2 comments/ 38991 views/ 0 favorites Season Finale Ch. 01 By: Shunga The phone rang again. This time Angie picked up the receiver. "Hi". Pause. "Oh, that's too bad. Yes, the other girls have already called. But Bob and Johnno and Mike aren't going on the trip. So we've decided to go ahead with the party anyway. Bit top heavy with boys but what the hell." She laughed. Three weeks ago we had decided on an end-of-year basketball team party. Most of our friends play in the local men's and women's leagues. And this year the guys had been knocked out in the first round of finals. The girls had made it through to the semis but narrowly lost to a team from the next town. So it seemed like a good time to let our hair down and celebrate - or commiserate. Then the team that beat our girls had to withdraw from the final. A few too many injuries or something. So now our girls were into the final on a default. And, of course, the final was on the same weekend as our party. But it was too late to cancel now. Some of the guys couldn't make the 100-mile trip to the final so they were coming along. And that left us, as Angie said, a bit top heavy. Angie and Glenda were in a more junior team than most of our friends and their team had not even gotten into the final rounds. So we had just the two girls, me, Glenda's husband Jeff as well as Bob, Johnno and Mike for what was sure to be a much more subdued Saturday lunch party at our home. Fortunately it is quite a large two-storey house with a large timber deck area out back and an enormous lounge/dining room that boasts a wonderful open fireplace at one end. In winter, this is our hangout whenever we're at home. Given our social circle, it is not often enough for us. But we have fun. Angie loves to entertain, so she had been cooking up a storm most of the week. We had not decided if we would eat around the table on the broad timber deck out back or in our big entertaining room. The weather would dictate. We prayed for sunshine and, of course, it turned out to be a dull, chilly day. Glenda and Jeff are good friends and can always be counted on for great conversation around the dining table. As basketballers, most of us are quite tall, but Jeff can just about reach the basket on flat feet. He's also one of those guys who remembers every joke he has ever been told or read and enjoys regaling us. Bob and his wife Susie usually mix in a slightly different group so we tend to catch up with them only at the basketball games. This weekend, of course, Susie was playing in the finals so Bob arrived on his own looking a little bit lost. Angie gave him a welcoming kiss and pushed a beer into his hand, so he loosened up fairly quickly. Johnno's wife Loretta was also away at the final. I must say he didn't seem too phased about it and Mike . . . well Mike and Jane are special kinds of friends. Mike has the hots for Angie which is all very flattering but he does tend to overdo it after a few drinks and there's an audience around. Lunch was a much brighter affair than we had expected. Plenty of wine helped to lift the mood and the guys made much of the lop-sided nature of our table setting. The usual boy-girl-boy-girl just could not be arranged, so we put Angie in the middle of one side, Glenda opposite her and me at the head of the table. I missed out. But that's a host's role. Almost inevitably, Mike brought the topic of conversation around to sex. It seemed to be his only interest outside basketball and always amused both Angie and me. I think he tries to make Angie blush. He ought to know better. We knew a little secret but this was not the time to deflate the guy. "So, have you been to The Club this week?" Johnno asked Mike. The Club was not our basketball club. It is a high-class strip joint in town and Mike finds all kinds of excuses to get there. "Yeah. Took a client to lunch on Wednesday. Sensational. He had trouble standing up he was so turned on," Mike laughed. "Those girls are sensational. The way they move those bodies. And man, those tits." "I thought Jane kept you pretty happy, Mike," Angie cut in. "You keep trying to get her to show off her tits to everyone." "Yeah, Jane's OK. But there's something about those professional girls. They move different. You girls just don't know." "So you think just because we don't swing around poles and flash our bodies for money that we can't dance to turn our guys on? Is that what you're saying Mike?" This was typical. Angie would never let Mike think he could embarrass her. "I just think those girls have a special way. They're good. I mean, they do it every day. It's like the difference between a professional basketball player and us amateurs. No comparison." "So you think I could not get Pete aroused by dancing for him?" "Well," said Mike, "have you?" "That's between me and Pete," she retorted. "Pete." Mike turned to me. "Has she?" "Angie said it, Mike. That's between us," I said, grinning. "See what I mean." Mike was on a roll. "Glenda. Do you ever get Jeff hot by dancing for him?" Now Glenda was struggling not to blush. She is not used to Mike's ways and so she's somewhat more - how shall I say it - sensitive than my Angie. "Well, Jeff's a better dancer than I am, so I'm not sure I would want to try." "Not that sort of dancing, girl," Mike retorted. "Have you ever done a strip for Jeff and got him all hot?" "I think I'll take Angie's line," she replied, blushing furiously. "None of your business." "I rest my case." Mike sat back in his chair and spread his arms like a lawyer on a winning cross-examination in court. "This is ridiculous," Angie said after the silence around the table had gone on too long. She had that determined look on her face and I feared the consequences. Was she going to reveal Mike's secret to all our friends? She leaned across the table to Glenda. "I'm game if you'll help me," she said. "What!" Glenda blushed bright red. "I think we should show Mike that those girls he pays ridiculous sums to oggle don't know any more than us girls at home." Angie jumped up from her chair and went around the table and pulled Glenda's chair back. "Come with me for a second." The two girls marched into the kitchen. Angie told me later exactly what went on. This is a paraphrase of their conversation. "He's a jerk, I know, Glenda. But he goes on and on about the models in magazines and these dancers. You and I are as good looking as most of those girls. We turn our men on. I just want to show him that he might be missing out on some fun at home if he started looking in the right direction. We may be amateurs, but we're women and we know how to turn a man on." "But you're suggesting you strip in front of him. Doesn't that give him what he wants?" "I have a confession, Glen. He's seen it all before." Glenda was stunned. Her jaw dropped. "No. I'm not cheating," Angie assured her. "Pete and I do a bit of swinging occasionally with Mike and Jane." Now Glenda was glowing red with embarrassment. "Jane's great fun," Angie continued. "But Mike is a bit of a problem. We do it mainly because we both love Jane. Great little body, a fabulous imagination and she . . . well. But Mike can't control himself. Three strokes and he comes all over the place. Not with Jane, she tells me. Just whenever he gets near me." Glenda's embarrassment was giving way to obvious curiosity. "Haven't you ever wondered what another guy would be like?" Angie asked her. "In bed, I mean." "Well, yes," said Glenda. "But I've never actually done anything about it. I have no idea what Jeff thinks." "If he's a normal man, he thinks a lot about it . . . . not a guy, of course. Another girl." said Angie. "Anyway," she continued. "You know Mike is always having a go at me around all our friends. Well, this is my chance to get Mike back in front of all his friends. We won't hear a word out of him after this." "So what's the plan?" "Stay with me," said Angie, giving Glenda a quick cuddle. "Get into it. Let yourself go, let your hair down. And don't be shocked. You might just enjoy this, too." Angie led Glenda up to our bedroom where she quickly stripped her clothes off and pored through drawers to find new, more appropriate clothing for the performance. Glenda just watched. She had never seen Angie's body before. Sure, in a swimsuit on a few occasions, but never completely nude. She was fascinated. She stared. Then she realized she was getting turned on. She could feel the warmth between her legs. Angie noticed. She grinned. "Come on, Glen, get naked. We need to dress up for the guys." She came over and gently hugged her friend. "You never know," she whispered close, "the girls might get to play later." Then she stepped back and laughed as Glenda again blushed scarlet red. The girls quickly sorted out some sexy lingerie, loose flowing skirts, soft blouses to cover and high-heel shoes. Then Angie opened her special bedside drawer. "We'll need a couple of these." She threw a vibrator towards Glenda and took her favorite dildo and a tube of lubricant. "Let's go." By now, Glenda was almost beyond being shocked. Which was just as well. Back downstairs, the girls made their entrance and instantly had the attention of every man. We had moved to the other end of the room and arranged a couple of sofas and lounge chairs in to a wide arc around the fireplace to give the girls a stage on which to work. "Here's the rules, guys. You all stay in your seats unless we ask you to move. And, if by chance we get you excited, you gotta suffer. No getting your cocks out for relief. Leave them where they are unless we say so. Anyone breaks the rules and we stop the show, OK?" Every man nodded in agreement. Anyway, just how excited could the girls make us without touching. I mean, this was going to be a fairly straightforward softcore strip. "Let's get some appropriate music going and get this show on the road," commanded Angie. I struggled to take my eyes off the girls and dived for the sound system. "Do you want to try Bolero?" I asked. We had tried a few times to fuck each other in time with Bolero but had never managed to come right on the final dramatic bar. "Sounds good to me," she said. "Start off soft and slow." She winked at me and I knew she was totally in control. What she had planned, I had no ideas, but I knew something was plotted in her beautiful head. Now I could only sit back and watch the performance. As you know, Bolero seems like it gets faster and faster. In fact, it is mainly louder. Perfect music for Angie's performance. As the first almost inaudible notes and bars wafted into the room, she and Glenda moved ever so smoothly, swaying towards their center stage in front of the large fireplace, holding the hems of their skirts. Slowly, so slowly, the hems rose up their thighs. It was if they had been rehearsing for days and it crossed my mind that this was an Angie set-up. Glenda was watching every move Angie made and following the choreographer as closely as possible. From side-on, they turned to face us and lifted the skirts to give us a glimpse of the thong panties that barely covered their pussies. Then Angie slowly moved a hand from her hem and let it brush over her mound. A groan emitted from every male throat. Then the hems dropped back into place and, as the music gathered momentum, Angie turned to Glenda and slowly, in time with the incessant beat, unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it back. A tiny lace bra pushed Glenda's soft, round breasts up and out, her nipples barely covered by the thin fabric. Glenda, in turn unbuttoned Angie. My lovely wife's breasts are relatively small but firm, beautifully rounded, and push out so she rarely wears a bra. But for the sake of today's performance, she had one on now, what little there was of it. Now the girls turned their backs to us, shrugged away the blouses and moved their hands to their shoulders, sliding the bra straps down. "Peter honey, come and unclip me." Angie looked over her shoulder straight into my eyes. I was out of my seat in a flash. Jeff was a little wobbly on his feet - we were all a little hot already - but he quickly unclipped Glenda. Then we had to return to our seats and the show went on. The bras dropped to the floor and the girls turned to face us again, their hands covering their breasts. Then their hands slid down their bodies, down their flat stomachs, over the upper hems and down. Normally, I would have taken the chance to look at Glenda's lovely full breasts, but my eyes, and the eyes of every guy in the room, followed those hands. They stopped where we imagined they might and slowly, Angie began to rub herself through the fabric of the skirt and the tiny thong. I glanced at Glenda. Her hands covered her mound but she had stopped. She struggled with the public display that Angie was providing. Then the two girls looked one another right in the eye and Glenda's hands began to move. My hand moved to my aching crotch. Then Angie moved to Glenda. They were face to face, their noses almost touching, their breasts pushed together, their hips pushed toward one another. And Angie reached behind Glenda, her hands tracing a trail down her back to the zipper of her skirt. Glenda copied the action. Two skirts fell to the floor. Again, Angie and Glenda turned to face us, standing tall in high heels, black stockings and suspenders. Angie wore a little red lace thong and Glenda had chosen all black. They swayed to the music, they danced around the small space that was their stage. They came together, touched and parted. The music was swelling through the room. The full orchestra had taken up the tune and the drums were incessant. Then they came together again. Angie dropped to her knees and hooked fingers through Glenda's tiny thong. And she eased it down her friend's thighs. Her face was directly in front of the furry mound and her eyes never left Glenda's pussy. As the flimsy fabric touched the floor, Glenda carefully stepped out of it and kicked it away. She was trembling. Later, Angie told me: "I could smell her wonderful sweet muskiness. Her pussy lips were puffy and almost dripping with wetness. I so much wanted to taste her but I knew it might break the spell and ruin everything. I was sooo restrained." Then she gave me a wicked grin. "Anyway, the meat course always comes before dessert." Back to the events on stage. Slowly, Angie stood and Glenda quickly peeled her little thong away. And again the girls turned to face us, swaying to the music that was now filling the room. Then Angie produced the vibrator. She held it up for all to see, stroking its length in time with the thundering orchestra. She asked Glenda to get her a chair, dragged it toward the fireplace and sat down, her legs slightly apart. First, she raised the device to her lips, her tongue flicking out to wet the rounded end and swirl around its length. The device glistened with her saliva. Then, slowly, she lowered it to her pussy lips, sliding it down, pausing to hover on her clit. Her head went back a little, her mouth opened and her eyes almost closed. Glenda could do no more than watch. Every man in the room was now seriously uncomfortable, waiting for the first to release his engorged cock from its entrapment in tight pants. Standing now, Angie moved to the fireplace, leaned one arm on the shelf and put one foot up on the chair, swivelling her ass around slightly towards us so we all had a view of her glistening pussy lips, pink and puffy and wet. Then she took the wetted vibrator in her free hand and brought it down to her pussy, running its tip along the length of her lips. We were all bent forward trying to get closer without breaking the rules. Suddenly, Angie thrust the vibrator deep inside herself, arching her back and throwing back her head. In and out went that thing in thrusting time to the beat of the music. All the action was too much for Glenda who took a few quick steps over to Jeff and pushed herself on him, turning to watch the show. As Angie brought herself and her show to a shattering orgasm in perfect time with the music, Glenda began to stroke the huge bulge in Jeff's pants. He groaned even more. "Please, take it out," he implored her and with a flashing smile, she unzipped his pants and reached inside. How I envied that man for just a moment. Now there was silence - except for a lot of heavy breathing. Angie removed the vibrator and scanned her audience. "I need a real rod, not this toy," she cooed, placing the vibrator on the mantel. We all - except Jeff who was now enjoying the ministrations of Glenda's soft hand on his cock - strained to stand and offer our services. "Mike, you've been bragging about how good those women of yours are. Let's see how good you are. Come up here and see if you can do as good as this vibrator." You bitch, I thought. So that's your game. And the poor bastard is going to fall for it. Mike was up beside Angie in a flash. "Drop your pants, big boy," she said. "Let's look at the merchandise." Mike has a good size cock. About eight inches fully erect. And it was very erect right now. "OK, so give it to me," she said and thrust her ass towards his crotch. He grabbed his cock, positioned it at her entrance and slid right in to the hilt. And he lasted one stroke. "Ooh," said Angie, feigning excitement as his cum gushed into her. "Gee, Mike, that was a bit quick. I didn't get time to enjoy your nice big cock." She reached down and briefly stroked the shrinking rod, then scanned the room again, dismissing the crestfallen Mike back to his seat. She looked at me. "Come on lover. Show them how it's done." I was out of my seat, out of my pants and beside her before she finished her sentence. Meanwhile, Jeff was in his version of Heaven. Glenda had given up all pretence of prudishness and was sucking him for all she was worth. Angie was giving my hardness a brief attention before guiding the tip to her dripping pussy. I pushed in and, like Mike, slid to the hilt. But I was more at home here. I knew how to pace myself (just think of something really boring, like balance sheets) and together we got into a great rhythm. Sucking away at Jeff, Glenda felt a hand wander over her ass and sighed over his cock. As the fingers wandered towards her gleaming pussy, Johnno's voice behind her said: "You've got a beautiful ass, Glen. Do you mind, Jeff?" He kept on stroking. Glenda let go of Jeff's cock and looked up in surprise. Another man was fondling her ass! "You started this," Jeff told Glenda. "You better finish it." He gently pushed her head back down on to his cock and grinned at Johnno who immediately slipped a searching finger into Glenda's tight pussy. She groaned. Fingering all the time, Johnno used his spare hand to unzip his pants. He dropped to his knees and slipped his hard cock slowly into Glenda's wet hole. My rhythm well established, I was having a wonderful time pumping in and out with Angie, she was cooing in my ear. I took a moment to look around. The room was filled with the sounds of fucking and sucking. Mike sat back in his chair, his head down, his cock thoroughly limp. Johnno was pumping away with Glenda who had now got right into the action. Her mouth and hand were stroking up and down on Jeff's pole and she was humping back onto Johnno's cock as he thrust into her. Poor Bob sat on the end of the sofa and watched the action, his cock now well in hand. All revved up and no place to go. Finally, I felt my cum start to rise. And it seemed like the other guys were getting close too. In a couple of minutes, I yelled and Angie purred as I shot my cum deep inside her. I soon heard Johnno in his release and Jeff grunt as Glenda slurped at his flowing cock-head. Slowly, everyone recovered. Angie and I sat on the carpeted floor observing our friends. A huge smile told me Angie was thoroughly enjoying every minute. But I was worried about Glenda and Jeff. How would they now react to the events of the past half an hour? Season Finale Ch. 01 "Time out, everyone," I finally said. "Angie, can we go into the kitchen for a minute?" I looked over to the sofa. "Glenda, Jeff. Do you want to join us?" We rose slowly and, watched by Bob, Mike and Johnno, disappeared into the kitchen. I closed the door. I noticed Angie had moved beside Glenda and put her arm around her. They whispered together. "Is everyone OK?" I looked at Glenda. She blushed at the attention and looked around the room. We were all waiting for her. "Don't look at me, guys," she said. "That was unbelievable! Jeff, I thought you'd hit the roof if another man dared to touch me." "Normally I would hit him," he responded. "But, as I said, you girls started this with that wild show. We poor guys were in agony. I figured you deserved to pay a price." He paused, then cuddled her. "Anyway, you seemed to enjoy the experience." She grinned like the cat that got the cream. "Mmmmm." I interrupted. "Well, we've now got three very horny guys out there. . . and two in here. Maybe we should stop now, everyone have a cup of coffee and go home before this gets out of hand." Angie playfully grabbed my limp cock. "Seems well IN hand to me." Then Glenda spoke and stunned us all. "Or we could have another glass of wine and see where this leads. I rather liked that feeling. Taking on two of you guys. And being able to please both." She looked up at Jeff for a reaction. TO BE CONTINUED. Season Finale Ch. 02 "Well!" Angie exclaimed. "Miss blushing bride has turned slut!" "Maybe not slut," Glenda explained, "but let's say I've just expanded my horizons!" I looked at Jeff and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. I was struggling to keep up with this conversation. A friendly end-of-season party was turning into an all-out orgy. My mind was racing. "OK, so you girls want to go on with this. You want to party. Am I right?" I asked. They looked at one another and grinned. "And I've got a confession," said Glenda, preparing to try to shock us all again. She moved up real close to Angie putting her hands on Angie's naked shoulders. "I was sooo hot when you were peeling my panties off. I so much wanted you to lick me. I could feel your breath and I think I would have come then and there. I've never even thought about another woman touching me." "I figured you were a bit excited. I could see you were real wet," replied Angie. She lifted her arms and allowed her hands to brush Glenda's breasts. "I've got a confession, too. I really wanted to taste you. But I didn't know how you might react. And I couldn't break the spell we were casting on the guys. But I know now." I thought we were about to lose the girls to one another, but Glenda broke her trance and turned back to us. "And there's another fantasy I can fulfil now," she announced. "I've often wondered how a tandem ride would feel. Well, I'm going to find out." "A what?" Angie's jaw was about as slack as mine. Jeff just grinned stupidly. "Jeff and I just love anal," Glenda explained. "It's our special treat when we're both feeling particularly hot with one another. But sometimes when we're hard at it, my pussy feels kinda left out. I tried a vibrator once, but it's just too hard to concentrate. And, anyway, a machine is no substitute for the real thing." Her hand brushed Jeff's fast-rising cock. "I see I'm getting to you. You're not jealous?" "How can I be? I hope I'll be able to be part of that fantasy." "Oh, you're a big part of it." She dropped to her knees and quickly took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him for just a few moments, then stood up again. "Well, let's go." "Just hold it a minute." Angie held up her hand. "You take Jeff in your anus?" "Yeah, of course. Jeff started playing with my little hole after we'd been dating for about six months. Just rubbing around and sometimes licking when he was eating me. The first time, I couldn't believe the feeling. It was so strong. But I was all hung up about it being right. But he just kept stimulating me and finally I decided, hey fuck it. The feeling's so great. Then one day he slipped a finger right inside me and I nearly came on the spot. And we never turned back." She paused. "Don't you do anal?" "No. I never thought about it and Pete never tried anything." She turned to me. I shrugged. "I thought about it," I said, "but I didn't know how you would take it." "Well," said Glenda, "now's a good time to start. We're right in the middle of an orgy. Someone might sneak up on you from behind and you'd better be ready." "I'm not going out there and have Mike attack my arse hole," snorted Angie. "Then we better get you started before we go back out there. Do you have some lubricant? You'll need it." "In the bedside table," I said. "Angie? What do you think?" "Hey, you know me. Try anything once. I'm just curious how we never tried it before. Too busy having fun, I guess." In a flash I was up the stairs and back down again with the tube. "I gotta tell you, it hurts a bit the first few times," warned Glenda. "But it'll feel a whole lot better if you can really relax. You're among friends." She suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. "There I was being so shocked about your swinging and your vibrators and strip tease. Now the tables are turned." "You choose your words, don't you," said Angie. "But and whole take on a whole - if you get my drift - new meaning." We all laughed. "OK, Angie," Glenda took charge again. "Maybe if you lean over the kitchen table here. Pete. I think a little heavy petting might be in order. Get the girl all warmed up." I came behind Angie and began to stroke her bottom cheeks, gradually working my hands towards her little puckered hole. I bent down and kissed her cheeks, letting my tongue wander over her soft, warm skin. Angie moved her bottom, pushing it slightly towards me, encouraging me. My tongue flicked across her aanus and I felt her move. She let out a sigh. I let a little saliva drip on her hole and massaged it with my finger. I felt her begin to relax and my finger slipped in just a fraction. I worked it slowly, applying just a little pressure. Her muscles responded to the invasion and I pulled out, replacing finger with tongue. Again she relaxed. We played for about five minutes. It seemed like forever. Glenda was stroking Angie's face. "You'll love it. It's just the best feeling," she explained. Jeff handed me the tube of lubricant. I warmed some in my hand, spread some over Angie's anus and smoothed some more onto my finger. Then I re-applied the pressure. This time the muscles relaxed and the finger slipped in to my first knuckle. I stopped and massaged some more. Again she relaxed. Finally, the last layers of her sphincter muscles began to relax and I had an easy passage. I began to stroke in and out. Angie responded, pushing her arse out to meet my strokes, burying my finger right inside her. "Oh, my god," she sighed. I replaced my finger with a broad thumb, constantly massaging her passage as I stroked in and out. Glenda came around the table, crawled between Angie's legs and stroked my semi-rigid cock. I was turned on like crazy but I was concentrating so hard on helping Angie to relax that my cock was nowhere near ready for action. Glenda wrapped her mouth around my pole and began to suck. Now I came to attention fast. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and flicking the opening. "I think you need to warm Angie up a bit more," she said and guided my cock into Angie's wet pussy. I stroked in and out a few times. I could feel cock and thumb through the thin membrane between Angie's passages. "Do it," yelled Angie. "Fuck my anus, please." She was pushing back hard against me. She bent her knees to improve the angle and I rubbed more lubricant into her hole. Then I pulled out of her dripping pussy, wiped more lube onto my cock and pressed it to her rear hole. Then I pushed forward. Just a little slipped in and Angie arched her back. "Aaaarrggh," she cried. I stopped. "Am I hurting you?" "Just go, go. Push. Get it into me." I did as I was told. Now the head was in. And slowly, slowly my cock disappeared inside her. She pushed back, yelling now. I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. Glenda was back in front of Angie now, stroking her face. "How is it," she asked. "Oh my god. Oohhh. Aaarrrgghhh. Oh, it's so big. I'm full to bursting." She was pushing back, meeting my strokes, burying my cock in her. I couldn't last long. The feeling was so intense. Angie's smooth rear hole was like nothing I had ever felt. I gripped Angie's hips and shoved forward, groaning and began pumping my come deep inside her. "Ohhh, Wow You're coming in my anus," Angie exclaimed. "Oh. That's sooo good." For a while no one moved. Both Angie and I were covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Then, slowly, my cock slipped out and I hugged Angie, helping her to stand up straight again. "Well, we better go and break the good news to those guys," I said. "They must be wondering what in hell we've been up to," "If they haven't left already," offered Angie. But they had not. As we returned to the room, three faces looked at us expectantly from their seats. It was helped in large measure by the fact that the girls were still naked. Angie was walking a bit strangely. "It seems our girls just can't get enough," I explained. "But we need to make it clear. We can all have a lot of fun this afternoon, but no one gets hurt. One of the girls says 'stop' and you stop, no matter what. OK? And no one does anything without asking first." The guys nodded enthusiastically and began slowly stroking their rapidly rising cocks again. "So where do we start," Glenda looked at Angie and giggled again. "Well, poor old Bob missed out on the action last time. Maybe we should start with him. Feel like sharing?" The girls moved towards Bob sitting back on one of the sofas with Johnno. He had been stroking his cock but now stopped and watched as the two women descended upon him. His eyes were about to pop out of his head. Jeff and I retired to the lounge chairs to watch the show and slowly stroke our limp cocks. Johnno jumped up from the sofa to make way for the girls. "I think he needs a hand," Angie said to Glenda. They both dropped to their knees in front of him and reached out to take over stroking him. He wasn't long enough to accommodate both, so the girls took turns and then Glenda slowly leaned forward and ran her tongue over the head of Bob's rod. He groaned. Angie joined in the tongue work and soon Bob's cock was shining with saliva and stretched to the limit in his hardness. First Angie and then Glenda changed position to suck on his cock and push their butts out into the room provocatively. We all stared at two pouting pussies. Johnno and Mike stared. Their eyes were moving between the action around Bob's slippery cock and the girls' bottoms. Slowly they moved forward, dropping to their knees and carefully fondling the upturned cheeks. The girls both sighed in between sucking and licking, wiggling their rear ends to encourage the guys. They needed very little and both quickly pushed their hard cocks in as far as they could go. Mike took his chance to experience Glenda for the first time while Johnno enjoyed Angie's hot, very wet hole. With Mike and Johnno pumping away, the girls licking slurping and sucking and Bob sighing and rolling his eyes, Jeff and I were left to amuse ourselves. We watched the show in awe. The action became fast and furious. Mike, as usual, was first to come although he lasted somewhat longer than he did around Angie. Then Bob yelled. His face screwed up in apparent agony, though I don't doubt it was pure pleasure. Both girls backed away for a moment, waiting. The first spurt of his cream shot straight in the air and landed back on his groin. Glenda shot her tongue out as the second, less powerful spurt rose from his cockhead. She lapped it up and allowed Angie access for the next explosion. Then the girls' tongues mingled over his cock, licking, slurping and sucking him clean and empty. Then they turned to one another. Both had Bob's come on their cheeks and lips and they proceeded to lick one another clean. The sight was almost too much for Jeff and me. We almost had to cross our legs to stop from coming on the spot. Johnno couldn't hold out any longer and buried his cock as deep as it would go inside Angie as he let out a low growl to indicate he, too, had reached his climax. Show over, Glenda was the first to her feet as Bob lay back, exhausted. She came up to us and grasped Jeff's semi-hard cock. "You know what I want now," she whispered seductively. "Good grief woman! You're ready to go again? Already?" "If you're up to it," said Glenda, squeezing his hardening cock. "But we'll need a little massage to get me ready, OK?" While Angie came over to sit on the arm of my chair, Glenda splayed herself on her stomach on the empty sofa, one leg pushed into its back and the other hanging over the egde. Jeff sat beside her and softly began to massage her arse cheeks. Glenda sighed. Slowly his hand worked between her spread cheeks and ran softly around the pink pucker of her anus. We all watched, transfixed, as his fingers ranged between that little hole and her soaking pussy, stroking the soft skin of her perineum as he went. His fingers picked up some of the moisture from her pussy and spread it around her anus, then back to her pussy for more. With his fingers soaked in a heady mix of Glenda's juices and Mike's semen, he began to press a finger into her anus. She pushed her body back to him, helping him to push past the first knuckle. They stopped for a moment and then Jeff began a slow movement in an out with his finger until it slid effortlessly from tip to end. Then he added a second. Slowly at first and then, as his passage eased, more vigorously. Glenda's breathing, getting stronger, dominated the room. No one moved but every eye was focussed on one tiny place. And then Glenda turned over. "Sit here big boy," she said to Jeff, patting a spot in the middle of the sofa. She turned to the rest of us. "Watch this," she said as she straddled Jeff's lap, facing us, grasped his raging cock and lowered herself slowly on to it. She winced for a moment as the head pressed against the entrance but she soon smiled as it slid deeper and deeper into her rectum. Within a minute she had engulfed Jeff's cock and began to ride it. Her legs were splayed lewdly, giving all of us a clear view of the action and her puffy, empty pussy. "Can I borrow your man, Angie?" Glenda asked. "The other guys have all had their turn at us." "I'm sure if you ask him nicely," Angie grinned. She leaned over and massaged my already hard cock briefly. "Looks like he is raring to go." I didn't need to be asked. I jumped out of my chair and headed across to the wanton couple. "How do you want to do this?" I asked. "Hey, this is new territory for us, too," said Glenda. "Just get that rod of yours into me any way you can." We tried a couple of angles but quickly I found a comfortable position and slid my cock into her slick pussy. Then Jeff and Glenda and I began a slow motion, trying to find a rhythm. It didn't take long and soon enough Jeff and I were both thrusting hard and strong. "Well, honey, how does it feel," Jeff's voice came from behind her. "Incredible," she panted. "I'm so full. It feels like I'm on fire down there. It's a rush." I was worried I couldn't last very long after watching the action of the past half hour or so. Glenda saw the strain on my face. "Don't come inside me, Pete," she said. "Will you come on my breasts?" I nodded. I couldn't speak. I pulled out of her and climbed up to stand on the sofa beside the rutting couple. Glenda grasped my slippery cock and ran her long slim fingers from head to base. "Are you ready?" she asked. "Not quite, but I'm close," I grunted. "Let's see if I can help." She pulled me closer and engulfed my cock in her mouth. Now I knew what Bob had experienced. The heat and pressure were almost unbearably delicious. I looked over to Angie. She was still sitting on the arm of my chair, but her legs were spread wide to accommodate Bob's face planted on her labia. Both her hands were busy as she stroked Mike and Johnno back to life. Then I felt the inevitable explosion building in my balls. "I'm gonna come," I warned Glenda. She pulled me from her mouth and pointed my cock at her breasts as I yelled my release, spraying ribbons of hot semen across her breasts. "Yessss," Glenda cried. I collapsed back on the sofa and turned to watch Angie drop to the floor on hands and knees, taking Johnno's cock into her mouth while Bob positioned himself behind her to push his raging hard-on deep inside her. The next half an hour was a blur of sounds and smells. Grunts, sighs, screams of pleasure mingled with the squishy noise of cocks and fingers in very well lubricated holes. And then it was over. Heavy breathing as everyone worked to recover. I don't know that we'll ever have another orgy like that one, but Angie and I have found another couple to share our sexual fantasies. Glenda and Jeff are wonderfully imaginative and skilled. In fact, they're coming over for a meal next Saturday and I'm getting hard just thinking about it.