looked tongue-tied for the first time right now. "Is that a problem? Put your hands on the railing." He stepped back as she did as she was told. That dirty smile was back on her lips though, meaning that she was certainly not going to be embarrassed about him fucking her up here against the balustrade, in plain view of everyone. Of course, he'd be able to get a good view of everyone who passed through the lobby too, and he hadn't seen his girl leave the lounge area yet. That was the real reason he'd stopped Sophie before they disappeared into the depths of the Mansion. "You're so much fun, Joey," Sophie had her hands on the railing before her, and hadn't needed any more instruction than that. She bent over obligingly, arching her back and swaying her slender hips. Her pert butt sat up right before his twitching member, and her perfect pink slit glistened between her trim thighs, an invitation he couldn't resist. He had snatched a condom from the bowl in the hall almost without thinking, and when he slipped it on the action was equally automatic. He took a step, one hand on his cock, two strokes and then his rubber-clad head was nuzzling at her heavenly opening. "You're something alright," he grinned as she rose onto tiptoes, somehow managing to slide his head the length of her pussy without him moving. He lowered his hips a little too. "Gonna keep me hanging here, Joey?" She pouted over her shoulder at him, her brow wrinkled in fraudulent disappointment. "Gonna ask nicely?" he shot back. "Please!" She rolled her eyes, begging without meaning a word. "Please sir, can I have some cock?" He laughed, but didn't answer. Instead he just thrust gently and let out a long, low breath as his head slipped between her tight lips to be squeezed by her hot, hot interior. "Ahn!" She threw her head back as he eased into her. "There it is. I missed that cock, baby." Sophie rocked on the balls of her feet as Joe felt her slowly relax and let him thrust further into her small body. He'd fucked her with her husband before, and he knew he was bigger than the guy, but her husband knew her better, and knew exactly which buttons to press. Joe had a suspicion that Sophie thought of his cock as just a little smaller than 'too big'. He wondered if she'd actually tried a few of the monsters that came to this party. The flair of her ass, blooming out from her too-narrow waist was a miracle. Joe put his big hands on her hips and pulled her back onto him, encouraging her to take his whole length. "Mmnn! Not too deep!" "You always say that," everything he said sounded like an animal growl, even to him, "but you always take everything I give you." "Well, then, not too deep, too fast, tiger." She reached back with one hand and tapped his wrist, a reminder to pay attention. He grinned, chastised, and let her go a bit, rocking her and letting her pussy relax around him. He reached down and under her too - it was easy to do with her small frame - and he gently, gently stroked her little clit. She moaned, and leaned forward. The top half of her body, her head and her small breasts reached out over the lobby, and he had to move with her to keep deep inside her. He wasn't going to let her go that easily. "Hey Sophie," called a male voice from downstairs, "How am I meant to feed you my dick if you're all the way up there?" There were a few light chuckles, but Sophie didn't see fit to answer the heckle. She just threw her head back, as perfect and untouchable as always... then shifted her feet, spread her legs even wider and thrust herself back onto his cock with surprising force. "Gah!" The impact of her hips on his drew a surprised cry even from her. Joe just swore. "Fuck!" That was all the invitation he needed, and, setting his own feet again, he started working his hips, feeding his dick to her hungry pussy again and again. He looked down, loving the way that her lips stretched and sucked at him when he pulled out. And as she started panting and came up on the balls of her feet again, he starting fucking her faster, more intently. "That cock, mmm that cock." She groaned, twisting her head to look back at him. "I'm glad you like it so much." She was so tight. So tight and this felt so good that, even with the rubber, he knew better than to lose himself in her. If he let himself take in how fucking sexy she was, he wouldn't last more than thirty seconds. He knew that she was counting on him to last long enough to satisfy her, it was another reason she always sought him out. He detached his mind, sent it back to his frustrating, tiring day at work and the lumpen physique of one of his particularly annoying colleagues. That did it, that pulled him back a few steps and he could tune in to Sophie again and bring his focus back to fucking that heaven-sent cunt. So tight, he thought again, and yet sex with the little seductress was always so smooth and effortless. He realised that she was squeezing him at the peak of each thrust, and laughed out loud. He held her waist a little firmer, not even an inch of fat to pinch, and slowed his thrust just a little, making each stroke firmer and deeper still. Now she could take it all. "Mmnnh! So who did you have your eye on in there Joseph?" His name wasn't actually Joseph, but he knew that didn't matter to Sophie. He'd left her clitoris alone when he'd zoned out, but now he reached back under her body. He slipped his fingers over it and to her pussy, where he could feel himself fucking into her. She was wet, as he'd known she would be, and his fingers slid back to her clit slippery with her juices. He gave her clit three light spanks before he started stroking it. "Aahhn! Oh shit!" "Red head," he grunted, hunching a little and looking down at the glorious sight of his thick prick disappearing again and again between her pussy-lips. "A tattoo on... hngh, on her arm. But on the inside of her arm..." He thought back, she'd raised her hand to push back her hair and he'd seen it. The blue ink of a tattoo on the inside of her bicep where it would be hidden against her body normally. "New girl?" It was a game, always a game with Sophie, and at that moment, locked in passion on the balcony they were both fighting to keep their composure. "Uh- uh-huh. I didn't know her." "I didn't see no... I didn't see any..." Sophie corrected her little colloquial slip with a tremor in her voice, "any new girls tonight." "You never pay any attention to any girls, Sophie." Joe sped up his thrusts, and Sophie turned her groan of pleasure into a throaty laugh. "What can I say? I just love cocks too much!" Her peal of laughter rang out and echoed of the marble floor below. "Yeah, I know that." Joe worked her clit faster, sped up his thrusts too. You got lost in Sophie, that's what happened, and it was his focussing on getting her off that brought him back for a second to remember he was meant to be scanning the lobby for his girl. He looked down just in time. She was coming out of the small lounge, and he could tell instantly she'd been having as a good time as he was. 'Miss R' was walking slowly, looking like she wasn't sure her legs could support her. And more tellingly than that she was clearly wiping her face with a small towel. She'd been getting dirty, and Joe's felt a weird mix of relief and jealousy that she'd been having fun after he let himself get drawn away. She was heading towards the stairs, he noted with a surge of excitement, and it must have transferred to his hips as suddenly it seemed that he was winning and Sophie was losing. She was gripping the railing tighter and her breathing was getting less and less controlled and more and more desperate. He wanted to call out, to raise a hand and catch her eye, but not giving Sophie the attention she demanded - while he was fucking her no less - could have been a fatal mistake. She was heading his way - that was enough. "Gonna cum, Joe?" Sophie gasped as their rhythms locked and he saw beads of perspiration on her slender back. "Gonna cum with me?" "Oh, I'm going to cum. But it looks like you've got a head start on me today Soph. A little desperate today?" "Ha-ha, fu-fuck you." There was nothing cold about her now, and even her dry, sardonic tone dripped with the moisture of sexual abandon. Every thrust drew a lush wet slap, and they were moving faster and faster towards the end. He knew her body well, but felt blessed as always that he could be inside her, that she could engulf him like this. "Mmn, oh shit, Christ." Joe heard the curse words start to come under her breath, not for anyone else, just spoken to herself, and he knew she was close. He stroked her clit, just a little harder and as she arched her back with a sudden jump, and as her cunt squeezed his cock deep inside her, he knew she was climaxing. "Oh fuck yeah," he grinned, but Sophie didn't say anything. Sophie never said it, and never gave you anything that you didn't take for yourself. "Cumming?" "Mn," she gave a short moan of assent and, bent double as she was, let her head fall onto the back of one of her hands. Each stroke he put into her was smooth and solid and she moved with him, but didn't shake. He felt her wetness on his thighs and felt his own tide start to rise. Then he looked up and Miss 'R' was looking right at him. He didn't know why that did for him, but his heart suddenly roared ahead of its already accelerated rate. Blood roared in his ears and all at once Sophie's pussy was impossibly tight. He came almost instantly, losing his hard-won composure and thrusting wildly into the vixen before him. He filled his condom and climaxed inside the beautiful Sophie, all the while locking eyes with his red-headed dream-girl. Sophie was waking from her fugue with a typically teasing laugh. "What happened there, Joey? That was a little abrupt." He tore his eyes from Miss R, and looked down to catch Sophie's coy, over-the shoulder glance just in time. "Shut up," he smiled warmly, "You got yours." "Mmmn," his prick still inside her she straightened up and leaned back against him. She turned her head to him. So flexible, she hooked her hands behind his head and pulled him down, bent him into their first kiss of the night. "I always get mine with you, Joey." He kissed her without thinking, then again he focussed and remembered the red-head. He was torn between giving Sophie exactly what she wanted and not putting off the girl he was dying to meet. But when she released him and lifted one leg to slide off his still-rigid member. It seemed the damage had been done. The girl had had her foot on the bottom step of the stairs, but now he caught only a glimpse of her as outstretched hands led her away from him, right under the balcony he was standing on. This was getting ridiculous, he had to get down there. "Joey, Joey," Sophie was murmuring. She turned to face him, leaning back against the railing and running a small hand down to her tiny, tightly trimmed bush. She sighed as her fingers slipped into her own well-fucked slit, and smiled up at him. "You know Chris is going to Dubai next month? For four, whole, weeks. I'll be in the city, and I'll be terribly, terribly lonely." Joe stood, frozen for a moment, his hand about to remove the sagging condom. It actually took him a moment to remember that Chris was her husband's name. An invitation to see Sophie outside of one of these parties? To have that angelic body, that devilish mind, all to himself? Earlier today he would have jumped at the chance, but now... he was too intrigued in someone else to buy into it completely. "Well," he came back to life, disposed off the rubber and grabbed another of the endless supply of towels, first to mop his brow, then to wipe his crotch where Sophie's juices still shone in his own hair. "Isn't that something?" "Isn't it just?" She brought her fingers back up, from her cunt to her smile, and sucked her own juices from them. "I need to freshen up. See you around, Joey." She brushed past him as she headed for one of the interior bathrooms. Joe simply stood. One part of him was turning that blatant invitation from Sophie over, but most of him, he realised, was working out the quickest way to hit a bathroom and get downstairs to hunt for Miss. R. He started moving. - - - Rachel had tottered from the small room on trembling knees, leaving Megan to suck John back to attention behind her. She had caught her breath, but standing had still brought a rush of blood to her head and it was only just before she reached the door that she had remembered to grab a small towel to wipe the marks of John's messy cock from her face. The bright lobby seemed to ring with the sound of laughter and fucking. It dazzled her post-orgasmic senses. Really, she just wanted to find a drink and somewhere to sit for a little bit. Ben had mentioned that there was a whole patio area near the big pool where people did that. But she was driven on by the thought that if she didn't chase this guy now she might never meet him. Rachel took unsteady steps towards the stairs, but when she looked up to climb them she stopped dead. There he was, right at the top of the stairs. His stomach was flat, his muscles perfectly defined as he tensed and fucked the adorable little slut she'd seen him with before. She froze, hypnotised by how fucking good they looked together, and again she had to wait for her confidence to kick in. They were locked in time, his graceful thrusts meeting her own rising movement as she arched her back and move to meet him. God, Rachel had never wanted to be anyone as much as she wanted to be that girl. She watched as they fucked, and as the girl stiffened, shuddered and lowered her head. She was cumming, Rachel realised, quiet and self contained, and as she thought about her own noisy climax just before, he raised his head and their eyes met. There. There in that first glance was something that made her tremble, that made her both want to rush up the stairs and shove the other girl away, but that paralysed her completely. But they looked so close. And the thought entered her mind that they might be... together. They might have come here together. Hell they might be married! There was something in the look he had given Rachel, but there was something in the kiss that the other girl had just pulled him into too. Rachel hesitated, and in that hesitation she lost her nerve. She wanted a way out, and one immediately presented itself. "Hey, you look kinda lost." A good-looking young couple in the middle of the lobby actually looked a little concerned about her. She took a step towards them, and before she knew it they were each taking a hand and leading her beneath her guy and down a long hallway. "You look like you need a drink." "Oh, and you have a little, uh, something in your hair..." the woman, sexy as fuck with deep coffee skin touched her hair gently. "I don't... I don't know where the bathrooms are here." Rachel murmured in a daze. "I thought I hadn't seen you before," the tanned man smiled warmly. The woman was naked, but he had a towel around his waist. Same as her guy. Should she go back? "It's sooo nice meeting new people," the woman had her hand around her waist though, and was leading her towards a door. "Eric, why don't you meet us by the pool?" "See you girls soon," he waved, and Rachel felt herself being irresistibly drawn into the bathroom. - "Wow, that does feel a lot better." A drink in her hand, wrapped up in a thick white robe, watching people splash in the nearby pool; Rachel felt quite herself again. "Yeah, we saw you kind of swaying, looking up to heaven in the lobby. Figured you needed a bit of looking after." Eric smiled then looked back to the pool along with her. "These things get a little heavy sometimes," she said thoughtfully. She'd been silly running away like that, and as soon as she got herself together she was going to go hunt that boy down. "They sure do," the woman, Evie she now knew, agreed. "Do you see your guy yet? They'd been sitting in the little raised area off to the side of the indoor pool for about fifteen minutes yet, and Rachel had been keeping an eye out the whole time. But Evie was talking about Ben, who she had mentioned, whereas she was looking out for the new guy who had her much more interested. "No. Actually, um, to be honest I saw someone else I wanted to talk to." "Oh!" "'Talk to'" Eric snorted with laughter and Rachel couldn't help but join in. "Well, I'd have to say something to him first, wouldn't I?" "Not necessarily." Evie and Eric were married, it turned out, and it seemed they were open to anything but they generally took part in these parties together. "Well, if you don't see him here," Evie said, standing, "he might be down in the folly." She was still stark naked, and standing brought her neat, black bush right up to Rachel's eye-level. Rachel looked up the flat stomach, over the full breasts with their big, big nipples to where Evie's eyes were looking down at her. "The folly?" "Yeah, c'mon. Even if he's not there it's worth seeing. Finish your wine though." The red they'd found here was definitely not of the same vintage as the one Helena had given her, but it was perfectly drinkable. And since this was her second glass it was working perfectly well. Meet Cute "Ok, let's go." - The folly wasn't as folly-some as she had expected. Rather than a secluded, pointless niche far from the mansion, it was a smaller, more intimate and more lavishly decorated pool that was accessed via a hard to spot tunnel at the end of the main poolroom. Back there it had been spacious and noisy, people acting carefree and abandoned, but the dim lighting and close walls of 'the folly' seemed to make the few people hanging out in there far more hushed and private. The single, deep, square pool in the middle of the room held a couple flirting and kissing, but no more than that. By the side of the pool a long recliner held another couple, the man lying flat while his partner straddled his legs and devoured his erect member. She looked up at the three of them when they came in, and didn't take her eyes off them as Evie and Eric guided her to the pool, even as her head bobbed up and down on the shaft of her plaything. "This is kinda cool," Rachel nodded. "But I don't see that guy." "I think," Evie said, throwing a glance at Eric that she mistakenly thought Rachel wouldn't catch, "that you should chill out a little more before you take on the madness of the rest of the house again." Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Oh you do?" "Ten minutes in the pool will do you the world of good I would think." Eric nodded sagely. "And you two wouldn't have any ulterior motives for wanting to get me in there?" "Well," whispered Evie into her ear, "I don't, but I think Eric kinda likes your tits." "I'm totally ok with whatever," whispered Eric into her other ear, "but Evie is obsessed with your ass." "You two are terrible," Rachel giggled. She sucked on her bottom lip thoughtfully and glanced between them. This place was the most secluded spot possible, there was no way she'd find her man if she stayed here. But then again... it wasn't like the party was going to wind down anytime soon. It was barely 1am. "Maybe just a little dip." She let her robe slip to the ground. "Such, a wise decision," smiled Eric, putting his hand boldly and firmly on her ass as she stepped towards the pool. Evie seemed to agree as she didn't waste a moment before she was tight against Rachel, cupping and lifting one of her pert breasts with one hand. "You won't regret it," she purred as the three of them slipped into the clear water, perfectly together. "Wow! It's hot!" Rachel murmured as her skin tingled. "It is. It's like a fake hot-spring or something," Evie said as she moved up to Rachel and let their breasts touch so, so gently. Eric was behind her, of course, his hands coming around her to slip into the soft press of flesh they were making. He pushed against her, and in the heated water she felt his prick stiffening against her ass. The pool was fairly deep. Standing flat she was up to her shoulders, and Evie, a little shorter than her, was up to her neck. At first the heated water felt good, like it was removing all the aches and soreness from her body. But quickly she started feeling like it was a little too hot, and whether that was down to only the water or her growing arousal she couldn't say. This was the last time, she swore. The last time she would let herself be seduced away from her quest. Eric's member was already solid, pressing against her buttocks, pointing straight up, sliding in the crevice between her two plump cheeks. She was about to stretch, push her ass out and encourage him when Evie's hand reached her pussy. "Fuck, I'm sweating," she gasped as she let her shoulder's fall back against Eric's chest. "It's so good for you, Rachel," Evie grinned. Her fingers were stroking, exploring, not rushing Rachel, just investigating at the moment. Smooth, slow gestures under the hot, hot water. Rachel sighed as the other woman brought her other hand to cup and squeeze her right breast. Under the water Evie's hands felt impossibly smooth. Eric's hands moved over her too, strong and confident. His reached for her crotch, but found Evie's hand already there. In fact at that very moment Evie decided to press, and Rachel gave a weak cry as her dextrous digits slipped inside her. God, this was the second woman she'd let finger her tonight and that wasn't like her at all. But a new town, a new crowd... there were no rules here and she felt proud of herself for every bridge she crossed. Eric was looking for something to do with his hands though, so he brought them up and lifted both of her heavy breasts. Evie's free hand emerged from the water, and Rachel was vaguely aware of her touching her cheek gently. Then it submerged again and started teasingly tugging on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. She was losing her equilibrium. Evie's fingers inside her were much more gentle than the girl Megan had been, but she was turning Rachel on just as skilfully. And all the time that cock, Eric's cock feeling nice and long, just grinding against her ass in the infinite lubrication of the pool. She was almost completely in the pool and it seemed ridiculous to say it, but she found herself whispering it anyway. "I'm so wet." "Me too baby," Evie smiled, and pressed herself against her partner again. Their lips touched, parted and their tongues met as their breasts mashed clumsily together and Eric's hands were trapped tight. Then it was Evie's turn to jump. The couple on the other side of the pool who had been flirting when they came in had slowly moved around to their side, and the man, squatter and more muscular than Eric, was very close behind her. Rachel smiled, imagining what his hands must be doing under the water. The new guy's girl was pressed up against his back, her arms draped around his neck. "Is it ok?" He asked, his eyebrow raised, his voice, a low, gravely growl. "Mn, uh-huh," Evie bit her lip and nodded over her shoulder at him. Eric chuckled. The new guy seemed to be much faster with his hands than Eric and Evie had been with Rachel. It didn't take long before Evie started to lose concentration, and her hand slowed at Rachel's pussy. Both of them were now letting out high, soft cries of lust and arousal. "Let's move over to the steps, huh?" Eric said. There were steps? Rachel hadn't noticed, but as Eric and Evie guided her over to the other side of the pool, she saw that under the water there were some steps and ledges that people could stand on to step out of the pool easily. Outside the pool that girl was still sucking on her man's cock like a lollipop, her eyes still watching them, cool and catlike. Her technique was mesmerising, and Rachel was wondering how he could last so long when suddenly she flinched and Rachel knew he was filling her mouth with his seed. The girl looked up at him for the first time and swallowed, running a single finger around her lips in a timelessly sexy movement. But Eric and Evie were still leading her. Out of the pool? No, they were taking her to one side of the steps, to a single big step that she could stand on, that brought her about waist-high out of the water. "What are we doing?" she asked, only a little nervously. Whatever it was it would be fun. "What do you think?" Evie took her hand and led her another step forward, rising out of the water onto the ledge next to her. Rachel turned to face her a little but the other woman stopped her, instead making Rachel face the edge of the pool. "Put your hands on the side," she instructed. Heart in her mouth, Rachel obeyed. She knew what was coming, but the way Eric and Evie moved was irresistible. Evie's hands were gently guiding her, but Eric's strength was pushing her and making sure she came into the right position. In a moment she was bent over the edge of the pool, the cool tiles of the floor pressed against her breasts and her belly while her round ass rose from the lapping water. She was presented helplessly for Eric's attentions. She craned her neck to look back over her shoulder at him, but her position was so flat on the ground it was basically impossible. Instead, as she felt him holding her cheeks apart to view her wet, hungry entrance, she found herself looking up at the sexy girl who was draped over the prone form of her man. She looked down at Rachel with a dirty smirk. She tried to smile back, as she heard the snap of a condom being donned, but her lips instead went to an O of surprise, as Eric quickly thrust his dick between her ready lips and into her pussy. His cock felt, at least, almost the same as Ben's and he fit her perfectly. Oh and fuck, it felt good to be fucked. The orgasm that Megan and Helena had torn from her had been unbelievable, but Rachel always found she preferred the connection of a thick cock in her pussy. Even when she didn't get off, just being able to enjoy that part of a guy - that was the best. Eric, standing right behind her on the edge of the ledge, fucked her with more force and speed than she had expected from his gentle demeanour. He pinned her to the side of the pool, and though she'd been on tiptoes for him before, he quickly lifted her up so that her weight was being supported by her upper-half, and her legs were free to kick in the water. She stretched, tried to spread wider for him, and he thrust in even more enthusiastically. He wasn't long enough to go too deep she thought, so she was more than happy for him to just fuck her with wild abandon. "Mmnah!" She couldn't be bothered with words anymore. Her legs were still in the water, and she was still too damned hot. Her bangs were stuck to her brow again, and the way Eric was humping her made her think that he was only trying to get her hotter and hotter until she caught fire. She loved it; her already sensitive pussy being filled again and again with strong, confident thrusts by this nice guy she'd only just met. And she jumped with surprise as his wife suddenly jumped up next to her on the side of the pool. Evie had hopped up so that her ass was on the cold, tiled floor; so that she was sitting facing the pool. Craning her neck, Rachel could look up at her, and Evie gave her a wink before, with a yelp, she was yanked forward. Rachel could see her new partner, the well-built guy, was between Evie's thighs. A moment later, from the other girl's ecstatic cry, she could tell he was in her. Every encounter at this party seemed to get crazy quickly she thought shakily as Eric addled her brain with his prick, and Evie's hot thigh pressed against her shoulder. Evie wasn't holding back with her cries of pleasure, and without thinking Rachel found herself getting more vocal too. If the room had been hot when they'd come in - they'd turned it into a sauna. And other people had noticed. From the corner of her eye Rachel saw the sexy cock-sucker on the recliner stretch and stand with feline grace. She left her partner (who still hadn't moved a muscle) on the chair and went to greet another few people who had just wandered in. Rachel could only see their feet from her angle, and in moments she couldn't see those as the cock-sucker went down onto her knees and took another prick in her mouth. Wow, that girl knew what she liked. "Hoah, this is tight," Evie's guy said and drew a laugh from Eric. "Ain't she the best!" Then he was leaning over Rachel, his prick held tight, deep inside her. "Your ass is incredible," was all he said, before he leaned back and started up his rhythm again. "Mmnn!" Fuck, this was incredible. The feeling of Evie being fucked right next to her was such a turn on, she just hoped she wasn't going to burn out before she found her man. Eric leaned back a little more and for the first time she found that she could comfortably come up on her elbows on the poolside. He held her hips as she leaned to plant a kiss on Evie's arm, then he started fucking her even faster than before. His breathing was cutting up, tearing as he lost himself in her. She heard another woman's voice behind her - the big guy's partner seemed to be whispering encouragement to both of the guys, balls deep in other women at the pool side. She closed her eyes listened to the splash of water, and felt the sublime penetration of the cock plunging in and out of her grateful cunt. When she opened them, there was a female hand guiding a thick prick towards her lips. And when she looked up, there he was. - - - He had been through studies and closets and nooks and kitchens and bathrooms looking for her. He'd seen plenty of people he knew, several of them with similar deep red hair, but it had never been her. He'd intruded on at least a dozen couplings and triplings and he'd evaded a handful of very clear invitations. It was always a little tempting, but after he'd found release in Sophie's tight little hole he'd felt remarkably focussed. In the gym there had been men tied to the gym equipment and women teasing them mercilessly. In the library a perfect circle had formed in front of the fire. He was on his second pass through the poolroom when he saw Doug again. "Joe, hey, how's it going?" "Good," Joe kept scanning the room as he answered, "But I saw this great-looking girl earlier and now she's disappeared." "Maybe she went home? Anyway, man, come down to the hot-pool with us." Joe felt a little rude to have only just noticed that Doug was still with the cute blonde from before. "Hey," he nodded apologetically. "Hey," she smiled, unoffended. She wouldn't have gone home yet would she? And it was hardly likely that she'd be tucked away in that steamy little mini-pool room but... well he hadn't looked in there yet. Down the claustrophobic, dimly lit corridor they went, to the recessed lighting and soft splashing of the small poolroom. A total fuck-pad, added on by the former gentleman of this estate before a cardio-vascular incident sent him tits up and his commanding wife started hosting these parties every month. The lighting in there was even dimmer than he remembered, a faint blue glow giving everything an ethereal feel, even the people fucking at the edge of the pool. He recognized Evie being ploughed by some brick wall of a dude, but she was in the way and he couldn't see who it was that Eric had bent over the side of the pool. He liked the way her ass jiggled as he slapped against it though. Flic was there too, and she lifted herself off some tall guy who seemed to be either sleeping or dead to come and meet them. It was partly Sophie's contradictions that drove guys crazy, but there was nothing contradictory about Flic. She was 110% sex. Her hips swayed like a cartoon character. "Joe, Dougy, how you doing boys?" The blonde girl with Doug draped her arm around his shoulders showily, to which Flic just raised a hand. The two girls' palms touched, a peace concord of sorts. "Well we were looking for something just like this," Doug eyed the bodies in the pool, backlit by the soft underwater lights. "Joey was looking for a girl." "He found one." A dangerous smile spread across Flic's face as she dropped to her knees before him. She stripped the towel from around his waist with a flick of her wrist and had the base of his flaccid prick in her hand before he could even react. She raised it to her lips and took it in her mouth. His prick became her clever tongue's plaything, and of course it wanted to play back. All the fucking, all the bodies he'd seen in the last half an hour... He felt the blood rushing to his loins before he could even protest. "Flic," he said, as Doug and his girl looked on, "I really am looking for someone." "Mm-hmm?" She humoured him, her dark eyes on his as he helplessly swelled to fill her mouth. God, she was good. And the view he had here, of her perfect breasts hanging as she leaned to swallow his shaft, of her luscious hips flaring out behind her as she knelt... Yes, helpless was definitely the word. He felt his resolution wavering as the other girl led Doug over to the pool. Flic's head came up off his almost perfectly erect cock, and with a pornographic gasp she tilted her head to one side and licked up his whole length, making sure he got a good look. "Looking for Sophie?" she asked, her hand still pumping at the base of him, squeezing and making sure he was hard as a rock. "I think she said she was gonna... get you." "Ah... She got me ok." Joe caught her head as she leaned back in to take him between her lips again. "I'm looking for a red-head. Tattoo on her arm." Flic raised her eyebrows. For a moment it looked like she had nothing to say, and Joe was about to let her go when she sighed and spoke again. "Well I was just enjoying watching a red-head with a tattoo getting reamed by Evie's guy over there before you and your lovely prick came in." Joe looked across at the crowd in the pool, now joined by Doug and his girl who were fooling around with another blonde behind the two men. "It's not like me to play cupid, but..." Flic pouted and seemed to be turning things over in her head for a moment (all the time her hand working his cock so very skilfully), "I suppose I could introduce you." With that she stood and, guiding him by his cock, she led him to the poolside. And there she was, eyes closed, panting and gasping as Eric planted his hands firmly on her rump and fucked her for all he was worth. He kneeled, barely noticing Evie throwing back her head and crying out in ecstasy next to him as Flic's long fingers tugged his throbbing manhood towards the girl's unsuspecting face. He could take her in up close for the first time, and she was just as cute as he'd thought. Her small nose, the scattering of freckles across her cheeks, her full ass and her plump breasts jumping with Eric's thrusts. And that tattoo was just visible on the inside of her upper arm. It looked like two cartoon characters, so cute. In fact now he noticed another one - a little block thing on her hand. She had her fingers splayed out by his knees. He took it all in and smiled. Most of all it was that indefinable aura she had. Carefree but cautious. Tough but unguarded. His kind of girl. When she opened her eyes to look up at him he could see the surprise registering. Like she had been looking for him too. Was that possible? "Hey Red," Flic purred, "I have a gentleman here who wants to meet you." She urged him forwards a little more, and the cum-slick head of his cock touched her lips. All around them the room was blooming and erupting with lust and passion. In the half-light bodies became shapes and the sounds of sex and water became nothing but sighs in the background. Flic let him go and he felt her move away. "I'm Rachel," she said. As she spoke her lips left his shining head and when she stopped they met it again. She pouted, kissed the very tip of him and he saw his seed glisten on her lips. Hi, Rachel. I'm Joe." "Joe," she said. Then she took his cock in her mouth, and that was that.