4 comments/ 37510 views/ 6 favorites Mix and Match Ch. 01 By: scenester It is the privilege, some say duty, of the young to embrace the fullness of life before they are overtaken by age and responsibility. That was the philosophy that I lived by in the wild and wonderful years shortly after I graduated from university. I was lucky enough to land a decent job in a great city, and had begun to spend my nights exploring the fascinating demi-monde of nightclubs, dive bars and all night parties. Over time, I had managed to accumulate a solid, trusting circle of friends with whom I could greet life in all of its glory. Never blinking. Never turning away. I was young, unfettered and the only thing I had to fear was regret. The night was cool and chilly as I arrived at Jessica's apartment building. I was there to pick her up as we headed to our friend, Malcolm's, 30th birthday. An enfant terrible in his own right, Malcolm was one of the more extravagant friends I'd ever known and he had built up a notorious reputation for throwing fantastic parties, so there was no doubt that he was going to see his twenties off in high, decadent style. Now the only question was what qualified as high decadence. "Hey, Chris, come on in. still getting ready. Sorry. You know how girls are." Though, I quickly pushed such speculation from my mind as Jessica opened the door and greeted me. Jessica and I were friends going all the way back to university, when she was roommates and best friends with Teresa, my old ex-girlfriend and now Malcolm's fiance. Teresa and I had been together throughout our school days, but had broken up on near the end of our senior year. We were both young, both changing, and frankly, both stupid; unable to make up our minds about whether or not we wanted to be with each other. Arguments about needing some space turned into misinterpretations of cheating turned into jealousy and messiness. I kept my distance from Teresa for a while, but we both moved in the same circles, and we'd see each other around. Jess was always good, though, about playing the neutral mediator and playing down any awkwardness, always patient and always ready with a charming distraction. "Make yourself at home, Chris. I just need to put some makeup on, and I'll be ready to go." True to her word, Jessica didn't leave me waiting for long before she emerged, looking quite fetching indeed. She had donned a light gunmetal grey vintage-y dress that worked with her dark hair to bring out the blue in her eyes and clung to her body in all of the right ways. Jess could go on in lengthy tirades against the twigs that represented modern women's fashion, and unlike Teresa, who had a lean, dancer's body, Jess had curves that she was never shy of accentuating. "So," Jessica asked as she grabbed her jacket, "any ideas what's in store for tonight?" "No," I replied. "Do you have any theories?" "Well," she said as she rooted about for her house keys, "Mal's been spending a bit of time talking to Tim and you know what that might mean." ... Tim was our friendly neighborhood drug pusher; though he preferred the term "facilitator." While my friends and I were hardly what one might call addicts, we all certainly were experienced, most of us had enjoyed the occasional line of ecstasy or tab of LSD at a party in the past. Some folks use a vodka and Red Bull to prime themselves for a night out; we used amphetamines. It lowered inhibitions, made the night more fun, and so long as everyone knew what they were getting into, the drugs usually didn't create too much carnage. Usually. "What do you think of that?" I asked Jessica. "Well ..." she trailed off while considering her answer. She looked at me then, her blue eyes locking on me with her usual intensity. "We're all consenting adults. Besides, you're only young and invulnerable once, right?" ... "Right." In no time, we were in my car, heading down the city's main boulevards to Justin's downtown loft. Fast music on the stereo, anticipation building in our minds. It was Justin who was hosting Malcolm's party. Best friends since before I knew either of them, Malcolm and Justin were an ideal pair, sharing tastes in wine, women and whimsy. Though, while Malcolm was the bon vivant, the dynamic center of gravity for any social situation, Justin was the quiet, more cerebral fellow who took care of all the details, planning events, setting the stage and making things happen. It was a division of roles that suited both of them quite well. Even now that Justin was engaged to Olivia we hardly noticed any slowdown in his partying; and if rumors were to be believed, it seemed that Justin was still one to share his pleasure with his dear friend. Of course, I was never one to give much weight to rumor. On the way there Jessica asked, "looking forward to seeing Teresa again?" The time apart between Terry and I had been good for us, and we had both eventually gotten over each other. Now that she was engaged to Malcolm, the earlier tension between us had dissolved, though there was a still a way that we held each other's gaze a bit longer than everyone else. For her part, Jessica had been a steadfast friend to both of us, giving me an attentive ear and supportive heart. While a part of me wondered what would have happened if things had been different, if I had started dating her instead of Teresa, another part realized that such speculation was useless. Our histories are our histories, and we can only think of what we can do, not what we could have done. Jess, for her part, always blushed whenever I brought the subject up and said it was just weird to think of it. She was our friend. That's the way she wanted it, and that's the way it would be. We arrived at the party, and were apparently one of the last ones there. Justin was at the door to greet us. "Good evening. We were about to cancel the party if you didn't show up." "Oh gosh, why the pressure?" Jess said with mock embarassment. "We're not the ones having the birthday." "Ah, but you, my dear are the one bringing all of the charm." Probably the oldest member of our circle, a high paid software architect at some tech company, Justin had built a fairly nice life for himself in the way that all architects do ... one step and structure at a time. I always had the feeling that every word and every deed of his had some agenda or idea. Nothing nefarious, of course, but just constant and deliberate. Behind him was his fiance, Olivia, a devastatingly gorgeous redhead with warm, green eyes, cute nose and luscious lips. The two of us had also been friends, but nothing more. Either I was in a relationship while she was single, or she was involved with someone when I was free. Now that she was engaged to Justin, it was just inconvenient, yet we both were fond of flirting with each other. That the ring on her finger made it clear how far either of us could go. She kissed me on the cheek and said that she was also glad that we had arrived. As we advanced further inside, I made eye contact with Tim and his girlfriend, Wendy, both whom looked quite pleased with themselves. Tim was a handsome fellow with a roguish goatee and swanky wardrobe. Wendy was nubile young blonde with long hair, dark eyes and a charming smile. She was dressed in a short skirt and a cap-sleeved top with a plunging neckline that emphasized her impressive cleavage. How impressive? It is perhaps enough to say that Wendy was 24, and as some men know, 24 is a rare and lovely age for a woman's tits. As she approached to greet us, those delightful eyes twinkled and she asked, "looking forward to tonight?" I had tried to pump her for clues about what was planned for the evening, but Wendy played it sly and told us that we just had to wait and see. The last bit she said as she moved on, leaving me the lovely sight of how her skirt flounced with her stride. It was Malcolm who found us next with Teresa on his arm. "Chris! So glad you could make it." From anyone else, that would've sounded trite, but I've known Malcolm well enough to know that he's always been sincere about it. We'd known each other for years. Partied at the same clubs. Chased the same women. Cried on each other's shoulders and celebrated each other's successes. Now, here he was, turning thirty and getting old, and glad to have me with him on the next phase of his journey. Though, from the gleam in Teresa's eye, Malcolm wasn't the only one who was glad that I was here. While her engagement to Malcolm was a relatively recent thing, it was probably the one thing that we needed to finally settle things with each other. She was now engaged, committed, and the way that we looked and smiled at each other could now be seen as simply friendship rather than the embers of romance. That was what we needed to be friends again. We all chatted over our past, sharing war stories and waxing nostalgic over memories before Jessica interrupted, saying, "listen to us reminiscing. We're all starting to sound like old folks in the retirement home." "Oh believe me, my dear," Malcolm said as he regarded her coolly. "I have no intention of retiring anytime soon." "Jessica!" I could recognize Misha's voice anywhere. All the moreso now that she was barrelling across the room to hug us in greeting. A friend of Jessica's that she had brought into our circle; the appearance of Misha was a sure-bet at any event where Jessica might be attending. With a Japanese father and a Russian mother, Misha was a mutt, albeit a fascinatingly exotic one, possessed of long, lustrous dark hair and proud Slavic cheekbones. Her boyfriend Francis was here as well, chatting with Alexis and Quentin at the other side of the room. As Misha dragged Jessica away to catch up, I excused myself as well and made my way over to Quentin's side. Quentin was also another friend of mine, closer than anyone else in this room. He was slightly more conservative in his lifestyle, though you wouldn't know it from the looks of him. Like Misha, he was also Asian -- Chinese, and wore his hair in a long ponytail that hid tattoos that ran across his back and shoulders. Appearing to all the world like some tough, biker thug, he rarely drank and had never done drugs. Both he and Alexis had generally excused themselves when the speed and LSD appeared at past parties. So I was more than a bit surprised to see them here tonight. But judging from their questions to Francis, it looks like that was all about to change. Francis was a bit like Mal and Justin, a guy who liked a good time, but was less subtle and a little more brazen and blunt about things. He was a tall, big guy, with the loudest laugh in any room and the most voracious appetite at any table. "well, it's all about the trust you have," Francis was saying, "your inhibitions do drop as the drug takes effect. But we don't take advantage of that. You're under no obligation to do anything that you're not comfortable with. We're all friends here." "Have things ever gotten really out of control?" Alexis asked, her big, green eyes wide with curiosity. "Like, you know, sex?" "Not really," I said as I joined in. "Ecstasy makes your skin really sensitive and amplifies pleasure, but it also suppresses blood flow, so guys can't get erections. Women might have different results but," I said, smiling, "I wouldn't know." Alexis was another newcomer to our group, having started dating Quentin only a few months before. She was compact, barely topping 5 feet, though with an hourglass figure that seemed exaggerated by her short stature. While it can sometimes be a challenge to insert yourself into a group of folks who were tightly knit, Alexis's bubbly, curious nature made her a natural fit for our clique. The rest of the party passed pleasantly as we all got comfortable, chatting amongst each other. The event wasn't as big as previous ones, but there were enough people to make mingling easy. Any suspicions that I had about whether drugs would appear tonight were more or less answered by the fact that everyone was drinking water. Alcohol tended to interfere with the drug. Now, it was just a matter of when the substances would make their appearance; and I wasn't sure when that would happen. In the meantime, I got into a conversation with Teresa as both of us regarded Malcolm while he made his way around the room, with Jessica in tow. "It's really nice to see you again," she said. "It's great to see you too. Mal's treating you well?" "Quite. It seems weird, doesn't it? Us getting married in a few months? You aren't broken up about that?" "No, I'm happy for you. Really." She blinked at that, looking genuinely touched before leaning in to peck me on the cheek and slip my hand into hers for a brief squeeze. "You've always been so sweet." And then she left, leaving me to wonder about what she meant, Though, I realized that I wouldn't be wondering for too long; as Justin started tapping his glass to get everyone's attention. "Now, my friends," Justin said as he unveiled two ziplock bags with white pills in them, "the real party begins. Some of us have been here before, and for some of us this is their first time ever. I hope that it'll be great for all of us, though. A little something to note this time around. You might notice that each ziplock bag has a little sharpie drawing on them. One is the Mars symbol, for the men in the audience. The other is the symbol of Venus, and is only meant for women." "what's the difference?" Alexis asked. "Oh, the guys version is cut with Viagra." A hush had descended over the party now, interrupted as Justin spoke up. "Special measures for a special party. I'm sure we've all hit that limit of physical intimacy while we've rolled, and many of us have been curious about what it would be like to overcome that. Now you all will get that opportunity, but it's a step that is yours to take. None of you will be forced to do anything that you wouldn't want to do. If any of you are uncomfortable with the idea, you can walk away at any time." Yet, nobody did. If anything, Alexis and Quentin looked eager, despite it being their first time. Both Francis and Misha, likewise, looked at everyone else us with bright, excited eyes. Wendy had a feral gleam in her gaze, like she knew what awaited all of us and couldn't wait to see it happen right then and there. I briefly made eye contact with Jessica and her face displayed a sort of quiet confidence. She wasn't going to pull away either; no matter what might happen. So, after a few tense moments, Malcolm stood up and said, "okay then, let's do some drugs." And that's when everything began to change. "Before we get carried away, though," Malcolm chimed in, "here are some ground rules." "There are two bedrooms in this loft and an office with a pull-out couch. If you want privacy, you can go into any of those rooms and close the door or draw a screen. If you see a closed door, knock and only enter if the person opens it. "Similarly, there are two bathrooms in this house. If you need to freshen up, close the door, and if you see a closed door, knock and do not enter until the person inside lets you. "There's one for everyone here, but sometimes you need a re-charge. Since it's my birthday and I'm generous; none of you will pay for this. It's an open night. But all the same, don't be greedy. Share. This is what this night should be all about. Sharing." And at that last point we couldn't help but notice a significant look that Mal tossed at Teresa; who blushed slightly at the attention. "Don't do anything that the other person doesn't want to do." Justin added, "and in reverse, don't feel pressured to do anything that you aren't comfortable with. If you came here with someone be sure to communicate with your partner before anyone gets carried away." "And, of course," Malcolm said at the end. "Have fun." Both Justin and I took our pills orally, popping them in our mouths and chasing with a glass of water. A few other crushed them and did lines. Doing lines got one high faster, but I never liked the burning sensation that came with snorting. Of course, the practice has always had a certain hedonistic charm to it; and as Wendy leaned forward to do her lines; her bountiful cleavage threatening to spill out of her tight dress, I had to admit that the practice had its merits. Now, we waited. At some point, someone had lit a set of candles and distributed them around the loft, shrouding us in shadow and encouraging us to sit closer. The drugs always took some time to kick in; and that dead time between was always fraught with a certain anxiety. Will it happen? Will it be good? Will I like it? To distract myself from such thoughts, I fell into conversation with Francis and Misha. It's been a while since I had seen them, and they were currently talking to Jessica; so it was easy to insinuate myself into their discussion. It turned out, perhaps unsurprisingly, that the conversation was about sex, or more specifically, swinging. Francis and Misha, despite being in a relationship were far from monogamous. "Biologically," Misha said, "we're meant to be in committed relationships for the purposes of raising children, but if we don't want to have kids yet, there's no reason for us to limit ourselves to one person. So long as you have clearly defined boundaries and a mutual sense of trust, it can make for an amazing experience." At this, Francis tossed both of us a significant look. I knew the way his eyes devoured Jess when her gaze was turned, but this time his eyes had a boldness and hunger in them that didn't flinch when she looked back. "If you don't mind my asking," Jessica asked as she took in his lascivious gaze, "have you experimented with other folks around here?" "Oh yeah," Francis replied, "we had first messed around with Tim and Wendy . Misha used to date him from back in the day, and had broken up on good terms. She once mentioned to me that she had always fantasized about being done by two guys at the same time, and Tim was a natural person to ask. Naturally, Wendy came along as well. And it's been awesome so far. Justin's joined in recently, and he's trying to convince Olivia to come along." One thing I had to say for Tim, he bought good drugs. It didn't take long for the substances to kick in and for my consciousness to streamline into the rush of amphetamines coursing through my system. Suddenly, everything became brighter, bolder and more vivid. The music in the room felt fuller; the bass coursing through my body and soul. I looked about for a moment and spotted Quentin and Alexis who, from the looks on their faces, were also lifting off with me. "You guys ok?" you asked. "Wow..." was all Alexis could say for a moment. "yeah. wow. We're really ok." I explained to them what they might expect; how the drug was going to overload their senses and quicken their pulses. Their heartrates increase, their bodies warm up and every stroke, every caress will feel like pure pleasure. "Drink water," I said, "as it'll keep you going and keep you from getting dehydrated. That's one of the biggest worries about ecstasy use." But soon, worry was the last thing on my mind, as the music at the party started to mingle with my rush. Bass-heavy groove triggered a response in my spine and an accelerated starting getting all of our pulses pumping. It wouldn't be long before the vibe and the blood got people heated up. Our pulses raced, and the textures of our clothes became super-real and stifling. I soon noticed that Alexis was stroking her face absently, relishing in the sensation of her own touch. Then I made eye contact with her and got her silent assent to run my hands over her firm back and rounded shoulders. Quentin then leaned in to kiss his girlfriend and as they got wrapped up in their own little rush, I got up to see how everyone else was doing. Mix and Match Ch. 01 Wendy was the first to discard her top, letting Francis unbutton it as he made out with her on Justin's couch, exposing her plump cleavage and black bra to everyone in the room. She did not seem embarrassed, and on the contrary, looked around eagerly to ensure that she had the attention of every guy in the room. It wasn't long before everyone was shedding clothing. I stood in a corner, nursing my water and just taking in the sight of it all. Misha walked around, sharing some private joke with Justin, except without her skirt and her toned ass was barely covered by a purple thong. Quentin's shirt was gone now, his tattoos on full display as Alexis, now having shed her top as well, was grinding herself against his firm thigh. A girl came upon me from behind, slipping her arm around my waist, pressing herself against my back. I turned and saw that it was Jessica. Her eyes as big as saucers, her grey dress gone. For a moment, I took in the sight of soft flesh clad in a white cotton bra, then her hand came up and cupped my face, before she tilted her lips up to mine. Our kiss was soft, gentle, like we were just having a taste of each other before deciding if we wanted more. I had thought about what this kiss would be like, even if I never really believed that it would happen. I could feel her fingers, lightly picking apart the buttons on my shirt. She whispered, "Chris ... have you ... ever ... wondered?" And I didn't need to have her complete the sentence. Just one look in her curious blue eyes was all that I needed to see before I nodded meaningfully to her. We looked at each other for what seemed like forever. I think we both knew that this could happen, but for so many years, we'd denied it out of the sake of our other friendships. Yet, right here, right now, there didn't seem to be any reason to keep up the charade. Still, I hesitated. It was so much, so soon, and I wasn't sure if it was going to be right. "Yes, I have" I told her finally, "but let's take our time." And she nodded at me as I slowly, reluctantly, moved from the corner, but taking care to squeeze her hand affectionately, to let her know that I'd be around. I circulated around the party for a time, watching our friends enter progressively greater stages of undress. Pretty much everyone was in their underwear now. As another rush of pleasure overwhelmed me, I sat down in a chair that had been turned to face the open door of Justin's bedroom, and found myself surprised at my sense of arousal, a previously foreign state at these events. My cock was swelling, straining against my jeans when it was normally in an amphetamine induced torpor. The two spheres of intimacy, emotional and physical, had always been separate matters at these parties, and that always made things feel safer. Yet, now the two were joined and I wasn't sure how far it would lead. Though, from where I was seated looking into the bedroom, it looked like things were headed in a rather interesting direction. For there, surrounded by candles and sprawled out on the bed was Teresa, stripped to panties and a camisole and lying between Malcolm and Justin as she took turns kissing them with an unmistakably intensifying passion before they turned her over and straddled her. It was with rapt attention that I watched Justin and Mal as they worked Teresa's back. Their hands stroking ever further southward, sliding over her firm ass and toned thighs, then gliding back up her trim back and smooth shoulders. Malcolm was lying beside her and leaned over to kissing her spine, eliciting soft moans from my ex-girlfriend. As Teresa arced her back in languid ecstasy; Malcolm made the daring move of reaching around her and cupping her firm tits. She made no effort to discourage him either; merely groaning as he stroked her perky nipples; their twin protrusions now clearly visible in the light silk of her top. Justin was likewise taking advantage of Teresa's delerium as he positioned himself behind her and slowly spread her legs while letting his fingers stroke the inside of her thighs. So focused was I on the events in Malcolm's bed and how far they portended to go, that I hardly noticed Olivia as she sidled up to the chair, leaning on the armrest before her fingers gently stroked my shoulder and neck. Like everyone else, she seemed to have lost most of her clothes and was just flouncing about in a white silk bra and panties. Then her light touch came up to my cheek and ear as she leaned over and whispered. "Shameless, isn't he? You know that he's had his eye on her for a while." "I'm sure," you replied, "I heard from Francis that the two of you have been experimenting." "Justin more than I," she said, her whispering lips now close to your ear, "I just haven't found someone suitable yet. Francis is a bit of rough around the edges. Tim, I don't fully trust ... not yet." "You know, it's funny that we've always been ... inconvenient for each other." "Yes, well ..." her voice was now quiet but deliberate, "maybe it's just been a matter of patience and waiting for the right opportunity." I turned my head and saw Olivia looking at me, her eyes smoldering, lips apart. I was starting to have feelings for Jess, but I've lusted after Olivia for many years now. Her red hair was positively glowing. I let instinct kick in as I raised my head and kissed her, a gesture she returned eagerly. She collapsed into the chair, then straddled me, letting me wrap my arms around her shapely waist and silk-clad ass. For a moment, it was the realization of a dream come true. Sweet, unattainable Olivia in my arms. Her lips were as sweet as I had imagined. Her skin was soft to my touch, yielding to my caresses. We kissed each other playfully, inhaling the sweet scent of our ardor as the two of us indulged in this new intimacy. Then, dropping my left hand on her round ass, I started to squeeze and fondle a silk wrapped buttock; which elicited an appreciative moan from her. She responded in kind as she dropped a hand to my jeans, to rub my stiff cock. At the same time, I had raised my right hand to massage her back and shoulders, feeling the play of muscles and tracing the course of her spine. As I ran my hand over the small of her back, I felt her body arch, her pert breasts pressing into my chest. I took that as an opportunity to reach over and unsnap her bra, which brought her pause and caused her to break the kiss. At first I was worried about having gone too far, but Olivia quickly reassured me by leaning in close once more and whispering, "let's take this somewhere a little more private." With that she took up a loose bra strap with one hand, and my hand with her other, as she got up and starting walking upstairs to the main bedroom. Meanwhile, behind me, there was an audible groan and I turned my head briefly to watch as Justin slipped his finger into Teresa's panties and began fingering her while Mal fondled her new fully exposed nipples. Mix and Match Ch. 02 As I walked up the stairs, following Olivia, I couldn't help but ogle the way her firm ass swayed with every step. I also remembered the way that I followed her up another set of stairs, a year or so earlier. It was at a nightclub where we were all regulars, The Straylight. I was there with Dana, a grad student that I was dating at the time, and also in attendance were Olivia, Justin and a few other friends. Another night of youth to waste, and the music was deafening. But I didn't need to hear Olivia to recognize the simmering anger in her eyes. She had reached the top of the stairs, getting to a balcony that allowed us to look out over the dancefloor. Down below us, Justin was grinding up against an olive skinned girl that had been poured into a pair of leather pants. I don't remember her name ... I don't think she lasted that long. Still, on that night, she seemed the target of Olivia' silent fury. At the time, Olivia and Justin had not yet gotten engaged, but everyone knew that their relationship was serious. And, everyone also knew that Justin still liked to play around. "You alright?" I asked her. Olivia' bright green eyes shimmered beneath neon light and that brilliant glare turned to me for a moment before softening. "I'm fine." "No, you're not." "I *will* be fine. It's just ... God." She put her hand on my arm, and quietly guided me to the back exit. There was a fire escape, and normally an alarm would sound, but it was also the unofficial smoking pen; and the owner of The Straylight had quietly allowed the alarm to be disconnected so that smokers could come and go as they pleased. Olivia pulled me out there, and the music faded behind us as the door swung shut. A couple of other smokers were out there as well, minding their own business. "you know," she said, continuing, "I know that he'll come home with me. That he loves me and he'll never leave. I know this. Deep, deep down. But you know, sometimes, I just wish that it would be like it was when we were first together and he only had eyes for me. Just for one night ... you know?" "Why do you put up with this?" Olivia smiled wryly as she considered the question, and I could tell she was winding up with a story. She usually made these endearing faces when she was about to come up with a story. It made me wonder if she used that knowingly in her day job as a public defender. "When I was little, my family had this terrier named Max. It was the happiest little puppy, and everyday when I would come home from school ... it didn't matter if it was raining and my dad forgot to pick me up, or if I got a bad grade on something that I worked really hard on. I'd come home to Max and he always cheered me up. Always made me feel that things weren't so bad. He may not be at home whenever I got back from school, he sometimes played with other dogs in the neighborhood, but if I needed him, all I had to do was whistle, and he'd come barking back to me. "That's the way I am with Justin. I work all day, arguing for all of these people who are the dregs of society; and no matter how bad it gets, I come home and he's always got some new scheme or some funny story and I forget all about the arguments that I lost or the clients that got mad with me. He is so in love with life, that I can't begrudge him escapades like this; especially when I know that he'll come back. He's just being a boy." I folded my arms and just looked her, then said, "You do realize that not all boys are like him?" "Yeah, I know." and at this she met me eye for eye. I should know better than to get into a staredown with a lawyer. "And it's damn shame, too. How's Dana, by the way?" I gave her the out on the change of subject, and just looked away. "She's fine. Getting ready to defend her thesis, and just needs to blow off a bit steam before the big day." Dana, it turned out, defended her thesis quite well and finagled that degree into a job offer at a research company on the other side of the country. While I liked her, and I liked us; in the end, it was not enough to justify my moving. So we broke up a few months ago. It was amicable, but I think we both left the relationship wondering if we got anything out of it outside of someone warm to sleep beside at night. Now we were in the present. I was in Justin and Olivia' party, high on ecstasy, and Olivia was in her underwear and Dana was history. We had just started making out on the couch a moment ago, and as I unsnapped her bra, she took that as a cue to lead me somewhere more private. Once in the main bedroom, Olivia turned back to me and allowed her bra to drop, allowing me to feast my eyes, for the first time, on her naked breasts. They were as breathtaking as I had hoped, grapefruit-sized orbs topped by an exquisite pair of rosy nipples, and as I leaned forward to kiss her once more, I cupped them in my hands, feeling her hard nipples dig into my palms. Olivia, for her part, wasted no time in unzipping my fly and diving for my shaft. Her touch was electric to my already sensitive flesh; and my cock nearly leaped out of my jeans as she stroked me feverishly. We devoured each other now with our lips, hands everywhere, bodies grinding. With a slight push, I sent her lying backwards on the bed, and expecting what was to come next, Olivia obligingly hooked two fingers under her panties and swiftly let them drop to the floor. Even in the dim candle light, I could make out the lips of her sex, peeking out from her red curls, swollen and aroused with lust. My own cock was likewise aroused and prominent, and Olivia smiled widely as she took me in hand, gave me a tender squeeze and guided me towards her. Her pussy was snug, juicily clinging to my turgid shaft as I introduced myself with a couple of short strokes, exploring her gradually as she opened up to accomodate my size. I never thought of myself as being particularly huge. My cock wasn't longer than average, but it was thick, at least that's what Teresa used to say. Judging by Olivia's gasps as I pinned her to the mattress, and by the eagerness with which she raised her hips to meet mine, I guess I was thick enough. Soon, she was fully wet, and I went hilt deep and held myself there for a few minutes, both of us savoring the pleasures of our new union. Olivia smiled at me warmly as I pulled out slowly, withdrawing to my tip, and then sighed again as I gently slid back in. The sighs turned into a soft, rhythmic cooing as I found my pace, and took her in a soft, unhurried fashion. "I can't believe we waited this long before doing this." Olivia had closed her eyes now as we fucked; losing ourselves in this prize that we had long denied to each other. Her hands clapsed around the back of my head, running through my hair. Her lips offered themselves for lurid, passionate kisses, and her legs pressed against my waist as she gradually approached climax. I sat up then, drawing my legs beneath me. Then, my hands cupped her shapely ass, then lifted her up so that her thighs were resting on my thighs and knees, her torso arcing back and down so that my cock was now driving into her elastic pussy from above. I couldn't hold out for long at this pace; but mutual lust had set our course and Olivia's impending orgasm had determined my fate. Her gasps were building, her cunt contracting as her hips wriggled around into mine. The Ecstasy had turned this into a cavalcade of sensation, and it was all that I could to hold myself back. "Olivia," I gasped, "I'm not wearing a ..." "It's ok, Chris. Come inside me. Please come inside me." So, with a couple more determined strokes, I let myself explode into her torrid, steaming cunt, my hot, flowing semen triggering her own climax. Olivia went rigid for a moment, her mouth frozen in a silent scream, her thighs rising off the bed as I continued to pump her with my erupting cock. Then she let all of her air out in one huge groan, and her body began to return the favor in kind, her skillful pussy milking me until we were both spent and I collapsed. Realizing that I didn't want to crush her, I rolled over but carried Olivia with me in my arms so that she was lying on top. "Well, that was fantastic." We both giggled at that, enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed together. My cock was still inside her, softening now but still enjoying her moistness. Outside, someone was moaning, and it brought another smile to our lips. I ran my hand appreciatively over Olivia's soft ass, while she rested her head on my chest, her rich, red hair spread out across my shoulders. "I'm glad we got to do this," she said finally. "Before, you know ..." She looked up at me as I perked my eyebrow at her. "You mean," I asked, "Justin's giving up messing around after the wedding?" "Well, probably not completely, but it's going to be different. We talked about it and I think we're both arranging one last night for ourselves. Not the bachelor and bachelorette party. Another night for each of us," and at this she looked at me in the eye, "... to be with whoever we want." I held her gaze for a few beats, and then looked back at the door, "well, that can be interesting, but I don't know. I might be indisposed when the time comes." Olivia smirked, "really? You have someone else in mind? Someone here?" "Maybe ..." I still remembered that kiss that I shared with Jessica earlier and the way I told her, 'later' "Then I shouldn't keep you." Olivia lifted herself up, and I felt a bit of regret as she let my wet prick slip out of her. "But," she said, taking my hand then giving me a nice, long, deep kiss. "Thank you. For being you." "No problem. And this was for you. Not plural 'you'. Singular 'you'." "I know." I opened the door to the master bedroom and saw that Wendy and Tim were just outside. Wendy was topless now and looked fantastic. Her blonde hair and pale skin glistened in the darkness, with candlelight casting flickering shadows across her young, ripe boobs, which were capped with wide, pale aureolae and thick nipples. Next, to her Tim's eyes positively shone as he looked behind me and saw Olivia lying in repose on the mattress, still flushed with the heat of our coupling. He had lost his shirt sometime ago, but still kept his jeans. "Shame on you both for keeping the door closed. Sounds like we missed quite a performance." Wendy leaned in to kiss me, slipping her hands around my waist and rubbing up against me. The soft cotton of her panties glided across my limp but still damp cock as her nipples offered themselves up for my thumbs to caress. It was a tempting distraction, but I had other people in mind and I broke the kiss, and simply whispered, "later." Wendy pouted briefly and stepped back to look at Olivia, who was already making room for Tim as he approached the bed. "Chris has other business," Olivia explained, smiling, "but that doesn't mean you can't come over and keep me company." "Rain check, then," Wendy said as she released her embrace, "I look forward to collecting it." I closed the door to laughter and creaking springs. The main bedroom led out to a balcony that overlooked the main loft area. From where I stood, I could look out over Justin's open floor plan: the kitchen, the dining area with its assortment of hors d'oeuvres and canapes, now ignored, and the living room which looked to be on the verge of an orgy. The music was really going now, but nearly drowned out by laughter and moaning. Quentin and Alexis were on a recliner. Alexis was straddling Q, her bare back facing me, skirt still on but the way her hips were moving, they were either already having sex or dry humping like Alexis was going to set her boyfriend's pants on fire. Misha and Jess were on the couch, doubling up on Francis, both of them kissing their way up and down his chest. They were all still in their underwear but as I continued to watch, I saw Misha climbing down to the floor and tug Francis's boxers off of him. His cock was long and fully swollen, springing out like a beanpole as Misha ran her tongue along its shaft. A silver ball decorated its tip. That was a surprise. A couple of years ago, Malcolm and Justin had pooled some money together to rent a lakeside cabin in the woods for a week and invited us to come out and spend the weekend there. It was night, there was a half moon in the sky and the sounds of drunken laughter mixed with the splashing of water. There was a potential for skinny dipping in the air. Quentin and I had gone out as stags as it was before he met Alexis or I was seeing Dana, but most of the usual crowd was there. Teresa had just started hanging out with Malcolm then, but Jessica had brought along a doctor that she was seeing. He wasn't quite old enough to be her father, but certainly old enough to raise a couple of eyebrows. Still, Teresa and I knew how Jessica's tastes ran so it didn't surprise us much. In university, she always spent a lot of time with her professors and teaching assistants. At some point I handed a beer to Quentin as we both stood on the back porch of the cabin, watching the bikini clad silhouettes of Olivia and Jess cavorting in the shallows. I knew where Q was looking. He had briefly, clumsily, asked Jess out a few months ago and while she did her best to let him down well, it was still something he was dealing with. "Don't fixate," I said, "not your fault that you're not her type." "Just doesn't seem fair, you know. Girls our age, who we get along with and see eye to eye, just going for older guys." "It's just the way the world is. Girls mature faster than guys. To her, we're still like little brothers." "But it doesn't stay that way, right? The curve levels off eventually and we're all equally mature?" "Probably. When we're like 50 or something" "Christ, man, I thought you were trying to cheer me up ... Tell me, do you think Jess likes guys who are always a few years older than her or guys who are just his age?" "I don't know. What difference does it make?" "Difference between whether I fixate or forget." In the end, Quentin did move on and given the way Alexis was grinding against him, having things work out quite well for him. Jessica was straddling Francis now, and cradled his head as Francis ran his hands over her bra and nuzzled her cleavage. As I watched, I could see him whisper something to her that brought out a smile, and she rose up, unclipping her bra then stepping to the side for a moment, so that Francis could reach over and tug her panties down. He flung them casually to the side, and then picked her up so that she was straddling him again then let her bra drop to the couch. For a glorious moment, I could see Jess in luscious silhouette, admire the fullness of her ass and the glorious heft of her tits. Misha seemed to know where this was headed, as she lifted her head from Francis's now stiff, rigid cock. Then, as Misha moved out of the way, I could watch as Francis slowly, deliberately lowered my friend onto his waiting penis. His cock piercing glittered like a jewel before it disappeared into Jessica's pussy. A look of sheer pleasure washed over Jessica's face, and her mouth gaped open as she must have felt herself parting over Francis's thick cock. Nearby, out of view in the bedroom, I could hear a series of sharp urgent moans, a sound with which I was all too familiar, of Teresa deep in orgasm. But my eyes were on Jessica, on her slowly bouncing on Francis's pole, writhing with such sensuous grace as she lost herself. Francis was tongueing Jess's nipples now, and both of his hands were wrapped around her round and tasty ass. I remembered the gleam in Francis's eye as he and Misha talked about swapping, and the way he had looked at Jessica just then. A yearning had risen up in me as I watched them, and so I walked down from the balcony, making eye contact with Jessica as I was halfway down. She watched me too, her eyes heavy lidded but steady, her hips swaying in hypnotic half circles. We continued to look at each other as I approached, and then I was in front of her, running my hands through her dark hair as I cupped her head and brought her lips to mine. Her fingers wrapped around my waist and slid up my back before coming up to my chest to push me back slightly. "Come over to this side," she whispered. She got up as I walked around the sofa, turned around then groaned anew as she lowered herself back onto Francis's cock, this time facing away from him and toward me. Then, they resumed fucking. His breath was coming in steady gasps now, and his hands were planted on her slim waist, as he slouched deeper into the couch to give her better leverage. Now, I stood before her and Jess took my hand then placed it on her breast, letting me feel the firmness of her nipple and the soft swell of her flesh. She let her own fingers run across my shaft, sliding along its length as I slowly, gradually responded to her touch. My cock still felt spent after my time with Olivia, but I could feel my arousal returning. She smiled as she watched me stir then, looking up at me the entire time, she brought her head forward and took me slowly, fantastically into her mouth. We went at that for a while, Francis pumping her from behind as Jessica sucked my cock, letting me harden gradually. In a dim corner of my vision, Misha had wandered off, her long black hair swaying like a cape as she walked into the master bedroom where flesh and moaning still echoed. But I wasn't paying attention to her, just this blue eyed angel who was my friend for so long and had always been by my side but never in quite this way. She was moaning now as my cock swelled up to its full size, and I started to realize that while Francis's thrusts and my own were not quite in rhythm, Jessica was timing herself to my movements. As Francis picked up his pace, his breath came in ragged gasps, but Jessica's own groaning was steady and as she looked up, her eyes were fixed on mine. I stroked her cheek and she sighed in delight. As I caressed the underside of her soft breasts, she let her tongue dance over my head. And as I let my thumbs graze her sensitive nipples, she unleashed a low languorous groan, rolled her eyes and climaxed. As she did, so to did Francis, trapped beneath her hips, flooding her with his desire. And as Jess moaned in low steady pleasure, the shiver of her tongue triggered my own explosion, causing me to erupt into her hungry, swallowing throat. Eventually, Francis's orgasm subsided and Jess released me from her mouth. She turned and gave Francis a nice, lingering kiss, then stood, and took my hand and asked, "help me clean up?" I just nodded. So, leading me down the hall, Jess walked us over into the first floor bathroom. The bathroom was the very example of spare-no-expense decadence. It was all modern fixtures and dark marble. A full length mirror greeted me as I entered, showcasing the two of us in our naked glory and I reveled in the sight of Jessica's womanly body, her full, shapely tits, her wide hips framing her light brown bristly pubic hair, and as she let me go and walked over to a capacious shower, her luscious, heart shaped ass. I had been fond of her for so long, but now that had just given way to lust. "Hold on a minute," she said as she turned the shower on and lifted her leg slightly, planting it firmly on the edge of the tub. The shower had a detachable hose head, and I watched for a moment as Jessica rinsed out her vagina, streams of water flushing out traces of cum left in her by Francis. I was never one for patience, and so rather than stand back, I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She jerked back in surprise. "I was asking you to wai --- oh." Jessica's protest died on her tongue as my fingers slipped into her sodden folds. Her pussy was still slick and damp with Francis's sperm; and so my fingers had to plunge deeply into the slim confines of her pussy, to ensure a thorough cleaning. She shuddered under my touch, withdrawing her hand after a few moments to steady herself against the walls of the shower. I stroked her thoroughly in this position, fingers delving into every soft nook and every sensitive cranny, ears listening as she whimpered in slow arousal. With my other hand I cupped an ample tit and rubbed her aching nipples between my fingers; feeling them stiffen at my touch. Mix and Match Ch. 03 I got up and walked into the loft, found the kitchen and fixed myself a glass of water. Ecstasy made one thirsty. Your heart beats faster, your temperature rises and dehydration is a serious thing to worry about. I stood by the sink, and sipped my water, enjoying being alone for once. Everyone else appeared to be occupied. The moaning of men and women surrounded me as did the creaking of bed springs and furniture. "Can I have some?" I turned, and standing there in the doorway leading to the main bedroom, naked as the day she was born, was Teresa. "Hi." She looked gorgeous. She's always looked gorgeous. Her mid-length blonde hair framed the face of an angel. Perfect, champagne glass tits crowned by small, hard nipples that sat proudly on a dancer's frame, flowing down to a pert arse and a pair of rounded hips framing a riotous tangle of blonde pubic hair . Looking at her, I needed no further reminders of why our breakup still left a dull ache in my heart. It seemed like it was so long ago that we were together in college, fucking like rabbits and being young and carefree. Then we made friends in the city, got to know Justin and Quentin and everyone else. We had gone to such a small school, that being in a new crowd, with amazing and attractive people, who liked us in return was novel and dazzling. Yet, at the same time, we could feel ourselves getting distracted, letting the novelty of our early infatuation fade and then be replaced by the people that we saw around us. It started harmlessly enough, having sex in Teresa's dorm. I had fallen behind on shaving, cultivating a bit of stubble and she teased me about how it felt like Malcolm's goatee. "Oh, I think you'd like that, wouldn't you? I've seen the way you look at him." "And I've seen the way you look at Olivia." "If you close your eyes, I could rub my chin against your cheek and you can pretend it's him." And so she did, and I lowered my voice a bit to pretend it was his, and I felt her pussy spasm with an urgency that I hadn't felt in a while. Later, in other evenings, Teresa showed up with a wig, a wig of long hair and she returned the favor. She blindfolded me one night and let the wig glide across my chest, letting me imagine that it was Olivia leaned over me. It was just fun. Roleplaying and fantasizing. It didn't mean anything is what we told ourselves. But neither of us really believed that. In time, the roleplaying gave way to suspicion, and when I saw Teresa flirting with Malcolm, I feared the worst but just turned that jealousy into a self fulfilling prophecy. By accusing her of being unfaithful and showing that I couldn't trust her, I just gave Teresa more reason to lose faith in me. It took a while for me to realize my mistake, and for Teresa to see how her harmless flirting wasn't so harmless after all. Eventually, once the damage was done and we had broken up, Teresa and I came to our senses and became friends again. We both had Jess to thank for that. Now, Teresa approached me as I offered the glass of water to her. As she came closer, I could see the unsteadiness in her stride and the way her pubic hair glistened with moistness; and while she knew the direction of my gaze, she made no move to hide her state. "How are you doing?" she asked. We both realized that wasn't just a plain question. "I'm fine. Looking after myself." Teresa smiled as she said, "yeah, Tim told me that Jessica's seems to be taking pretty good care of you." "And has Malcolm been taking good care of you?" She blushed then and replied, "you could say that ..." "Really? Tell me about it." And so she told me about how Malcolm and Justin had stripped her naked in front of everyone in the party, and how they had taken turns fingering both her pussy and ass at the same time. Then after she was driven to climax, Malcolm had bound her wrists behind her, left her lying down, helpless. That's when he took her from behind. And when he had finished, he moved aside while someone else penetrated her cunt, then another, then another. At some point, she could feel someone else slip a meaty cock between her lips and fuck her mouth until he was satisfied, showering her face and neck with his hot and sticky semen. "It was a seemingly never ending stream of cocks," Teresa said. "I kind of knew when it was Malcolm or Justin, and Francis with that piercing ... holy shit. But I lost track after a while, hard to maintain coherence with all of what was going on. "The only thing I was fairly sure of," she said, now looking at me with a longing gaze, "was that you weren't one of them." My own cock had hardened considerably during the telling of her tale. I had always known how many of my male friends lusted after Teresa, and had always felt that to be a point of pride. Now, as she had described, in lewd detail, how she had let herself be used; and the eagerness by which it all had transpired, I let my arousal take over. With a low growl, I rushed her naked form and pushed her back onto the dinner table. She yelped at the unexpected aggression, caught off-guard by my eagerness, but giving herself over to it as I seized her shapely thighs and pulled her towards me and my waiting cock. We had both dispensed with foreplay at this point, and Teresa moaned in loud bliss as I entered her in one easy stroke, her semen soaked pussy providing ample lubrication for my meaty penis . As I stroked my way into her heaving, spasming vagina, Teresa fucked me in return, grasping the other edge of the table for leverage and wrapping her legs around my hips, so that her groin could meet every one of my thrusts. Beneath us, the table heaved in rhythmic creaking; which was the only sound aside from our mutual grunting. Beneath me, Teresa's pert tits quivered with each stroke, her nipples turgid and aroused. Her smile was equally large, teeth almost feral and wild, as she worked herself to a new, inexorable climax. Given our pace, it didn't take long to arrive. When it did, her vagina contracted almost violently, threatening to squeeze the blood from my cock and holding it immobile. Her back arched, arse lifting from the table surface; accompanied, by a deep, marvelous screaming release. Then, grasping me still with her sturdy thighs, I could feel her rotating her groin against my captive cock, corkscrewing herself around me as she sought to milk my pleasure. It was an old trick that she used on me before, and it's always worked. And with a deep, bellowing groan, I showed her that it still worked. So full was Teresa's vagina that my eruption filled her past the brim almost instantly, and as we held each other still for a few precious seconds, the only sound to be heard was our ragged gasping for breath, and the steady plop-plop sounds of my semen leaking from her overstimulated orifice. Then, as I felt the tension leaving her hips, relaxing as I lowered her back to the table, I saw her smile again and ask, "Still got it?" "Oh, yeah." "Still want it?" " ... let me get some more water." Teresa laughed at that, and as I pulled out, she planted a quick peck on my cheek before getting up and make a beeline for the shower, her pert cheeks catching my gaze as she hurried out. "I've got to admit, that's a fine, fine ass." Tim was standing there in the door, a mirror crossed with lines in his hand. He held it out to me and I saw the rolled bill balanced on its surface. "Need a bump? Looks like you could use it. Compliments of Wendy. She says that she's still waiting to collect on your rain check." I still wasn't fond of Tim, but I had to admit, he had a certain shameless charm about him. I took the proferred bill and did my line, feeling the fire spread in my nostril as I vacuumed the last of the dust from the mirror. As I put the bill down, I looked at Tim and said, "you're still wearing pants." "yeah, well, what can I say? Being the guy who brings the drugs doesn't necessarily make you the guy that everyone wants to fuck. There's an unfortunate sketchiness by association." I took in his wry look and realized he had a point. We were the young and beautiful, and Tim always had a certain plainess to his features that probably would've meant that nobody would've noticed him if not for his drugs. I probably had dismissed him as a necessary evil, but he was still a person, and I suddenly felt bad about about stereotyping him. Behind him, I could see Justin pulling Misha up the stairs, the two of them giggling like naked children. "so this a regular thing for you? Sponsoring orgies?" He shook his head and said, "nah, you know, it's a tricky thing, screwing and drugs. On paper, it's the best thing since disposable condoms. But, people forget that while E makes you uninhibited, it's not going to turn you on to someone who wasn't catching your eye before. So, there's always one or two odd folks out who everybody likes but nobody's actually attracted to, and everyone worries that if they start rolling with these folks, they might get taken advantage of, and that sort of thing screws with the vibe. You guys, though, you're all pretty. You're all close. And you've all wanted to bang each other's brains out for the past few years. So you're lucky. You ain't ever going to find this again in your life. Savor it. Enjoy. "Me? Unless someone genuinely wants to jump my bones. I'm just going to try and stay out of the way." And almost on cue with the end of his monologue, I could feel the beginning of a new rush take hold. Tim smiled as he saw me teeter slightly, the new surge of adrenaline taking me by surprise. "Go, get 'em, tiger." I walked into the bedroom shortly afterward. The bed itself was in tatters, sheets in utter disarray and the room reeked of sex. As I watched, Jessica and Tim's girlfriend, Wendy, were lying between Malcolm and Quentin, alternately kissing one then the other, while the boys' hands glided over their bellies and breasts. Quentin's girlfriend, Alexis was reclining on the couch and made way for me as I came over and laid down next to her. It was a deep sofa and there was space enough for both of us to lie side by side. I slid in behind Alexis, my right arm coming to rest on her slender waist as I propped my head on my left arm, while my cock slipped between the slight crack of her dainty bum. I let my hand run along her flank, which brought a soft purr from her and a slight wiggle that rubbed her smooth ass against my cock. "I've never watched people fuck before. It's so fascinating." I had only known Alexis peripherally after she started dating Quentin. A dirty blonde with curly hair that fell to the middle of her back, and bright green eyes that glistened with friendliness and curiosity; Alexis was also short, barely topping five feet, and had curves that seemed all the more exaggerated by her small frame. Normally I'd only see her in baggy sweatshirts or loose dresses, but there were a few days in the summer, where she'd show up in some tight tank-top and no bra, and the sight of her cleavage jutting out proudly from her petite torso seared itself into my fantasies. Now she was naked, and I got to see how spectacular her tits really were, pale, creAlexis and tipped with wide, thick nipples. I let my hand graze on the soft underside of one breast and that prompted another gasp. Meanwhile on the bed, I watched as Quentin pulled Wendy closer to himself, while Jessica put her arms around Malcolm's shoulder then pressed her body to his. Soon, Quentin had pushed Wendy to her back and we watched as her thighs parted eagerly for him and his now stiff cock. Wendy's back had been to us, so I couldn't see her pussy all that well, but Quentin could look up, make eye contact with both of us and flash us the most delighted smile. "I don't know," Alexis mused, "if he's more excited over getting to fuck Wendy or with the fact that I'm watching him." "Have you had sex with anyone here?" "Oh, Q and I did it earlier in the office, as we got into the mood. Then, we came here and watched everyone taking their turn with Teresa. We started fucking again, with me riding him while we both sat on the couch, watching the sex. Then Malcolm came over and offered Quentin a turn with Teresa if he could swap for me. That was different, though, we were both so wrapped up in the novelty of fucking someone else that we didn't pay attention to each other." Now, we both could watch as Quentin sank his turgid cock into Wendy, and listen as she sighed in ecstasy. Meanwhile, Jess had succeeded in raising Malcolm to full attention and submissively allowed him to push her to all fours. Alexis pressed herself to me even deeper, wrapping my cock in her bumcheeks like a sausage in a bun. I switched the hand that was holding up my head so that it slipped underneath her body to cup her other breast, while my right hand moved further down to her cunt. "Chris, I know Q's your best friend, but I think it's ok if you want ..." My cock was stiff again as the Viagra had kicked in and I was aware of how deeply I was cleaving the two halves of Alexis's ass and how she wasn't backing away. I let my fingers part her folds and delve inside. "... but I should let you know, Chris, that I'm not really protected. I've been having Q come on my belly, but I didn't get a chance to warn Malcolm before ... well, you know. I trust you and all, but..." But she then moaned as I let first one, two then three fingers slip deeply into her vagina, while my other hand pinched an erect and rigid nipple. I played with her like this for a while before withdrawing my hand from her pussy, and then rubbing her wetness all over my cock. "Don't worry," I said finally, "I think I can improvise." And I pressed my finger into her ass, which drew another delicious gasp from her. My other hand was still working her tit, while my lips planted kisses on her neck and shoulder. Finally, as I felt her loosen up, I took my finger out then pushed my cock into her ass. "Oh god, wait, I need. I need a little more moisture. Come out a sec." As I withdrew, Alexis lifted her leg, and I felt her fingers reach down and hold my shaft as she repositioned herself. I was now pointing straight at her pussy. "Just a couple of thrusts," she said, "that should be enough to give you a good coating." And she guided me in. It was my experience that every woman's pussy has its own unique pleasures. While Olivia' vagina was tight and rippling with sensation, Misha's was like a warm tub of cream, and Teresa had a soft, but elastic texture that drove a lot of men wild, my best friend's girl had a pussy like an oven. It was just tantalizingly warm and I felt like if I kept at this, I would burst like an erupting volcano. Those two strokes were fantastic and as I pulled out and reaimed for her ass, the juices that clung to me still felt like warm syrup on my tool. Alexis had drawn her legs up so that she was almost fetal, offering me the fullness of her ass. I could hear her draw in her breath as I pressed into her tightness. It took a moment for her to adjust but soon I was stroking in and out of her in steady time. Her sphincter was virgin-tight yet her soft cheeks massaged my organ as it pistoned in and out of her. As I did so, I kept my hands busy as they explored her pert clit and aching nipples; and Alexis had soon abandoned words for steady moaning. On the bed, Jessica was on all fours, getting herself pounded by Malcolm's imperious cock, while Quentin had hooked Wendy's legs to his shoulders while he continued to shaft her. He looked up from time to time and watched me as I fucked his girlfriend, and while I imagine most guys would be troubled with that sort of sight, he just had smiles. "Oh, yes, Chris, keep it up. Keep ... fuuuucking ... meeeeee." Beneath me, Alexis was losing herself to sensation. I kept one hand draped over her waist, diddling her throbbing clit , while my other hand wrapped up from underneath her and rubbing her swollen nipples. With my chin hooked on her shoulder, I must have looked like a lewd violin player, and Alexis's wailing voice was the music of my performance. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh ... FUCK! YES!" She certainly was a screamer and in time, her incessant moaning was drawing the attention of everyone else in the room, especially as she came most loudly and ecstatically. Her ass clenched around my cock as I did my best to ride out her climax. It was a close run thing, but I managed to hold off and eventually as Alexis's peak subsided, I pulled myself out, still hard and shining with our moisture. Everyone on the bed were now watching us with intent, as I rolled Alexis on to her back and straddled her torso. Her lovely, plush breasts were glistening with sweat and flushed with heat. I gathered them in my hands, then pushed them together as I slipped my cock between them and started thrusting once more. I stirred her nipples with my thumbs as I fucked her tits. Alexis had started to whimper and groan again. Then within due time, her groans were becoming small yelps and I smiled as I heard the now familiar sounds of her impending orgasm. The others were getting into it now. Q had started taking up the call of "Money shot! Money shot!" and Malcolm soon followed, slowing their thrusting to cheer us on. The attention was having its effect on Alexis, accelerating her gasping until she toppled off some imaginary precipice and spasmed beneath me at the same moment that I released myself all over her bountiful chest. I collapsed next to her, embracing her as I had when I came in the room, and I felt Alexis turn and smear her body to mine, offering me a grateful, lingering kiss while Q and Malcolm applauded our show. "Oh god, I didn't know I could come from just ... that ..." "I said I'd improvise." We basked in the afterglow and watched as Malcolm continued to spear Jessica, who had now collapsed onto her hands, raising her pussy even higher to be filled by the birthday boy's indefatigable cock. Meanwhile, Q turned out to be just as vocal as his girlfriend, shouting aloud as he pulled out of Wendy and then holding his cock in his hand as he erupted all over her sweaty torso. Once the two of them finished up, they rose from the bed and walked over to us. Q's impressive tattoos were now fully on display, like some primitive tribal warrior, while Wendy's pale flesh and golden hair positively glowed with sexuality. "I think I'll collect now if you don't mind." I looked up at Wendy. The youngest of our party, the girl was absolutely ripe and luscious, possessed with a young, firm body and proudly protruding breasts. Like Misha, she has also taken care to shave her pussy, so her glistening pink folds were in broad display, blossoming before me like a flower. My hungry gaze must have been obvious for she giggled enticingly as she took my hand and helped me up. I let her guide me back to the dining room table as, behind me, I could hear Jessica groaning while Malcolm resumed his fucking. The living and dining area was empty, the couches left in various levels of disarray, and the dining table was abandoned save for a small tray of canapes and fruit lying forgotten amidst all of the debauchery. "It's kind of a shame that everyone's left the snacks behind." Wendy plucked a strawberry and raised it to her mouth, turning back to me as she slipped the fruit slowly between her lips. I took the hint and approached her as she took a bite of the strawberry, then pulled me in for a long kiss, letting the sweet flesh pass back and forth between our lips. Then I felt something cool and moist on my chest, and looked down as Wendy had picked up a can of whipped cream and smeared it along my nipples and pecs, grinning as she leaned forward to lick it all off of me. I returned the favor, taking the can and then spraying a line down her chest, pausing for a bit as she hiked herself up on to the dining table, then lay flat. Wendy decorated herself with bits of strawberry, kiwi and grapes, while I continued to trace a line of cream down to her moist, glistening cunt. I took a step back to look at her, at the swirls of cream that tipped her nipples and the mound of fruit that lay in the valley between her breasts and along the flatness of her tight stomach, like a perverted buffet table.